#I checked my entire room and nada

[freakova]

About to go to bed but found a snake in my room

[tan1shere]

Mind Games

Billie Eilish x Female reader !

A/n: got a few ideas for this story and I'm so insanely proud of it, I just hope everyone else enjoys it <3

Warnings: SMUT HOES mdni. Ice play, pure filth, strap usage, sub/bratty reader, soft dom billie + a mommy kink 😁 lmk if I missed anything !!

Summary: Billie had been working all day for the past few days, you had been a bit bored and she was being a bit dry with you, causing you to get moody, just wanting some of her attention. You definitely got your wish in the end.

Masterlist

All day. All fucking day she had been in that room. You understand she was working, you got that. But even Finneas told her she didn't need to. Billie was always a hard worker but this had been going on for three days straight you missed her. You were starting to get sexually frustrated, considering you hadn't even had a slight kiss in days, you just wanted to be with her. You'd occasionally go in there to check on her, but she was always so dry with you. Which lead you to your new found behavior. And only then did she pry her eyes away from that stupid computer screen.

It was currently 9 pm at night, nearly 10. Your small figure glided through the small Crack of the door, shutting it quietly behind you. "Baby, come to bed." She waved you off. "Inna minute." Her voice was sharp but at the same time so incredibly dull. This set something off in you. "Orrr you could do it now." She didn't even respond, continuing to click away at the keyboard. You let out an annoyed breath. "You're annoying." You then say. Still, nothing. "My fucking God." You muttered quietly under your breath, but being so close in the silent room, she most definitely heard it. She didn't stop what she was doing though. Letting out a small chuckle. "No need to be like that." Your eyes only roll at that dumb statement. "Theres every need." Again shes not giving you any time of day. "Don't be a pest." Your brows furrow deeply at her words. "Me?! Pft, I'm not the one being dry." She lets out a deep sigh, it coming out a tiny bit raspy.

That just went straight to your core, but you couldn't let it. You needed to keep pestering her the way you were, in order to get any kind of message across. "You want attention?" There, she finally looks at you for what felt like forever. Her eyes had slight bags under them, making her eyes more provoking, you wanted to give yourself up then and there, but you resist. Playing that game. "Yeah, maybe I do? Cuz you're held up in here, when you don't even need to be." Her eyes dart back to the computer screen ignoring everything you had to say, making your frustrations even more visible. "Bitch." You mumbled, going to walk away.

"Sit." She demands sternly, her voice now carrying a slow, taunting tone in the way she spoke. Her hand grips your arm, tightly. Tingles, you silently swallow feelings that sane tingle go through your entire body. You reluctantly do as told, slowly going to sit on her lap. Her hand moves to your hip bone, having it rest there. But she doesn't keep her focus on you for very long. Back to that damn screen again. That irritation still deep within you, taking only one single flick to ignite. She knew what you wanted, but she still wasn't giving it to you. Why? You huff out, letting your focus go onto the door to the room, not even looking at her. "Why so bratty? All because you aren't getting your own way." It's your turn to stay silent. "Cat got your tongue?" Nada. A breath of disapproval leaves her plump lips. Her eyes occasionally look at you and your posture. Your figure. You always wore a black silk night dress to bed, she loved it. The way it'd fall on your body so beautifully. She could never ever resist you when you wore them.

Maybe that was how to get her attention all along. That, and the brattiness. "Alright. Where's my good girl at?" Silence from your end, you wanted to keep this charade up still. "Hm?" She'd continue when you wouldn't respond. Her finger dug into your hip, making you move around a bit, when you finally look at her. Her eyes were the same as her voice, taunting. Sending a shiver down your spine. Those fucking eyes. "Answer me." Again, nothing. "That's the game you wanna play huh?" Her attention was definitely on you now. For the right reason? Who knows. You wondered if you had fucked up, getting a bit nervous at the way she was acting. So nonchalant, her actions so aloof. She wrapped an arm around you, standing with your legs wrapped around her waist.

She strides over to your bedroom, it being dim. The only source of light was coming from your ensuite, that blood red color from the led's cascading into the room you two were in currently. Contrasting how filthy this moment was truly about to be. Your body fell onto the soft black duvet, the bottom of your night dress riding up in the process. She lets her eyes wander for only a second. Making her way over to the closet. "Billi-" But that was instantly cut short when you saw the mix of her HMHAS belt and chains dangling in her right hand. Uh oh. Was the only thing racing through your brain. You were truly in for it.

She comes over to you, her eyes remaining the same, lust filled libido ones from earlier. God this woman. You watch her left hand as it comes in contact with your chin, lifting up your face to look at her. "Do I even need to utter instructions?" She spoke lowly. Do you test it? Continue to be bratty? She wasn't going to go easy on you either way, so you decided it's probably best to behave for now. You give it a moment, putting both of your hands behind your back. She smirks slightly at how well you obeyed. She moves closer to you, looming over your body to tie the belt around your wrists. "Very good." She whispers near your ear. Your breath hitches, closing your eyes. Feeling the coolness of the metal, making your mouth let out a soft gasp. Feeling those same exact shivers all over, once again.

