#<- for jeremy. he's very bright pink

[fresthered]

dumb regretevator stuff (text in alt). doodle page under the cut

[huggybearhughes43]

omg can you write like a jeremy swayman smut pls there isn’t enough for this fine ass man 😞

You asked him?!

Jeremy Swayman x Fem! Reader

Warnings- enemies to lovers (ur not human if you hate this man idc), smut smut smut smut, PnV, anal penetration🤫, love bites, cursing, creampie, lmk if there’s anything else

Summary- Since the day you started working as the bruins management the goalie had it out for you. Nothing in particular set him off but now you two couldn’t go a day without arguing. Your best friend told you to forget your resent argument but you couldn’t. So you showed up to his apartment to ask what he meant by what he said.

Word count- 1.7k

Ever since the very first day of working for the Bruins, Jeremy and I had it out for each other. Nothing happened, but the second our eyes met we hated each other. Every bitchy remark or roll of the eyes had me closer and closer to slapping him everyday.

Soft chatter filled the air of the hallway to the locker room. The boys had just finished with their game and were on their way home. After every practice, it’s my job to close up the rink, which includes making everyone is out. I sigh as the last of the group walks out, or what I thought was the last.

I rub my eyes and make my way into the humid (probably from the showers) locker room. It was mere silent as I walked in. Looking down at my phone I run face first into a firm chest. I look up, so ready to apologize. My worried expression faded to an annoyed one when my eyes meet Jeremy’s.

“Could you take any longer? I have a job to do and an apartment to get back to.” I huff and put my phone in my pocket before crossing my arms.

He rolls his eyes and steps out of the way for me to enter. His hair was dripping wet with sweat and his eyes droopy, sad even. The team had just lost against the kraken. I rub my neck as I walk in, guilt hanging in the air.

“Look- I’m sorry, I-“ I begin but he cuts me off.

“I don’t need pity from some girl who knows nothing about hockey.” He chucks his bag over his shoulder.

I scoff, my arms never leaving the crossed position on my chest. “I was literally trying to be nice!”

“Shocker.” I bite my lip, trying to hold back a bitchy remark that was so close to slipping out.

“Fuck you.” I say, trying my best to not say something that I’d ultimately feel bad about later that night.

He smirks and rubs his eyes. “Word is you want to.” He shrugs and walks out of the locker room, leaving me stunned.

I do my job quickly and get out of the arena. Stepping into the apartment I’m met with the stare of my roommate, also my best friend. I’m slightly taken aback, “what?”

She breaks the stare with a blink. “Nothing, you just look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh,” I tsk and set my purse and keys down on the coffee table before sitting on the love seat we had in our living room. “Jeremy.” I shrug.

Lana, my best friend, groans and spins dramatically before looking back at me. “Just slap him already, please, for the sake of your mental health, I’m begging you”

I smile lightly and look at her. “I wish” I start, “he said ‘the word’ was I wanted to fuck him.” Lana huffs “he wishes” “I just wanna know who told him that. Because let me tell you, that’s the furthest thing from the truth.” I pause, “you know what, I’m gonna ask him.”

Lana furrows her brows. “Like… now?” “He lives a few roads down,I won’t be able to sleep until I know.” I grab my keys again and leave Lana in the dust as I storm outside and back into my car. It’s five minutes in the car before I’m parked in his driveway. I contemplate for a moment then get out of my car.

I knock hastily on his door, not stopping until he answered. The bright sun setting casting a purple-pink haze on the sky. He opened the door with his brows furrowed, his eyes drop down to mine before his expression softens but only an amount I would notice.

“What the hell are you doing?” His hair was dripping wet with water this time, his chest shirtless, he was only wearing a grey pair of sweatpants.

“I wanna know what you meant, when you said ‘the word is you want to’” I cross my arms bitterly and a smile cracks on his face.

He steps to the side to let me in. I gladly take the offer, not wanting to stand in the cold Boston air anymore. He closes the door as I turn around, our eyes meeting again.

“You’re telling me you came all this way to my house because you wanted to know why I said you wanted to fuck me?” He crosses his arms, his muscles flexing. I curse myself under my breath for staring. “Is that not supposed to confirm my suspicions?”

My jaw drops with a gasp. “What?! No! I don’t wanna fuck you!”. Jeremy tilts his head with a cheeky smirk, “yeah?” He takes steps closer until he was so close I could feel his breath fanning across my face. “Y-yeah.” I clear my throat. “Then tell me to stop” “wha-“ my words are cut off by his lips attaching to my neck. Soft nips every now and then between the kisses made my breath hitch and involuntary moans leave my throat.

“Jeremy- this isn’t a good idea…” his teeth pull at my skin as he moves his head to be level with mine, a smirk playing on his now plump lips. “Why? You don’t like the idea of actually liking me?” The sun was now fully gone, the only light illuminating the room was the light coming from the lamp in the corner of his entryway.

I contemplate for a moment, liking him for a change does sound nice. I sigh and move up a millimeter, connecting our lips in a harsh, hungry kiss. I felt his shit eating grin against my lips, not caring anymore I force my tongue into his mouth.

“If you think you’re in control here, you’re crazy.” He loops his hands around me onto my ass. “Jump” he whispers breathlessly. I do as he says, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hoists me up. He smirks, “good girl.” He kisses me again as he walks us to his bedroom.

He lays me on his bed softly before crawling on top of me, our lips connecting again. I moan softly into the kiss, my fingers fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants. He tsks “I wanna see you first.” He pulls away and lifts my sweater over my head, my black Lacey bra on full display for him. He mumbles a low ‘fuck’ and places a kiss on both of my breasts before looping his fingers around the waistband of my jeans, pulling them down. I was now only left in my matching Lacey set.

His obvious bulge shown through his sweatpants. He looks up at me as he presses a kiss to my stomach before coming back up, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And you said you didn’t wanna get fucked, huh?” My face flushes with a pink hue “it’s comfortable-“ “mhm” he kneels between my legs, kissing soft kisses before kissing my cunt through my panties. My breath hitches again as I squirm from the sensation.

He smirks and connects our eyes as he softly bites my panties before pulling them down with his teeth. “Jere- fuck” I moan as the cool air hits my wet pussy. He hooks his arms around me and undoes my bra, pulling it off. I was now left completely naked, squirming on his bed. “Jeremy” I whine as I tug on his waistband again. “Dirty girl” he whispers then pulls off the sweatpants that I had grown to hate.

My eyes slightly widen as my eyes drift down to his enlarged hard cock. “Flip over for me, yeah?” I nod and flip over for him, pushing my ass in the air for him. “Good girl” he runs a finger through my already wet cunt, forcing a moan from me. “Already so wet? Don’t even think I need to get you ready.” He squeezes my ass then I feel him press his dick against my entrance.

“Please~ I need you- I-“ my words are cut off by him easing into me. I gasp and moan out as I feel the sting of the stretch. He lets out a throaty groan as I squeeze around him. He bottoms out and the sting soon fades to pleasure. “Please move, Jere” he smirks at the nickname and retracts before slamming into me. I moan out loudly as I arch my back, my ass pressing into his pelvis.

Jeremy lolls his head back in pleasure, pinching his eyes shut as he pounds into me. I could think of anything but him and his cock as he fucked me dumb. I press my face into the pillows on his bed, muffling the moans. My head turns to the side, I gasp out quiet sobs of pleasure, feeling a calloused thumb prod at my tight asshole.

“Jeremy m’gonna cum” I manage to gasp out, my cunt clenching around his thick shaft. “Cum for me, pretty girl.” I cry out as I cum around his cock, breathing hard to catch my breath. He leans down to kiss my shoulder softly. “Where do you want it?” “In me Jere, I’m on the pill” I hear his light chuckle turned in a groan as he fills me up with his warm ropes. He pulls out slowly before collapsing beside me.

“We should’ve done that way sooner, baby.” He moves a hair out of my face. Still on my stomach, I smile softly. “I don’t think I can ever hate you again.” We share a laugh as he gets up. “Be right back.” Moments later he comes back with a warm cloth and a glass of water. He sits the water down on the side table as he moves to hover me again, pressing a kiss to my lips before cleaning me up with the cloth.

He lays next to me once again, pulling the covers over both of us. I nestle into him in a cuddle and drift to sleep.

After soft morning kisses and protests I insisted that I needed to get home to get ready for work. Jeremy pouting when I remind him I’d see him in a hour at work.

I was met with a judgmental stare from Lana as I walked through my front door. “You asked him?! And what did that get you?” I smile sheepishly.

