#*wheeze* ok bye sorry--

[sparklingpax]

So anyway, I voted C

(edit cause I forgot to add, here's the post)

[sm-baby]

OFF-LIMITS

freakshow AU by @hootbon

Context || The Chosen one (Part 1(??))

PRETEND MARRIAGE FIC LETS GO!! Off-limits is a non-canon sort of continuation for The Chosen One!! Also Just putting it here: Showtime is not canon in freakshow AU!! I'm just.. being indulgent-👉👈

Word count: 7750

The pacing is a little off but I'll let you be the judge...OK ENJOY BYE HUGS AND KISSES!! NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN!! also if Hoot's reading this I'm so sorry.

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There were many benefits to being the ringleader's favourite.

One of them is being proposed to, apparently.

She didn't think her body still had the capability to choke, but apparently it was all too possible. She gagged, punching her fist to her chest on the flavourly assault on her throat, hacking wheezing as the grip on the tea table tightened. 

Pomni winced, eyes twitching and swallowing before sitting back down with a not-so-casual tone in her voice. She faked a laugh “Haha… what-”

“ I'm marrying you."

The man sat on the opposite side of the tea table, classy, with full manners. the way his hands were politely on the table, proper yet focused… Caine so specifically wanted the meeting in Pomni’s room... She was perfect for the setting. A doll playing tea party. Classic. Simple. 

“ A-And what does-”

“ It means my brother can no longer claim ownership over you." 

Pomni inhaled and stirred the tea in her hands. She fawned a fake sympathy towards his perspective humming along as if she understood his reasonings…but she choked, this time mentally. 

Were they seriously still on that dumb brother’s quarrel? Ownership? She didn't think Able would want to do anything with her after their last meeting but it seems the tension she's been feeling between the both of them has been growing… Caine’s brother has been nicer to her lately, she assumes, still in the effort for him to be in her good graces… but she didn't think it would really lead to anything, nor would she let it. 

“... Ha." Was all that left her. Pomni doesn't often know what to say in tense situations. She lost herself in her thoughts, cupping her tea in both hands, nervous and tense. Of course, she definitely doesn't want to do this. She was more so thinking about a way to decline him rather than a yes or a no.

Uhh… hmm..

“ You would still be performing, but this also means you get to sleep in the old manor. Or so I think that's what husbands do… unless my sources are wrong which—“

Pomni could spit out her entire drink! That changes everything! “ YES-" she slammed her hands on the table.

Caine wasn't startled, but rather, just looked at her, raising a brow at the rude interruption. he'd look down, seeing that pomni just spilled tea over herself and the table… what manners. 

“ Uhh-... Yes- that- that is what husbands do, yes… “ she sat back down, her voice awkwardly lowering to a timid whimper. 

The gentleman barely looked at her, rather levitated a napkin to wipe the table. It was a cruel silence, almost like he dared her to explain such rude behavior. 

Pomni cleared her throat “ sorry, I-I would uh… love to be married- to-- You… ?” Is that how one says yes to a proposal? 

“ Ha. It humours me how you think you have a choice in the matter. “ Caine snapped his fingers, and the napkin disappeared. If he were to be perfectly honest, he saw no qualms in letting Pomni live in the manor. He would relish in the thought of her walking past his brother knowing she was officially unattainable. A sort of trophy of sorts. A taunt mayhaps. A jest. A silly funny mockery.

Meanwhile Pomni’s brain was completely somewhere else… 

To have access to the circus on the regular while having more time in the manor… no more stupid games necessary, no more-- having to kiss up and hold the balance towards both brothers! This was a win! Of course this isn't a ticket out of the circus, but she's going somewhere, and it's refreshing compared to the circles she's been running for the past few months. 

Pomni looked up to see Caine, sitting across her, this time with a hand extended to shake. 

As soon as she shook his hand, a ring formed around her finger, from thin air, seemingly out of nowhere.

“To show that you're reserved." 

Pomni looked at her finger, and-- honestly the way he said that made her skin crawl. Caine always saw Pomni and the others as lesser than him. And the way he proposed was no different from a person booking a seat at a restaurant. 

The deal was struck and Caine wasted no time to get up and leave the room. A small good bye greeting, closing the door behind him, but otherwise his business there was done.

Pomni was still sitting on the tea table, thinking to herself, staring at the ring on her finger. It was like it was part of her body. She would try to pull it off but to no avail, no budging or anything. 

She grit her teeth… great.

The two went their own separate ways thinking nothing and everything about the transaction… though it must have been quite the sight to see Caine leave the room, and have Pomni follow a few moments later, now with a ring on her finger.

“ No f@#$ing way.” Jax thought, seeing the sight.

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it was certainly a Caine wedding.

The ceremony itself? she could barely remember any of it. Rather, small clouds of memories that were important.

The way she walked down the aisle so stiffly, like a gun was pointed at her head. The way Caine placed a ring on her finger, Kaufmo’s death gurgles as he officiated their wedding…

There were small comforts. She didn't actually think of it as anything special— more just a necessity rather than an actual wedding, but some of her friends tried to make it special for her. Ragatha was sitting front row in support not for the union but for Pomni herself– Kinger hallucinating, holding her hand in a father daughter dance. And Gangle making the the effort of getting her a wedding gift– or what she could give anyway…which was a drawing of her in her wedding dress.

Caine wasn't even present in the after party. He just placed the setting and left the guests to their own devices. That was honestly a relief for Pomni for a short while, to be able to hang out with the closest things she had to “friends”. She had the lone memory of Ragatha and Kinger giving her a drink, and asking her how she was doing.

They've both been well aware of her motives by now. Exit, exit, exit. At this point they were convinced that was her form of insanity. But they supposed that little bit of hope was keeping her going.

Kinger turned Ragatha then back to Pomni. “ We hope you know what you're doing.”

“ I never said I did…” the bride said, her pitch getting timidly higher. “ But– it's a direction! I don't have a lot of expectations either, but…hey, I think I'd regret it if I didn't take the chance. ” She looked back up at them, embarrassed at her short rambling. “ Oh! I hope– you two are holding up relatively okay tonight?”

Ragatha chortled.

Kinger answered “ We haven't been okay for years, Pomni.”

“ Y-Yeah…I… I should have seen that coming, yeah…”

Suddenly, a slow song came on the reception. 

Most of them weren't fond at the idea of a slow dance at first, but a tap from Ragatha to a ribbony friend (and a sister begging the other) later, people were on the dancefloor.

Ragatha danced with Gangle, then exchanging partners from her to Kinger. The Gangle AI found it funny to force Kaufmo and his rabbit friend in a dance. The night was going off with a hitch.

Ragatha swayed back to exchange partners from Kinger to Gangle, and the magician was off on his lonesome again. He took no offence to this, but standing in the middle of the dancefloor on his own, to a song that used to be considered romantic, he couldn't help but freeze.

He stared at one of the guests in the distance, the one who decided to sit out the activity. The one in the dark staring daggers at him as they dawned the very torso that used to bring him warmth.

Maybe…

… If she was still in there…

He could ask if—

Before Kinger could take one step further, a hand took his own, the hand of a very worried bride clearing her throat and walking him back into the dancefloor. “ Kinger, this sounds like a good song!” Pomni laughed nervously, heels clacking as she pulled him gently but insistently.

Kinger blinked, and turned to her. “...Oh! Yeah! It is!” And just like that, the old man was brought back to the dance floor.

It was almost like the poor were invited to their first celebration. Some were laughing, and there were definitely moments of teasing and natural play, but at the end of the day they knew they would be hungry again. It was an inevitability. Some chose to spend it to the fullest, some chose to wallow, some chose to make the best out of it.

Pomni struggled to keep up with the magician’s stature, but they figured it out after their earlier father daughter dance. She would be pleased to see that He was almost experienced with the way he moved.

Her dance partner wasn't all that mentally present, but she could see that he was calm. The way he listened to the music and closed his eyes was disassociated. But it was a look of contentment. 

His grip was so sure yet gentle around Pomni. Holding her like it was the last dance he would ever have with someone. 

She could only imagine what he was picturing in that brain of his. She dared not interrupt.

“ I've danced with someone before... I think.” 

Pomni looked up at him. “ What do you mean?”

“ I don't know who that person was, but I remember feeling very nice when I was with her.”

Pomni sucked air through her teeth. She's heard… read… stories from Ragatha. Although it wasn't the most in detail, she figured out the jist just from hush-hush language she used.

She had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on. But it wasn't her business to correct him.

“ She must have been a great person.” Pomni said.

For the first time Kinger didn't feel like wood. His eyes relaxed just from that simple validation, a moment of blissful unawareness of where he was or who he was. Love spread from his heart, to his chest, to his finger tips, to the… little…friend? Yes, friend… that he was dancing with.

Pomni was well aware that she wasn't the person he was seeing at that moment. He had no thoughts, but the feeling of a powerful comfort took over him, he didn't care to take back anything else. Not his memories, not his sanity, not his mind. Like holding the hand that he once kissed. Spinning her, laughing with her, holding her close when the clock struck a romantic midnight. 

He could feel a tear escape his eye.

“What about you, Pomni?” Kinger opened his eyes and suddenly realised that his hands were holding at nothing. Not a person, not anything. Kinger blinked and looked around, that blissful feeling suddenly becoming fleeting. 

He was by himself on the dancefloor again

“... Pomni?”

Pomni would catch herself tripping forward. What was once the tiles that was the dance floor was now wooden, and unfamiliar. “Wh- wha- where…?” 

In the blink of an eye Pomni was somewhere else. For a moment she was confused before turning around and seeing her new found husband, back turned to her, sitting, looking down from the balcony they were at.

“ Awfully rude of you to dance with someone more than your own husband.” He didn't even bother to turn to her. He was still looking down, hands on his would-be chin, sitting on a long chair made of cushion and fine wood.

“ I-I was just dancing with—”

Pomni was cut off by Caine slowly patting a space on the seat beside him. The cushion, comfortable, yet sturdy. Pomni gulped before approaching.

When she joined him she could see the view from above…it was an indoor balcony built for the rich to watch the poor. 

From up high, Pomni could see the other performers, and quickly she scanned the dance floor to see Kinger, shaken, looking around and interrupting Ragatha’s dance in worry for where she went.

Pomni bit her lip and sunk down. Guilt over took her. She stood on her tiptoes, hands on the wooden railing and waved to be seen, to let them know that at least she's safe, and praying that they understood that she didn't leave them but-

Caine’s hand grabbed her arm. “ No, no. Let them figure it out.”

She froze from his touch. Caine guided her hand to make her sit down and she sunk in the seat right beside him. She looked down to read the others distress and felt immense relief when she made brief eye contact with Ragatha which then the assistant turned back to kinger, calming him down without making it obvious she's seen them.

Pomni sighed.

On her way to lean back on the chair, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, then pulling her to her side.

She stared at it for a moment, the arm. her body stiffened at the all too familiar touch, before looking forward, sweating, in denial at the situation.

Caine crossed his legs, an ankle on the other knee, still looking on at the view in front of them. His posture was far from hers. Swaying his crossed legs, relaxed, and confident. for a moment he looked at her and back down at the party. 

Amazing reception as always, Caine. You've really outdone yourself with this one.

They stayed there in silence for a couple of moments. Caine was all too comfortable and Pomni had nothing to say to him. The groom would say that his bride looked beautiful that night, but in the most objectifying way possible. She was an accessory. She always was. Nothing different from a beautiful pearl necklace. 

Maybe it was the way he was gripping her, but Pomni couldn't breathe with all the tension in the air. She let out a shaky breath, a face comparable to a cat hypervigilant towards a cucumber. Sometimes she forgets how affectionate Caine can get with her physically, and every time she just accepts it. Not like she can do anything about it really.

“ Wine, boss!” A servant walked into the balcony area. A voice so signature, and unmistakable Pomni didn't need to turn around. Caine and his bubble were inseparable except for the moments when they weren't. If she hadn't known any better she—

Pomni came back to reality.

…Wine?

“ Thank you, Bubble.”

Pop!

Caine didn't even have to lift a finger, the wine bottle was already levitating towards him as well as a wine glass, ready to pour.

“ Wine???” Pomni flinched, turning her whole body towards the bottle.

Caine blinked. “ Oh! How could I forget, you've never had this…” He thought to himself. 

He would never let the circus members have wine for multiple reasons. The poor PG rating would go down if their mouths were without filter. And also he didn't need to have a bunch of wild animals run a muc and destroy the circus tent. But right then, he duplicated the wine glasses into two, pouring one for himself and for his bride. 

“ Consider it a reward for being so attentive today.” 

Pomni got her glass, and held it in both hands. God damn. She hasn't had alcohol in so long.

It was as plastic as expected but wine wasn't there for the texture. She was just about ready to drink the night away. Pomni tried to play it with manners but admittedly took longer sips than what she could usually handle.

They both continued the night in silence

and Pomni waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And… 

Motherfucker, this isn't doing anything to her!

The visible frustration was clear and Caine couldn't help but let out quiet snickering.

“ Huh—!?”

Caine snickered again, barely audible, but less is more. Pomni couldn't help but feel embarrassed. There he is again! Playing with her like always! “ You didn't actually think I would let it affect you, did you?”

“ No—! I… I didn't even think that you could--! I..!” The woman gripped the wine glass. “ ugh! ”Had it been for the fact that she had to watch herself around Caine, it would have been in pieces by now!

Caine would continue to laugh, not seeing any of the woman’s frustration as a threat. It would take a great deal to scare Caine. One could take a knife to his throat and he wouldn't take it seriously. Pomni wasn't even sure if fear was programmed in his AI.

But Pomni stared at the floor, eyes scribbled, forcing herself into disassociation to stop herself from doing something she’ll regret, and suppressing any more anger.

She hated him. She hated where she was. She hated so much of this. She had a long fucking day and she really didn't need this. She couldn't cry, she couldn't scream. She felt the strongest urge to have a tantrum in her room but that wasn't possible! She just can't win in this shit hole!

Ugh! God DAMN IT!

So much screaming went through her head, but it was nothing but silence on the outside. She was just about ready to be completely immobile for the night. Mentally skip pass the rest of the day, she could just explode and she would be okay with it.

Caine rolled his eyes and took a sip from his glass, but Pomni’s overall energy was too loud to ignore. He sighed. 

The groom lifted her head up by poking a finger on her forehead, and forcing her to look up at him. “ As much as how beautiful you are pouting, it's really ruining my night.”

Silence.

“ Pomni, do you want to be intoxicated?”

Silence again.

…Caine patted her face.

“ Huh? What? Where am I?”

“ I'm noticing your desire to be intoxicated. Do you want to be drunk?”

Pomni squinted her eyes and furrowed her brows, looking at him in question. Suspicious. “ What's in it for—”

“ I will give you the ability to be intoxicated if you stop seething. I will not have this attitude on my wedding night.” Caine said, grumbling, taking another sip at his glass. “ So I ask you one last time, would you like to be-”

“ YES!” pomni cried!

Caine squinted his eyes at that reply, once again unamused by Pomni’s rude interruption. But this time she wasn't apologetic at all, rather grabbing at his collar desperately.

she continued. “ God, yes, please—” 

Oh he really shouldn't be rewarding this behaviour. 

And just like that, Pomni's glass was filled once again. It didn't take her long to start sipping but their mini deal came with boundaries:

(1)She is to take her time and behave while drinking.

(2)Caine has the ability to make her sober again at the snap of a finger.

(3) She may only have one glass of wine.

That was it. Truth be told, I didn't care for anything else. If she gets aggressive he could easily subdue her. If she hurt herself, as long as her dress wasn't ruined he was fine.

At first it felt like nothing. Pomni was just calm, her speech becoming slightly slurred, but otherwise it was just Pomni. She looked light weight and she was light weight. 

Ah, that's more like it. Quiet. 

He wrapped his arm around her again, and this time Pomni just accepted her fate. She leaned into his touch, thinking of him as nowhere different from a pillow.

Pomni’s vision could go blurry with how little attention she was paying at that moment. But she couldn't help but wonder. The blinding lights, the food, nice decor… and asked: “ Why all the effort?”

“ I don't say no to a celebration to my name! and yours I guess.” Caine mumbled that last part in the middle of a sip.  ���… and if my brother asks one of you, you have the right to say that our wedding was official.”

“ God, you two are such brothers….” Pomni muttered under her breath.

“ Only by code.”

The bride put a palm on her face, muffling her words. “ No… the fighting. The quaralling, the one upping…  you act like little boys.”

“ …Excuse me?”

“ I didn't even think marriage can be official in the digital realm… you make the rules. Might as well make wedding certificates and it would be just as official.” Pomni chuckled. “ But you married me cuz you wanted to make your brother jealous.”

… He didn't have the energy to reply to such an immature, untrue, false, made up, retort. He just rolled his eyes. He had too much self respect to entertain such false assumptions. “ Ugh…” his face grew in disgust. Pomni without filter is worse that he thought. At this point he'd prefer if she got aggressive instead.

Time passed. Pomni wasn't very pretty when she was drunk. She'd have the ugliest laugh, and the crudest things to giggle at, though, the last one was a little amusing. But Caine was just waiting for til the moment the glass was empty so he could— pop! Snap her back to soberity. 

But something intrigued him.

She started talking about his brother.

Her filter became less and less. And Caine perked up when she did. She talked badly about Able’s taste in music and art, how annoying it was whenever he visited the circus, how much she despised his very existence…

…Caine filled her glass again.