She stood back, observing the scene infront of her. Usually she'd do that and fuck you right then and there. But oh boy were you in for a rude awakening tonight. She leaves the room, making your brows knit together in such confusion, only for her to soon come back with a small glass of ice. Your eyes widen, drifting from the ice, to her face. It had turned evil. Sexy. You didn't want to admit how turned on it made you when she got like this, but it sure did. She drops to her knees, slowly going for the strings of your underwear, sliding them off your soft legs. Letting them pool around your ankles. Her fingers grip one cube, bringing it to your chest. Your body jolts at the cool feeling.

It being soothing in a strange way, as your body had became super hot. Due to the fact she was tormenting you, her eyes, her voice. Her hands. Your brain couldn't function properly. A small noise escapes your lips as the ice slides across your cleavage. Your eyes shutting in the process. She removes it shortly after, getting you to lean back ever so slightly. Her hands spread your legs apart, making the silky fabric slide up your body. Resting on the top of your thighs. Showing how absolutely wet you were for her. She lets out a low hum. Bringing that same chunk of ice to your inner thighs. Sending your eyes shut and mouth agape again. The cool wetness coating your thighs, having you feeling crazy. Loving exactly how it felt. She thought over her next move, gazing your pussy in anticipation. "Watch me turn your mind into my home." She rasps, still maintaining that lustful manner.

Your head lifts, to look at her as she says that. But you're immediately sent back into the state you were in before, as the ice comes in contact with you folds. A moan finally escapes you, she rests her head on her hand, watching everything unfold. You felt such ecstasy as she eventually slide it to your hole, her mouth opens. Mimicking your tiny gasp. She lets a slight chuckle out. "Cute." Your eyes yet again shut, tugging slightly on the restraints. "Bil-"

"Are you my good girl?"

You swallow. "Y-yes." She meets your eyes as they reopen, tilting her head in a way that made a tiny whimper emerge from your slightly swollen lips. Swollen from all the biting you were doing. "Then zip it." You start to frantically nod, earning a cheeky smirk from her end. "Good." She whispers, bringing the ice out again it melting heaps, but before it has completely she moves it up. Kissing your clit perfectly. The icy feeling making you whine out. Keeping silent with your words knowing what she had just said. You couldn't fight this. She thought. Once it's gone she grabs another one, the chill hits your thighs again. "Cold?" You just give a simple nod. "Hmmm. Good." Feeling the feeling you felt before as the ice cube enters your hole. Your back arches wanting more of this feeling. And more. A tiny tired smile is spread across your face, feeling blissed out.

"Think you're winning? With all your grinning?" No answer, only a shake of your head. "but baby. I got the last laugh." You choke on a moan as her fingers suddenly enter you, pushing the ice further in you. Feeling it melt slowly. Her pace was slow and torturing, watching your face contort in pure pleasure. "There she is." Billie draws out. Loving how she has you. Her fingers eventually pick up the pace, sending you into a fit of moans at the rough manner. You were getting there, so incredibly close. She felt it exactly. So ofcourse she pulls them out. "Billiee." You whine, falling back against the bed. She tuts as you speak. "Uh uh, remember what I said." More whines fill her ears, she fucking loved it. Soaking up every delicate sound you made. "Billi please I've been g-" A hand is met with your mouth. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence." Your eyes roll.

Letting out an annoyed groan, her eyebrow raises. To which you only let out a longer one. She removes her hand from your mouth, watching you continue to make that noise. "Touch me." You seem to demand. This makes billie laugh. A laugh you only heard whenever she found something really funny. But this was more vile... Evil... Vicious. You whimper at the jeering tone she was eliciting. "I'm sorry." You pout, regretting all your past decisions that led to this moment. "But I'm loving watching you think you're controlling me instead." The pout becomes more prominent on your lips. She gets close to your face. "Who made you like this?" Her fingers go between your sticky folds. Gathering the sweet necter on her digits. Eventually bringing it to your face. "Go on baby, tell me." Her voice sounded like how velvet felt.

"Y-you." You mumbled. "Sorry what was that mama?" Her fingers go to her mouth, sucking that previous liquid that was coating them. You gulp. "You billie.." Her eyes move to yours, her fingers still in her mouth. Another hum was heard. "Good girl." You breathe out as she says that, feeling your head fall back into the sheets once more. That same finger comes in contact with your face, gently moving over the skin of your cheek. Before she moves it to your lips, you instantly open them, sucking softly. Being on your best behavior now, desperately wanting that release that she neglected earlier on. "Very, very good. Aren't you?" There was a pause. "Only when you want to be, isn't that right?" You keep silent, the most silent you've been that night.