“The best fuck of my life?”

~~~

Me when I got this request:

If Jeremy Swayman has no fans I’m DEAD

[heartstringsduet]

Fuck it Friday

@liminalmemories21 open call for outtakes was taken with the very last braincell I have left. I extend my owen OPEN TAG to people but will tag some peeps that I know read First Aid. This is part of the Hamptons party scene entirely cut, from TK's perspective. It kind of isn't canon now...which is so weird to think. No pressure to read it : @carlos-in-glasses @herefortarlos @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @freneticfloetry @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand @thisbuildinghasfeelings

Pain shoots through TK’s back and water enters his mouth that's open from laughter. He’s under the surface for a few second only, blinking up at the dark surface turned a unnatural pink from the underwater lights and all the legs and limbs and bathing suits distorted through it. It’s beautiful. When he emerges, he has to sputter and cough, chlorinated water intruders of his windpipe. There’s a thick bicep he holds onto, head bent low to cough, legs still trying to not slip on the glazed white tiles.

“You alright?” Fez asks between laughs and when TK replies with more coughs, he brings his large hand onto his still sore back that rattles TK’s chest.

Jeremy and Brianna still howl in triumph over having bested them in pool wrestling, until TK finally finds his voice to yell, “I want a revanche!”

Brianna kisses one of her tattooed biceps. “If you’re stupid enough to try.”

Fez dunks underwater and TK slides over his shoulders, until they stand again. 

Seeing some of his old friends has been a lot easier than TK had assumed. Alcohol helps to make conversations slide into catching each other up as long as no one brings up why they haven’t reached out at all in years. There are a lot of vaguely familiar faces, all of them friendly, all of them addressing him by name. A few guys wink at him like they either want him, or wanted him years ago. It doesn’t matter. It strokes his long neglected ego either way. 

TK wants to feel the brush of invincibility, the sprawl of the future, instead of the thick smoke in his lungs his mind conjures when he thinks of becoming a firefighter.

He’d brought Carlos to the last party because he’d needed someone to talk to if everyone ignored him still. Turns out he needn’t have worried. TK finally feels in his element again. Washed in neon pink and blue, he becomes someone he has put away for years. Perfection on the bright, bright surface. He chats over the caviar and canapés, whoever talks to him gets him a drink, he flirts back but then slides away, he begins every conversation with a ‘do you remember…’

There’s a mix of gin, lemon juice and soda in him. It warms him against the chill of the late spring night on wet skin, as he is lifted over the pool and onto Fez’ shoulders. His arms push against Brianna, who tries to grapple him to the left to topple him over again. She’s taller than him, into weight lifting. But the first round was a fluke. As soon as she twists, he lets his muscles repeat the movement Carlos has taught him until TK begged to be showed something else.

“This is important,” Carlos had breathed into his ear. “Self-defense only works if you can do it subconsciously. It’s all about repetition and split-second reactions.”

TK ducks under Brianna’s grip and brings his arm up to her side, pushing her into the direction she twisted into. There is no fight. She flies over Jeremy’s head and lands in the water with a splash that makes his back twinge in compassion. Jeremy yelps, holding his ears her leg must have caught on. It all drowns out in music and the loud whoops of Fez. He holds up his palms and TK smashes his hands into them, making them both wince in pain right before they erupt in laughter.

Brianna swims up then and glares at them. “What was that?”

“That,” TK explains, “was weeks of boring self-defense training actually paying of.” He looks over the mass of onlookers and hollers, “Who’s next?”

Fez is right there with him, competitive spirit awakened. They beat most of the guys until a tree stump of a man shoves TK back before he even gets up on Fez' shoulders. It leaves a red imprint of his hands on TK’s chest that stays even after he exits the pool, out to get a new drink for him and his friends for appeasement. Jeremy hasn’t stopped whining loudly about TK hurting his ear for the past twenty minutes.

The ‘BHM’,  the so-coined ‘Bougie Hampton’s Mansion’, is nothing like the house TK stays in each summer. It’s that much more. It’s Greek-styled, its columns on the entrance and the sculptures on either edge of the straight tiled roof tell people on the outside that only more riches awaited on the inside. Riches they won’t get to see. The backyard sprawls out into a golf course and a piece of private beach the Beckers use as rarely as they use the summer residence in general. Everyone invited tonight is in and around the huge T-shaped pool trailing one side of the french windowed side of the house. 

All in all, it’s the kind of house that would make Carlos roll his eyes and clench his jaw. 

But TK doesn’t think about Carlos, he decides as he makes himself another drink. Not tonight.

He doesn’t think about Carlos until he goes inside to pee and then checks the phone in the pocket of his jeans they had all put into a guest room when they switched into bathing suits.

It’s 7:43 p.m.. He has three missed calls by Carlos. Two messages, asking if he is okay. Shit! He forgot they were supposed to talk on the phone. When he tries calling him back, it immediately gets disconnected. 

He tries again, but then texts, ‘sorry, didn’t see this. u ok? call me back?’

He waits but the message stays unread. A little voice bitterly reminds him that Carlos broke his promise to always pick up. But he is still clear-headed enough to know it was his own fault for missing their agreed upon call date. He dries off his chest and puts on his gray zip-up he brought, shoving his phone in his pocket.

Carlos doesn’t call back when TK takes a shot with a bunch of people from his old tennis club, doesn’t call back when Brianna and her girlfriend wave him over to join their beer pong set set up beside the pool, doesn’t call when Jeremy gets a bonfire going in the metal bowl set out for it that people holler as they throw wood in. TK thinks about his dad then, about this being a  fire hazard. About how quickly things like these can get out of control. He doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he takes a video of it, the fire dancing up the sky a mesmerizing threat. 

Why is anything dangerous so beautiful? he wonders.

The video breaks off, the phone screen displaying a name that never fails to make his heart leap.

Why is anything dangerous…

Walking out toward the luscious grass of the golf course to muffle as much of the party’s noise as possible, TK answers with, “Hello-ho?”

we'll see if after this beast is finally finished, I'll post the entire cut scene here. Maybe if I still like it

[storywriter12]

Make up (Caroline x klaus)

It was night time everyone was in there own homes doing their own things and Caroline was on her own,her mum had a call so she had to step out nothing was on tv elana was with  Stefan, bonnie was with Jeremy and she was all alone she was drifting off to sleep when a knock at the front door work her up she got up off the couch heading to the hallway not daring to put on a light "who is it?" She asked "Caroline love it's klaus " 

(Caroline)I rolled my eyes not in. I said hoping he would fall for that. I heard a laugh "oh yes you are now come on love don't keep me waiting " I opened the door and there he was that handsome devil ....hybrid, klaus a wonderful surprise what are you doing here? I asked annoyed 

(Klaus)well .... I know that you are alone tonight so I thought I will keep you company "no thanks she said crossing her arms.oh come on just two friends catching up "I'm not your friend " very well but at least invite me in and we can chat and I'll even let you try your new make up on me when I said that I saw a little flash of excitement in her eyes she invited me in and showed me the living room and she went to go and make coco 

(Caroline )right makeup,I'm going to put foundation on you ,blusher ,eyeliner ,mascara and lipstick so get comfy and relax .He shut his eyes and I put a pillow underneath his head. I got a closer look at him,oh my do you pluck your eyebrows? "I've tried many things in my life Caroline and yes that's one of them "I smiled 

So Caroline did his make up and klaus just let her do whatever she wanted to him she put red on his eyes ,with black eyeliner and then she moved to his lips,up close she saw how red they were and so kissable when she applied bright pink lipstick on him he was all done but before she showed him she had to add fake eyelashes 

(Caroline)OK done!I smiles his eyes opened 

Klaus looked at himself in the mirror and he couldn't help but laugh so hard at how he looked Caroline was a bit taken back from his laugh she never saw him laugh like that before which made  her smile and laugh to 

Then there was a knock on the door both of them walked to the door and Caroline opened it seeing Stefan and Damon standing there 

(Caroline)oh my god I thought no one was coming over I said

(Stefan and damon can't really talk they just stand there )

(Klaus)right love I think I should go I said kissing her on the cheek and walking passed Stefan and Damon 

(Stefan )was......was that just Klaus?

(Damon) .....did he just have make up on ....am I dreaming because if I am this is a nightmare 

(Stefan)OK Caroline explain 

So this is a chapter to my vampire diaries fanfiction book I hope you guys like this chapter

[thornilee013]

And silly little Jean, please and thank you 💜

prev | Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic | WW 21.8.2024

“I thought you valued honesty.” “Jean, I value honesty that isn't malicious. And I know I’ve pushed your boundaries further than I meant to, but pushing for answers when I've made it clear I don't want to talk about this isn't okay.” Jean opened his mouth to speak, but Jeremy didn't let him voice any of the things he would have said. “No. I'm not done talking, and you will hear me out. If you're going to have such strict boundaries about what you're willing to discuss, then the only way our teammates are going to be able to respect that wish is if you respect their boundaries as well. And usually, if someone ignores me when I tell them no, I don't talk with them again. Ever. But I get the feeling that you've never been able to feel vulnerable without getting hurt. And you deserve empathy and understanding. Capiche?” Jean was certain that if he tried to say something at that moment, his voice would crack, right next to any of his remaining composure. Shame pinched his neck and ears and cheeks a bright pink, and he felt his stomach starting to churn as he took each verbal blow. Except, they hadn't even been verbal blows. Jeremy had been strict and harsh, but had never raised his voice louder than necessary.

It was a stark change from what Jean had grown accustomed to while in the Nest. The concept that he was still standing without any new bruises to speak of was indicative enough of how different life was going to be in California. Or, at least, how different life was going to be like around Jeremy Knox. Chances were extremely high that things would change after the rest of the Trojans returned to campus, but as long as Jean was going to be roommates with Jeremy, he figured he'd have to get used to it.

After all, so many years of cold showers and bloodied bandages had left him numb to truly criticizing his own actions. Instead, he'd weaponized his flaws, using them to gain results that he could, at the very least, predict.