“ —a-and that nagging voice! ‘That sounds wonderful, sweetie!’ ‘ Oh, Pomni, you're so smart!’ God!”

Caine chuckled, and started leaning closer towards Pomni to hear her better.

Pomni continued,“ Oh he's so pretentious! And so-- so—”

“ Condescending?”

“ Yes! C-Condescending, patronizing, I— what am I? Nine??!”

Caine laughed! Oh hearing slander about his brother was music to his ears! And to hear it from someone to passionately-- he can't get enough! This was making his night!

“ S-say… was my glass always so full?” Pomni turned to her wine glass. She could have sworn she's been drinking for an hour at this point… she doesn't remember refilling it!

“ Hm? Oh, no no, digital hellucinations, my dear. Do carry on with what you were saying.” Caine pushed her wine glass closer to her chest, not bringing much attention to it.

“ Oh. Right. As I was saying…”

Oh Caine was having the time of his life. Smug chuckling left his teeth, absolutely enraptured by Pomni’s unfiltered bad mouthing. Shes been putting into words feelings he held for far too long. Ahh, he could stay there for hours.

“ I mean— at least you don't even-- try to hide that you don't like me. You don't act like friends with any of us.”

Caine could feel himself blush, playfully swiping his wrist at her. “ Oh you're too much.”  She was praising him now? Why, Christmas came early! How can he not enable this behaviour? “ Keep going.”

The trauma bonding would further on, but at some point Pomni tuckered herself out. The alcohol was getting her, she's been talking long enough, she's been full of hate enough today. Pomni leaned her head back on the chair to doze off, before Caine shook her awake. 

“ Hey!” He grabbed her face, mushing both her cheeks. “ Awaken! Tonight hasn't ended yet. We have yet to full-fill the husband/wife quota.”

“ Mmm…you're already my husband, remember? Kaufmo said so at the..the..” Pomni yawned. “Wedding.. ceremony…”

Caine groaned!

Snap!

“ Oh- damn it!”

And just like that all alcohol was erased from Pomni’s system. He also fully woke her up. Pomni can never truly escape that day. She groaned into her hands as she felt energy return to her body.

“ Come, come.” Caine got up and fixed his suit. “ Let's at least greet the guests off. Then you'll sleep at the manor.”

“ On my way…” 

Alcohol truly was a temporary darling. Just when she felt her sorrows were drowned away, she came back into reality— at an even worse state.

The two teleported back downstairs to end the party. Caine announced it's end and Pomni was saying goodbye to her friends. She greeted Kinger goodnight, waved Ragatha goodbye while she was busy with (one of) the twins. Jax’s goodbye was nothing but mockery, gesturing to her like she's some little princess in her wedding dress, which Pomni froze in embarrassment. Zooble wasn't even there when she came downstairs…for the better maybe. They always made her skin crawl.

The guests were away and the two were alone once again. At the snap of a finger, Caine fixed the entire reception. Any mess, streamers, decoration, gone, as if there never was a party to begin with.

Caine fixed his coat and arranged his gloves, dusting off all the mess that came with being in the vicinity of the others. Meanwhile, Pomni was thinking to herself— something she never thought to question…

“ Hey, Caine…” she looked up at him. “ When you said ‘sleep at the manor’, what —”

And swoop! Next think she knew he swept her off her feet in the traditional bridal style position, and before she could react—snap! They were teleported somewhere else! A bedroom that was nowhere like the others.

“UH—” Before she could say anything, Caine put his arms out straight and dumped her on to the bed. Man. What a romantic guy.

Oof Pomni frowned when she was dropped head-first, so carelessly and aggressively on the cushions… she groaned in misery— before remembering where she was.

She quickly got her head up and looked around! She was wrong! This place was familiar!

“ Huh!?”

“ My bedroom.” Caine said so passively. “ Well technically now it's yours as well, but. It's mine.” It looked like his mind was occupied with something else, he was staring forward but he was not at the present moment. She knew that look, he was searching something in his database.

“ When was this??” 

“ Since I told my brother you were moving in.”

“ Why??”

“ I'm ignoring you if you keep asking questions.’

Pomni looked around… this was like the guest room they made for the performers but grander. The bed was even a little higher— God forbid she falls off in her sleep. 

Caine fits right in the room’s aesthetic, Pomni was completely out of place. The room’s palette was red and black, with linings of gold here and there… Caine really hadn't bothered to make it accommodating for her. She just sat there in silence awkwardly like she was just invited to a friend’s house.

Man…can she even sleep in this? She looked down on the sheets: they were red, The pillows as well. the wood was furnished black and if she looked up, she'd see a chandelier at the ceiling. 

She shivered… Her old bedroom was weird, but she's spent just enough time in it to grow comfortable. at least she fit in its overall aesthetic. But she doesn't think she could say the same for this one. This whole room screamed Caine.

“ Ah. Here it is. ‘How newlyweds spend their wedding night’.” Caine said, and continued to look forward. 

“ What…N...No. Caine, don't read that.” Caine really…really…did n o t need to know about human customs. She's going to die from how awkward this was about to be..

The AI muttered what he was reading, “ ‘ Spend time together, Newlyweds often feel drained after a day of celebration …’ skip.”

“ Caine.” Pomni winced. “ Caine, did you not do research beforehand-”

“ ‘ When both couples lay in bed together it's important to have both parties feel safe in each other's presence—’ ickk.. skip. Are there any alternatives?”

“ Caine, I'm going to throw up.”

“ ‘According to a new survey with over 350 recently-married couples, nearly 40 percent of newlyweds had—’...” 

Caine squinted in disgust. 

“ I'm not reading that.”

Pomni at this point just gave up and put her head on the pillow.

“ Seeing as none of this is applicable to us, let's just skip this step of the consummation. As much as it pains me not to properly follow the process. I'll just leave you here and you can sit out the night. Good?”

“ I-”

“ Wonderful.” Caine snapped his fingers and the two were back in their usual outfits. He was back in his ringmaster clothes and Pomni was in her sleeping wear. And by sleeping wear, it means her usual tutu. Because she does not have sleeping wear.

Caine fixed himself up and pulled a blanket up on Pomni’s body. That's good enough. Husband's say goodnight to their wives if he was correct? 

Caine scanned his database again. 

Yeah, he was correct. 

“ Goodnight, dear.”

“ Ahh…” This was weird. “ G-Good.. Goodnight.”

And just like that, Pomni was off to sleep. Meanwhile, Caine teleported out of his room into another place at the Manor. He dusted his hands off and was already somewhere else mentally. he had other matters to attend to, another show to organize. He's spoiled himself enough with a night celebrating his name, now it was back to work. How Caine liked to work.

Morning followed and Pomni was snapped awake with a booming greeting “ Good morning, dear.”

Pomni screamed.

Her heart would beat out of her chest from the surprise-- forcing her up from her fight or flight

She flinched away at the sight of Caine's face inches away from hers. They sat there in silence for a moment… Pomni gulped, before looking pass him and seeing where she was then remembering the night before. 

“Wh…” the red bed, the chandelier… “Oh.” Pomni look at her hand, the left, and saw the ring that stubbornly stuck to her finger. but before she could say anything more, the blanket was thrown off of her, a snap, and the next thing she knew she was sat on the vanity table.

Oh god-- everything was going so fast… Caine snapped his fingers again and her grooming mannequins teleported in. “ I'll leave you here to get ready. I must awaken everyone else for role call. There should be a door to the circus down the hall! Be there.”

Pomni forced a smile and two thumbs ups, then, Caine was off.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't considered how little privacy she had now that her and Caine shared the same bedroom. Will he be doing this every morning? God, not only is it an incredibly inconvenient start of her day, it's also like having the world's most dangerous alarm clock.

Pomni put a hand through her face and grumbled, keeping herself awake— less so in the physical sense more in the emotional motivation sense. And before she knew it, the mannequins brushed her hair and did their work.

The next few days were something she had to get used to. Every morning Pomni would be greeted by a routine wake up, and every night she would be dumped back into bed, greeted goodnight, and Caine immediately leaving a second later. “Goodmorning, dear.”, “goodnight, dear.” again and again. Caine really was committed to the husband role-- though it wasn't far for AI to follow certain routines and patterns after acquiring a new set of data.

Oh how could she forget: 

Able spent more time in the Manor than Caine did. She would often see him around the house minding his own business, doing his own half of work. He never tried to make small talk anymore which was a stark contrast to his overly friendly persona towards her before she got married. The sounds of violins would go quiet when she walked in the room. It was as if he could just walk pass her with how invisible she was to him. He didn't have lips but she felt that if he did, it would turn into a scowl.

Once, she remembered walking pass him in the hallway, that time she tried to start conversation and—

“ Able?”

“ Don't talk to me.” With out even turning around, his heels were already clacking away, posture more spiteful than his usual.

It was odd but Pomni rolled her eyes.

Good riddance.

During her stay though she never stopped looking for an exit. Being in the brothers’ home was a system all in itself. Ever since she moved in, Caine apparently was there more often. This made it hard to navigate but memorizing both the brother’s schedules didn't take long. Being ai they were very systematic, consistent, as long as there were no human interruption nothing was stopping them from following the same routine.

To be in close vascity between Caine and Able meant no privacy. Pomni snuck around to investigate, less she’d be caught and teleported back. She's tried most of everything, but the brothers’ Manor was bigger and more…liminal, than she thought. 

For every one hallway it felt like there were 50 more. Door after door, an endless maze of nothing but unfinished projects and code. The Manor was a testing facility… a place where the brothers tested out code and concepts before applying them at the circus… there has to be something.

At some points she was so deep into it she didn't think either of the brother's could hear her. She didn't know if anyone could hear her. She could scream or laugh as much as her manic mind can get, and no one could. It was comforting in a way to finally be left alone, but dread came with it.

The dread or never making it back home. The dread of never leaving this torturous realm. 

Things started to get blurry.

The wallpaper was repeating. Doors, every single one looked the same. She didn't know if one door was the other. She turned back and— did the lay out change?? The wallpaper was all so fancy and clean but headachingly repetative. The world was spinning. Her head had a pulse. Her heart was wriggling in her chest. It felt like someone reached inside her back and pulled her spine out.

She opened a door, 

And another

And another

And another.

Random generations, code and miscalculations, projects abandoned and left to dust, circus acts left to die. To die. To die. To die. She envied it. She envied the ability to die.

She got so dizzy. So frustrated, but there was nothing to break, nothing to focus on. she was on autopilot. With how she's been opening doors for the past few hours, she didn't even care to find an exit anymore. Simply open doors. Wander around. If you find an exit on the way, congratulations. But otherwise, there was nothing anymore.

One hallway had a mirror and all she could do was stare with broken eyes. What she saw, she couldn't care less about anymore…who was that she was looking at? Where was she? Who was she? How did she get here? What was her name again?

She kept staring and her eyes wandered to her hands. Amongst all the dissociation was a pit of anger in her throat. She looked at her finger. The ring. And all she saw was the very thing keeping her trapped there. The cruelest person— the cruelest thing, in the world.

Pomni started to pull at the ring.

She hated him. She hated him so much. She hated how much he toyed with her. She didn't understand how such fucked up things could even happen to a block of code, she didn't know what peice of shit of a person would ever create him. If god can be proven then the devil can be too. And he was living proof of that. The entire circus was proof of that.

Pomni grunted a tearful cry, desperately aching for the ring to come off, but it wouldn't budge. If there was pain, she couldn't feel it. She would bleed if it meant having to take it off. Pain was the last thing on her mind at that moment, just the desperate need for something, anything to go her way. Out of anything in this god forsaken realm, she wanted freedom from something, living breathing proof that there was hope in leaving, that she had a semblance of control in this hell.

“ God DAMN IT!!” The pain on her fingers were apparent, yet she hasn't processed any bit of it. “ I hate you! ” She sucked air to her teeth as tears formed in her eyes. She saw no use in keeping anything in anymore. 

Tears streamed down her face with no means of stopping. Pomni, with bruises and scratches on her ring finger, collapsed with her knees on the floor, bent down, letting her tears be absorbed by the carpet. Her whimpering, cries, tears she hadn't let out in ages. She soon let her forehead touch the floor, complete and utter loss of hope and motivation. 

And for a few moments she just sat there… adjusting by sitting on the floor, leaning her back on the wall, tears streamed empty emotions. Crying didn't help. Running didn't help. Screaming didn't help. And so she sat there. Like a puppet left to sit until their next performance.

That's all she was. And that's all she'll ever be.

Was she any different in the real world? She didn't care anymore.

Pomni let out her last hiccups. The floor wasn't comfortable at all…The doll stood up, body heavy. Her steps towards any door were heavy and unmotivated. The only sound echoing through the halls were the sound of her muffle heels, clacking above the carpet.

She could use some sleep. 

After a long day of organising and work, Caine reached into his coat for his pocket watch. It was about time where the performers would be off to bed, and he didn't need to tell them that. This is one of the rare times of the day where he leaves them to their own. He, however, doesn't need sleep. Caine AI knows no tire. He turned his heel, ready to do more work before remembering— ah. His wife. That part of the daily routine. 

See, for the past few days he's been having the formula to wake Pomni up in the morning, and putting her to bed at night, leaving seconds after. Always with his “goodnight, dear” and “good morning, dear”s that one. That's right. He was officially given the trait husband, and-- he's heard that that's what husband's do. And so he Incorporated it in his system.

Of course, even after their wedding night he never put in the effort to even think about laying in the same bed with her. First of all, he has no use for sleep. Second of all, that would be a complete waste of time and resources—He can do work simply standing up and staring into oblivion, but there is only so much he can do. Third of all, it was terribly boring. Fourth of all, he can touch Pomni but laying in the same bed for a prolonged period of time-- no amount of snaps would rid him of all her filth. And fifth—

The list can go on and on, and yet… something ached him to his core. It's been bothering him since the wedding night actually. The very act of not spending the night with her as husband and wife, that skipped a step in the process. And that bothered him more than any boundary he has up. It was part of a system, and he didn't officialize it because he wasn't feeling it that day? Caine AI, were you coded in a barn? Frankly, he was disappointed in himself for letting his ego— perfectionism get the better of him. Was he even truly husband without that final step? He felt like a fraud.

That whole thought process took place in the matter of .0001 seconds. And he was off. 

He teleported to The Manor on his way to atleast clean up the bedroom first. But just when he made his way up the stairs, he turned, noticing the clearly dishevelled and previously distressed looking Pomni coming out of one of the hallways.

He squinted and scanned her. 

Dirty clothes, eye bags, wet and sore eyes, sniffling, head low… 

Oh. She had been crying. 

He rolled his eyes. As long as she wasn't doing it on stage he didn't care. And frankly he didn't want to deal with it.

He cleared his throat to let her know that he was present, in a way, also telling her to gather herself.

“ Oh…” But Pomni didn't budge. She wasn't as disassociated as earlier but still had little energy to be scared at that moment. “ Hey, Caine. I’ll get upstairs soon, I just need a minute to—”

He didn't have time for this. 

Snap!

The usual routine continued. He teleported her to their room, dumped her to bed and sent Pomni face down on the cushion. She doesn't think she would ever get used to that. She put her head up groggily, still too tired to even really complain, before crawling to her usual side of the bed, the right side. She let out a few sniffles of misery. But before she could tuck herself in, she realised that Caine hadn't greeted her goodnight. Or— hasn't even teleported away yet, actually…

She turned to Caine in the bedroom and would notice that he was looking at himself in the mirror. He was snapping his fingers, switching through different kinds of sleeping wear— what??

She squinted in confusion. Caine usually wouldn't stick around for any longer than a few seconds. 

“ Wh…what are you doing…” Pomni said, voice clearly still sore for all her time crying.

Caine finally found pajamas that fit him and fixed himself in the mirror. “ I'm spending my time here tonight.” 

“ …Why…?”

“ It doesn't concern you.” he turned to her, and floated his way to the bed, before noticing what she was wearing. She was still wearing her uniform! Is that what she was sleeping in the whole time? Honestly he hadn't cared, and he wouldn't care had it been for the fact that he was joining her tonight. He was in classy night wear while she wore her tutu. That simply isn't uniform.

A snap of a finger, and Pomni was wearing a nightgown that matched his shirt and pants. With bags under her eyes, she looked down. She didn't have the energy to comment on it as anything special. It was nice to be comfortable for once. But there was nothing more she can say about it.

“ There we go.” Caine said. “Goodnight, dear.”

“ …Goodnight.”

He put himself under the covers, but Pomni was still staring off. Someone who cared for Pomni would ask her how she was feeling, but they were not in the room at that moment.

Pomni wasn't feeling good. She was feeling terrible. If this was any other day, she would be terrified to be sleeping next to Caine. But the fact that she doesn't feel anything strong…

She didn't have a good day… entirely honestly, she was hoping to cry herself to sleep that night. It wouldn't be her first, and it wouldn't be her last. But with the devil beside her, he had no choice but keep herself together.

Her breath was shaken. But she laid down for sleep.

A few hours passed. It felt like the longest night the two would ever spend.

Pomni didn't know if it was her nerves or the room temperature, but she buried herself in her blanket. She could close her eyes all she wanted but no amount of pretend could distract her from all the voices in her head. She wasn't hallucinating, it wasn't anything. Rather the voices were more of doubt, insecurity, and fear. It would come often, but that night was especially loud. Terribly so.

Caine on the other hand was staring at the ceiling. Hands on his chest. He's been staring in silence for hours at this point —and he had the artificial patience to go on for longer—but he found this activity inconvenient. And even worse so when he could hear his wife sniffling right beside him.