"Don't go quiet on my now angel." You swallow thickly. Her face was inches away from your own. "Isnt. That, right." "Y-yes mommy." A satisfied grin emerges on her features, loving how you called her that. "Such a good girl, huh? ... maybe I should let you cum." Your eyes lit up. She just laughs at your patheticness. Getting up to go get the strap, attaching it to her body. She unties your restraints, letting your arms free. But not for long. She was swift in moving them above your head with one of her hands, staring deep into your soul. "Mind games until you loose control." She breathed against your lips. Your lids flutter shut, squeezing your thighs together. Failing as her legs felt you doing that, using her knees to spread them again. "Once I'm in, there ain't no letting go." She continued, slowly bringing her hand over your face.

Leading down towards your neck, she tightened just a little, watching as your eyes widen. "So pretty.." She trails off, watching the way her hand fit perfectly around your throat. "Mmm." You shut your eyes, feeling the tip prodding at your entrance. A tiny moan surfaces, her hand still holding your wrists letting her other one run from your neck, to your breasts. Very, slowly. When without any warning she takes one big thrust, immediately bottoming out. Having your eyes roll back and your mouth ajar at the insane feeling. "So tight." Your breathing becomes ragged, her pace quickens as more moans come out of you, louder. Just how she liked. If anything you were driving her insane. Not the other way round.

And exactly like before that euphoric feeling crept up making your vision blur. "Please billie please-" You begged. She adored it, she had to let it sink in. The way your whiney voice cracked. "Go on then pretty girl. Cum for me, you deserve it for being sooo good, huh?" You frantically nod as her pace quickens. Her smirk returns as you take every bit of what she's giving you. The feeling comes round, feeling it come crashing down. Gushing out all over the fake dick. She hums truly satisfied at how fucked out you were right now, your breathing slowly coming back. When all of a sudden, she removes her hand from your wrists but only to turn you over. "B-but-" "you didn't think I was done with you, did you?"

A whimper gets let out, feeling the cock still in your sensitive hole, you felt shakey after that last orgasm, trembling as she slightly moves in you.

"Too much.." you breathe sluggishly, closing your eyes as your face smushes into the sheets.

"Mm, isn't it just." .. "might I remind you that you wanted this earlier, correct? Baby."

[thelilylav]

Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

[spookyshipperfics]

Mandatory Training

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: T

Tagging: @today-in-fic

What is it About? During mandatory sexual harassment training, Mulder starts to worry that he’s been bothering Scully. However, she’s quick to correct the misunderstanding.

Read it: “You weren’t trying to slink off to the basement, were you?” Skinner’s voice stopped Mulder so abruptly that his dress shoes squeaked against the tile.

“Who me?” Mulder responded with faux innocence. “Never.”

“Remember, Agent. This sexual harassment training is mandatory, and I expect your butt in that seat,” Skinner warned. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll even learn something.”  

Mulder smirked, making some smartass comment about “not threatening him with a good time” before shuffling into the board room with the rest of the suits. Scully was already there, hands folded in her lap like the perfect student she was. She smiled, and he squeezed her shoulder, taking the seat beside her. The board room felt an awful lot like high school detention, and Mulder fantasized about carving something juvenile into the side of his chair.

Skool suxs , or better yet, Skinner stinkz.

Stuff like this only wasted his time. Important work sat neglected in the basement while he sat in an uncomfortable chair. He had sunflower seeds at the ready, each kernel poised to crunch away boredom and hopefully attract a few annoyed stares. At this point, any distraction was welcome.

However, Mulder’s stomach clenched as the presenter read through the slides. When “Examples of Sexual Harassment” appeared on the screen, it dropped entirely. Each bullet seemed pinpointed at him and Scully—or rather, his interactions with Scully.  

Making comments about a coworker’s physical attributes.

Check.

Inappropriate touching of any body part, including hugging or kissing.

Double check.

Staring.

Hell, he was doing that right now, his eyes glued to the smooth skin of her legs neatly crossed at her ankles.

Suddenly, Mulder was sweating. Flirting with Scully had become a part of his daily routine. Sometimes, she looked so beautiful, he couldn’t help but tell her, even if corny jokes and innuendo often concealed his true affection.

He had memories of flushed cheeks and shy smiles. He even had memories of salacious comebacks. But maybe he’d been mistaken. The idea he could have ever made her uncomfortable made him want to sprint from the room.

Scully twisted in his direction with that damn intuition of hers. “Are you okay?” she mouthed, concerned eyes racking over him.

He thought about screaming at her to face forward—to save herself. Instead, he just nodded, fidgeting endlessly with his pen.

She didn’t seem entirely satisfied with the answer. Curious fingers found his knee, and Mulder nearly leaped to his feet.

She was trying to kill him.

Her hand was gone, but the warmth of her touch lingered. He pried his attention from her—and from her legs. Scully’s gaze burnt like coal, but he wouldn’t look, not even if she started unbuttoning her blouse.

Nope.

Nada.

Well… maybe he’d look.

Who was he kidding? Of course, he’d look. He was absolutely hopeless.