MASTERPOST

Suncatchers and Golden Hours

[wormsforrabbitsif]

DEMO COMNG IN AN UNDISCLOSED TIME :D

The file slides across the table, the contents of which are for an upcoming mission you and your partner are being sent on. The look on your superior lets on how dangerous this will be. You've only ever been on small missions, not known enough in Nova H.Q. for you to be trusted fully. You understand, they can't afford a snitch getting in.

Opening the file shows 2 photos. The first is of the infamous 'Black Hole Casino', its golden walls and bright lights give it away. The casino is built on a spaceship that follows a very specific route, it moves in an infinity symbol going around Earth and Mars, for what reason is unknown. Both planets lack the population you would assume the casino would need to thrive.

You share a look with your partner as they hand you the other photo, It shows the captain of the ship and owner of the casino, Arthur Rogers shaking hands with a man whose face is hidden from the security camera this photo was taken from. Your eyes scanned the photo, looking for the importance it holds. A small gasp left your lips at the sight of the symbol on the mysterious man's hand.

Your eyes dart back up to your superior who offers a nod in confirmation. This mission may be bigger than you can chew, but you've worked hard in this organization for an opportunity like this, you will complete it even if it costs you your life. You just hope it doesn't come to that.

-+18 (strong language, alludes to sexual behavior, smoking and alcohol use, guns, think of the godfather but aim so much lower) -Play as male, female, or nonbinary, LGBT options available

-Play as a Spy and go undercover to help take down a casino or go against your organization to help the casino. Romance your foes or allies while finding the deep secrets this ship holds. -Find out more about the world around you and how each planet not only gained its own civilization but became independent from Earth. -More will be added to this section the more the game gets fleshed out, things may change or disappear

-Captain Arthur Rogers: The man you were hired to kill, he tends to try and flirt his way out of messy situations but is not afraid to simply 'get rid of' anything that gets in the way. (Earth-Born) He's tall with dirty blond hair with dark red eyes, he tends to wear sunglasses to hide the color.

-Donnah/Daniel Fortingale: You may be fooling the casino but you couldn't fool one person. D is prone to blackmail, they like to be condescending and they enjoy trying to get on the Spy's nerves. (Jupiter-Born) They have short pink hair with eyes to match, their appearance is just shy of human.

-Mary/Martin Dunnam: Your Superior, they rule the H.Q. with an iron fist, they expect nothing but perfection from any mission you or your equals are sent on, this one no different. They are a harsh critic but is known to crack a smile when activity is low. (Saturn-Born) They have long red hair with tired green eyes, their age is unknown but you feel the H.Q. might have added a few more.

-Jenny/Jeremy Gardener: Is just here to gamble and play the machines, they're very nosy and gets the sense something sinister is going on in the casino but it's none of their business...unless you wanna talk about it? They are extremely rich and will rub it in, they want to get with Spy and is willingly to pay for any expenses they might have. (Earth-Born) straight blond(e) hair (almost white) with honey eyes.

-Janet Monroe: A dealer at the casino, she runs multiple of the tables and runs the majority of the machines. She's easy going but isn't afraid to call out a cheater, she retells the story of her throwing out a motorcycle gang after one too many chips disappeared. She's witty and seems to have a soft spot for the Spy, she is the embodiment of luck. (Earth-Born) she has medium brown hair with dark brown eyes.

[missmcspooks]

The 300 Year Old Werewolf Killer and His Vampire Girlfriend

In Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada, the community wasn’t aware that there was a self proclaimed 300 year old werewolf walking amongst them. But during the afternoon on April 23rd, 2006, a grizzly discovery would be found. The triple homicide of the Richardson family, committed by their own 12 year old daughter and her 300 year old werewolf boyfriend. 

The Richardson family consisted of the father, 42 year old Marc Richardson, and the mother, 48 year old Debra Richard. They had two children, Jasmine who was 12, and an 8 year old son, Tyler. They were a typical normal loving family and didn’t have any major issues going on within their household. Jasmine went to an all girls catholic school and was said to be a great kid, friendly, caring, and did very well in school. Jacob was said to be a very happy and energetic kid, and was labeled as the class clown and loved making people laugh. 

Jasmine’s parents along with her friends all noticed a change in not only her attitude, but her appearance as well. Everyone knows that kids tend to change a little once they approach their teenage years and they’re finding themselves. But this was a very drastic change. Jasmine was a very good kid in school and made sure to never break any rules, never got in trouble at school or at home, was very social and always liked spending time with her friends, and she was a very girly girl, and loved wearing pink and other bright colors. However, she slowly started to change. She started wearing darker makeup and darker clothes, and soon began to wear all black clothes entirely. She started wearing fishnets, chains, chokers, and other kinds of jewelry that weren't allowed to be worn at school. She started distancing herself from her friends, changed her interests, and was becoming more and more like a rebel. Even her music interests changed as she started listening to things like punk-rock or metal music. She also began to take pens and sharpie markers to draw tattoos on herself, but things like pentagons and other satanist related things, and considering she went to a catholic school, that stuff wasn’t taken lightly. The girl who was once sweet, never talked back and followed all the rules, had now started arguing, snapping back at teachers, breaking dress codes, and just being snarky, thus getting into trouble very often. 

Jasmine’s Biggest Downfall

Jasmine attended a punk-rock show one evening, where she ended up meeting a man named Jeremy Steinke. They were both very into each other from the get go, and she just instantly became obsessed with that man. The disturbing part to this is the fact that was only 12 years old, and Jeremy was 23. Jeremy was a high school dropout, lived in a bad neighborhood, and was unemployed. But the main reason Jasmine was so into this man was due to the fact that he was a completely goth person. He was basically just like her. He wore all black, the black makeup, jewelry, everything. They exchanged numbers and soon began secretly hanging out and forming an intimate relationship. She would tell her parents that she was going out with friends, but would really be going over to his house. Whenever she couldn’t hangout, they would keep in touch online through social media. 

Jeremy also wore a little vial of blood around his neck as a necklace, and told Jasmine that there was real blood inside of it, and that he loves the taste of blood and needs it in order to survive. Jasmine was super intrigued and asked him if he was a vampire, and he told her no, he’s not a vampire… He’s a 300 year old werewolf. Just a few months after meeting him, she changed completely and her original friends claimed that they became afraid of her. Jasmine stated that she took a lot of pleasure in scaring people because it made her feel like she was in control, powerful, and in charge. She started spending time on a website called vampirefreaks.com, which was pretty much just like MySpace, but strictly for the vampire community. On her Myspace profile, she used to have her parents and her friends as her heroes, but she then changed it to Jeffrey Dahmer, Criss Angel, Marylin Manson, Dani Filth, and Batman. On her vampirefreaks.com profile, she described herself as Wiccan, bisexual, insane, etc. She even had blood, kinky shit, and dark poetry listed under her interests column. Jeremy was also very into this website, and it’s where the two communicated the most.

He Huffed, and He Puffed, and He Blew Her House Down

Jasmine’s parents eventually find her social media websites and learn all about this Jeremy dude she’s been seeing secretly. They know how old she is, they know she’s been sneaking out, and not coming home when she’s supposed to, and they had to intervene for the safety of their daughter. As any normal parent would, they forbade her to stop seeing this man, and that he was way too old for her. She was grounded and not allowed to leave the house unless it was for school, and she was to come home directly after school. This infuriated Jasmine and caused her to act out even more, and a war soon happened inside the home. One day, she wrote a message to Jeremy telling him that she had an amazing idea. “It starts with me killing them, and ends with me living with you.” Yes. She was the one who came up with the plan to murder her entire family, so she could be free and live the life she wants, instead of running away like a normal teenager would do. He responded in return, stating that he wants to slit their throats and that they’d forget ever trying to keep them apart. 

On the evening of April 22nd, 2006, the family was getting ready for bed. Debra heard some noises coming from downstairs and decided to go check it out, when she was met face to face with a mysterious man wearing a black man, holding a knife. She panicked and she screamed, but sadly she was stabbed to death 12 times. Due to the screaming she woke up her husband Marc, and their son Tyler. Marc runs downstairs and finds this man standing over his wife as she’s covered in blood, and quickly grabs a screwdriver and attempts to fight off the attacker. Marc puts up a really good fight, punching him and trying to stab him with the screwdriver, but sadly he couldn’t overpower him. Marc was stabbed and killed 24 times. Jasmine had been inside of her room this entire time, pretending to be asleep when he came inside and started the attacks. However, her little brother's room was right next to hers, and Jasmine went inside and saw him hiding on his bed because he was so afraid. She held him and covered his ears to refrain from hearing all the screaming downstairs. Shortly after that, Jeremy came upstairs after making sure both of her parents were dead, and that’s when Jasmine decided that her little brother, who she was just protecting, needed to die as well. She claimed that she had no choice but to kill him, because both of their parents were dead, and claimed that there wasn’t any point to keeping him alive if there was no one to take care of him, as she was going to leave and start a new life with Jeremy. She stabbed her own brother 5 times and slit his throat. 

The next day a little boy came to their home and knocked on the door to ask if Tyler could come out and play. When no one answered, he peeked through the window, and saw something that no child should ever have to see. He ran home and told his parents, and the police were called. When the police entered the home, they found the bodies and saw a tremendous amount of blood. When they saw the little boy’s throat was slashed, they determined that whoever killed the family had to have known them, because these attacks were personal. While investigating the house they noticed a family portrait that had both parents, the son, and a daughter, which led the police to assume that the daughter had been kidnapped by the killer. They sent out an amber alert and went down to the school to search her locker for any clues or information that might possibly help lead them to the killer. Inside the locker they find an alarming drawing consisting of a house that’s on fire, stick figures inside the house that’s burning, and two stick figures running away from the house. Jasmine now went from a missing person to a murder suspect. 