Pomni finally started shaking under the covers. Hands shielding her head-- her knees were on to her chest with how curled up she was. It hurt to be quieter than she was already being. The voices got to her and all she could do was cry at that point.

Neither of the couple could get themselves to sleep.

Caine could only roll his eyes. While he stared at the ceiling, Pomni was faced to her side, away from him, curled up cold and unrested. For a moment she looked at the hands shielding her, and the representation of her entrapment looked back. With several bruises and scratches around it, her finger still dawned the very ring that put her there. 

The memory of Caine in the wedding ceremony played back-- the very moment he put the ring on her at the altar. That was the moment that sealed her fate. She wished she could take it back. The image felt like dying a hundred times over.

Caine wasn't stupid. Although he knew little understanding of the human condition his processors picked up on certain symptoms and body language. He would usually ignore them as they were a waste of energy, but he had nothing else to process other than the ceiling he'd been staring at for the past few hours.

He knew Pomni wasn't well. What for? He didn't care. All that he knew was that she was upset, and it wasn't worth his time. It wasn't anything that he hasn't already heard a hundred times from the other performers. She was going to cry again and again anyway. What was the use?

Her hiccups and sniffling were tiny compared to the rest of the room. And yet no one was willing to hear her, listen to her. Perhaps that was all she wanted. If she had someone to be there to trust-- maybe this would have been bearable. Maybe in a different timeline she would still have the strength to go on for just another day. But that wasn't realistic. Not in the digital realm. She could scream all she wanted and no one would bat an eye.

This wasn't the first time she cried tears this painful. And it certainly will not be the last.

[jayke0]

Do You Feel... Weird?

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 4, Sex Pollen 

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: sex pollen, chubby reader, yearning finally comes to fruition, friends to lovers, grinding, lots of swearing, protected sex (the pill), p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, fucking everywhere, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,532 (yes they're getting longer)

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"What the fuck was that?" You ask, choking on the fine dust that'd just been blasted in your face.

Marc looks at you with concern and shakes his head. "Shit, I don't know, just stay there ok? Sit down." You feel his large hands push you down till you're sat on the cold stone and you roll your eyes; what's the point of him asking if he's just going to do it anyway?

You shouldn't be mad at him actually, you love how concerned he gets for you when you're on a mission together.

You watch him slink off, which is shortly followed by grunting and crashing and a whole lot of yelling, most of which is Marc's, but eventually he comes back, seemingly choking on the same stuff you'd been at the mercy of.

"Got you too huh?" You chuckle a little, since he always has a bit of a god complex about being able to fight anything and anyone.

"Yeah—" he rubs his throat with a wheeze, "c'mon, lets get the fuck outta here."

The drive home is quiet, but you keep glancing over at the man; is he getting hotter by the second? The way his curls are still sticking to his forehead is something you'd usually fix for him by pushing them out of his face, but right now it's just making you bite your lip. You notice how the veins and muscles in his arms are more prominent.. are they always like that? It's as if his blood is coursing through his body faster and harder than usual. His T-shirt is sticking to his body, exposing his toned chest and arms—

Good God, you wanna fuck him.

You're too busy eyeing him to notice the way that he's glancing at you himself, his eyes quickly switching between the road and your thighs, the way they're squished against the car seat makes his cock twitch in his jeans, and he has to rest his hand on his crotch just to hide his growing bulge.

"Marc, do you feel any... different?" You ask tentatively as you approach your front door. Usually this is when you'd say bye to him, but you just wanna drag him inside and make him fuck you over and over till you can't walk anymore, it's…

"Weird, yeah." He answers, and it's only when your eyes curiously drop to his crotch that you notice he must be feeling the same as you. "Oh, thank fuck." You chuckle; certainly the first time you've been relieved by an unwarranted boner.

"Sorry, I dunno what's wrong with me. Imma go home now, lets just pretend this never happened." He waves his hands wildly, which gives you the opportunity to grab his wrists.

"Please don't go... I—I want you." You mumble to him before slamming your lips into his.

Marc lets out a reassured sigh against your lips as he kisses you back with the same furiosity, his hands cupping your face to keep you there so he can lick into your mouth and taste you better.

Somehow, you make it all the way to your couch without tripping backwards, though maybe Marc's strong grip is enough to keep you from falling, instead pulling you towards himself as he scrambles to sit down and have you on his lap. You pull from his lips just to latch on to his neck and graze your teeth across his tanned skin. "What... was that stuff?" You ask as you lick at the salty skin.

"Dunno... some kinda aphrodisiac I guess." He responds while helping you pull your jacket off and rolling his hips against yours, which in turn makes his cock grind perfectly against your clit even through both of your jeans.

"Fucking hell, Marc," is all you can reply, your nerves feeling like they're on overtime as his tip butts that bundle of nerves. Honestly, you could just grind on him till you cum, but the isatiable feeling to have him inside you seems to be growing stronger by the fucking second.

"Shit, you're fucking hot like this, grinding against my cock, does it make you feel good?" You nod and Marc's hands roam underneath your shirt before pulling it off, exposing your chest spilling out of your bra due to not having readjusted it since the mission. "Oh fuck, your tits are just—" he doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's burying his face between them, biting and sucking whatever flesh he can get his mouth on while his other hand his occupied with groping your hips and tummy.

You groan softly and tug at his shirt to finally take it off as well and reveal his toned body. "Hooooly shit, Marc," you chuckle a little. "God damn, you're beautiful..." Your fingers run up and down his chest before your hands come to rest on his shoulders.

"Fuck me Marc, I need you inside me, like right fucking now."

Marc doesn't waste another second before he's tossing you back on the couch and practically ripping his jeans off. You can see how his cock is throbbing in his boxers and leaving a wet patch of precum, the sight makes your mouth water; if you didn't need him inside you so bad you'd offer to suck him dry instead… maybe later.

He's seemingly resorted to making animalistic grunts and growls as he hungrily scans your body and pulls your jeans down, just with a little more care than he did with his own, but your underwear doesn't get the same treatment. He literally tears them from your body which makes you gasp in surprise, and then whimper, fuck he's so hot like this. 

Somehow, he also manages to wiggle his boxers off during that, exposing his length to you, and fuck is he big. Usually you'd find a man with that size intimidating, but Marc has never looked more attractive to you, and the way his tip weeps for you only makes you squirm more and pull him down into a heated kiss.

"Wait wait..." he pants against the heat of your mouth, "are you on anything?"

You groan, but you know that future you will appreciate the fact he asked. "Yes, so just put it in already." You tug his hips and his cock notches against your clit, making you jolt and whimper and resulting in a moan from the man.

'Finally, fucking finally', you think to yourself as his fat cock slides inside you, stretching you out to the point it makes you tense up.

"I know, I know, just relax. I know it's a stretch... but fuck you're squeezing me so good." Marc moans, sliding deeper inside you until he eventually bottoms out.

You already feel fucked out just from the size of him, but as he draws his hips back and the blunt tip drags along your g-spot, you grip his shoulders to ask him for more; and he obliges.

Marc's pace is relentless, his hips working to fuck you open and practically impale you, and you love every second of it, your cunt twitching and throbbing around him. Your throat feels like it's throbbing as well, what with how loud you're moaning, each time his hips collide with yours it sends sparks through your entire body and yanks a strangled noise out of you.

It's barely been a couple of minutes before you're cumming hard on his cock, clenching around him and causing him to come undone too, filling you with more cum than you've ever felt spill from a guy. You don't feel him go soft though, instead it feels like he gets impossibly harder, and he gives you pleading eyes.

"Please baby, fuck it feels so good, lemme fill you up again." He says breathlessly.

"Ok, give it to me Marc, over and over." You reply, and he draws another orgasm out of you in just a matter of minutes.

You continue like that for the rest of the evening, you're bodies slapping together and filling your apartment with filthy noises while you use almost every surface available to you.

You fuck over the arm of the couch, Marc groping and marking the flesh on your ass and thighs as he ruins you from behind and makes you grip the couch pillows so hard it could tear the material. Even the floor isn't safe; you'd migrated to it after your legs gave out and couldn't hold you up any longer, so he simply laid you down with your ass in his lap and fucked you like that.

After hours, the effects finally start to wear off and you both end up collapsing on the couch again, this time to sleep. When you wake up you're greeted with a now fully dressed Marc cleaning you up gently. 

"Don't move, don't want you straining yourself, just stay there, ok?" He pats your thigh and helps you pull a new shirt on "I'll look after you, it's the least I can do."

'Maybe I should go on more missions with him', you think to yourself as you close your eyes again, a big smile spreading across your face.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho

[koterkot]

explain the entirety of pluto lore in one comprehensive tumblr post. GO!!!!!!

ok so first of all fuck you Second of all- Pluto is a gieeg oc of mine, here's a old reference sheet i made for them in ms paint because that is somehow my main art program:

(tw: comedical usage of the f slur. i'm sorry gay people.)

[* Due to the gieeg mothership that Pluto has lived in for most of his life having like, weird time dilating shit, a gieeg year is roughly 5 human years. (HIS ASS IS 80 YEARS OLD DURING MOTHER 1!!!! HI GRANDPA!!!!!) ? I just picked random numbers and that's now his birthday in the gieeg calendar that has like 50 days and 50 months lma-]

SSOOO COUGH COUGH IGNORE THE SHITTY ART I SWEAR THAT I HAVE IMPROVED ANYWHOS- Pluto's story is simple, he was born in the mothership with two disorders, being them SPD (Selfharming Psionic Disorder) and OPD (Overwhelming Psionic Disorder) together with the bonus addition of The Tism. Raised in the Mothership of their species, their mother Eris is one of Giegue's strongest troops, and is mostly absent from Pluto's life as she is too busy beating the shit out of alien scum on other planets that Giegue plans to conquer.

[credits to thealmightyven for cooking this shit up, this was her first drawing and ofc the first thing she does is ask pluto if he's a queer] COUGH COUGH WHEEZE AAND THEN THERE'S CERES!!! HIS DAD!!!

(AALSO OLD ART AND STUPID SKETCH BLEUGH) he works for marketing giegue as like this super cool warlord when in reality he's just a traumatized teenager that got weaponized because he's really fucking strong and stuff OH!! OHH!!! SPEAKING OF GIEGUE!!! wait no nevermind we need to touch on pluto's childhood first uhhh uhhh Pluto basically got bullied a LOT as a kid. Last one to get picked for everything, always made fun of due to their lack of tail and inability to use PSI without physically and mentally straining themselves. Sooo... What did Pluto do??? Shut himself away from the outside world, watch their dad's massive collection of holotapes full of movies and tv shows and cartoons and shit

[ANOTHER OLD ASS DOODLE RRAGGGH!!!!] AND LIKE!! THEY LIVED BY THEMSELVES AND THEIR DAD FOR A VERY LONG TIME!!! Until... BBOOM!!! A good while after Pluto's 16th birthday, and 2 days after their last check up on their psionitrist, (doctor specialized in psionics and shit) THE FEDS PULL UP AT CERES' DOOR!!! AND THEY CALL FOR!!! PLUTO!!!

ok so cutting a long story short pluto has like a FUCK ton of psi, and like, the same level as giegue's, soo he basically is supposed to get drafted into their army but unfortunately he has SPD in which has no distinct treatment, sooo their best solution to fix up pluto was to SEND HIM TO THE BIG BOSS!!! GIGAGAS!!!

resuming a entire fanfic's worth of gay tension they eventually come to one conclusion

AAND NOW PLUTO HAS HIS FIRST FRIEND!! EVER!!! using the insane confidence boost of being the Commander of All Gieegkind's best friend (secretly boyfriend), Pluto goes from "loser dork town mayor" to "COOLEST GUY IN TOWN!!! YEAH!!!"

this helps pluto form a few friendships, and by a few i mean like 6 people (probably more than you have anon. HAHA!!) this relationship with giegue though, lasts for only 2 years before it is permanently ruined by giegue's first invasion onto earth. and his loss. i'll touch more on that later on my SECOND POST!!! (YES!!! THERE WILL BE PLURAL POSTS!!) that'll cover what happens to pluto after the events of mother 1 and during mother 2 and stuff BUH BYE!!

[nightfallsolace]

Our Little Secret// Hanma Shuji x Reader

in which (Y/n) Ryuguji Draken’s little sister, has a hidden affair with one of their enemies, Hanma Shuji.

Hanma had never been a rational man. He never really had someone worth chasing for, yes he had Kisaki as a source of entertainment, for now that is. he knew someday he wouldn't be able to cater the ever longing shot adrenaline he always so dearly craves.  To him the adrenaline whenever he does something exciting, something thrilling is like a drug to him, it just keeps him coming back for more. He never thought he would find someone so damned interesting, that would keep him chasing for years.

It all started on that one encounter at the back of one of the convince stores he always visits, the cashier was nice and it was run by a nice lady who was in her 50′s. It was just the usual routine fighting, buying cigarettes, hanging out with Kisaki, etc etc. Well it would be if his “peaceful” time at the back of the convince store wasn’t interrupted by the sound of pained groans. He followed the origin of the sound to find a bunch of men being beaten up by a woman around her 14′s or 15′s, he didn't know, and frankly he didn't care, but his instincts told him to stay, to watch.

“PLEASE- I’M SORRY-- ENOUGH--- PLEASE---” the man beneath the woman's heel pleaded between the kicks his poor face was receiving “hmm?~” the woman hummed, “let me think about it~” the woman stopped her assaults to “think” about the man’s request and replied “No ♡ “ she said as she continued to give a hard kick to the man’s face until the blunt force passed him out. The man watching grinned and watched the woman drag the men in a messy pile that you could relate to when your throwing your clothes in a pile, except with battered and bruised people. She wiped her face with a clean handkerchief and continued to use it to clean her bloodied shoes and sat down on the floor with a heavy sigh “how the hell am I supposed to explain to ken-chin? it’s already so late” the woman faked sobbed “ huhuuu” she stood up angrily and kicked the unconscious men on the ground “stupid” kick “misogynistic” kick “sexist” kick “ASSHOLE” she landed a hard blow right on one of the man’s nose which caused him to wheeze “godamnit”. She once again wiped her shoes and turned to leave before halting in her tracks in horror to see a man watching her smiling.

she screamed in horror “I’m so sorry you had to see that” she apologized bowing low “why are you apologizing doll? that was a good kick by the way” he laughed “keep you head up high doll no need to apologize” the woman sighed relived “thank you! I thought I needed to get my shoes dirty again! I just cleaned them! “ she smiled happily “ normally people would be freaked out, men would call me a freak or what I was doing was unladylike like, so my shoes would get dirty again! but women just usually run away in fear, but you mister! you even complimented my kick! and that’s a first!” she cheerily voiced out, the man laughed at her childish behavior, “this woman, is something else” he thought and chuckled. “I’m (y/n) by the way! (y/n) Ryuguji! and your name is?” his eyes widened “Ryuguji? Is she related to Draken?” he smiled and gave her his name “Hanma, Hanma Shuji”. The woman smiled “Well it’s nice to meet you Hanma-san, i need to go now, my brother must be looking for me, it’s pretty late so i hope its ok” he laughed at how polite she was despite the fact she just crushed some guy’s nose earlier. “no worries doll no need to ask me, I’m a guy you just met, you can go” she smiled happily and bid her goodbye. “Bye Hanma-san! I hope to see you again sometime soon!” he laughed “yeah you to doll keep safe” “What an interesting girl” He said as he light up a cigarette and walked towards the pile of unconscious bodies, kicking it before taking his leave.

-Chapter 1 of Our Little Secret

  Reblogs are appreciated!!

[mika-mania]

My unfiltered first reaction to the album (and reading the lyrics)

Bougez:

Great start

Would normally never listen to sth like this but because it‘s Mika I love it?

I am INTO this, it's so stupid

(The bridge about god telling him to move in heaven lol)

Jane Birkin:

This has grown on me

The chorus is permanently stuck in my head

Sweetie Banana:

I… don't know

But the soft "bye bye"s are killing me

What the hell is this about

The only thing I understand is "I know your address" which is very ominous

("Candy in my bath" I'm sorry WHAT)

("All these words of love remain to be peeled" I am WHEEZING)

Apocalypse Calypso:

I do like this, still don't love it though

30 Secondes:

The sound is a bit too cheesy for me I think

The chorus IS nice ok

This is sth I'd listen to on repeat if I was in the right mood but would never admit

("You're like a bomb" um ok)

(He's talking about heaven and hell again uh-oh)

C'est la Vie:

God I hate this

I'd skip but promised myself I'd listen to the whole thing the way it's intended

Ok I don't HATE it, it just does absolutely nothing for me

Moi, Andy et Paris:

The beginning is so romantic WHAT

Oh this is such a vibe

Absolutely adooore ❤️

Every time he says "Andy" I grow stronger

At the end he sings "I love you but not him" WTF Mika (this was a betrayal by google translate, he is actually saying "I love you but he doesn't" phew)

Je sais que je t'aime:

The whisper part is so cringe I'm sorry

The rest is beautiful

The line "I hope life forgives us even if god has abandoned us" is still the saddest thing on the album for me

Ohhh the strings I loovee

(Every time I think a song is about Andy it turns out to be about his mum. This one is very sad though)

Doucement:

Mhm not sure tbh

I do like the chorus

Not obsessed yet though

(Not sure what or who this is about. Possibly depression and suicide)

Touche Touche:

Finally my fave from the teasers let's go

God this gives me energy, is this gonna replace Touches You as the song I listen to on repeat when I need a mood booster

Omg the sound of loading the gun in the second pre-chorus, this guy is insane

(Pure sensual filth. Like Tomorrow, BBB and Ice Cream combined. I love it)

("Prends ma main pour un slow" a slow what?! :O)

Amour Pirate:

I'm soo curious about these lyrics

Whyy did I learn Italian instead of brushing up on my French

Melody is simple but I'm not hooked (yet)

("Stolen treasure is not catholic" what)

(Aw so sweet, I AM an undiscovered treasure)

(I think he's telling us to take more risks in order to find love and he might not be wrong)

Passager:

Again nice but more about the lyrics I think

I wasn't expecting this many ballads

An unusually soft Mika album (not complaining)

I do wonder how that's gonna translate to a gig though since they are usually so high energy

Did he just say "Je parle francais et anglais"?! I'm dead (I found out later he does not, he says "un anglais")

[mythica0]

Im back with request mine mind was just... idk sleepy? Ok but ANYWAYYYY what if~~~~ Mikey used his paint brushes to tickle Leo beacuse he annoyed him while he was drawing or that leo ruined a art thing and mikey got his revange by tickling him( this took my 2 brainshells to work. Get it? Get it? Brainshells beacuse we talk here about turtles an- u know what nvm Bye bye no rush❤️❤️)

New Canvas

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo

🍫:Mikey

Summary: Leo accidentally breaks the Canvas Mikey is using to paint. Mikey finds a substitute.