“Mulder, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he responded, eyes boring into the parchment paper that once housed his turkey sandwich. After the meeting, Scully returned to the office with coffee and subs; he returned with nothing but guilt. They’d sat in silence with the desk between them.   

“You haven’t even looked at me since we got here.”

“Hmmm.”

“Mulder!” This time, she nearly yelled it.

His head snapped up. The crumbs on his empty wrapper hadn’t been half as captivating as her eyes, now icy and sharp.   

“What’s going on with you?”  

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess that training… it got under my skin.”

She chuckled. “Really? Wait,” she dismissed her laughter with the wave of a hand. “I shouldn’t laugh. It just doesn’t seem like you.” Then, she pouted. “Is somebody bothering you at work?”

“What? No,” he insisted.

“Then what’s wrong?”

He shrugged. “After hearing all that, I’m worried I’ve been bothering you.”

Her face turned as hard as marble. Mulder readied himself to leave, to walk straight to Quantico and slap his resignation on Skinner’s desk, neatly typed and double spaced.   

Sorry, sir. I’ve really done it this time. I ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Better yet, why not cut out his heart? Surely, he wouldn’t need it if he didn’t have Scully. Why wait? He could do it right now in the office. That letter opener looked pretty sharp. The janitor might not be too happy about the mess, but—

“Why would you think that?” she asked.

“Well, those slides.” He cleared his throat. “They mentioned touching, staring, and… uh… making comments about a coworker’s physical attributes.

“Mulder.” Her lips curved into that pout again.

He’d heard her say his name like that thousands of times. It was tinged with disappointment and just a trace of sadness. Heat rushed to his face. His hand twitched with the desire to dump his now-cold coffee over his head.

“I think you forgot what adjective preceded those verbs,” she continued.

“Scu—”

“ Unwanted .”

His eyebrows jumped to his forehead. “So, you’re saying...”

“I’m saying none of those things are a problem if they’re wanted by the recipient. That’s the point you missed back there—the point you’ve been missing for years.”  

Part of him felt like collapsing from relief. The other part wanted to leap into the air. Did he have champagne somewhere in the office? He felt like popping some.

“Don’t look so smug,” Scully warned, mouth curling into a shy smile.

He didn’t want to lose momentum now. Rising to a stand, his hands found purchase among the ink blotter and scattered files. “So, just to confirm, touching your lower back is…”

“Gentlemanly,” she responded while mirroring his movement so they were both leaning across the desk.    

“Offering you a hug?”

“Comforting.”

“Holding your hand?”

“Sweet.”

“My bad habit of staring?

Her gaze flicked to his mouth before refocusing on his eyes. “Erotic,” she whispered.

He closed the distance, lips finding hers after waiting for so long. They were so soft that he was reluctant to stop. “And what about that?”  

“Perfect,” she uttered.  

It took everything in him not to pull her onto the desk. He was still gawking at her like a love-drunk idiot when she removed lab results from one of the files instead of a marriage certificate. Her cheeks were still flush, her eyes twinkling as she launched into every reason she was right and he was wrong about the current case.

The smile never left his face.

Skinner was right. Mulder did learn something. He loved Scully, and she loved him back.

Come show some love on a03 here.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

If the muse should so cooperate- I would love to see the reaction at Skadi after Katniss made her reservation to go for a visit. Did Gramps know right off it was her? Did Haymitch give the heads up? Did Gramps know and wait to tell Peeta? How did that conversation unfold? POV doesn’t matter to me.

Soooooo this has been sitting in my inbox for literal years. Sorry about that. And while I am still focusing on Spellbound for now, it doesn't hurt to exercise the Outside Chance muscles every so often to keep that universe fresh in my mind. Especially since the Outside Chance universe is up next on the To Do list once I finish Spellbound.

Some fun, from a different POV than what I usually give you all. It worked a little better coming from Monique, since she works the front desk at Skadi and would have a front row seat to the entire thing unfolding. The only thing it doesn't directly answer is whether or not Haymitch gave Eirik a heads up (he did), but it is implied here. Hope you enjoy! And now back to work on Spellbound.

~~

I need a break. It’s been insane since I sat down at the desk. And I use the phrase “sat down at” in a metaphorical sense. I’ve been standing the whole time. Moving between the front desk and the office behind the desk where we store all our random shit we need throughout the day to take care of our guests. We’re just on the downslope of the season, and a quick glance at our weather forecasts has me smiling at the guest I’m helping and answering their question.

“Weather service is predicting another eight inches at least from this storm that’s moving through in two or three days,” I tell him and he taps his Epic Pass on the desk with a wide grin.

“Awesome. Might trap me here for a few more days. Any chance I can go ahead and extend my room?”

“Mmm, that might be difficult. We’re pretty well booked for the rest of this week and next week, too. But I can check for you. Stop by after you’re done skiing and ask me then?” I suggest. 

He nods and walks off. I can feel my customer service smile slipping, but a genuine one takes its place as my boss steps up to the counter, leaning heavily on it, taking his weight off his cane as he gives me a bright smile in return.