Arrest, Trial, and Sentencing

Police ended up finding both Jasmine and Jeremy within 24 hours of discovering the bodies. They showed no negative emotions while being apprehended. They weren’t remorseful, didn’t show any signs of grief, sadness, or concern. Jeremy actually laughed and bragged about how he got a black eye from Marc punching him in the face. Jasmines trial began in June of 2007, and when she was asked why she had murdered her family, she said: 

“I loved Jeremy so much. I thought it was going to bring us closer together.”

When the evidence was brought in, they had a LOT of jailhouse letters that were exchanged between her and Jeremy. Once again, neither of them showed any signs of guilt or remorse for what they have done, and basically just talked about their future together when they got out of prison. She even joked in what of her letters that they were “immortal legends.” This is what it said in one of her letters:

“Never has a person affected me so much. Always, will there be missing something without you with me. My lawyer tells me we’re legends, hah. Closer to immortality, it would seem.”

After that letter they bring in another one that was written by Jeremy.

“I love you more than life itself. I’ve added you to my visitors list so once you’re released, please visit often. Never forget how much I care, or that I love you. Without you, this life isn’t worth living. You said you want to get engaged? Then here’s the question. Will you marry me? If so, then it's a verbal agreement.” 

She accepted his proposal. She also took the stand in her own defense on July 3rd, 2007. She told the court that she had a hypothetical conversation about killing her family, and possibly making the deaths look like a murder suicide, or an accidented, but didn’t actually intend to go through with that plan. Then when she was questioned about her letters to Jeremy, she claimed that she was only talking about her five minutes of fame, and that people are going to remember them forever. She told them that she was home when the murders happened, and that she was in her brother's room trying to cover his ears and protect him from hearing the screams from their parents. She then goes on to say that Jeremy came upstairs and started yelling at her to kill her brother, since he just killed her parents for them, so now she needed to participate as well. She claims to have stabbed him, but “not very hard.” She pleaded not guilty to all three counts of first degree murder, but after just three hours, the jury found Jasmine guilty on all three counts. Considering Canada is more lenient with their justice system, she was only sentenced to 10 years in prison, which was the max penalty under the Youth Criminal Justice Act. This act states that convicts who are under the age of 14 during the time they committed the crimes cannot be charged as an adult and can only receive the maximum sentence of 10 years. She also got a credit of 18 months for the time she served while waiting for her trial. Additionally, 4 out of those 10 years will be spent in a psychiatric facility. She would then spend 4 and a half years under conditional supervision within the community. 

Jeremy’s trial was in December of 2008. He was instantly found guilty of all 3 counts of first degree murder and sentenced to 3 life sentences. Jasmine was fully released at the age of 23 in 2015 and has been keeping a very low profile presence. She was also told that if she could go 5 years without any trouble with the law, that her juvenile record would be expunged. She was Canada’s youngest convicted murderer. There’s no record of whether or not Jasmine continued her relationship with Jeremy after she was released, or whether they were even still in contact.

[void-imp]

Hi Olly! 🫶🏻 19% for the trio?

19% - How does your character's living space reflect their personality?

Jab's personal hygiene? Impeccable. His room? An absolute dump. Clothes lying around, bed undone with sheets that probably haven't been changed in weeks, fridge overflowing with stuff that's way past its expiration date. He's not very organized and struggles with executive dysfunction and sometimes just... being lazy... It shows. A lot of his belongings are either in pastels, black or obnoxious colors like bright pink. He collects things he finds cute, plushies, objects with references to pop culture, washi tape, anything. Kind of a hoarder.

Jeremy's room is usually clean. He shares a kitchen and bathroom with his two roommates but his room is his. He's very meticulous with his belongings and has a system as to where everything goes. Socks in the upper drawer, underwear in the next... It's nice knowing where things are. He keeps a lot of plants that take up a good chunk of the cramped room he lives in. His window faces the sunny side of the building, bathing the space in a ethereal, golden light.

The studio apartment Aleksey lives in is pretty bare-bones at a first glance but the traces of his personality are there. On every available surface books are placed, and the colors range from darker neutrals to the odd splash of a brighter red. Things for his cat, Marlon, is scattered across the room too. His place has a cozy vibe. It's his space and you where he feels most at ease.

[nineliabilityrisk]

muutos / your reckless impulses will get you killed! - mangle to jeremy

" your reckless impulses will get you killed ! "

-- [ asked by @muutos ] --

"Reckless? Man, I'm just trying to do my job!" he cried out, unsteady voice putting his terror on full display. Bear mask haphazardly shoved over his head, flashlight swinging wildly from side to side in search of the source of the glitched, distorted words.

He never should've left his office, he never should've taken this job in the first place– the whirring of gears and servos stopped both Jeremy and his racing thoughts in their tracks. Up, they sounded like they came from above — with a yelp and a thud, he lost his footing as he turned and came face-to-face with the pink and white fox. Luckily, he'd managed to keep his grasp on his flashlight, shining it directly in the animatronic's eyes. God, stay still, stay away– he just needed it stunned long enough for him to scramble backwards and put some distance between them.

"Leave me alone! Shit! I get it, you guys don't want me here! Well, I don't want to fuckin' be here, either! Just– just leave ... leave me alone and I'll stay out of your way. I'm not — I'm not trying to cause trouble, or whatever you think I'm doing. I literally just work here!" Was he rambling? He was rambling. Not only was he rambling, he was trying to bargain with a haywire animatronic. A fucking robot. What was this job doing to him?

Flashlight still clutched in his shaking hand, he kept it aimed at the bot, flicking the button on and off in quick bursts in an attempt to keep it stunned until he'd made it around the corner into the next room — the main room, thank god, he could see the music box, where he'd been trying to get to this whole time — and gotten a chance to get back on his feet again. All the bright lights and the flashing — an attempt to overload its processors, or whatever the fuck the guy on the phone had said. God, if Jeremy made it out of this alive, he had some very choice words to share with that guy.

"Look — I'm just trying to fix the box. It's not winding right, and I promise that if you let me go figure out why I'll go back to my office and you won't have to deal with me for the rest of my shift as soon as I'm done. Please? I don't– I don't even know why you're mad at me. I didn't even do anything. I'm just trying to do my job," he repeated. It was the truth, after all. What else was he to say?

With one glance cast at the main stage — completely empty, which was worrying in its own right — and one cast over his shoulder at the hallway he'd just escaped from, he decided to make a break for the box. He was on a time limit here, after all. He just had to hope that keeping the flashlight pointed haphazardly behind him would be enough to deter his assailant.

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

Simba’s Christmas Gifts

For Berlioz @ber-bonfamille-lyons: this playlist :)

For Ashlee @ashlee-bonfamille-lyons: new pointe shoes, treats for juni, a few other odds and ends probably like clothes and books, etc.

For Marie @marie-a-bonfamille: is it a cop out for him to get her more fabric like he has the past two years? lmao he doesn’t think so!! it’s gonna becomee one of those things where he always gets her it bc he thinks she likes it but she’ll get sick of it at some point lol

For Toulouse @lou-bonfightme: a new houseplant for his new apartment and treats for victoire

For Amelia (and Abigail) @amelia-o-gabble: treats for duckie and goose for sure, probably custom sweaters w corgis on them -- one pink/one blue lol

For Jenny @jenny-marshfoxworth: he def stressed about what to get her bc he doesn’t know her super well yet but he probs wound up getting her like a combined present w ber -- maybe a new guitar, i feel like they’d do that -- idk ask lauryl what it was haha something expensy

For Isaac @isaac-morey: probably something to sort things in his classroom like containers or w/e bc simba finds those helpful and thinks eeveryone else would too

For Drakken @dr-drckken: YEAH they’re still FRIENDs literally rude (i read the discord thing lmao) -- he probs got him like one of those kiddie science kits bc he thinks they’re fun lol

For Winston @winndeavor: got him a nice cashmere scarf or NO some knitted pot holders for plants. both.

For Martin and Archimedes @geehosaphat: archimedes got a bowtie with golden retrievers on it lol -- and Martin probs got some charmed cooking equipment since he bakes

For Pacifica @northwestxprincess: some rose gold air pods do they make those? idk it just seems like a vibe

For Eilonwy @eilonwy-notjustgirl: a rugby ball with signatures from some girl’s team in england idk :) simba has #connections

For Jessica @notbad-justsungthatway: some rose/honey/ginger tea made by his aunt in kenya -- “good for ur throat” :) - simba

For Greg @notmuchofatail: a donation to Ruff to Fluff for 500 pounds, from the Bonfamille-Lyons clan

For Jessie @belladonna-wright: one of those scratch off travel maps

For Jeremy (and parents and Suzy) @jere-me--oh-my: some baked goods for the whole fam, parents probs got nice scarves, suzy got like some toys, and jeremy got some guitar picks and maybe a new guitar strap

For Hades @trip-downtheriverstyx: a mug that says #1 mayor which i THINK he got him last year, but doesn’t remember but is very funny if he did

For Dian @dian-morey: some fun scrubs since he works w the kiddos sometimes!

For Doc @doc-hudson: a book on dealing w grief lmfaooo this is so passive aggressive (he means it genuinely tho)

For Robbie @robbie-ryeo: a nice leatherbound notebook YEAH i remembered they’re kinda awkward friends so :)

For Flik @flik-feathery: also some of those kid science experiment kits bc again, simba thinks they’re fun

For Arista @arista-the-musical: probably a nice handcrafted tote from kenya in a nice bright red :)

For Jake @crickey-itsjake: a pair of nice polarized sunglasses bc he’s outside a lot

For JEFF: a nice wallet that he doesn’t give him for reasons...

For Aquata @aquata-the-champ: a nice plush towel customized with her name and “coach” on it -- in blue ofc

For Alana @alana-the-brilliant: ...another kiddie science kit there is a theme this year lmao