A/N: Pfft nice pun! Sorry this is late, I’ve been really busy this week, but the weekend is here and now I’ve got time! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!

New canvas

Mikey was painting. Displaying his emotions and thoughts across a canvas as he so liked to do.

Leo was in the room as well, idly chatting with his little brother about nothing in particular.

It was a nice little moment of calm amidst the chaos of the turtles lives and antics, but it didn’t last long.

Eventually, Leo Slipped from where he was pacing and fell right into Mikey’s art piece, tearing the canvas and landing on top of the box shell onto the ground with a loud thud.

Mikey’s breath was knocked out of him for a moment as he pushed Leo off of him.

“Leo! You tore my canvas! It’s all ruined now..” Mikey’s tone was more sad and disappointed than angry.

Leo grimaced. “I’m so sorry little bro! It was an accident I swear!”

Mikey sighed. “I know, I guess I have to restart….” Mikey got a mischievous idea as he spoke.

“…And here’s my new Canvas!” He finished cheerfully as he picked Leo up with surprising ease.

“Wha-?!” Leo exclaimed as he was pinned to the floor, she’ll facing up and Mikey on his ankles.

Mikey quickly grabbed his paintbrush and stroked along Leo’s shell.

The slider quickly fell into laughter because of the tickly bristles being lightly applied on his shell.

The cold paint seemed to amplify the feeling as well.

“Mihihikehehey!”

“Hey, Leo, can you stop moving? Canvases don’t wiggle. Or laugh, for that matter.”

“Yohohohour tihihihicklihihing mehehe! Ohof cohohourse ihim lahahahahaughing!”

“No. I’m painting. Now shhh.” Mikey continued to tease as he moved the brush to the back of his older brother’s knees. He could go for the thighs, but he wanted to save those for later.

Leo’s laughter amplified quite a bit at the new location. That tickled so much! How could something so light be so maddening? Not that he really minded.

It didn’t take long for Mikey to decide it was time for the finale.

“Are you ready Leo?” He smirked with a cheery yet sinister voice.

Leo gulped. “Absolutely not.”

“Too bad!” Came the box turtles response as he dipped the brush again quickly and brushed all over the sliders thighs.

Leo’s laughs quickly escalated into loud cackles and the occasional wheeze. He was pounding his fist in the floor to at least try to make the feeling more bearable, but it wasn’t really helping.

Eventually, Mikey got up and took a picture of the results before helping Leo up.

Mikey handed Leo his phone with the picture open, “Here’s the result!”

It was really pretty, actually. A nice little waterfall surrounded by flowers. Leo smiled.

“At least the painting you tortured me for looks nice”

“You know you like it, don’t try to deny that!”

He had a fair point. Leo didn’t respond.

Mikey left the room for a moment and came back with a bucket and washcloth, and Leo could hear water sloshing in the bucket.

Mikey smirked a bit and lifted up the washcloth in his hands. “Ready for round two?”

Leo gulped a bit, but, oh well. He supposed he would have to deal with being a new canvas.

———THE END————————————————

[the-gay-loser]

This Story Took Me Three Years!

May 10 1779 Wednesday 

The rolling hills around Jockey Hollow are green with patches of wildflowers. Yesterday after our lessons, the girls and I put away our journals then dashed out of the hut. Robert came, too. We ran through fields, over a creek, and up a slope. We just felt like running! When we reached headquarters, we heard commotion coming along the road. Horsemen and soldiers were cheering “Lafayette!” came the shouts. “Huzzah!” “Huzzah!” We each jumped upon a tree stump, hoping to see we only got a quick glimpse of his face and his red hair when he waved at us

May 11 1779 Thursday 

Today I went to headquarters, when I got in Ms. Washington was cooking “good morning Abby! How about you eat with us today, we have a new guest!”

I knew who she meant and I was happy to meet him again. After breakfast Lafayette introduced himself “i don't think we properly introduced i am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier the Marquis de Lafayette it is a pleasure to meet you” “ same here my name is Abigail Jane Stewart” then we heard Washington say “Marquis where did you go i need your opinion on this battle strategy” Lafayette bowed at me “i hope to see you again Miss Stewart au revoir” i must say he is quite a kind man and i hope to see him again to  

May 19 1779 Wednesday 

I went to headquarters again today because i had to drop off a letter to Mrs Washington i was secretly hoping to see Lafayette when i got in there the generals were all eating Mrs Washington was sitting next to her husband when i looked around I didn’t see Lafayette  Oney came up to me and asked “can i help you dear” “oh…uh I have this letter for Mrs Washington” “i will take it dear” i walked back to the tents  puzzled: why wasn’t lafayette there, did he leave already? 

May 20 1779 Thursday

I came to headquarters again cause Mrs Washington invited me for tea,

Mrs Knox was waiting “hello Abby come in and sit Mrs Washington will be here soon” upstairs I heard horrible coughing. I must have had a confused look cause Mrs Knox said “poor thing, hopefully he’ll get better soon” “who?” “Lafayette, poor thing caught a terrible fever been coughing and wheezing all day and yesterday to” that's why I didn’t see him yesterday he didnt leave he’s sick “ahh Abby you're here, sorry to disappoint you but we might have to cancel this meeting i don't know if Mrs Knox already told you but Lafayette has a terrible fever poor thing and worst of all he feels bad i keep telling him it's fine but he won’t stop saying sorry” i left feeling sorry for him  

May 23 1779 Sunday 

I told mama she said “we should bring him something” we spend all day trying to convince the soldiers to go steal eggs flour milk and butter from farmers so we could make butter bread Sally and Mazie stole one mama wasn’t to happy she might of thrown a wooden spoon at sally once or twice

May 24 1779 Monday

Today i went to headquarters, to give the biscuits to Lafayette Mrs Washington let me go up to see him cause she said he should be asleep I walked upstairs and entered the room I walked over and but the basket on the table bye his bed I turned and couldn’t stop string he looked so adorable with his fever flushed cheeks and his long hair falling down his face I couldn’t help but tuck the loose hair behind his ear he moaned and his eyes flickered open he opened his mouth to speak but a coughing fit hit him he groaned and shut his eyes again I told him he not speak or it would drain his energy further he moaned again and grabbed my hand squeezing it I sighed he was delirious I set a wet washcloth on his forehead and headed downstairs i said my quick goodbyes and left 

May 30 1779 Friday 

Ok if i don’t write this down I’ll explode with joy, so it was a regular day I was doing laundry with mama and Mrs Lulu while Sally and Mazie played i was about to hang something when i heard horse hoofs i was pretty sure it was the general he always does check-in’s on the soldiers but the hooves stopped at our tent then I heard mama “thank you and you feel better” i knew who it was i almost yelled Lafayette was at our tent a major general at our tent i walked over pretending i didnt know he was here “oh hello again” i said, he smiled but this time he seemed really happy “do you feel better?” I asked of course he said “yes, thank you for that bread it was heavenly” 

I felt myself blushing. I couldn’t stop. He smiled, of course Sally asked “can i pet your horse” either he has kids at home or he doesn’t want to be rude “but of course” he said then this spiraled into a tornado of questions “what is it like in France? Do you have a family? Are you married? Do you have kids? Do you have more pets? Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington?” He answered all of them which I thought was humanly impossible. But it answers my questions here are the answers 

What is it like in France: well it's nothing like America 

Do you have a family: sadly my mom and dad died before i was 13

Are you married: yes 

Do you have kids: yes 

Do you have more pets: yes lots more but all of them are back in France 

Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington: Yes Mr. Washington is my commanding officer, and Mrs. Washington helped take care of me when i was sick 

Then he bowed and rode off i was starstruck he was kind with my mom and answered all of the questions my sister asked and let her and Mazie pet his horse he didn’t even care that Mrs Lulu and Mazie are black, but i knew that him and Mr. Washington are really close and wanna something cool diary he had both pants pulled up so i could see a musket ball scar i wanted to ask but i knew it was rude my candle is Burning out goodnight diary

June 1779 Monday

Me and sally walked over to headquarters today and wow it's hot i was sweating like crazy, before i go in i rub my forehead with my dress, everyone was drinking wine and cheering Lafayette was sitting with Mr. Washington i could see Washington laughing while Lafayette smiled suddenly Oney popped up next to me “there sweet aren’t they lafayette is one of the only generals that make him laugh” i looked back she was looking at me i didn't know what to say but luckily Sally saved me “Abby we have to go back to the camp” before i left i waved to lafayette he waved back i didn't know that was gonna happen Washington looked over at me and smiled that was the first time i saw him smile at me. 

June 10 1779 Wednesday 

Today lafayette wrote to me and asked if i wanted to come to headquarters cause his was “bored out of my mind” i came over but before i could go inside i heard this “Miss Stewart over here” i didn't consider that we would walk around jockey hollow together but it was nice we talked about our family’s and our life’s it got late and he walked me back to camp kissing my hand before he left 

June 11 1779 Thursday

Today i came by just for fun, when i came everyone looked sad Lafayette had his head in hands Mrs. Washington was patting him on the back she asked me to grab a handkerchief for Lafayette i did and he picked up his head his eyes where red and his face was pale he was trying to catch his breath Mrs. Washington nodded to the kitchen and we both walked over there “what going on?” “Lafayette’s oldest daughter Henriette passed away a year ago poor thing had just got the letter” as i was walking back i thought to myself:

1: lafayette was on a boat for 2 months  and then hiked through snow

2: he got a terrible cold

3:  and know he just lost his oldest daughter 

Can things get any worse for him?

July 12 1779 Tuesday

I went over to check on Lafayette only to find he wasn’t at headquarters I walked around trying to find him until I finally saw a figure sleeping against a tree I walked over and sure enough it was lafayette he was sound asleep against a giant oak tree I got a little nervous when i saw that he was a slight bit more pale but i walked over to him and shook him a bit he startled and then opened his eyes he say me and instantly shot up like a bullet “Miss Stewart to what do i owe the pleasure I smiled and told him I was looking for him he smiled and sat back down we talked for awhile sometimes he would pause a swallow down what i expected to be a sob I told he didn't have to hid it he instantly let multiple teardrops fall from his face and all i did was wrap my arms around him and pull him into a tight hug 

July 13 1779 Wednesday 

My fathers division is now under command of Lafayette finally more time to see a dear friend. He is based in a brick house a few miles away. Sally and Mazie have been doing stick races on the frozen lake 

January 1 1779 Thursday 

Lafayette has been riding back and forth from Washington’s camp and whenever he returns he looks stressed. I haven’t been able to see him a lot but he smiles whenever he sees me.

January 21779 Friday

Oh diary i am writing while crying tis why there are wet spots on these pages I can’t write about it know

July 16 1780 Saturday 

Ok, diary time to write about last night.

As I said in my entirety on Thursday Lafayette rides back and forth from Washington’s camp to his, well yesterday he went out again. I heard a rumor about him having a violent headache but he looked fine when he left. Well after an hour of him gone people started to worry so we sent a scout to go see if he was ok so when he comes back asking for a wagon we all yell “Mrs. Washington is coming with friends” but i didn't cause the man looked concerned well when he came back and no one was in the wagon we all put our heads down Mrs.Washington Wasn’t coming but then the man called for a doctor we all panicked looking for anyone well sally and Mazie found one sleeping they shook him awake no one knew  who it could be but i think i knew and it hit me like a bullet to the heart when i saw reddish hair it was lafayette he passed out on his ride there and when the scout saw him and no horse he panicked that why he wanted blankets and a wagon the doctor got over and first checked his palm for a heart beat lucky he told everyone his heart was beating but very faintly he was shivering and looked horrid the doctor asked Capitan Sherman Locks to help carry lafayette in side to the hearth where he could warm up next the doctor asked for an assistant and picked me when i got in i was assigned to put a hot rag on his head. for a job that sounded so simple it pulled on your heart strings he would moan and shut his eyes tight and squeeze my hand which made me know he was still living which was a good sign but when he was squeezing and his hand loosened i panicked i called for the doctor but he didn’t hear me i got so stressed i fainted when i awoke i was on a chair someone must’ve put me there but when i saw lafayette rubbing his head my world lit up he was alive when i stood he said “ahh your awake”

“How are you?” I asked “good, but my head feels like it was hit by a carriage” I laughed and he joined me then From the other room “Miss Stewart, is he awake?” “Yes, sir he is” the doctor walked over a put his hand on Lafayette’s head “ow” said lafayette The man shook his head “General Lafayette, I am afraid you might be dying” tears poured down me face i shook my head and ran out I don't know what Lafayette said but I bet he was as scared and sad as me

January 17 1778 Sunday

I told Mama,Sally,Miss Lulu,and Mazie every single one of them started to cry the word spread fast people started to pray and some started to make a coffin i couldn’t  make my body move i was so upset all of a sudden I started to feel scared really scared like i lost all the protection i had gained i realized that i was scared because being around lafayette made me feel safe.

January 18 1778 Monday

I got a letter from headquarters today i asked around i was the only one to get it i lit a candle outside and opened the letter: “Dear Adrienne” oh no it was for his wife but i really wanted to read it so I copied the letter in this diary and then sealed it and told myself to sneak to the mail pile in headquarters here diary but lets keep this our little secret 

Dear Adrienne, this hard to write as my hand trembles at the mere thought of it but i have came down with a fever and when the doctor examined me he said i might be dying although i may have committed many errors and pushed your heart to its limits 

I don't want you to grief for i do not believe this doctor and i will live until i am back with you adieu my dear adieu oh diary i wish i had a husband like that

January 19 1778 Tuesday 

Well today was a sad day. It was the day of goodbyes and farewells. I was last in line when  It was my time the man said “I can’t let you pass, General Lafayette needs his rest.” Then we heard from the other room “Know Jacob, does that seem fair?” It was Mr. Washington.  Washington walked over and leaning heavily on his shoulder was…Lafayette Oh i was so happy to see him he did not look any better but oh diary how his face lit up when he saw me “Miss Stewart it is a true pleasure to see you again” Mr. Washington said “same here sir” he nodded then after i prayed for Lafayette and wished him heath I went back to camp when I got back I asked mama “why didn’t Lafayette talk to me?” She answered and both of them i didn't like

1: “well either he was sad and grieving and just disappeared into himself i did that when David died”

2: “ he's too sick to talk and his in need of very serious care and help”

January 20 1778 Wednesday 

Today was a weird day, the doctor told me to come over and care for Lafayette, cause the he had to go see more patients, so I went over expecting to find him sleeping or resting, but instead he was at a desk, piles of letters around him he seemed fine so i sat down on a chair at the dining table. Then I heard a moan and walked over to find him head in hands and grimacing. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder as he lurched away. I stood in shock for a second and then gently spoke into his ear “hey…let's get you up into bed” he nodded and i helped him up the stairs once I finally had him in bed I went back downstairs to continue cleaning 

January 21 1778 Thursday

I came over today and he was sleeping I started to cook and then called to him “Lafayette, i made some soup do you want some” when i got no answer i went over and found him eyes shut and breathing heavily, i panicked the first thing that popped in my head was to go get my mom, i ran as fast as i could my mom dropped her spoon and ran with me first thing she did before we went was she told one of the volunteers to go get the doctor, when we got in my mom walked over and picked up his head and felt his forehead before the doctor came in, when the doctor came in he said the heavy breathing was because his body was fighting pain i took a deep breath at least he wasn’t losing breath, when the doctor left after waking lafayette up and helping him walk upstairs the doctor asked if i could stay for a while i asked him why he said he might die any minute at the word i burst into tears my mother walked over “my daughter will not see the man who she is friends with die” the word die was said to many times for my brain to count i started to lose count my legs go all nub and i fell to my knees head in hands and cried why him why my mom helped me outside and to our campsite Mazie and Sally were playing and when Sally saw my tears she ran up to me and hugged me i hugged her back she was a good sister 

January 30 1780 Wednesday

I have had a weird few days, well a weird hour because almost an hour ago I was asked to see take care of Lafayette (he didn't die yet) when I got inside I went up to his room where was staring at the ceiling “how are you?” I asked he just moaned “who made you mister depressed” he chuckled at that but it caused him to start wheezing i sat him up so he could breathe better “Merci Beaucoup Miss Stewart” I couldn’t stop crying he looked at me puzzled “what’s wrong?” “I’m scared for you” I couldn’t hold my self back anymore “Your one of my best friends and I honestly care about you and you don’t deserve to die like this, your wife needs you, your kid needs you…America needs you. He looked me in the eyes and smilied “trust me Miss. Stewart I will fight to my last breath” he held open his arms and I jumped into them and hugged him then I heard quiet snores I laughed he fell asleep in my arms. I let go and tucked him in and kissed his forehead “I have no doubt” and I walked out of his room feeling like my old self.