“Hey Mr. Tjalaand, how’s it going?” I ask in a sing-songy voice and he chuckles.

“Not bad, Monique. Any word on our high profile guest?”

“Uh-uh. Haven’t seen her name on any of the guest lists, and I’ve been checking every chance I get,” I tell him. Just to be sure, I type in the names again, in two separate searches, just to be safe.

Katniss -- nope.

Everdeen -- nada.

“She’s not here. If she’s coming tomorrow, she’s gonna have a hard time finding a room,” I say and Mr. Tjalaand mutters under his breath, but then his eyes light up.

“Perhaps she has registered under a fake name,” he says, and I nod.

“It’s possible, but she could’ve used anything.”

“You can search guests based on their address, yes?”

“Sure,” I say brightly. “Where’s Ms. High Profile coming from?”

“Colorado Springs,” he says, which gives me a moment’s pause. We don’t get many guests from C. Springs. They’ve got their own skiing all around them in Colorado. Only the die-hard skiers from C. Springs or the ones who want slightly wilder slopes come here. Still, I type it in my search and come back with two hits.

“I’ve got a Mike Norbert and a Kay Brookes from Colorado Springs checking in tomorrow.”

“Kay… clever girl,” he murmurs. I smile over his shoulder as his grandson, who I like to think of as my other boss, even if he doesn’t officially have the title yet, approaches. We all know it’s coming one day. But Mr. Tjalaand hasn’t seen Peeta yet and continues talking to himself. “Using their names. As if we wouldn’t notice.”

“What wouldn’t we notice?” Peeta asks and Mr. Tjalaand jumps, cries out, clearly startled.

“What?” he asks Peeta once he’s gotten ahold of himself.

“We’ve got a guest coming tomorrow, using a fake name so we don’t know it’s them. Some big name athlete,” I whisper conspiratorially. Peeta smiles slightly and turns to his grandfather.

“Seriously? Ryen’s dumb enough to try a fake name?”

“Er… not Ryen,” Mr. Tjalaand says, then does that thing they always do. He switches to Norwegian, so that no one else can understand what they’re saying. Joke’s on them. I’ve been learning Norwegian. Not enough to be fluent, or proficient. Or to even catch full sentences with the rapid pace Mr. Tjalaand is speaking, but I can read Peeta’s face.

And he’s. Not. Happy.

Mr. Tjalaand actually shrinks away from him a little bit as he gestures wildly and continues to explain to Peeta. I catch something about training and home and upset. Maybe a name I file away. Haymitch. The word tomorrow.

Peeta starts shaking his head. And although he’s whispering, there’s no disguising the hurt and anger in his voice when he cuts his grandfather off and asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?” At least I think that’s what he says. Mr. Tjalaand fires back. It’s settled blah blah blah blah I suggest blah blah blah something about one of our trails.

When it’s over, Eirik looks smug and Peeta walks off before I can even ask if he’s okay. What a dumb question. Of course he’s not okay. It’s written all over his face and his body language that he’s not okay. But why’s this guest set him off so much?

Mr. Tjalaand sighs as he turns back to me and gives me a small smile. “I apologize for my grandson.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” I ask and Eirik waves off the concern.

“He will need to be. I will not tolerate his moping about this any longer.” 

I don’t wanna say it, but I kinda agree with my boss. Much as I love working for them both, much as I consider Peeta a good friend, he can be moody and mopey sometimes. Not that he doesn’t have reason and all, but sometimes I just wanna slap him for his dumb decisions.

“You will tell me the moment our guest checks in tomorrow?”

“If I’m on shift, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Good,” he says with a firm nod. “Thank you, Monique.”

“Sure thing, boss,” I say and give him a playful salute as he walks off. I wait until he’s out of sight before I turn to my coworker. “You got this, Haydn?”

“Yeah. Seems to have calmed down for a moment.”

“I’m going to Rooba’s. You want me to get anything for you?”

“Red Bull and one of those caesar chicken wraps.”

“You got it,” I tell her as I slip out from behind the desk and basically jog to Rooba’s Lobby Stop. I skid to a halt next to her and she smiles at me.

“Where’s the fire?”

“Okay. So. I need to know what kind of serious shit is about to go down in this place so I’m ready to handle it.”

“Uh-huh,” Rooba says but continues to stock her shelves, replenishing after the mid afternoon rush. “I’m listening.”

Of course she is. Rooba’s a gossip hound. “Two days ago, Eirik came to me and said we’d be having a high profile visitor arrive in three days, which is, you know… tomorrow. Some Olympic athlete I’d never heard of, but anyways. He says he wants to know the second she books her room.”

“Interesting,” Rooba prompts me to keep going.

“Well today, she still hadn’t shown up on the guest lists. So he asks me to search by where she’s coming from, and turns out she’s registered under a fake name, or at least he’s pretty sure she is. So he’s figuring this all out and Peeta walks up--”

“Uh-huh,” Rooba murmurs, her eyes bright as she hones in on what I know she can tell is the juicy part.