For Agustin @accident-prone-agustin: a 1000$ bonus from InterPride -- a nice hat for the winter

For Mads @mads-morey: a book in arabic probs

For Franny and the bb @mrsrcbinscn: some jewelry for Franny and some toys for the bb

For Reza @rezares: “i know u don’t celebrate that’s why it’s funny” - simba who bought reza a santa hat lol

For Elena and the babies @displacedprincess: a locket with the babies’ pics in it and some toys for the bbs

For Lightning @lightning-kachow: he just is too excited for him to be in Swynlake so he probs bought him a bunch of Swynlake swag lmao

For Mirabel @waitingona-mirabel:

For Tiana @truitt-story: a gift certificate to a spa day -- also another one for her mama probs :)

For Belle @labellerose-acheron: some bath salts and treats for philippe

For Isabela @rowsandrows-of-roses: a book of wax paper to press flowers

For Felix @tirameunpaso-felix: the ugliest button up he could find :)

For Ella and Willa @cinderellaashbourne: some toys for the bb and some sorting containers for her classroom for Ella

For Barbie @estrelllas: some beaded bracelets from kenya!

For Dolores @haveyoumet-dolores: some cute ear muffs probs in like a nice bright yellow, and fuzzy. like thsi

For Al @alzcomicbarn: a gift card to Hatter’s sorry he doesn’t know what to get him but doesn’t wanna leave him out

For Gil @agentgrumpy-gils: a 1000$ InterPride bonus

For Ting-Ting @princess-ting-ting: a 1000$ InterPride bonus

For Pepa @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo: a photo album for her to fill -- customized with “swynlake memories” on the front

[crabonfire]

I love you more than I love tom jones

character: scout

warning: none!

Note: this is a confession!!! how he'd react to a confession from you and how he'd confess. I'm gonna do all the other mercenaries, but for now I'm doing them one by one! So look out for the next ones :)

readers confession is short, because it can be whatever you want it to be. So I only made it how he'd react to one, not a specific one. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! xx ♡

♡Scout♡

When he confesses...

• he's a nervous wreck, he makes plans to tell you how he feels, heck the whole team is in on it!

• though, as always, disaster strikes and everything fails.

• after a day of failed attempts, he gives up even when the others tell him to keep going, and goes to hang out on the roof to look at the stars.

• you and him are practically best friends, and you had noticed hes felt down recently. so, with two cans of bonk in your hands, you make your way up to the roof to talk to him.

"Hey man, you good?".

"HAH-OH-fuck ya scared the shit outta me Y/N. Hey, yeah no I'm good. Definitely."

As you sit next to him you hand him a can and he graciously accepts, yet its obvious by his weary smile he's not well.

"Cmon Jer, I can tell your lying. What happened?"

"..."

Silence falls between you two, the crickets deafening to your ears.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke.

"...there's this person I like. And...I've been meanin' to tell em...ya know...I like em. But, everythin' keeps on going wrong," He pauses,

"I just wanna tell em, but they're so clueless about it. It...its hard. Listen, I'm not shy or anythin' but damn! It's difficult."

You listen intently, as he pours his emotions out to you.

"I don't know if I should keep goin' cause...what if they don't like me back like that?"

• He finishes, taking a sip of his can as he stares off into the starry sky. You frown at his uncharacteristic self, he was usually never one to give up so this person must be really special to him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, making him pull all his attention towards you.

"Jeremy, listen to me very carefully. You are such an amazing person, your funny, you care about others even if they don't give you the time of day, your strong, talented, and honestly? Really fucking cute. If that person can't see how much you care about them? Then fuck them, why? Cause there are tons of people out there who love you Jer."

His face is tinted with a soft pink, as he chuckles. "You really think so?"

"I know so Jeremy. I doubt that they don't like you back though, nobody can resist your charm." You tease, making you both laugh.

"Yeah, yeah I guess your right."

• You are met with silence once again, with you now closer to his body. Your arms press against each other, as he goes back to staring into nothingness.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Yeah Scout?"

He looks to you, and you both lock eyes. The way he's staring into you right now makes you feel nervous yet you can't seem to pull away from him.

"I...love you."

His voice, calm and gentle. His expression once sad was now confident, and radiant of positivity. Your body flinched at those words, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You are left speechless, you were the one he liked? The clueless person who had left him head over heels?

The realisation hits you like a bus, as your mouth opens to an O shape.

"...Y/N?"

"OH FUCK IM THE CLUELESS ONE?!"

"PFFT-BAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA-"

• as he laughs, you freak out internally. He likes you too??? And...and he's been giving out signs and your DUMBASS HASNT REALISED?? FOR FUCKS SAKE Y/N

• you bury your face in your hands as he goes on, finally stopping to hear a reply.

"So uh...do ya like me too?"

"Fuck...yea...I um. I love you too Jeremy."

His smile widened and became a cheeky grin. He was absolutely brimming with excitement you could practically feel it! He was bright, brighter than the shining sun, god was he so happy.

"Really? You...your not saying that just because right? Right?"

"No Scout, I really do love you too."

"Holy...oh my god? Holy fuck...wait no way..ya like me too?"

"Yes scout."

"Like...like like? Love? All that romantic stuff?"

"Yeah man, I love you."

"Fuck say that again?"

"Pfft...I love you scout."

He jumps and stands tall on the roof, puffing out his chest, "THEY LOVE ME, HEAR THAT SHIT? YEAH, THEY LOVE ME." You burst out laughing at his sudden proclamation. Though he quickly sits back down, clears his throat as if nothing happens and stares at you happily.

"I uh...can I hug you?" He asks, as he twiddles his fingers together.

"Yeah."

He leans in to wrap his arms around you, engulfing your soft scent as his smile widens even more. He's ecstatic he really is, and you don't doubt it.

You two will spend time with each other just being in each others presence for a bit at the rooftop, until he decidedly gets "tired" and goes back to his room just so he can brag about it to everybody else.

They're happy for him, I mean they knew about your crush for him so it would always end up this way, but happy nonetheless. Plus his shouting about "they love me" and whatnot was heard all over Teufort, waking up some of the other teams members.

He will not sleep that night, shuffling in his bed and giggling like a school girl thinking replaying those words in his mind. "I love you, Jeremy."

Will definitely ask you out the next day, no hesitation needed now that he knows you feel the same.

When you confess...

• WHATDIDYOUSAYYYYYYY????

• you...you love him?

• "I er....wow. I didn't know ya felt that way. Fuck, uh..."

• he's...so happy? But incredibly shocked! He never knew you felt the same way he did for you. Without a word, he pulls you into a tight hug, not letting go as if he did his whole world would collapse.

• "shit...I love you too Y/N. fuck that's good to get of my chest."

• you both stay like that for a bit, until he let's go. With a confident expression, he asks

"SO...how about I take ya out to dinner? You, me, fancy restaurant? How does that sound toots?"

His voice cracks slightly, making you giggle.

"I'd love that."

Your soft eyes make his heart tremble, a lovesick smile plastered onto his face. "GREAT! Pick you up at 8 tomorrow...yeah!"

He runs off to brag to his teammates, who is glad he's so happy but you confessing to him gave him a bigger ego boost it needed to.

• when he confesses to you, he feels less nervous. When YOU confess to him? He's so happy it's like he discovered the cure for cancer. The difference is intense.

[outlustings]

Can I get a male reader x Jeremy Blaire piece please? Like maybe he hires the male reader as a PA or secretary and starts get the 😜 mhmmmm feels. I don’t mind it’s nsfw or not.

(my non native speaker ass staring at the word PA for a solid 10 seconds being like: "pa....? paah?" also someone should probably sue blaire he's wildin with his secretaries whenever i write him - making out below the cut and also TOUCHING oh my GOD filthy!!)

×

Being Jeremy Blaire's personal assistant was tough. Not only did you have to play along with the nearly tyrannical way he ran the Mount Massive compound, but you also had to be very accomodating of whatever he desired. Mr. Blaire was very specific about his wants. Maybe it was out of spite, you thought as you thrummed your fingers on the espresso machine of the executives' breakroom that probably costed the company more than your monthly salary. Blinking lights flashed before your eyes as the machine churned out another double espresso. Another fancy drink, as if you had nothing else to do, what with running around the building collecting papers and sending emails like the world was ending.

You sighed, lifting the tiny cup of tar black liquid onto a saucer which rested on a small steel tray. Mr. Blaire was so busy these days. Something was going on in the basement again, something related to a great big project, and you had to run in circles with a blind fold on as no one in the whole building was really telling you what was going on. Ever. You were just an errand boy to these people. An errand boy with a name tag and the slowest laptop in the damn county. I should ask Park to check it out, you thought as you picked up the tray and marched to the door, pushing it open with your knee and began your lengthy exodus to Mr. Blaire's office.

After a few flights of stairs you reached the heavy wooden door, lifted the tray up to balance it on your forearm and knocked sharply with your free hand, leaning against the doorframe.

"Come in," you heard him call out.

Pushing the door open, you slipped in, the small pink cup rattling against its saucer.

Jeremy Blaire was sitting behind his desk, his legs crossed and his chin resting on his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through, no doubt, another research report. His face was taut, stern - yet he looked so bored, tired even. A purplish hue had settled below his blue eyes.

"Here's your coffee," you smiled, walking up to the desk and he raised his eyes from the monitor and smiled slightly, his face relaxing as he saw you. Weird, you thought, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his smile.

"Thank Christ," Jeremy sighed, straightening his back and rubbing the back of his neck, "I might have died from fatigue without my fourth espresso."

"Fifth," you corrected, setting the drink down.

"What, really?" his eyes widened before a grin settled on his face as he reached for the coffee, "I should quit, huh?"

You shrugged.

"Makes my work days less boring."

"What, my addiction?" he joked, turning his attention to the computer while raising the cup to his lips, taking a sip. His eyes skimmed over a few words and he seemed to frown for a fraction of a second before sighing and taking another, longer gulp of his coffee, "You're an enabler," he smirked at you.

"Isn't that part of my job description?" you chuckled, shoving your hands in your pockets. Jeremy only hummed in response.

"Anything else, sir?" you enquired.

"Yeah, come take a loot at this," he gestured towards his monitor, "I need some help."