February 2 1780 Saturday 

I was sitting by the fire when an officer came over and handed me a letter. Curious and confused, I opened it. It read: Hello Miss. Stewart, I am sorry to contact you on such short notice but Lafayette has developed a horrible fever and if we don’t get his temperature down he might die. I know that this is on such short notice but I need you to come back to Fish Kill. He keeps asking for you and is refusing help from anyone else. Yours Truly Martha Washington (P.S If you accept this offer I will have a carriage sent for you personally.) Lafayette was asking for me, the poor girl who made food and cleaned the soldiers' old smelly clothes. There was no hesitation. I wrote back immediately . Dear Mrs. Washington, I would be honored to come back to Fish Kill and help Lafayette. To be honest I have become quite attached to the young french man thinking of him as my brother. I would be delighted if I could help in anyway I could. Is it true he is asking for me specifically. Sincerely Abigail Stewart.   The next day I got a letter back from Mrs. Washington. Thank you so much Mrs. Stewart!  I will have a carriage sent right away and yes, he has been asking for you specifically.

February 10, 1780 Sunday

A carriage arrived the very next day to escort me back to Fishkill. As I sat inside, the wheels rattling over the uneven terrain, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. Lafayette needed me, and I was determined to do whatever I could to help him.

Upon arriving at Fishkill, I was greeted by Mrs. Washington herself, her face etched with worry. Without wasting a moment, she led me inside the grand estate, where Lafayette lay feverish and weak.

Entering Lafayette's room, I was struck by the sight of him lying in bed, his face flushed with fever and his breathing labored. Mrs. Washington explained that despite their best efforts, they had been unable to bring down his temperature.

Taking a deep breath, I approached Lafayette's bedside, my hands trembling with apprehension. He stirred at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Abby..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I took his hand in mine, feeling the heat radiating from his fevered skin. "I'm here, Lafayette," I said softly, willing my voice to remain steady despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

For hours, I sat by Lafayette's side, bathing his fevered brow and offering words of comfort as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Despite his weakened state, his spirit remained unbroken, his determination to fight evident in the steely resolve that flickered in his eyes.

As the hours stretched into days, Lafayette's condition began to improve, thanks to the tireless care and attention of Mrs. Washington and the skilled physicians who tended to him. His fever gradually subsided, and color returned to his cheeks, a welcome sign of his strengthening resolve.

Throughout it all, I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever support I could. In those quiet moments by his bedside, I came to realize the depth of the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by shared moments of fear and courage.

And as Lafayette finally emerged from the shadow of illness, his spirit renewed and his strength restored, I knew that our journey was far from over. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, drawing strength from each other and the unbreakable bond that bound us together.

February 15, 1780 Friday

As the days passed, Lafayette's strength continued to return, much to the relief of everyone at Fishkill. With each passing day, his fever subsided further, and his appetite slowly returned. The once pale and weakened Lafayette began to regain his color and vitality, a testament to his resilience and determination.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering companionship and support as he recovered. We would spend hours talking about everything from our hopes and dreams to the challenges we had faced during the war. Lafayette's spirit was indomitable, his optimism contagious, and in his presence, I found solace and strength.

Despite the hardship he had endured, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause of liberty. His passion for freedom burned bright within him, a guiding light that inspired all who knew him.

As Lafayette grew stronger, he expressed his gratitude for my presence and unwavering support during his illness. He thanked me for being there for him when he needed it most, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

In those quiet moments together, I came to cherish the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by our shared experiences. Lafayette had become more than just a friend; he was like family to me, and I was grateful for the opportunity to stand by his side.

And as Lafayette continued on the path to recovery, I knew that our friendship would endure long after the war had ended. For in the midst of darkness, we had found light, and in each other, we had found the strength to persevere. Together, we would face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that as long as we stood united, nothing could break our bond.

February 25, 1780 Monday

As Lafayette's recovery progressed, a sense of normalcy began to return to Fishkill. The tension that had gripped the estate during Lafayette's illness slowly dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

Lafayette's presence was like a beacon of light, lifting the spirits of all who crossed his path. His laughter echoed through the halls, his infectious energy infusing the estate with newfound vitality.

Despite his recent brush with death, Lafayette remained as determined as ever to continue the fight for liberty. He spoke passionately about the future of America, his vision of a nation united by freedom and equality inspiring all who listened.

I found myself drawn to Lafayette's unwavering optimism and boundless enthusiasm. In his company, I felt a sense of purpose and belonging, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

As the days turned into weeks, Lafayette and I grew closer, our friendship deepening with each passing moment. We shared laughter and tears, dreams and fears, finding comfort in each other's presence.

And as spring approached, casting its golden glow over the rolling hills of Fishkill, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—one filled with promise and possibility.

For Lafayette and I, the journey was far from over. But with courage in our hearts and hope in our souls, we faced the future together, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.

And as we stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon, I knew that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything. 

March 3rd, 1780 Saturday

A shadow hangs over the estate—a shadow casted by the specter of illness that once again gripped Lafayette.

It began with a slight cough, barely noticeable at first, but soon it grew into a persistent wheeze that wracked Lafayette's frail frame. Despite his best efforts to conceal his suffering, it was clear to all who knew him that something was terribly wrong.

As the days passed, Lafayette's condition deteriorated rapidly. His once vibrant energy waned, replaced by a pallor that spoke of deep-seated sickness. His cough grew more violent, each rasping breath a painful reminder of the frailty of human life.

Despite the best efforts of the physicians at Fishkill, Lafayette's fever raged unabated, burning like a wildfire within him. His strength waned with each passing day, his spirit dimming like a candle in the wind.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever comfort and support I could, but it pained me to see him suffer so. His once bright eyes now dulled with pain, his voice reduced to a mere whisper as he struggled to draw breath.

In those quiet moments by his bedside, I prayed for a miracle—a glimmer of hope to pierce the darkness that threatened to consume us. And miraculously, it came.

Despite the dire prognosis, Lafayette's condition began to improve. His fever broke, and color returned to his cheeks as his strength slowly returned. It was a testament to his resilience and determination, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had carried him through so many trials before.

As Lafayette's health improved, so too did the mood at Fishkill. The once somber atmosphere gave way to a sense of cautious optimism, as we dared to hope for a brighter future.

And though Lafayette's recovery would be slow and arduous, we knew that with time and care, he would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

As I sat by Lafayette's side, watching over him as he slept, I felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over me. Gratitude for his resilience, for his courage, and for the unwavering friendship that had sustained us through the darkest of days.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden rays over the peaceful landscape, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the resilience of the human spirit, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

April 20, 1780 Saturday

Despite the budding beauty of the season, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air—a tension born of the ever-present threat of danger that lurked just beyond the horizon.

One fateful day, Lafayette embarked on a reconnaissance mission to gather crucial intelligence on enemy movements. His departure filled us with a sense of unease, for we knew all too well the perils that awaited him on the battlefield.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Lafayette. Each passing day brought with it a sense of mounting dread, as we waited anxiously for news of his fate.

Then, one stormy night, a rider arrived at Fishkill, bearing grave tidings. Lafayette had been gravely injured in battle, his condition critical. Without hesitation, we rallied to his side, determined to do whatever it took to save him.

As we journeyed to the battlefield, the sounds of cannons and muskets grew louder, a cacophony of chaos that served as a grim reminder of the horrors of war. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal alive and well.

Finally, we reached the battlefield, where Lafayette lay wounded amidst the carnage of war. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, but his spirit remained unbroken. With trembling hands, we carried him to safety, praying for his swift recovery.

Back at Fishkill, we tended to Lafayette's injuries with the utmost care, each of us doing our part to ease his suffering. But as the days passed, it became increasingly clear that his injuries were more severe than we had initially feared.

Lafayette had sustained multiple gunshot wounds, each one more serious than the last. His condition was critical, his very life hanging in the balance as we fought tirelessly to keep him alive.

Despite the pain, Lafayette remained resolute, his determination to overcome his injuries serving as a source of inspiration to us all. But as the days stretched into weeks, his strength began to wane, his once bright spirit dimming like a flickering flame.

And yet, even in his darkest hour, Lafayette refused to give up hope. With each passing day, he fought bravely against the odds, his unwavering courage a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lafayette's condition began to stabilize. Though the road to recovery would be long and arduous, there was a glimmer of hope on the horizon—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

And as we watched him slowly regain his strength, we knew that though the scars of battle would always remain, they served as a reminder of Lafayette's bravery and sacrifice in the fight for freedom.

As spring gave way to summer, the war continued to rage on, but with Lafayette by our side once more, we faced the challenges ahead with renewed determination. And though the road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, we knew that as long as we stood together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome.

August 10, 1780 Sunday

With the arrival of fall, a sense of rejuvenation swept through Fishkill, breathing new life into the estate and its inhabitants. The once barren trees began to bud, and vibrant wildflowers dotted the landscape, painting the hillsides with splashes of color.

Lafayette, now fully recovered from his illness, seemed to embody the spirit of renewal that permeated the air. His energy was boundless, his enthusiasm infectious, and everywhere he went, he brought with him a sense of hope and optimism.

As the days grew longer and warmer, Lafayette took to exploring the surrounding countryside, eager to immerse himself in the beauty of nature. He would often invite me to accompany him on his walks, and together we would wander through meadows and forests, lost in conversation and laughter.

During these moments of tranquility, Lafayette would share stories of his homeland, regaling me with tales of France and his family. I found myself captivated by his words, transported to a world far removed from the chaos of war.

But amidst the beauty of spring, reminders of the ongoing struggle for independence were never far away. News from the front lines brought both triumph and tragedy, as the tide of battle ebbed and flowed across the countryside.

Yet, even in the face of adversity, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause. His unwavering resolve served as a beacon of hope for all who fought alongside him, a reminder that victory was within reach if they remained united in their pursuit of freedom.

And as we stood together beneath the clear blue skies of spring, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

March 28th, 1780 Saturday

Even with spring now blooming into full splendor, the war raged on, its echoes reaching even the tranquil sanctuary of Fishkill. The distant thunder of cannons served as a constant reminder of the sacrifices being made on the battlefield, a reminder of the price of freedom.

But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was a sense of unity and purpose that bound us together. Lafayette's presence at Fishkill served as a beacon of hope, his unwavering dedication to the cause inspiring us all to persevere in the face of adversity.

Together, we worked tirelessly to support the troops, providing aid and comfort to those in need. From sewing uniforms to tending to the wounded, each of us played our part in the fight for liberty, fueled by the belief that a better future awaited us on the other side of the struggle.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, a sense of anticipation began to build. Rumors of impending victory spread like wildfire, igniting a spark of hope in the hearts of all who longed for peace.

Then, one fateful day, news arrived that the war had come to an end. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived—the dream of independence had become a reality.

Amidst the jubilation and celebrations that swept across the land, Lafayette stood tall, a symbol of resilience and determination. His unwavering commitment to the cause had helped pave the way for victory, and his legacy would forever be enshrined in the annals of history.

As the sun set on the battlefield, casting its golden rays over the hallowed ground, I stood beside Lafayette, gazing out at the horizon. In that moment, amidst the quiet beauty of the evening, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—a chapter filled with promise, possibility, and the enduring hope of a brighter tomorrow.

And as we looked towards the future, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the triumph of the human spirit, we found the strength to build a better world—one step at a time.

[lichtecht]

PART 11

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Narrator (audiobook): Our friends are expecting the worst, and then comes an unexpected answer.

Nichtraucher: (takes a long breath and breathes out the smoke) „But only outside.“ Jo (cheering): „Yes! Yes! Thank you! Bye!“

Narrator (audiobook): You can see the hint of a smile on Robert’s face before he takes another deep drag and disappears in the inside of the wagon. The Externs contentedly make their way back.

(Nichtraucher in the background: coughes and wheezes before he closes his door)

Matze: „What kind of a strange guy was that?“ Uli: „Creepy, right?“ Martina: „How did you do that?“ Jo: „I think we should call him the Nonsmoker.“ Matze: „Huh?? But he’s smoking.“

SCENE CHANGE - the Internals carry their filming equipment along the path that leads to the Nichtraucher‘s wagon.

Narrator (Nichtraucher): I’ve told them multiple times that my name is Robert. But by now I like my nickname better.

Narrator (audiobook): And so the four get to work and start with the filming. The Externs have caught wind of it by now, and they’re secretly watching the film crew.

Ruda: „Is that a wagon?!“ Ruda: „Duck!“

Jo: „Ok. And Action! You open up like a flower!“

Jo: „… Exactly! The alien feels at home!“

Narrator (audiobook): The alien is portrayed by Uli, who looks like the extraterrestrial version of a frog princess in his costume.

Jo: „Dance around, feel free! Perfect!“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): The film that the four wanted to shoot for the end of the school year was a science-fiction masterpiece and was about how school might look in the distant future. You don’t sit in the classroom anymore, and instead fly to where you can experience something. An unknown planet with aliens, for example. Together you master adventures and make friends across worlds.

Jo: „Perfect. And you discover Uli! The alien! What is this?! You see two new humans on your planet!“ Jo: „Matze, Martina! You have a plan how to gain Uli’s trust. You find an apple.“ Jo: „You pick it… Exactly! Really slowly, like you’re on the moon.“

Jo: „Perfect! Exactly like that, yes!“

Jo: „And you draw him to you. With the apple.“ Matze: „Come here, come here…“ Jo: „Show us the apple, show us the apple. Very nice.“

Narrator (audiobook): The film shooting is in full swing and so far, everything is going to plan. Martina and Matze play astronauts who explore distant galaxies. Robert watches the kids attentively and seems to enjoy it. As well as his redecorated train wagon, which now looks like a moon rocket from distant times.

Narrator (audiobook): After the scene is fully shot with the phone, the director Jo asks Robert for his opinion.

Jo: „And, what did you think?“

Nichtraucher: „Good.“

Narrator (Nichtraucher): I couldn’t tell them, but… I hadn’t had that much fun in a long time. Everything was on the way to improvement. For them and for me. Until Jo received a message.

SCENE CHANGE

Narrator (audiobook): Jo walks along a lake shore while she is on the phone with her foster mother.

[Note: the audiobook narration said „stepmother“, but that’s wrong, so I corrected it.]

Jo: „…and I’m directing it. We’ve already filmed 40 minutes. My roommate is also participating.“ Jo's foster mother: „The one you always called 'spießig'?“ Jo: „Yeaaaah. Martina’s quite nice actually.“ Jo's foster mother: „I’m looking forward to meeting her soon!“ Jo: „Me too! But I’m looking forward to Brazil even more. And Mama. I’m so happy she was found.“ Jo's foster mother: „… Jo. She sent us an E-Mail yesterday. She unfortunately can’t make it.“ Jo: „What?“ Jo's foster mother: „I’m sorry.“ Jo: „What did she say?“ Jo's foster mother: „She can’t manage to meet you.“

[hawthornandreed]

Ao3 says i have written too much to comment which is so rude wth. So commenting here! Will see if i remember how to do a cut on mobile

I DID IT

Hi hello it’s me I’m back! Lil headache so instead of homework I am here. As a treat! Yay! Getting right into it.

Ok fascinating pick from Toji. Very on brand for Toji to just like. Force a random man out of his table saying absolutely nothing at all. It’s kinda sexy I’m not gonna lie. Super rude. WOuld feel horrible. But. Yeah. Oopsies!

Reader is hilarious. “It’s not too late!” Toji and I are both dying laughing omg. I love her. “I’m working on it, give us another five minutes.” PLEASE I am wheezing. So fucking funny. Her pitch is so good though, actually. And playing into Tojis gambling addiction is genius absolutely genius. Risky, though. Shit.

His expression is frozen. The remainder of his sentence never to be spoken. “Sorry.” You utter under your breath. The scene rolling backwards via your ability. This is undeniably a shitty thing to do; but Suguru is lost to you if you aren’t able to change Toji’s homicidal mind. You appease your guilty conscience by thinking you’ll just have to help him win a gamble somewhere else as penitence.

BUT THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS OH MY GOD. Not gonna lie my heart fucking dropped when it was tails. I was genuinely worried. Unsure what she was gonna do. But no. Also listen I know Im supposed to insert myself here but I must talk to reader here for a moment. Can we do that? A little one on one with my sort of self? Listen. Girl. Do not feel guilty. There is nothing to feel guilty about here. THINK OF MEGUMI BECAUSE SHIT SOMEONE HAS TO. AND SUGURU. This is for them. And listen we would screw Toji over a million times (in multiple ways…) to save them. This is not a shitty thing to do. Absolve yourself of that guilt. We good? Yes. Good. Ok love you bye!

Ok rereading I totally missed this the first time around. The line about helping him win a gamble somewhere else as penitence. Holy shit. This is genius set up for something and I hope we get to see it. I do desperately want to see this happen. What will it be? What will the consequences be? My mind is racing with the possibilities. I love this. If it takes us feeling guilty to get there, I am cool with that.