“-- and they start talking in Norwegian, as they do.”

“You catch any of it?”

“Some. Not enough. All I know is Peeta is not happy about this person coming here, but Eirik is tickled pink about it, so I need to know who this is and why she’s already causing problems in my lobby.”

Rooba snorts. “What’s the name, girl?”

“Right, sorry,” I say. “Katniss Everdeen?”

“Kat--” Rooba gasps and drops the pile of chips she was holding. “Oh shit.”

I glance down at the mess with her, then back up at her face. Her eyes and mouth are wide for an instant, but then her lip trembles and her eyes go a little glassy. “Katniss is coming home tomorrow?”

“Coming home?” I ask, but Rooba has moved on. She’s frantically scooping up the dropped chips and I kneel down to help her.

“So you know that name.”

“Oh my -- oh no wonder Peeta was so upset. My poor boy, finding out like that.”

And it’s those words that make it click in my mind as we stand up with the chips in our hands. “Don’t tell me she’s that girl. The one with him in all the pictures on The Wall that no one will talk about like she’s a curse?”

Rooba scowls at me and snatches the chips from my hand. “Katniss is not a curse. She’s… oh my poor girl must be hurting so bad if she’s coming home after all these years.”

I can feel my eyebrows raise at that. I watch Rooba stock the chips as I grab Haydn’s lunch, and something for myself.

“Coming home tomorrow. I don’t even have any Milk Duds or that strawberry lemonade thing she always drank, or her favorite tea,” she’s muttering as I approach the register. “Too late to have them here by tomorrow. I’ll just have to add them to the order for next week. If she’s even staying that long…”

I clear my throat while she rings me up. “I don’t think she wants a fuss being made over her,” I point out and Rooba glares at me. “I’m just saying, she registered under a fake name. Sounds like she doesn’t want to be noticed while she’s here.”

Rooba snorts. “Fat chance. That girl could bury herself under thirty feet of snow and she’d still be noticed.”

I don’t know what to make of that, but Rooba sighs and rings up my purchase, still grumbling.

“Our baby girl comes home after ten years and Eirik can’t even tell us? I can’t even welcome her home? What a crock of shit.” She holds out my sack as I swipe my card, but she pulls it back when I reach for my purchase. “What name did she use? The fake one.”

“Kay Brookes,” I tell her and she gasps again. “Okay you gotta explain why that’s significant. And why I shouldn’t skewer this girl on sight. We all know Peeta’s carrying all kinds of baggage over her. No one will talk about her.”

Rooba shuts her eyes and sighs.

“That name… it’s proof she’s still carrying just as much baggage as he is,” Rooba murmurs. I’m about fed up when she releases a heavy breath and gives me answers. “They fell off a cliff together, when they were fifteen. They were… they were best friends. Inseparable. Maybe more, I don’t know for sure, but there were rumors at the time about them kissing behind a maintenance shed one day.”

All right, sue me. I’m a sap. My heart twinges at the image of young, first love blossoming from a childhood friendship as Rooba talks. “They went for a hike and there was a rockslide. Katniss called 9-1-1. By the time anyone could get to them, it was too late to save Peeta’s leg, but Katniss had saved his life. And then… her parents… Sage Kay Everdeen. Lily Brookes Everdeen… they both died two days later. Hit by a drunk driver.”

“Damn,” I whisper and Rooba nods, handing me the sack of food at last.

“The custody battle afterwards, as far as I heard, wasn’t pretty. But it was fast. Either way, Katniss and her sister were gone before Peeta even got back from the hospital. Neither one of them’s been back in ten years.”

And while I still feel like I wanna skewer this Katniss for hurting Peeta, Rooba’s words have me feeling at least a little sorry for her, this strange girl who once called Skadi home. Losing her parents after such a traumatic event with her best friend, then being torn away from her home.

“You’ll text me tomorrow, when she checks in?” Rooba asks, pulling us out of the reverie of the past and I nod.

“Sure. Anyone else I should give a head’s up about this? So they’re not shocked and can keep it quiet when they see her roaming around?”

Rooba nods. “Thom. He needs to know. Freddy on ski patrol. June Carter…” Rooba starts listing names almost faster than I can add them into a new text thread on my phone. They're almost all people we affectionately refer to as The Old Guard, because they've been at Skadi for ages.

“Anyone else?” I ask when she pauses. She shakes her head. “That’s all I can think of for now.”

I type out a message, telling them who’s arriving tomorrow and that we’re to keep it low key, since she’s using a fake name and clearly doesn’t want a fuss, but I thought they might wanna know so they don’t get a shock seeing her around. I add Rooba to the thread and send it, releasing a breath and telling Rooba I’ll talk to her later.

My phone blows up on my way back to the front desk.

WTF?!?!? Katniss???

Are you for real?

Katniss is coming home???? 😄😮😭

!!!!!!!!