You walked around the desk and bent down, eyeing the monitor. Bright, blurry light and that exceptionally boring font that the scientists of the facility all used - you'd seen enough emails from them to have noticed such a pattern. Random, thirteen-syllable words flashed before you. Lots of numbers. Neuro-something-pathy, maybe.

"What am I looking at?" you bent further down, closer to the monitor, leaning over Jeremy's crossed legs.

"They want more money, and they want it from international sources," Jeremy sipped his coffee, his brows knitted together.

"What, for tax reasons?" you turned your head to him.

Jeremy shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at his full lips.

"Probably," he sighed, "Lord knows what they'll do with it. This is all Greek to me."

"Yeah," you conceded, turning to the monitor, adjusting your legs slightly as your back was starting to strain.

Your leg brushed against his thigh.

"Oops," your eyes shot down and you felt yourself blush a little bit, "Sorry. Personal space."

You felt Jeremy's body stiffen, as if he was holding his breath. Then, after a silent, awkward moment, he lowered his cup and saucer onto his desk, quite forcefully. It made a sharp clink. Uh oh. You cringed internally, rushing to read the email again. Words seemed to make no sense, and Jeremy sat there, quietly. You could practically hear the little tick-tock of his Rolex, counting down your doom.

But you remained still, glued to the screen, your leg brushing against his again. This time, you said nothing. It felt good to be so close to him. You tried your hardest to focus on the text in front of you as you shifted your weight onto your other leg.

"So, what's this all-..."

You felt a tug somewhere near your hips and jumped, shooting your eyes to the waistband of your slacks and saw that Jeremy had hooked one of his fingers into your belt loop and was pulling at it gently but firmly enough to draw your hips into the bulk of his shoulder.

"Uh, sir?" your mouth felt very dry as you watched him smirk at you from his chair as he hooked his thumb inside the same belt loop and splayed his open hand on the harsh curve of your narrow hip.

"What?" he cocked one eyebrow at you and gave another insistent, almost yearning tug at you, and this time, you almost lost your balance, your thigh bumping into his arm.

Your head was spinning.

"What do you mean 'what'? Don't -..." you trailed off, your eyes stuck on his as he continue smiling mischievously, "Why?" you managed to get out, and swallowed thickly, feeling as if the all of the air in the room was gone and you were going to suffocate just looking deep into his icy blue eyes, those really dreamy eyes... Fuck.

Without moving his hand from where it now rested on your hip, rubbing soothing circles on the fabric, he rose from his chair. Slowly. Sensually, you realised. He was taller than you, his slim body nearly pressed against you as you craned your neck slightly upwards, looking up at your boss' face. This wasn't happening.

"Why?" Jeremy grinned, his white teeth glinting in the dim light as he eyed you up and down, then down again, "Can't take my eyes off of you, that's why."

That suave tone had a little crack in it. The softness in his eyes betrayed him. You felt him press closer to you, close enough that you could nearly taste the scotch on his lips and the musk of his cologne. His hand steadied itself on your hip, and moved to the small of your back, still pressing and rubbing tiny, burning circles on your skin.

"Just be still," his voice was low, silent. Then a more chipper tone again, mocking, dripping with mirth. He was toying with you.

"I could, of course, keep my hands to myself," Jeremy leaned close to your ear, his jaw brushig against yours and you shivered, feeling something shift inside your stomach as his hot breath ghosted over your ear, "But you don't want that, do you?"

You leaned back, your butt hitting the edge of his desk as you tried to look at him. There was something in his eyes again. Cold, steely blue had turned warmer. Hungrier.

"Yes, sir," you muttered, head empty, your eyes moving to his lips. You only now noticed how beautiful his cupid's bow was. His lips were so... so... close.

"What was that?" Jeremy grinned, "A little louder, please? I dare you."

You felt his other hand settle on your hip as he shuffled towards you, pressing his knee against your legs, trying to nudge them open. Your body felt oddly light and heavy at the same time, you realized, as you felt his hands skim over your ribs through your button-up. Soothing, gentle.

"No, sir," you felt him press against you, the very tips of your noses brushing against each other, "Don't keep your hands to yourself. I can help," you decided to test the waters, offering a smirk of your own, yet your words came out far more desperate than you'd liked. Everything was moving so fast.

"Damn right you can," Jeremy breathed out and leaned into you and caught your lips with his own, hungry and scorching hot. You gripped his collar, holding on for dear life.

You felt his slight stubble scrape against your skin and smiled into his mouth, as he caotured your lips in another searing kiss, your heads moving awkwardly, teeth clicking together as he devoured you, or what was left of you, after every single one of your thoughts was replaced with an animalistic need for his scent, his hands, his flesh against yours.

His hands roamed your body as you leaned against his desk and kissed him, feeling his tongue creep to your mouth and you couldn't help but moan at the lewd sensation of being so roughly kissed and taken by your own boss, by the notorious Mr. Blaire himself, who was indeed human underneath his steely exterior. His hands moved down to fondle your ass. You gasped into his parted lips and he grunted in response. He was so needy. So desperate. It was almost funny, seeing him like this, all but grinding against your thigh.

"Fuck," he grunted, moving away from your lips for a moment, gripping your chin and wiping stray saliva off with the calloused bad of his thumb, "The things you do to me."

"I'm trying my best, sir," you exhaled, a little laugh bubbling out from your chest as your hands roamed from his upper back to his shoulders.

His gaze was alnost adoring as he pecked you on the lips, black hair sticking slightly to his forehead. Then another, needier kiss, this time with tongue. It was a short and teasing one.

"God, don't think I can -..." he cleared his throat, "I don't think I can just go on with my work day after that. Jesus."

He pulled a few inches further away from you, still gripping your chin in an affectionate manner. His eyes were softer again, yet you frowned.

"Am I that bad?" you blurted out, clamping your fingers around his collar, pleading silently for more.

"You're a pretty good kisser, (Y/N)," he chuckled, straightening his back, sliding his hands to your front where he dug his thumbs inside the waistband of your trousers, pulling them slightly, nudging your lower bidy towards his.

"Pretty good?" you feigned shock, "Let me show you good," you licked your lips and kissed him slowly, softly, then moved down to his jawline where you peppered pulsing, tense flesh with small kisses and moved onto his neck, where you could see and feel his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly. His skin tasted salty, slightly bitter, yet delicious when your teeth grazed against where his pulse thrummed underneath pale skin.

"Ah, careful, I don't wear turtlenecks."

"Then show my work off," you murmured, pressing your lips to his neck, tasting him with your tongue as he shuddered underneath your touch, your hands sliding up and down his chest, "Show off the things I do for you - to you."

You emphasized your point with an open-mouthed, wet kiss on his sensitive skin and Jeremy moaned underneath your lips. You might have to work overtime tonight.

[starry-skies-116]

Neurodivergent/Synesthesiac Michael Headcanonssss!!:

Similar to Kitsune Yokai/foxes, Michael has trouble repeating words or uttering incantations, and can only learn by practicing/mimicking them repeatedly (which means he can’t really rap). This becomes a tad funny/ironic when he hears ‘hello hello’ on the phone during FNAF 1, which is similar to how Japanese people say ‘moshi moshi’ to make sure a Kitsune is not on the other end of the line. Couple that with how Michael wore a Foxy mask frequently and has a slight weakness for fried tofu takeout and bam, you have a very funny joke that makes way more sense in my head.

In the Mutant!AU, physical sensations and symptoms of Synesthesia are amplified in hearing, sight and taste whenever he uses energy manipulation since it affects him on many levels. 

Certain names, words and songs, like your ‘average’ synesthesiac, affects Michael in a certain way as it makes him see certain colors and leaves certain tastes in his mouth.

Angst material: He pretends to like the same genre songs that other teens are ‘supposed to like’ when actually those hurt his ears and give him sensory overload. In actuality he hates crowds and concerts, and tries to hide his agoraphobia, and by extension, his Synesthesia. Certain situations are just too much for him, despite his subconscious ability to mask.

Isn’t educated on his condition at all- naturally assumed as a child that other people could have words make them feel a certain way, or that people were hypersensitive to their senses, only to be in a little bit of shock when he finds out that the case is actually otherwise.

Associates the voices of his siblings with certain colors and tastes- for Evan, usually his voice is pleasant, silvery, calming and soft-spoken when he isn’t crying or angry, so Michael assigns to him a gentle palette- the colors of duskfall or twilight, and the taste of Evan’s name as he speaks it gives off a very faint taste of sweet, almost nectarous water akin to honey-sweetened and warm green tea. For Elizabeth he assigns bright pink, green and yellow neon colours, as well as for her name, the taste of something cloyingly sweet and ‘popping’, like ice cream with pop rocks. However, Michael associates Evan with bright, flashy and blinding blue, orange and red neon palettes whenever the latter is extremely emotional or passionate.

Of course, Michael associates his father William with shades of grey and purple, and the taste of his name with the ever-so-faint taste of blood. Should’ve seen that one coming, eh?

Learns that Evan is hypersensitive to touch but also LOVES touch when done properly and? Isn’t really surprised at all? Like he just goes “oh you’re like me but with touch” with slightly wide eyes and an eventual smile. Suddenly Evan ‘feeling the air temperature drop’ when it’s about to rain makes a whole lot more sense (we stan neurodivergent Afton kids~).

Associates Jeremy Fitzgerald’s voice with pleasant colors of early morning, and associates his name with fresh and sweet whipped cream with a hint of sweet cinnamon, the kind that he loves. (ur mega gae Mikol-)

He’s musically gifted and is INCREDIBLE at singing, dancing and composing as well as what can be considered ‘the fine arts’.  Considers his Synesthesia to be a fundamental part of him despite also being a condition that he struggles with, and without it, he might’ve been an incredibly different person with different aspirations, desires and talents.

[crastledivorce]

@petrichormeraki 

I made some characters for bbau awhile back (with some input from @rose-icosahedron and I just realized I never made an actual post about them so here it is :)