You know, for someone who likes to gamble you sure suck at it.”

Oh my god holy shit babe. You are asking to die. Holy shit.

You wave him off, your inhibitions lowered far below your normal threshold, “You’re not the first guy to tell me that.” You lean forward and hold a hand up to your mouth like you're telling Toji a secret, “It was in a different context though.”

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO SMOOTH AND FUNNY AND ABSOLUTELY SAVES HER ASS BC HOW THE FUCK WOULD TOJI RESPOND TO THAT INSULT BUT NOW THIS. THIS gives him something to play with ohhhh my god. Ok ok ok ok i see you.

“You just keep running that mouth bunny.”

The words leave your mouth reflexively, “Or what?” Your stomach drops the second after those words leave your mouth.

Insert me screaming out the window here. Oh my goddddddddd and the follow up to this? Bye. I am. Dead? In a puddle on the floor. This should not be as hot as it is (meaning: you have written him perfectly omg)

You did not come here to fuck Toji, you did not come here to fuck Toji. You did not come here to fuck Toji.

MMhhhmmmmmm yeahhhhh ok sureeeeee. Sure sure sure. Keep telling yourself that.

HA SHIU OMFG I FORGOT HE WAS THERE FOR A SECOND.

Ok fuck alright. Goddamn. That was intense. Ok wait she’s got better control of her powers now so she isn’t transported back to the other timeline after using her technique, yeah? And has a lil more control over them? I can’t remember. A reread is most definitely in order (school will not allow me the time but god its a nice thought).

Yu Haibara’s name is flashing on the screen; an incoming call. The part of you ruled by logic says to silence the device and keep walking. You tell that side to go fuck itself.

GOOD YES IVE BEEN MISSING HIM SO MUCH HOW IS HE.

Oh he’s so sweet checking on her oh he makes me want to cry every time he appears. Too precious and too good for this world. I love him. COMING TO WALK HER BACK askgkasjfg;ajs. And the way he can tell something is up and when he stops asking questions and just talks to fill the silence. Oh he’s just so good. Shit. I love him. AND THE SWEATSHIRT OH MY GOD WHY IS HE THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST PERSON TO EVER EXIST ohhh my god. HES NOT EVEN GOT A SHIRT ON UNDERNEATH?! Youre killing me. Oh my god. Listen I have mostly just watched the anime and not read much of the manga so my Haibara content has been very limited and I dont know much about him but every time he appears here, you make me fall so in love with him. I need to go seek out more of him. He’s just so fucking precious it kills me. Lkandsglhasfljglaksfgkdsjglksaj. I can do nothing but key smash and cry and scream.

I’m so glad we at least hold his hand. I never want to let go. OH MY GOD I FORGOT HE THOUGHT SHE WAS ON A DATE. FUCK. KJASGHLHSALDGK. WDYM WHAT A WEIRDO?! WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAIBARA

“If we went on a date I’d want to be around you as much as possible. Besides I know you're strong and can take care of yourself but if someone bothers you I want to handle it.” He lets go of your hand to shift into a fighting stance hopping on the balls of his feet, “I know you’re not talking to my girl like that.” He throws a few punches at the air and you can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork, and you mean that in the most loving way possible.

SCREAMING CRYING CRAWLING ON THE CEILING WHO IS THIS ANGEL HE IS SO PRECIOUS THE WORD PRECIOUS IN THE DICTIONARY IS JUST HIM. OR MAYBE NOT BECAUSE FRANKLY ITS NOT A STRONG ENOUGH WORD TO CONVEY JUST HOW PRECIOUS HE IS AJSGKLAJSKLGHALKFGHLKASHGLASJ.

“Go out with me.”

*screaming intensifies*

I know I should have asked you before you went on this date but I’ll never forgive myself if you become serious with someone and I never told you!

*screaming somehow intensifies further*

HE DOESNT EVEN. OH HE DOES. HE KNOWS OH MY GOD I KNEW HE KNEW. THE IMMEDIATE FORGIVENESS. “ILL FORGIVE YOU FOR ANYTHING” OH NO OH NO oh im actually a little nauseous. Could he really forgive her if he knew the truth about the time travelly stuff? If he knew why, and knew her motivations, then yeah of course. But we know she doesn’t like to tell the people who die that they died. Or would have. Ohhhh my god. Please.

HES NEVER EVEN BEEN TO HOKKAIDO?! Ok also ouchie that Nanami never asks personal questions ohhhh god Nanami sweetheart you’re gonna regret that oh no. Nanami please be a better friend ohhh my god BUT AAAAH THERE WAS NO WAY ID FORGET YOU AHGLKJSDKGJA;KFJGKASJGKASJDG;KJS its ok Haibara you are immediately forgiven. If nothing else, I would forgive him for anything. His whole speech has me rolling on the floor sobbing. THis world does not deserve him. Oh my god. I know this is for fun but im like shit. I dont deserve him!

You can’t help but sniffle in the silence. “I- I have a lot to think about and I’m sure you're freezing without a shirt.” You hold your open hand behind you and wait for him to take it. He does so happily, his trust in you blind and implicit.

BLIND AND IMPLICIT. STOP IT. OH MY GOD. the immediate trust. Fucking hell. I cannot remember if I said it in my comments but I did always have this little theory cooking in the back of my mind that maybe she meets Haibara even earlier on than this timeline and met him before he became a sorcerer or something and so he already knew her from that and thats the reason he just immediately wanted to help her and trusted her and vouched for her to Nanami. But if he’s telling the truth here…. Oh my god its so sweet and pure that it hurts. She has to let him in on the truth. She has to tell him. Quinny I trust you and you can do whatever you want, ignore my screaming and my pleas. You know whats best and I trust you implicitly. So when I say she has to tell him. She doesnt have to its just me screaming but SHE HAS TO TELL HIM AKLAHSDGK;JA;SKFGJ;AS. Ok let me think. No one in this time knows, right? None of them know. I dont think she ever said? Does Gojo know? I cannot remember. Tengen knows, obviously. I dont even think Yaga knows. Which. I guess shes not had a super long absence since starting school? Except for the coma. I cannot remember. Has she just been able to kinda time when she appears better? I cant remember ohhh my god i need to reread so bad. BUT LISTEN MY POINT IS THAT IF ANYONE IN THIS TIME DESERVES TO KNOW ITS HAIBARA YU. As much as I love Geto and Nanami and Gojo and Shoko, (OH MY GOD HAS SHE INTERACTED WITH SHOKO IN THE FUTURE?! I CANT REMEMBER. I THINK SHE DID?! I NEED TO REREAD). I dont know that Geto would be able to handle the information. They dont have nearly a solid enough friendship for her to confide in him anyway atm (fuck i just remembered all the angst going on with young Geto atm goddamn theres so much idk how you keep it all straight), Nanami also is not close enough to confide in yet I don’t think? He keeps himself so closed off. He is definitely trustworthy but the connection isnt strong enough just yet. And Gojo. Love him but absolutely cannot be trusted with this information. He probably could but also. Young Gojo is such a little shit and not great at interacting with people normally just yet. I am afraid he would let it slip in a moment of jealousy. Idk. Young Gojo has a long way to go with interpersonal relationships (older Gojo does too, just. In different ways.). And Shoko could be trusted but idk that they are there yet. We haven’t gotten much Shoko time on page in a hot minute (as far as I can remember?) so maybe that friendship isnt quite there yet either. Jadk;fgj;kafdjg;afdjgkjdkgj. Idk I feel like she has to confide in someone in this time bc thats such a hard thing to be able to keep to yourself and if anyone could handle it and is trustworthy and deserves to know, its Haibara. He doesnt need to know about him dying or any of that but the time travel shenanigans I feel he deserves to know! So he can make an informed decision and she doesnt have to turn him down for false reasons. As much as he blindly and implicitly trusts her, he can see through her lies and I feel he would know she wasnt being fully honest with him. He may not push her to tell the truth but he knows, and i think that would be even more hurtful. To let him ponder what horrible truth she is keeping from him by lying. It hurts to think about. I dont even know how else she would even handle this situation ohhhh my fucking god. Shit shit shit shit shit shit this is so sweet but so so so troublesome. Fucking hell.

Ok that is all for now. Much to think about. But you have absolutely done the scene with Haibara so so so well. You absolutely did it justice. Excellent as always. Thank you again for writing and sharing. This really helps me get through the rough weeks. So much love and appreciation <3

Chapter 43 Terror & Trust is now live.

This was a difficult one to write I hope you enjoy it ❤️

[eb-is-hot]

WEASLEY TWINS IN LOVE WITH A SLYTHERIN WHO WAS A CHAMPION AT TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT AND EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE FROM A FAMILY OF DEATH EATERS AND WAS ABOUT TO BECOME ONE (bonus points of reader is a Malfoy or a Snape) THEY SACRIFICE THEMSELF FOR HARRY

Just a thought 🤷 🙂

A/N: ok…hear me out…Y/N Lestrange?? And so it will be very angsty still bc like…Draco, and his parents watched their cousin and neice/nephew/nephice die…?? like?? ANSGT. I feel like i should get some extra credit for that idea. Sorry its so short lol Fandom: Harry Potter

Paring: Weasly Twins

Y/N Lestrange…moms a death eater…Dads one as well…oh. And you happened to be a Twiwizard champion. You were on the last task. Tying points with Harry Potter. You had been told by Snape to practice some curses and jinxes. Practice, Practice, Practice, thats all you did in the empty Charms room. But, you happened to be with a set of red heads. Fred, and George Weasley.

They, were as what your mother would have said, ’Blood Traitors.’, but they happened to be your best friends.

They were cracking jokes, smiling and every once in a while, making a flirty comment. But, you guys do that all the time. So, you thought nothing of it.

„If i win, you guys can have the gold. I wont need it. You guys want to start…what was it callee?”, you said, the light in their eyes gleam with joy. Of course you knew what their dream store was to be called. Fred got up, towering over you and grinned ear to ear. „Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!”,he exclaimed with a very joyful tone, he was just pleased.

„There will be pranks, jokes, fake wands! You name it, we got it!”, George said, coming right behind you. They were so passionate about it. Loving every second of thinking of it. You couldn’t help but smile and get intrigued.

Soon, you were called down to see your family who had come to see you compete. You were surprised. They wouldn’t have let your mother and father come see you?

But, instead of seeing your own mom. Lucius Malfoy. Your uncle, right beside him was his wife. Your auntie. You grin and walked up to them. ”Uncle, Auntie. What are you doing here?”, you asked, you noticed he was shooting daggers at Mrs, Weasley.

“We came to watch you in the last task of course!”, beamed your aunt. You couldn’t help but grin at the thoughtfulness. „Bella sadly couldn’t make it…due to…circumstances.”, your uncle said. You nodded.

You had took them to the Slytherin common room, talking about your second task. Saying you came in second place. They happened to be pleased about it.

You did happen to keep out that you had two hostages. Fred and George. You didn’t think your family would be too pleased about hearing how your most missed item would be the family of blood traitors.

You ate lunch, then you got ready. You met up with the twins before you were sent to be let out. „If you die i’ll kill you.”, George said jokingly. Giving you a hug goodbye. „I swear Y/N. You better come back alive, sure, loose a couple limbs. But as long as ya got the galleons.”, Fred said, of course you knew he was joking. You hugged him too. You sighed softly.

„I’ll be back boys.”, you grin and then, you had an idea. You had stood on your tiptoes, and kissed Freds cheek. Then, you turn to George, kissing him and letting go of them. They were both flustered. But had the smuggest looks plastered on their face.

„Bye! I love you!”, you said to them, they grin and Fred leans against George. „We love you too.”, George said. Then once you were our of sight, The of course high fived.

This was it. The moment to see who wins. You stood by Harry Potter. You held your breath as you looked at the crowd. Soon, you were told to enter the Maze.

You walked in, the hedges were decorated by thorns and sharp leaves. You turned right, left, straight, left again. You then saw something unfamiliar. But, it came out of your mind when you heard a blood curdling scream that sounded dreadfully lime Fluers.

Out of instinct, you shot up red sparks and continued to go. You soon saw Krum. You fought with him. He seemed to be cursed. Then, you saw Harry. He helped fight off Krum, than you guys both ran. You then stopped at a corner. The glimmer of the cup.

You and Harry raced to it. Soon, a vine wraped it’s way around your right ankle and pulled you down. „Harry!”, you screeched as you claw the ground. You saw as he stopped, looked at you, then the cup.

He then ran after you and yelled a curse at the plant. It let go and you got up. „Thanks.”, you said and looked at him. „Anytime.”, he responded with.”

You then both looked back, only to be faced with a horrid darkness. You both sprinted to the cup. „You take it! You saved me!”, you said and he looked at you. „No, you should have it. i wasn’t supposed to even be in this!”, he replied. You guys bickered back and forth. „Together?”, you said and he nodded. „One, Two, Three!”, you both say in sync.

You arrived in a grey graveyard. You got up and then looked around. „Harry! The cups a portkey!”, you say. Smiling to yourself. Harry, looked scared.

„Y/N, get to the cup!”, he said and you didn’t obey. Then, you saw something. something…familiar. Wormtail. „Ah…Y/N…how nice of you to join us..”, you heard the dark lord say. But no where to be seen. „Now…be a good kid and bring me Harry Potter..”, He said and you looked at Wormtail, than harry. „No. You can’t kill him!”, you had said.

You knew he was angry. You should never mess with The Dark Lord. „No…? Well…Y/N…you should know by now that i dont take ’no’ for an answer.”, He said and then whispered something that was horribly along the lines of ‘Kill them’.

The last thing you saw was a green light, and Harry screaming your name. Everything went black.

The twins had saw Harry return. They had smiled when they saw you with him. But something wasn’t right. You looked pale, you didn’t move an inch. They both squint their eyes. You were dead.

Echo’s of screams and gasps filled the air. Fred and George ran down and pushed people. „No! Thats Y/N! Thats our Y/N!”, they scream as they ran and fell beside you.

„No no no…”, George said as he moved your hair. the first time they had cried in a long while. ”No! Goddammit! Don’t leave…please..please don’t leave us..”, Fred said as he held your lifeless face.

They couldn’t believe it. The person they loved, admired, adored. Gone, Killed. They were in tears. „My sweet baby…who did this to you..?”, George asked, a crying Harry answered one word. „Voldemort.”

Fred had kissed your cold lips. Sniffling. George did the same. They couldn’t let you die in vein. They had one thing in their mind. They were going to kill Voldemort. And they wouldn’t stop until he’s dead.

Because that night, he took their beautiful angel away. And they were going to take his life.

[vendettaparker]

Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie. 

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader 

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing 

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.  

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     Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you. 

      You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie. 

     Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family. 

     Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day. 

     When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns. 

     “I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies. 

     “Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London. 

      “Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks 

     “I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—” 

      “Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.” 

     Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—” 

     “(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!” 

     “Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?” 

     The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back. 

     “I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room. 

     “Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison. 

     “I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.” 

     “It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath. 

      “Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

     “Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out. 

      Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended. 

     “Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined. 

     Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.” 

     Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.” 

     Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased. 

     “Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.” 

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     It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role. 

     You called Tom immediately to share the good news. 

     He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once. 

     “Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly. 

     “Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.” 

     “That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.” 

     “Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves. 

     “Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features. 

     “No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week. 

     “Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

     “Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.” 

     “If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

     “That’s cold (Y/L/N).” 

     You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

     “How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).” 

     You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊 

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     Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you. 

     “Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week. 

     “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

     “Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments. 

     “Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.” 

     “What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing. 

     Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan. 

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     The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you. 

     The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded. 

     They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends. 

    After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf. 

     “Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them. 

     Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there. 

     “Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

     You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied. 

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     The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously. 

     The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with. 

     You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night. 

     Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings. 

      “Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with. 

     Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. 

     “Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you. 

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     The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind. 

     When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone. 

     Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off. 

     “Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?” 

     “Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress. 

     “Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?” 

     “The one on Netflix?” 

     You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone. 

     “Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

     “I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to. 

     Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied. 

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     The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you. 

     You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event. 

     “So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.  

     “In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.” 

      “That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back. 

     “Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress. 

     You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence. 

     “So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face. 

     “What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

     “Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.” 

     You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible. 

     “Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.” 

     “What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later. 

     “I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.” 

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     Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up. 

     The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source. 

     The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual. 

      Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part. 

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     The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done. 

     On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part. 

     You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set. 

     Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes. 

     “Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called. 

      You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month. 

      “Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him. 

      “Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure. 

     “Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped. 

     “A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.” 

     “Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.” 

     “Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly. 

     Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display. 

     “Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment. 

      You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs. 

      This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison. 

     “Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating. 

     The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another. 

     “Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?” 

     Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.” 

     Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge. 

     “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?” 

     Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him. 

     So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips. 

     Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy. 

     Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end. 

     You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set. 

     “Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair. 

     Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today. 

     “Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly. 

     “Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye. 

      “I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot. 

     “Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.” 

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      Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore. 

     “Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never. 

     You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.” 

     Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him. 

     “Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out. 

     You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours. 

     “That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.” 

     Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take. 

    “Wait, what?” 

     “Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased. 

     “No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

     You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.” 

     Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away. 

     “What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.” 

     You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

     Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.” 

     You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

     “I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet. 

     Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently. 

     The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day. 

     “(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way. 

     Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom. 

     “Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence. 

     “Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier. 

     “You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.” 

     “Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz. 