Does Peeta know?

How long’s it been?

Ten years

10 years

10 years

Shit

Does Peeta know?!??!?!

Someone’s gotta tell Peeta!

He knows. 

Thank fuck.

Well this won’t be awkward at all.

It keeps going and I silence the thread, handing lunch to Haydn and getting back to work. I’ll check the gossip chain when my shift is over. One thing I do manage while I’m still at the desk is something I probably should’ve done days ago. A quick Google search for one Katniss Everdeen. There isn’t much, and all of it is sports related. Not even a social media footprint. But at least now I’ve got an idea of her face so I can be on the lookout for her tomorrow.

~~

It’s another crazy day and I stay past the end of my shift to help out. And also because the mysterious Katniss Everdeen still hasn’t shown, but given all that Peeta and Mr. Tjalaand have done for me, I feel like I somehow owe them both at least this. Taking care of this particular guest and giving them both warning of her arrival. My phone keeps vibrating with the group text thread, everyone checking in periodically to see if anyone’s spotted her yet. I snort as I glance at the top, where someone changed the thread name to Operation Hummingbird. When I asked about that, all I got back was:

It’s her nickname.

I’m running on coffee and stress, and about ready to call it a day when someone steps up to the desk, the hood of her ski jacket pulled up over her head. She leans over the desk, like she’s trying not to be noticed and extends her arm with a credit card in her hand.

“Checking in, Kay Brookes,” she says and my pulse stutters for a moment. Her voice is low and smoky, and so unique. From under her hood, I catch a quick flash of light eyes before she drops her gaze to the desk.

And I understand what Rooba meant about her being noticed. I can’t look away from her. There’s something enigmatic about her, or maybe that’s just because I know something of her story and am thirsty for more of it. 

But I didn’t get this vibe from her pictures online.

I manage my customer service smile, and go through the motions of checking her in, glancing over her shoulder at the pile of bags and skis in cases.

“I’ll have one of the bellhops help you to your cabin.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh please, do me this favor. James is new and needs all the training he can get,” I say. Her lips twitch at that, but she nods and looks up at me again. Gray eyes. And even though I’ve certainly championed Peeta getting with other people -- namely my friend, Peyton Lang, last season -- I can see why this is the girl he’s never really let go.

“Alright. I could probably use the help,” she says.

I hand her the envelope with room keys, wifi instructions, and lift pass, call James to the desk, and give her a wide smile.

“Welcome to Skadi, Miss Brookes. Enjoy your stay with us.” She hesitates and looks back at me a moment, then gathers her things with James and heads outside.

I release a breath and feel my shoulders sagging. There’s something just so sad hanging around her, that I think about what Rooba said yesterday. That Katniss is carrying as much baggage as Peeta. I’m starting to believe it.

With that in mind, I notify Mr. Tjalaand, and then I notify the Operation Hummingbird thread. From him, I get a simple Thank you. From them, I get a flurry of texts. Most of them are just thumbs up and thanks, but a few catch my attention.

Think she’ll actually talk to him?

Resort isn’t that big.

Nope. She knows this place too well. Knows where to hide. We’re not seeing her again.

He knows the place better.

Come on, guys. Give them time.

Time? They’ve had ten years.👏👏👏

Part of me wants her to seek him out. Get it over with. Let them hash out whatever it is they’ve gotta deal with. Part of me thinks we haven’t had a good mountainside drama in awhile and this’ll probably be drawn out and spectacular.

I just want them to bang already!

Slow down. They haven’t seen each other in ten years.

Fine. I’ll settle for a kiss.

Seriously? They might not even like each other anymore.

Anyone got eyes on him?

He’s up on the slopes. 

Monique, can you let him know?

Or should one of us?

I’ll let him know.

I sigh and open up my text thread with Peeta. It’s been a few days since we’ve used it and the last thing on it is a laughing emoji he sent me in response to something funny I shared about a guest. I hesitate, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he might already be. But then I think of his face yesterday, his anger that his grandfather didn’t even tell him that such a significant part of his past would be walking back into Skadi. If it were me, I'd want to know. I think about the pictures on The Wall, the ones I walked by last night, just to see a glimpse of what he lost ten years ago.

They were adorable together.

I think of the way Rooba talked about them yesterday when I first told her. How the group talked about them in the thread all day yesterday. And I am again reminded of what a sap I am.

“Screw it,” I mutter and tap out a text to Peeta. I’m with June on this one. “I want them to bang.”

Lord knows he needs it. She probably does too, based on the looks of things.

Hey, boss. Just wanted you to know that the guest your grandfather was asking me about yesterday has checked in. Cabin 24.

Thanks for the warning, Mo

I pause and grin, deciding a little pot stirring wouldn’t hurt.

She’s stunning, by the way. And you could stand to get laid.  Been awhile, hasn’t it?

I could say the same to you. Maybe you should sleep with her.

Not my type. You know I like a himbo.

Noted.