First up is Sunset. She’s the child of Lizzie and Cleo, made through cloning some time during Last Life. Her moms had a messy breakup (I feel like in LL burning down someone’s base is kinda the equivalent of keying someone’s car) so she spent her childhood bouncing between Empires and Hermitcraft. Since e!Lizzie is her mom, that makes her the crown princess of the Ocean Empire (I did specifically imagine her as Lizzie’s oldest child, sorry if this conflicts w anyone else), so she spent more time there. Sunset is cheerful, curious, and loves nature. She spends a lot of time hiking. She’s self-confident and independent, which is great, but can also be overly stubborn and unwilling to compromise. Sunset can enjoy socializing but values her alone time. If she does not get enough hours of alone a day she will bite. 

Family relationships-wise, she doesn’t always get along with Lizzie. She feels uninterested in the responsibilities of ruling the Ocean Empire, feels pressure to do so, and feels like Lizzie doesn’t make enough effort to connect with her over her own interests. At the end of the day they do still have a loving mother-daughter relationship though, I think they’d mostly resolve their issues around when Sunset is 18. Since Joel and Lizzie are married, he also raised her so she considers him a father. Gee, Sunset, why do you get three parents? And also Jeremy too but. Not much to say there. They banter a lot. Sunset is always really excited to get to see Cleo, since she doesn’t get to see her other mom as much due to the different servers. Sometimes she feels a bit jealous of Cleo’s other kids. When Sunset was 11 Cleo got her a hat shaped like a spider and she wore it nonstop for months. 

Her name comes from her hair, it’s literally red, with some shades of orange and pink. She has some of Lizzie’s axolotl features. Small arm fins, gills, and a tail. She was more axolotl-y when she was younger, she also had leg fins and webbed feet, but those disappeared by the time she was a teenager. Sorry Sunset. Puberty sucks, and you are only half-axolotl hybrid. Sunset is 5′6, average height, but considering that Lizzie is 10 feet and I hc Cleo as like, 6′something, she feels extremely cheated. Understandable lol. She likes practical, comfortable clothing, bright colors, and has a large collection of silly barrettes to keep her hair out of her eyes. 

She has trouble connecting to people, because she doesn’t quite understand socializing, but can get very excited and loyal around people she likes. And it isn’t too hard to get her to like you. Just ask about her interests and respect her alone time when she needs it. I have some thoughts on what she’d be like older/younger but mostly I imagine her in her preteen/early teens ish.

I have some ideas for how she’d get along with her friends/siblings but this is already long enough. If anyone wants to talk to me about making our ocs be friends, please do! (this feels like I’m setting up a playdate /pos). 

My other fanchild is Jeremy. I will admit I do not know as much about him. He was also created during Last Life, and is the child of Joel and Scar. They weren’t dating or anything, the magic of Magical Mountain just kind of manifested their child one day. This kind of thing just happens sometimes. (Rose and I agree that Jeremy and Madrone should in fact be friends). Joel picked the name. Joel and Scar weren’t expecting this, they just looked at the baby with vague confusion, so Scar wasn’t going to argue when Joel suggested Jeremy. It’s a good name! Scar did not, in fact, know at the time that Joel had previously created a religion around the name, but he thought it was funny when he found out. Joel was pleased about this. Lizzie wouldn’t let him name a child Jeremy. 

Jeremy is a cryptid. He likes being unsettling on purpose. It’s his main hobby. He doesn’t need to blink and he just stands there staring at people. He has a large scar on his leg from when he was reading in a tree and fell out of the tree. His favorite genres of book are murder mystery and romance novels. Jeremy likes to test people at first. If you do find him weird? Weak. He does not want to be around you anyway. No pity (he gets it from his dads). 

He has unnaturally-bright-looking green eyes that glow in the dark (he can’t actually see in the dark but he refuses to admit this), perpetually-messy hair that he dyes it a new color every month (naturally light brown), and a lanky 6′4 frame. Sometimes people think Jeremy is older than his actual age (early teens ish) because of how tall he is. He will not admit his actual age when people guess. He just makes them guess and then responds by shrugging.

Jeremy’s somewhat secretive, but not because he has any dark secrets to hide, he just thinks it’s funny. He’s right. Often he lies, for the same reason. He is more open with friends though. 

Some Images:

Sunset (age 12ish)

Jeremy (also around 12. I think. unless he tricked me somehow)

Sunset, throughout the years 

Sunset, age 18-20ish

[91percentpynch]

jean moreau x pride months

happy pride month kids, here‘s some wholesome jerejean content for your soul!! does this make any sense? no. is it a mess? yes. hope you enjoy this!!

the first pride month

it‘s the beginning of june and jeremy starts acting weird

he smiles more, the real smile normally reserved for winning an exy game or when he‘s alone with jean

he started drawing flags on his face or on his eye lids, jeremy never wore make-up, not more than his usual eyeliner and nail polish

„what does that mean?“, jean asks, pointing at the flags on his cheeks.

„the pink, yellow, blue one means i‘m pan. you know, i like more than one gender, i told you that already. and the grey, purple, white and black one that looks like an arrow? that means i‘m demisexual, you know how i only feel sexual attraction to people i have a bond with? that‘s demisexual. those are pride flags, it‘s pride month. didn‘t you know that?“

of course jean didn‘t know, after all he was locked up in a bassement for 10 years and he didn‘t exactly talk the first time he came over here last year at the end of june.

„what‘s pride month?“, jean asked softly, knowing that jeremy would never judge him, never think he was stupid.

„it‘s a month for lgbtqa+ folks. that stands for lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgender, questioning, asexuals, aromantics and everything inbetween. we celebrate ourselves this month, show how proud we are of ourselves and our community. we celebrate marsh johnson, the black transgender, gay sex worker who started the riots, stonewell, and basically threw a brick at a police officer and started the fight for gay rights“

„how do you know you‘re not straight?“, jean asked quietly. thinking about the way his mind keeps wandering back to jeremy, keeps wandering back to the thought of kissing him, holding his hand, the feeling of his soft, badly dyed ginger hair between his fingers.

„well i always payed more attention to the personality, than the gender. i never really cared what‘s between the legs. and it took me quite a while to figure out that i only feel sexual attraction to people when i have a connection to them“

„have you ever kissed a guy?“, jean asked, curiously now. in the nest it was forbidden, but kevin wanted to try it once, in the dark of the night, the saftey of their room. jean couldn‘t tell if he enjoyed it or not, he never really felt any kind of attraction really. only bone deep fear. burning anger. and whatever the fuck his heart was doing when kevin held him close.

„yeah, i had a boyfriend throughout highschool, sophmore year until the end of summer of our senior year. and then freshman year of college i had this girlfriend who was really controlling and yeah. that‘s it. have you?“, his voice was soft, it reminded jean of the sunlight forming some kind of halo behind jeremy.

„kevin wanted to try it once. riko caught us. that‘s how it began“, jean replied, a shadow crossing over both his and jeremy‘s face. in a moment of weakness, at the beginning, jean told jeremy what they did to him in the nest, after jeremy accidentally touched him from behind.

„do you want to try it again?“, jeremy asked, a small smile on his lips. „with me, that is“, he added, barely audible.

„okay“, jean replied, leaning in.

jean was a couple inches taller than jeremy, and jeremy had to stand on his tiptoes to close the last few inches between them.

it was a soft kiss, a different than the stolen ones from kevin. better. these tasted like sunlight, like warmth, like home.

jean kissed jeremy back. carefully, softly, being scared he would break him, destroy him with his darkness.

„how was it?“, jeremy smiled at him after they were done, exchanging kisses, not stealing them. they were equals, no one would hurt him for wanting this

„i think i‘m only attracted to you“, jean admitted quietly. „but like not sexually. i don‘t like sex. never did. i never thought anyone was sexually attractive, i never wanted this and i still don‘t. i‘m sorry“

„you don‘t have to apologize, jean. that‘s being called asexual, the lack of sexual attraciton that is. and the not wanting sex part? sex repulsed. very valid. i will never be like them, i will never force you to do anyhting you‘re not comfortable with“

„and what if you miss having sex and want it and i can‘t give it to you?“, jean asked, tears burning behind his eyes. „i‘m not worth of your light, your warmth, your love as it is. i‘m broken, i‘m dark, i‘m everything you don‘t deserve. you deserve someone who is fixed and happy and can give you the entire world and go places without a panic attack and and and“

„ssh, jean. it‘s alright. it‘s alright. i want you. no one but you. i really, really like you and i am glad you like me to. you‘re not broken, you‘re not dark. you are wonderful. and no one is fixed, we‘re all a little broken in our own ways. i struggled with an eating disorder. i have adhd. sometimes i feel a little sad without any reason and can‘t get out of bed. sometimes i can‘t sleep and other days i could sleep for days. i don‘t need the entire world, i just need you“

it was this june, about a year after jean arrived in california, that he not only found a person who saw more in him than his scars, but a person who loved him not despite of them but for them

the second pride month

it‘s been a year since jean and jeremy kissed for the first time. a year full of highs and lows, fights and making up, miscommunication and cuddles, sweet kisses and ones tasting of tears. but it was also the year jean figured out that he might not be a boy after all.

„do you ever feel like you‘re not a entirely a boy?“, jean asked softly, threading his fingers through jeremy‘s soft blonde hair.

„dude, i‘m genderfluid, remember? alvarez bursted in our room and threw these in our face so people could refer to me with the right pronouns“

„that‘s why you changed your middle name to sol isn‘t it? because you like the sun and you like your hispanic heritage and it‘s a female name?“

„exactamente mi corazón“

„what are you today?“, jean asked softly, as he did every day.

„they/them, i don‘t feel like a guy or a girl today. just vibing“

„i- i think i‘m not entirely a boy either. like i know i was born as a boy and i‘m okay with that. but i feel like there‘s more to that. i can‘t put it in words but i think i want to try to go by he/ they. what do you call those people who don‘t quite find in the binary? i think i‘m that“

„that‘s nonbinary darling. i‘m proud of you. you‘re doing great“

jean didn‘t know how to repeat to that so he just decided to pull jeremy closer to him.

this pride month jean found a little part of himself, another puzzle piece to the mystery that his own person and it felt like a tiny little step towards a future he never dreamt he would have.

it was also the month he started wearing nail polish, because he loved the look on jeremy‘s face when they did them. occasionally he will wear some eyeliner.

the third pride month

another year passed, this year jean got himself a support dog. to help with the anxiety attacks. to help him heal.

it‘s a dalmatiner, called luna. she was trained to feel when he is uncomfortable and come closer to him, licking his hands, being close, being there