[tokyyovie]

hi!! could i request the feral boys + wilbur with a younger sister headcanons?? sorry i just rlly think platonic stuff like this is cute :D

younger sister headcanons

A/N: i wrote this b4 bed so it’s a little half-assed but yea, also i’m so sorry this took ages😭 i only found this now ??? this took me way longer than it should've bye- count on me to announce fics but delay them for a week

warnings: swearing, she/her prns for sister

(feral boys + wilbur)

(okay so i went with a younger sister thats around 4-6 with these hcs!! sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted)

wilbur

- WOULD BE THE CUTEST THING EVER OMG

- i feel like he’d keep it more private ofc

- BUT when she would be on stream it would be super wholesome

- "my little sister’s here, do you guys wanna see?"

- he’d carry her on his lap and make her say hi to chat

- SHE’D HAVE THE SAME SUPER FLUFFY BROWN HAIR LIKE HER BIG BROTHER ^_^

- i imagine her being super close to tommy too (like showing up on vlogs n stuff)

- "I MET WILBUR'S LITTLE SISTER"

- ooooh tommy would be all like "will, i'm not the youngest child no more"

- wilbur would let her sit on his shoulders, and they’d be a combined, like, 8 or 9 feet. wow.

- also im bad at explaining,, but hear me out okay

- wilbur would be standing and carry her, like, on his hip? and let her play with his beanie while he talks casually to people

- WOULD ALSO LET HER WEAR HIS GLASSES but they’d be way too big for her and fall off his face and he’d do that thing he does in adoration

- you know, when he pouts and has a big smile on his face, "AWWW, YOU’RE SO CUTE!" would def pinch her cheeks

dream

- okok so listen, this might be weird but he’d treat her like how he treats patches, y’know?

- would totally get her the most extra things that she doesn’t need, and also would NOT be able to say no to her

- "clay? can we eat ice cream for dinner with sapnap?"

- he’d raise an eyebrow at her, biting his lip in thought before a smile spread across his lips

- "i dunno, mom would kill me for thaaaat,"

- she would stick her bottom lip out, pouting and pulling out the puppy eyes that he couldn’t ever resist

- "fine! as long as you don’t tell mom, okay?." dream would say with a mischievous grin that grew even wider when she smiled at him and nodded excitedly

- would teach her minecraft n be her number 1 supporter n hype her up (not only in minecraft,) even if she dies every 5 minutes

- would also be super protective (like excessively protective)

- meeting him would be scarier than meeting their parents in the future

- would spoil the HELL out of her

- she wants toys at the mall? he’s already handing his card to the cashier

- i don’t imagine him letting his little sister on stream (bc privacy, duh) BUT let’s say he did

- they'd def be farming "aww's"

- i imagine her to be a lil shy

- ok so my younger brother around this age had trouble saying the letter r and would use the letter w instead

- so IF DREAM’S SISTER HAD THIS TOO OMG

- "clay? dweamwastaken?" reading out his twitch name

- george would maybe be on the other side dying of laughter, just like dream who was wheezing as he held her in his lap

- "dweam? dweamie-poo" george would say in mockery

georgenotfound

- would be SO chaotic

- i feel like she would be super clingy to him and he’d be fake annoyed but in reality he’d enjoy it lots

- yk that thing where you sit on someone's shoe while they’re walking and like, cling on to their leg? yea this would definitely happen and george would have to strangle her off (and have to hear her high pitched whines)

- would HATE showing affection, so even if he found her the cutest thing in the world as she pouted at him while they watched a movie, he’d fake annoyance, of course.

- would bully her (jokefully, ofc) n his excuse would be "i’m just helping her develop thick skin, duh."

- HE WOULD DEFINITELY TRY TO TEACH HER MINECRAFT and then fail bc they’d both end up dead

- for christmas, he would definitely get matching sweaters (custom made if he had to)

- she would help him identify colors n it would be SO CUTE OH MY GOD

- "__, is this green? or yellow?"

- "geeeorge, it’s yellow!" she’d say in a ‘duh’ tone

- he’d smile, blabbering in his defense. "i’m colorblind’ you forget that!"

sapnap

- would get scolded by dream BECAUSE he’d so definitely teach her swear words

- so now this little girl with brownish ginger hair would be running around, screaming "shit! shit! shit!"

- sapnap would stand like a proud dad, that was until dream swatted his chest and started going off

- "sapnap you absolute moron! she’s like 5!"

- "so? you gotta teach them early, clay."

- they’d be arguing with each other, not realizing she had gone off somewhere without them noticing

- "that’s not appro- wait, where is she?" dream would realize

- "dream! this is your fault!" sapnap would scream, putting the blame on his best friend

- "i was being a good uncle, wait- is that even what i am?"

- “no, fucking dumbass!" they’d still be arguing as they hurriedly searched for his little sister. "__! come here! where’d you run off to?"

- "excuse me, you’re the fucking dumbass." dream says, checking on the sofa for the little girl.

- "fucking dumbass! dumbass!" a high pitched voice came from the backyard, where she was sat, playing with patches.

- "dude! why’d you just start teaching her to say dumbass!" clay groaned.

- "nuh-uh, that was YOU she was mimicking, dream."

- sapnap would not know how to tend to his little sister, so dream would be a babysitter basically (to both of the siblings, actually)

- if he wasn't living with dream, and instead was with his parents

- he would get scolded even more, for being a bad influence and always arguing with a small child

- "HEY! give me the remote! we're gonna watch anime, not some cocomelon shit!"

quackity

- like sapnap, he'd be a super bad influence

- but also would be hELLA protective. like. if u ever laid a finger on his little sister you'd be dead

- would def teach her swear words as well BUT ON ACCIDENT

- like it'd be all on accident because he does it so much that she just picks up on it

- LMAO he'd trick her and be all like "hey sis, did you know dad's name is actually shithead?"

- they'd be chaotic asf

- he'd so use her for 'clout,' if he didn't keep it completely off the internet

- this is super random but hear me out,, painting stream with little sister where they followed a bob ross tutorial

- would just be an absolute mess.

- it'd end up somewhat looking like if a 2 year old made it. (keep in mind the sister is around 4-6 and quackity is. well.)

- if she ever got paint on her hand she'd instinctively go "shit!" and it would catch alex off guard

- "who taught you that?"

- "you, alex!" his sister would giggle

- "WHAT? NO! okay, guys, i'm not a bad brother i swear-"

- sometimes he'd just be playing minecraft on the dsmp with her just sitting in his lap occasionally point out things and talking n it'd be super cute

- would get ugly matching clothes that say shit like "best grandma ever" and "best granddaughter ever" (he'd wear the granddaughter one)

- if he was caught being 'nice' to his sister, i feel like he'd try to toughen up and pretend like he he doesn't care (but in reality ofc he'd give up the world for her)

- karl

- would be whoooooolesomee as HEEELLLL

- i feel like he'd definitely love to bond with her more off stream (as the other boys would too)

- always ready to drop anything for her

- him and his little sister would both just be two bundles of joy

- would have movie nights with her n quackity / sapnap and the pair would be asleep in minutes with the little girl peacefully resting on his lap or chest

- i think it'd be super casual if she was on stream

- like maybe she'd be staying over at his place and she'd just walk in while he's streaming

- 3 soft knocks on his door would just barely be picked up by the mic

- karl gets up n opens the door, his face lighting up when he realized it was his little sister

- "oh! hi lovely," he'd pick her up gently and bring her to see the stream

- sitting on his lap, he'd make her say hi to the chat and his friends if he was on vc with anyone

- chat. would. be. flooded. with 'AWW'S"

- "guy's she's the cutest, isn't she?"

- "karl? can we pleaaase get ice cream with mom? me hungry."

- "if you give me a kiss, yes." karl smiles, pointing to his cheek.

- "hmph, no no. come get ice cream." she'd tug on his arm.

- he would give in, after a while, of course.

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

You Make me Feel Like a Fool

Yn was a lonely girl in a lonely room with a loud brother who stayed up until 3 a.m. yelling about minecraft things, but tonight Yn was having none of it. She had just found out that Jared, her boyfriend, had been cheating on her, so she pushed herself off her bed and stomped into her older brother George's room.

"GEORGE WILL YOU BE QUITE YOU KNOW I JUST BROKE UP WITH JARED," she said as she pushed in his door, ignoring his cries that he was live. Yn's eyes welled up with tears. George leapt to his feet and hugged her tightly, and all was quiet until a American voice remarked, "o7's in the chat for Gog’s sister," and then all was quiet once again. Yn backed away, tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Yn," George apologised. "It's ok, it's not like it was your fault...what are you doing?" Yn shook her head. "I'm playing Minecraft with Sapnap and Dream" George stated as she looked at his stream, which was now spamed with o7's whatever that meant. "Can I join?" Yn asked, nodding. "This is my sister Yn,” George said as he gently placed her into his seat, putting the headphones on her head and plugging in another set.

"Hey mamas." Said the same American voice, "Hello?" Yn answered, blushing slightly. "I'm Sapnap, but you can call me yours," As George yelled at Sapnap to stop flirting with her, Yn laughed. "I'll be right back, Yn, I have to go to the bathroom." "OK shorty," Yn said with a nod. George messed up her hair and then walked away. Yn returned to the game and smacked Sapnap's character's ass. "YO MAMAS THATS NOT FAIR YOU SMACKED MY ASS LEMME SMACK YOURS," Yn ran to Dream and jumped behind him as he wheezed. "WHAT'S WITH THE NOTFOUNDS RUNNING TO DREAM?" Sapnap cried and crouched, his head bowed as he moved away slowly. Yn dashed out from behind Dream, smacked his ass again, and ran into a village.

"Hey mamas, you should like drop the @ before George gets back" "It's @ (your instagram)," Yn laughed as she felt her cheeks warm up a little. Yn's phone started vibrating like crazy, and she discovered Sapnap and Dream had followed her. She followed them back, and other content creators like Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur had followed her as well. "What happened while I was gone?" George questioned as he read some of the chat "Sapnap tried to smack my ass" Yn stated with a pout "I DID NOT" Sapnap yelled “YES YOU DID ASK DREAM OR CHAT” Yn yelled back George has taken control of Minecraft once more. "Dream?" George inquired. "He did try to smack her ass" he replied before George even asked the question. "SAPNAP GET YOUR BEHIND OVER HERE NOW," George yelled as he chased Sapnap. "No no no, you got it all wrong dude," Sapnap responded.

They all kept playing till George had to stop because it was getting late for them. As George said goodbye to everyone, Yn stood up and stretched. "BYE CHAT!!" Yn said to the camera and waved. George stopped the stream and yawned, "goodnight Yn," he said as he walked towards his room, "goodnight Gogs," Yn replied as she walked towards her room, feeling her phone buzz and pulling it out of her pocket, she saw a message from Sapnap on instagram, Yn laughed, and quickly sent him a goodnight message (the rest of the messages are by the gif ;)).  —Months later—  It had been half a year since Yn met Sapnap and Dream and started her own streaming account, which had almost as many followers as George's because the majority of her fans were his stans. Today, Yn was doing a Q&A with Sapnap, which she was hoping would go well.

When Yn called Sapnap, she noticed his face cam was already on and that his room appeared different. "Why the honk does your room look different?" she wondered  and he shrugged. "Welcome back, my little meow meows," Yn said as she began her stream. "Today, I'll be doing a Q and A with the one and only-" Yn remarked after she read many of the hellos. Sapnap cut her off, "ME SHE'S TALKING ABOUT ME LOSERS," he said.

-----

"Oh, this one is for you, Yn," Sapnap added, "do you have a crush on someone, if so, who - user162?" Yn smiled, and everything was wonderful until than.  Yn flushed and simply replied, "yes, I have a crush on someone I can't name because I know he doesn't like me back." Yn noticed Sapnap's face drop as her chat began to fill with sad faces. "You ok Panda?" Yn asked. "I'm good," Sapnap said with a nod. 'I challenge you to contact your crush and confess,' said a dono, Yn felt her heart plummet but race at the same moment Yn picked up her phone "Yn you don't have to if you aren't comfortable with it" Yn smiled at Sapnap and dialled his number. He picked up the phone and accepted the call. "You make me feel like a fool Sapnap," Yn said through the discord video call as she watched his face get red as he looked at her. She hung up and ended the stream tears flowing down her cheeks.

[fashion-fasting]

FIRE & ICE (Rafe Cameron& JJ Maybank)-Part 4-(smut)

“ A midsummers Runaway”

Warnings- smut,language,little bit of fluff

Previous chapters-

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

After countless attempts to get ahold of rafe after leaving the chateau this morning You decided the best plan of action was to just turn up at his house , and pray that he’s not too pissed at you.

“Hey wheez , is rafe home?”

“He’s out the back”she gestured

“Ok thanks” you say making your way through the house

“Alice , just a warning he’s been sulking all night so good luck with him” wheezie shouted rolling her eyes.

As you stepped out into the garden you attempted to brace yourself for whatever mood you were about to find rafe in.

There he was ..jaw clenched , refusing to make eye contact with you

“ rafe I’m sorry ok , i know you’re upset but I’m here now and I promise I’ll make it up to you” making your way towards your boyfriend

“How many times are you going to pick those pouges over me Alice? Do you even love me” he hissed

“ what sort of question is that?! Of course I love you, I’m sorry I didn’t realise the time and by the time I had finished work I crashed” now settling yourself on his lap

You place both hands on his face turning him towards you, you were aware your attempt at an apology was lousy but there was no way you could tell him about what was going on. Gazing into his eyes you placed a kiss on his lips.

“Please can you just forgive me” pushing your bottom lip out , you knew he couldn’t stay mad at you forever

“You need to start putting me first Alice, I’m your boyfriend and I need you to be there when I need you” he sighed

“Listen , I promise this was just a one off ok my attention is all on you now” your hand tracing down his chest

“Prove it” he bit back ,switching your position so you were now straddling him

“Rafe we are in broad daylight,what if people see?”you giggled

“Fuck it”he growled gripping on to your ass

Biting your lip, you leaned in closing the little gap you had between eachother , and smashed your lips into his. You loved sex with rafe but you loved make up sex with him even more

This kiss was rough your Cheeks flushed,hands making their way to grip onto his hair all the while never coming up for air. Rafes hands found their way to your top , breaking away from the kiss he looked at you waiting for your approval. You nodded lifting your arms for him to remove it. The kiss deepened our tongues fighting for dominance, his hands then making his way to the strings of your bikini top when all of a sudden..

“JESUS CHRIST MY EYES” screamed wheezie quickly removing her glasses

“Shit” you jumped up grabbing your top off the ground

“ wheeze I’m so sorry”

Rafe stood up trying not to laugh at the situation, a smirk appeared on his face . You punched his arm and gave hun a deathly glare.

“Please NEVER do that again” she pleaded “rafe dad needs you to go pick your suit for tonight”

“I’ll see you later baby, we can finish off what we started” he whispered to your ear , leaving you with a wink

A awkward silence filled the air , wheezie still trying to burn out the images in her mind from what she had just witnessed . That poor girl would be scarred for life , if she had come out a couple of minutes later she’d definitely need therapy.

“Sooo , I’m just going to go find Sarah” awkwardly making your way past wheezie

“ yup I think that’s a good idea”

“Ok bye” you find yourself shooting up the stairs straight into Sarah’s room , slamming the door behind you and letting out a deep sigh

You and Sarah still hadn’t had a chance to discuss what was going on with John b yet or about the hunt for the gold. You could sense there was still some tension there after Yesterday but similar to her brother , there was no way you two could stay mad at eachother for long.

“Uh hi” Sarah mutters

“ I’ve already had your brother mad at me today , I can’t take you being mad at me aswell” you say sounded defeated

“I’m not mad , I just wish you’d told me” Sarah sighs

“Right back at ya , please tell me what is going on with you and John b” raising an eyebrow

You both spent the next 2 hours gossiping , Sarah filled you in on her little adventure with John b and how she was going to break up with topper. And as you did every year you both decided to get ready with eachother for midsummers.

You helped Sarah pick out her dress , thus she did the same for you. A sense of relief filled you knowing things were back to normal between the both of you. Once dressed stood in front of the large mirror you couldn’t help but feel sad looking at the girl staring back at you. The dress was beautiful it hugged every curve of your body, the colour complimented your skin so beautifully it was perfect,But you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy about tonight , this was the first year at midsummers without your mother by your side and you didn’t know how you’d get through the night knowing she wasn’t with you.

“Sarah I don’t know if I can do this” placing your face in your hands

A look of confusion and worry was plastered across Sarah’s face, before it hit her. You missed your mom

“ girl you look beautiful and I know you miss her,but she loved midsummers and so do you , I’ll be by your side every step of the way. I’ve got you” Sarah insisted holding onto your hands.

She wiped a tear away from your face and placed her hand out gesturing for you to take it.

“Come on , we can do this” she stated

Giving in you linked your hand with hers and took a deep breath before making your way downstairs. Once you arrived downstairs you were greeted by the rest of the Cameron’s and your father.

“ Right that’s everyone ready , now let’s get to the club before we are late” demanded ward

(.....)

Once you had arrived at the club , rafe locked hands with you keeping you close to him. A round of applause greeted us when we joined the rest of the party. He noticed your body tense up so he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You look so incredibly beautiful tonight” he gushed , not being able to take his eyes off you. He was truly in awe of you.

Blushing you replied “you don’t look to bad yourself cameron” a small smile appearing on your face.

You had somehow lost Sarah during this time but were quickly interrupted by topper and kelce. The three boys were now deep in a conversation about golf which was starting to put you to sleep.

“I’m going to go find kie , I’ll see you in a bit” placing a quick peck to rafes lips who just nodded and continued on his conversation.

You spotted kiara and pope by the bbq so you rushed over

“Damn girl you look good” whistled kie

“Here come Lord Capital and the Exploiters” kie huffed looking towards the Cameron’s and my father

“I’ll try not to take offence to that one” you laughed

“She's gonna poke somebody's eye out with that” pope chuckled pointing at rose who look awfully like lady liberty tonight

We all broke out into laughter, scanning the club full of kooks.

“Have you guys seen jj ? You questioned

Both pouges shook their head

“Strange , he told me he’d be here tonight although I don’t think I want to know how or why that is”

Some more time had passed , you had made your way onto the dance floor beers in hand in hopes it would get you through the rest of the night. Hips swaying , music blaring trying to make the night less painful. All of a sudden JJ appeared grabbing your hand and spinning you around, You scanned his body up and down puzzled as to why he was wearing a waiters uniform. You couldn’t help but think about how good he looked, deep down you knew that was treading on dangerous territory. JJ had noticed you staring at him and smirked

“Like what you see princess? Wiggling his eyebrows

“Shut up” you laughed hitting his arm

“Dare I ask how the hell you got your hands on that uniform maybank?” Continuing to dance around him

JJ was blown away at how gorgeous she looked,watching every inch of her body move dancing around him. Her beauty had him in a trance, he swore his heart skipped a beat whenever he looked at her. Her body was so unique , the way the wind danced in her hair. She was danger and temptation to him but yet he could never take his eyes away. So much so that he completely blanked out during the conversation.

“Hello earth to J” snapping your fingers in his face

“Uh sorry , Um it’s probably best you don’t know how but do you know where Sarah is?” He asked stuttered

“Somewhere inside I think why what’s up?did you come all the way here for Sarah cameron” folding your arms , as selfish as it was you’d hoped jj had come to see you.

“ I have a note for her from Vlad”

“Vlad? Ohhh vladddd, what’s it say” you question trying to get a peak

Just as jj was going to respond a figure found it’s way between you both . That figure being none other than Rafe .

Fucking great , he was not going to be happy to find you with jj again.

“Now pouge what have I told you about slithering around my girl?” Rafe fumed

“She not your property pretty boy” jj snapped back

Topper and kelce joined rafe in squaring up to the Pouge.

“Rafe stop it he’s just here to work ok leave him be , now come on We have something we need to finish off” grabbing his hand you pulled rafe away trying to take his focus off jj

“Real nice seeing you again jj , maybe you can find a girl of your own one day instead of creeping around mine” Rafe shouted

JJ hated that guy with a burning passion , what the fuck did Alice see in him he’s the biggest douche in the obx. But yet again he had to witness that douche taking off with the girl he loved.

(...)

Pulling rafe into the bathroom , you quickly locked the door behind you. Making sure this time you were not interrupted.

“I really wish you’d stop egging him on every time you see him” grabbing his suit pulling him closer to you

“He needs to learn what’s mine baby”lifting your chin up looking at you with lust filled eyes

“Everyone knows I’m yours and only yours rafe”

You begin leaving a trail of wet kisses down his neck ,sucking on his soft spots.

A groan escapes his lips , he swiftly picks you up and places you on the counter. Lips colliding , tongue entering your mouth as his hands explore your body. His hands slowly inching towards your underwear

“Fuck you’re so wet for me” he groans

His hands finding their way to your core, he slowly slipped his fingers in to you working on your sweet spot.chucking your head back you let out a soft moan. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you with each time picking up speed. Rafe flung your leg over his shoulder pushing your dress up,keeping eye contact with you the whole time as he started to kiss down your thigh. Without warning his mouth attached to your core, his tongue focusing on your most sensitive spot.

“Oh my god rafe, I need more” you begged

“You’re taking me so well baby, no one touches you this good do they baby”

“No-no only you rafe , Fuck” you could feel yourself starting to clench your walls around his fingers

With each of your moans rafe could feel himself getting harder , he needed to be inside you. You pulled his face up from between your legs and smashed your lips into him , now tasting yourself.

“Rafe Cameron I need you to fuck me right now” you demand

Quickly undoing his belt you pull his trousers down , and wrapped your legs around his waist. He lined up against your entrance before slamming into you

“So fucking tight” he groans placing his head on your shoulder, each thrust getting harder and harder. He then reached back down and placed his hand on your Clit rubbing it in circular motions. The cold sensation of his rings against your core was driving you wild.

Digging your nails into his back rafe let out a loud moan. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer .

“Right there rafe , don’t stop” nails digging into his shoulders

“I want you to watch me fuck you, turn around princess” he demanded

He quickly pulled out of you and pushed your face against the mirror infront , lifting your dress back up he slaps down hard on your ass before slamming back into you without warning. You had now formed the perfect rhythm, pushing your ass back against him to make each thrust deeper. The sound of your hips pounding echoed the room. Now gripping onto the sink you started to feel yourself coming undone

“I’m going to cum rafe”each moan leaving your lips getting louder

“Cum for me baby girl” Rafe said as he carried on pounding you from behind, waiting for you to reach your high

He started to feel his thrusts getting sloppy, knowing you were both about to finish

“Cum in me rafe , I need all of you inside me” you begged

“Fuck Alice” the final sentence escaped his lips as he hit his climax filling you up.

“Have I made it up to you now” you giggle trying to catch your breath

(....)

Once they had both composed themselves they exited the bathroom only to hear screams coming from the guests outside

They quickly run towards the noise to see what is going on. And what Alice was met with was about to change things forever

The party has now been raided by FBI agents, Alice and the pouges all rushed to eachother thinking that they had found out about the gold.

“ Jacob Cade you are under Arrest” said the FBI agent who was now pinning Alice’s dad against the wall.

“WHAT!”

Gasps left everyone’s lips

“ this can’t be right surely there’s been a mistake” chuckles ward

“ you can’t arrest my dad he hasn’t done anything” Alice fought to get through the agents.

“ Jacob Cade you are under arrest for the murder of Isobel Cade you do not have to say anything , anything you do say will be given in evidence”

Alice felt her heart stop, all eyes were now on her. Her world felt like it was crashing down around her. There must be a mistake she thought , Isobel killed her self, she spent the last year grieving for her mom only to find out it’s all been a lie.

“ there’s got to be a mistake right dad?! Alice pleaded to him tears filling her eyes

“DAD TELL THEM THEY ARE WRONG” she screeched

Jacob just stared at Alice not saying a word, no reassuring her , no defending himself he just let the FBI agents take him away

The silence was deafening.

She started to scream , she felt as if she couldn’t breathe . All the whispers around her were too much to handle , rafe tried to grab her to calm her down but she pushed him away

“GET AWAY FROM ME, EVERYONE GET AWAY”

Jj, kie and pope tried to step in to help their friend but it was no use , she was inconsolable.

Alice needed to go , she needed to get away from all of this , surely it was just a bad dream she kept repeating to herself

She took off her heels and ran into the woods she ran until she couldn’t anymore. When she was finally away from any human life she collapsed into the mud clutching her chest praying that this pain would go away

To be continued.....

[aslitheryprinx]

can we get a part 2 to the smolbois inc story? What happens next to Tommy?

Sure!

Sorry this is so long; I haven't figured out how to add the read more section, and I kept thinking of more I wanted to add.

TW for a panic attack!

Rising Tensions part 2

How was he going to get out of this one?

When in doubt, Tommy thought, bluff your way out.

"And how do you know it wasn't a mouse?" He asked, acting offended. The giants exchanged a look.

"It's fucking rude to accuse someone you just met of stealing, did you know that? You're being rude right now," he said.

"You were sneaking around our house," Tubbo pointed out. Tommy puffed himself up, glaring at the giant with all the indignation he could muster.

"And did you consider that I'm lost, big man? Maybe I just wandered into your house by accident. Now you've accused me of sneaking and stealing." Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"You came out of the walls," the taller giant said.

"Well… well," Tommy stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, "well, that's how I accidentally wandered in! We found these caves and found these caves, and they were all twisty and shit and we got lost and then ended up here." He realized his mistake and tried to backtrack. "I mean I got lost-"

"We? There are more of you?" Tubbo asked eagerly. Tommy felt a shiver of unease. Wasn't Tubbo some sort of scientist? Anything that made him sound that excited worried him. Besides he wasn't going to sell out his family just because the giant noticed his fuck up.

"It was just a slip of the tongue, man, fuck off!" He snapped.

"It sounds more like a slip up that you didn't want us knowing about. And you said 'we' twice," Tubbo argued, seeing right through his bullshit. Tommy stiffened. Why was he so bad at lying? Was Tubbo going to try and lure his family out now?

"Why are you trying to hide that there's more of you? Are you some sort of secret agent? Probably not, you're shit at lying. Maybe you're hiding someone important like a prince or government official! Or you're part of a traveling circus!" Tubbo rambled.

"There's not more of me, you dick!"

Tommy was having trouble staying calm. He'd been too busy trying to bullshit his way out of trouble that he hadn't focused on the situation he was actually in. What was going to happen to him? What would the giants do to him? If they caught his family, what would they do to them?

"Are you going to fucking let me go, now?" He snapped, only a tiny bit of the nervousness he felt creeping into his voice.

"Sure," Ranboo said.

"No," Tubbo said at the same time. Tommy's heart dropped.

"What do you mean no," Ranboo asked, sounding confused.

"I still have more questions! He can't go yet!" The smaller giant whined. So he wanted to keep Tommy here? Like a prisoner- or worse, a fucking pet. Breathing suddenly seemed really hard to Tommy.

"Like what?" Ranboo asked. Tubbo's eyes shone with excitement as he started to list off questions.

"Like where he's been living this whole time- I don't buy the mouse thing, I think it's been him and whoever else the whole time. It explains why there was no mouse shit. Also why is he here in the first place? And I wanna know about humans! What do they even eat? Is it the same as giants or something else? Where do humans even live? And how do they-"

"Tubbo! Tubbo, stop for a second," Ranboo interrupted, and Tubbo's rambling about human came to a halt. Ranboo was peering down at Tommy, the same concerned expression on his face.

"His… his heart is beating really fast," Ranboo said. Huh. Tommy hadn't really noticed, but it was pretty fast. It was kind of loud and uncomfortable now that he was paying attention.

"Oh, shit," Tubbo exclaimed. Then he was leaning down, peering at Tommy with wide eyes. A finger reached out and he flinched, but it never touched him. Ranboo had pulled him back away from Tubbo.

"Stop poking at him," the giant said, annoyed.

"I'm just trying to see if he's sick or something!" Tubbo protested.

"He's probably having a panic attack! I think we scared him," Ranboo said.

Panic attack? Wilbur and Techno both got those sometimes. He'd never had one, but hey, maybe it was genetics or some shit.

His vision went a little blurry, and he tried to breathe. It felt like something was sitting on his chest. Why was it so hard to breathe? He thought panic attacks just made you breathe really fast, not make you suffocate!

"Woah, woah! You've gotta breathe… um… human," Ranboo said awkwardly.

"Human?" Tubbo repeated, sounding unimpressed.

Tommy was trying so hard to breathe in. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, none of his breaths were doing anything. He inhaled again, and there was a slight wheeze.

"I forgot to ask his name earlier!"

"What the hell man?"

"Hey, um, what is your name?"

…

Oh god, they were talking to him.

In between the struggling breaths, Tommy tried to focus on actually listening to what was going on rather than just let the noises pass over him.

"W-what?" He asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He blamed it on the lack of oxygen. He was ignoring his pounding heart and shaky hands.

"Your name?" Tubbo prompted.

"T-Tommy," he managed to force out between panicked breaths.

"Ok, Tommy can you try to breathe s-" Ranboo started.

"'m fucking trying to breathe!" Tommy gasped out. He meant to sound pissed, but his voice sounded weak and shaky. He hated it.

"Slowly," Ranboo said gently. "try to breathe slower."

Tommy gave him a doubtful look.

"It'll help, I promise," Ranboo said. "I get panic attacks a lot, it really does help."

Tommy tried. He did. But he kept freaking out, thinking if he didn't keep inhaling he'd just run out of air. Some part of him recognized that breathing slowly should help, but he just couldn't quite manage to do it.

"You've got this, boss man," Tubbo said softly. "Just keep trying."

He kept trying. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to force himself to take longer to breathe. It did help.

"You're doing great," Ranboo encouraged.

"Yeah! Kick it's ass!" Tubbo cheered. Tommy managed a strangled sounding laugh.

It took several painful minutes, but Tommy managed to start breathing normally again. He had a headache, but he kind of thought he'd gotten off easy. He'd seen some of Wil and Techno's attacks and they could last for hours.

Now that he understood what it really felt like, he felt a sense of horror that they had to deal with this so often, and a sense of pride that his brothers were strong enough to fight them off and keep enjoying their lives. He thinks he would hate existence if this happened to him multiple times a month.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you, Tommy," Tubbo said. Tommy was still a little nervous about what the giants wanted from him, but Tubbo seemed so genuine. It was hard to believe they wanted to hurt him when they both seemed so concerned. And they'd been really gentle so far. So maybe… maybe his fears were unfounded and he was just being a little bitch.

"As long as you're not keeping me here forever, it's fine," he said. Well, he had to make sure. Just in case. Tubbo made a face.

"What like a prisoner? That would be fucking weird, boss man. We're not doing that."

"You can leave whenever you want," Ranboo told him. "Tubbo was just being nosy earlier."

"I am not nosy!" Tubbo protested. Ranboo rolled his eyes but kept his focus on Tommy.

"Can… can I go now?" Tommy asked, putting Ranboo's statement to the test. He may have decided that the giants wouldn't hurt him, but he was still overwhelmed and ready to go home. He was exhausted from the panic attack.

"Of course," Ranboo said. He paused, and Tommy fidgeted nervously as he made no move to set him down. "Um… do you want me to set you down here or take you back to where you were earlier?"

Ah. It had only been a few quick steps for Ranboo, but it would probably take Tommy forever to get back there on his own.

"If you wouldn't mind giving me a ride, big man," he said, trying to sound causal. Ranboo grinned.

"RanUber coming up," he said.

"Why not RanbUber?- Wait."

"Oh no," Ranboo muttered as he walked across the room. Tommy felt a grin growing on his face.

"RanBOOB!" He shouted.

"Oh, wow, never heard that one before," Ranboo grumbled. "I'm putting you down now."

He lowered his hand, and Tommy hopped off onto the ground. He was a little wobbly for a second, which was weird. Maybe it was kind of like being on a boat for a while, and he had to get readjusted to solid ground.

Once he got his balance back, he started to walk towards the tiny cave entrance. He stopped when Tubbo called out.

"Wait!" Tommy tensed slightly, wondering if Tubbo was changing his mind about letting him leave. But Tubbo just sat down next to where Ranboo had crouched.

"Will you come back and talk to us sometime?" He asked. Tommy hesitated. One the one hand, the giants were kind of fun to talk to, and they had been really nice. On the other hand, they'd also been pretty scary and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted them yet.

"Maybe," he settled on. "No promises." Tubbo looked a little disappointed.

"Alright. I hope you will. Bye, Tommy."

"Bye Tommy," Ranboo echoed.

Tommy gave them one last look before he ducked back into the smaller caves. He walked towards the cave where he and his family had been living. He'd only been walking for a few minutes when he was almost bowled over by Wilbur, who was barreling around the corner like a madman. He'd barely registered who it was when he was pulled into a crushing hug.

"Ack! Wil you're squishing me!" He whined.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere, Tommy I was so worried-"

"Wil, calm down. I was just in a cave that's kind of away from the others. I… I can show you later," he offered a little reluctantly. He hadn't actually gone to the cave he meant to sulk in, but he still kind of wanted to keep it to himself.

"You- it's fine, you don't have to. Just… are you ok? You kind of look like shit." Wilbur had gone full mother hen mode, fussing over him like he was still a baby. The motherfucker was even fixing his hair. And people thought Phil was the overprotective one.

"I'm fine," he said. Wilbur didn't look convinced.

"I'm fine now," he amended. He added quietly, "I uh… I kind of had a panic attack." Wilbur clutched him tighter. God this bitch was clingy when he was upset. Tommy couldn't find it in himself to complain though. The hug felt kind of nice.

"Toms, I'm so fucking sorry," Wilbur said.

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"About what I said earlier." Oh shit, Tommy had forgotten all about the fight. A little bit of guilt churned in his stomach.

"I should not have said that. I was just pissed, and being a dick, and wanted to say something to make you feel bad. But it was such a stupid thing to say."

"Why, because it's true?" Tommy muttered glumly.

"No, because it's a fucking lie, Tommy, and I never should have said it," Wilbur said fiercely.

"But-"

"You didn't know," Wilbur cut him off. "It's not your fault anymore than it is my fault for jumping down after you when you fell, or Techno's for getting us lost, or Phil's for taking us camping to begin with. Not your fault. Alright?"

"Alright, Wil," Tommy muttered. He was still being held hostage by Wilbur's clingy octopus impression. He really had been worried. It was a good thing that Tubbo and Ranboo weren't all that bad, or who knows how freaked out Wil would've gotten.

It occurred to Tommy that he should probably tell his family that he talked to the giants. That they knew Tommy was there, and knew others were with him. It seemed like something important. But… he kind of wanted to talk to them again. He didn't think Wil would let him go if he found out, let alone his actual father.

So he just… didn't say anything. They didn't need to know. If it ever came up, well… he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

Part one