it is also the month he wanted to join jeremy for pride

„what are you today?“

„a girl i think. jeremy or sol are both fine“

„will you draw the flags on my face?“, he asked on the day of the parade.

„are you sure you want to go honey?“, sol asked softy, while she went to the bathroom to get her things.

„would i have asked if it wasn‘t moi amour?“, jean replied. „wait hold on, don‘t answer that“, he laughed looking at jeremy‘s face.

„but i‘m sure. first of all it makes you happy. second of all you missed it the last two years. third of all it will piss kevin off and i love that almost as much as i love. and lastly i have luna, she makes sure i‘m fine and i can always leave when i feel uncomfortable“

„okay, babe. what do you want me to do?“

„i want my flags on my face and maybe you can do my nails“, jean replied, smiling at jeremy as he did ever so often. „cover the tatoo, will you?“, he asked softly, touching the cursed three, counting the days for his cover up appointment in july.

„it‘s soon gone honey. it‘s gonna be alright“, jeremy whispered, feeling the tension in jean‘s shoulders.

„which color do you want your nails? mine are pastel rainbow look! alvarez got me those for my birthday last month! do you want matching nails?“

„whatever you want darling, you can choose“

„neat!“

this year jeremy‘s hair were a soft pink. it was 2 am when he bursted into the room whisper shouting „jean i‘m gay i must do something drastic to my hair. help me?“ and who was jean to question his beautiful date mate.

so jeremy took jean‘s face carefully in his hands, starting to draw jean‘s pride flags (demiromantic, asexual, nonbinary) on his face, hiding his tattoo underneath the black/ white/grey/ purple stripes of the asexual pride flag.

„they have no power over you anymore mi corazón. and if anyone gives you shit i will come for them“, jeremy whisperes against jean‘s lips before softly kissing them. „and now give me your beautiful hands so i can do your nails. i‘m feeling a pastel rainbow“

for the parade jean is wearing one of the shirts jeremy got him. it‘s yellow with a rainbow on it. „so you have a little brightness in your life“, he would tell him when he go it for him. it was before they started dating. it was before jean was able to tell him „but you are the brightest thing in the world and somehow you chose me as your person“, paired with light blue ripped jeans and his yellow fans. they started wearing yellow when they came to california, cutting off black completely, replacing it with colors and brightness.

jeremy on the other hand wore rainbow dungarees with a white shirt and white doc martens. his hair was up in two space buns, little pride flags put into them.

„do you think they get the hint?“, she smiled with a blinding smile.

„you‘re so unbelieveably beautiful sol“, jean replied.

they got luna and went to the parade.

it was scary, yes. but it was also beautiful.

people approaching them, asking for selfies, talking to him.

at first he was a bit anxious, but sol took their hand and luna licked his feet and it was alright. no one was hurting him. no one would punish him. he was surrounded by pride and love and happiness.

at some point he asked a girl with rainbow hair, she reminded him of renee, if she could take a picture of him and jeremy. she said yes, took one of them smiling, one of them kissing, and one of them where jeremy just smiled at his person.

it was the pride month he came out via social media. it was the pride month kevin called at two am, telling him how happy he was for them. that he himself found a boy, fell for him, but is too much a coward to do something about it. it‘s the year where he gets a lot of love, many fans telling him how proud they are of him and at least the same amount of hate. but it was alright. they had jeremy and that was all that truly mattered.

now

year after year they returned to the pride parade, with flags on their faces, or around their shoulders

sometimes neil and andrew or aaron and kevin would join them, sometimes they would go with laila and alvarez and sometimes jean and jeremy would go on their own

after college jean quit exy, jeremy went pro and gave his money to moriyamas, while jean opened his own tattoo studio, wrote songs, wrote crappy poetry and slightly better novels, tried himself as a part time model and fashion designer

they found happiness and home in each other and celebrated their love not only in pride but also every single day of the year

jean and jeremy got more dogs, an apartment of their own with big windows so they could watch the sunrise and sunset together

they have their ups and downs, like every other couple, but that doesn‘t matter. never did. what truly matters is that they keep finding back to each other. that they keep ending up in the same bed, in each others arms.

jean moreau never believed in love, never believed in soulmates and yet he found their soulmate, found the love of his life. and they are happy they stayed, kept fighting, to find this. to make a difference to the world. to be finally free. to be alive, living instead of only existing.

„jean?“, jermey says, fidgeting with his fingers.

„what is it moi soleil?“, jean relies getting lost in these ocean blue eyes.

„do you remember what happened five years ago?“, jeremy asks, his eyes looking anywhere but jean.

„we kissed for the first time?“, jean answers, panic slowly crawling through his veins.

„exactly so i thought we could celebrate this at the beach. you know, where our first date was?“, jeremy says nervously.

„honey are you alrighgt?“, jean is getting more and more worried, jeremy has never been that nervous.

„sure, come on mi corazón“

so jean slowly gets up and carefully puts on his shoes. something is weird here, something is wrong

jeremy seems off the entire ride to the beach they had their first date at.

when they arrive jean takes jeremy‘s hand, noticing that they are shaking ever so slightly. it is something like a nervous tick of them.

jean and jeremy arrive at the beach in time to watch the sun setting, making place for her lover the moon.

jean looks over to jeremy, when they suddenly get up and start pacing.

„jer, you‘re scaring me. please tell me what‘s going on up there“, jean says touching his head lightly.

„okay. i can do this“, jeremy mumbles as he gets down on his knee. „jean moreau, you are the love of my life. the light of my existence. ever since i saw you for the first time i knew i liked you, more than i was supposed to. i never dared to hope you would ever like me, or love me for that matter, but somehow you did. somehow you didn‘t turn away when i told you i‘m demi or pan or genderfluid. you stayed. you supported me. you love me. and i want to spend the rest of my life with you, so do me the favour and in the name of god, should they exist, do me the favour and marry me“

jean feels tears running his cheeks. „of course i will marry you, you loser“, he laughs, as he pulls jeremy down to him and connects their lips together. and it feels like their first kiss. it always does. and they would do that for the rest of their lives.

[officialleehadan]

Beneath Bahamian Waters

Eione couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of water all around her, cradling her as she swam. It had been a hot day, and it had been hard to stay in the boat. The sun had beaten down, especially when she so badly wanted to feel the sea on her skin.

She barely fluttered her tail to move through the water. There was no reason to hurry. Eione rarely hunted around Anita’s house and she knew where the shellfish would be.

The reef here was bright with coral.

Everywhere she looked there were schools of fish, and on another day she might have stopped to chase them.

They were too small and had too many bones to be worth the trouble of hunting, but it was fun to catch them. When she held them cupped in her hands, they would flutter like butterflies until she let them go again.

Not today, though. Today she had dinner to find and the promise of Anita’s chowder was enough to keep her from getting distracted. Anita had bribed many people with that chowder over the years. Eione was one of them.

“Eione?”

Unlike Eione, Calliope’s scales shimmered delicate pink and yellow with blazing red that flowed down from her hips to form her fins. She was showy and she knew it. Eione teased her about it from time to time.

“I heard you saved another human,” she commented, bright blonde hair fluttering around her face and down her back. “How did that one go?”

“I did,” Eione said, one eye out for the lobsters Anita had requested. “A diver who got lost in the caves.”

Calliope rolled her eyes playfully and twisted in the water to rest on her back.

“They’re always going into deep water and forgetting they’re not made for it,” she mused. “Was he cute? The last two weren’t, but you never know.”

Eione glared at her and batted at Calliope with her tail.

“Why does it matter?” she grumbled. She did not want to admit that yes, her newest rescue was very handsome. Calliope would never let her hear the end of it. “He was past half to dead when I found him.”

“It matters,” the blonde mermaid said cheerfully and flared her tail out to duck Eione’s swipe. “Especially if you had to kiss him. Did you have to kiss him?”

“Yes, Calliope. I kissed him. He would have drowned otherwise.”

“Ooh! Then it really matters. Come on, cousin. I can tell when you’re hiding something from me.”

“You don’t always notice when a grouper swims past your nose. You can’t fool me. What are you doing on this side of the island anyway? I usually have to come over to the west side if I want to see you.”

Calliope idly flipped her tail to keep up with Eione. “Jeremy wanted to visit Thomas. I rode in with him,” she explained.

“Just decided to come visit?” Eione asked absently as she ducked around another reef, briefly ignoring her cousin to prod under the coral shelf until a lobster darted out. She grabbed it, careful of the spines, and measured it with the little ruler she kept in her belt before she added it to her bag. “Why? You hate this side of the island.”

“I needed to talk to you, too,” Calliope answered. She was serious for a moment and Eione paid more attention to her. It was rare for Calliope to be serious about anything. “The shoal went south today. They’ve headed out with the ship that left yesterday.”

The cruise lines were highways for mermaids. The immense ships were easy to hold on to and it was far less effort to catch a ride with a ship than it was to make the long trip to California on their own power. Under the cover of the hull of a cruise ship, a whole shoal of mermaids could sneak through the Panama Canal and into the safer waters of the Pacific for the summer.

“You decided not to go this year?” Eione asked, surprised.

There were a handful of mermaids who stayed during storm season, but Calliope usually went with the rest. Eione was bemused when the older mermaid blushed and looked away.

“Jeremy asked me to stay,” she admitted shyly.

“I’m not surprised he did. I’m happy for you; I know how you feel about him.”

Calliope shifted uncomfortably, fins drifting in the clear water. “He wants me to stay with him when a storm comes in,” she blurted out. “And I need you to teach me to walk. I don’t want him to be carrying me around whenever we’re on land.”

That actually did startle Eione, but she nodded. She had forgotten that of the shoal, only she was on land often enough to be comfortable on legs.

Even though Calliope had been in love with Jeremy for almost two years, she spent hardly any time out of water, and then only in a boat or on the beach where she didn’t need to walk. That she wanted to learn now was telling.

“Of course I’ll teach you.”

HGE - Riptide

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Breathe.

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