But you…. Has it been since Peyton? Maybe since Thresh?

You’re as bad as Rooba.

What did Rooba say?

Nothing. She put a package of condoms I didn’t ask for in the bag with my lunch today.

😝😂

Not funny.

Only it’s totally funny, and maybe exactly what he needs. I let Rooba know to keep it up.

~~

<3 kdnfb

[comical-icicle]

how did nh pull bard just wondering?

I tried to find it somewhere but nada

Probably because I haven’t posted anything about that.

It is a great question and I have thought about it before (briefly). I don’t really delve into romance that often and the ship was more spontaneous of ‘what would they be like together?’ Like at first I was trying to come up with a reason to ship them, as if it would be checked (?), but eventually threw that out the window and rolled with the spontaneous ship for just the vibes they have. Hence why there’s nothing really about how they got together originally. Also because I wasn’t very confident about it at first.

But now that I have more confidence in this ship, I’m actually a little excited to talk about it, even if it isn’t set in stone and I may change it. I just have thoughts right now and being encouraged to talk about it I am hyped.

Under a read more just so main tags don’t have to deal with my nonsense. I’ll give them that.

I’ll try to make this as simple as I can, so a lot of stuff will be left out. I’m just going to cover the tipping point that will get them to hang out with each other more. So… if this isn’t what you wanted, sorry, that’s what I got.

The catalyst would definitely be super villain island so… thank you Zeus? At least in terms of Nervous Heart actually talking with Mordred without being too stressed out. Considering the start of the dream is about being trapped in a room and how she knows they’re located in erehwon prison, it’s a familiar feeling and she doesn’t like it. BUT ANYWAY, it’s not the worst when someone else is there.

Being able to go into bard’s dream and just chat with Mordred for a while? Yeah, seeing him actually in front of her, even if it’s only a dream, was a major reminder that bard is a person that has more thoughts to them than just taking over the universe. That didn’t help the fight in the dream where she actually gets the totem which she thinks will help bard be not evil. The guilt would be eating at her continuously. Then it turns out that Zeus was manipulating her the entire time, not helping the guilt as now it was for nothing. And now villains are loose and she’s got Zeus to deal with so she doesn’t have time to process it before she heads off to kick Zeus’ ass thanks to Poseidon.

Now uh, I do think that bard finds out about the fight because I think with the whole islands being destroyed, it would have been a big deal that covered several islands, and that’s kind of what makes them interested in seeking out Nervous Heart again, not because of any heroics but because a mortal fought a god- the king of gods no less- and won? How?? Details??? Especially because I think bard has the ‘how does this work?’ mindset, whether it be electronics or events. They just have to know more. Nervous Heart feels too guilty about causing the whole thing to really reject, which Bard does catch onto and uses to their advantage for a bit (resentment for being defeated both in their dream and in life most likely) before they stop doing that because it started to not feel good.

Uh… hopefully this answers your question? This could make sense or it could be nonsense rambling. I don’t know. Again I am filled with thoughts after being prompted, but I didn’t want to make this too long so I tried not to get too caught up with specifics. I didn’t want to overexplain in case that this isn’t what you mean or you wanted me to refer to something else. I’m not sure!

But uh… yeah, thank you for letting me think about these idiots, even if my thoughts are all over the place! I didn’t want to take up too much in the case that it was too much.

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Encantober 2023 Day 7: Storm

The Encanto was going through one of the worst tropical storms they had in a long time. The entire village had to stay indoors until the storm wore off. Knowing how bad it was going, it seemed like they were going to be staying inside for at least a week. All the villagers could think was, “what has gotten Pepa so upset that she’s storming this bad?”

In Casita, the Madrigal family could not help but notice Pepa’s door acting up. The rest of the family decided that it was best to leave her alone and stay in their respective rooms except for meals during the storm to keep themselves safe. Julieta and Agustin suggested that Felix stayed in their room during the storm, and while he agreed at first, all he could think to himself was how awful his wife was feeling and wanted to be there for her.

“I really don’t think I should be in here anymore. Pepa’s been at this emotional meltdown for over an hour. I need to be there for her.”

“Are you sure? Because if I were you, I would be terrified to step foot in my room. I never experienced her mood being this bad before,” Agustin explained.

“No me importa. I was never scared of her, ever since we first met. What makes you think I’m going to be scared of her now?”

“I was just giving you my opinion. I would just be cautious.”

Felix shrugged it off as Julieta came back in the room with a full place of arepas. “I figured we could enjoy some before the kids see us and start begging us for some.”

Agustin, Felix, and Julieta grabbed an arepa each from the plate and took a bite of them simultaneously. “Juli, do you think I’m not making the right decision by checking up on Pepa?”

“Felix, what makes you think you’re not making the right decision?”

“Because Agustin is telling me that he would be too terrified to even enter the room if he was in this situation.”

“Oh, you know that Agustin would be scared in any unfamiliar situation. I’ve known you for most of our lives, and nobody can calm Pepa down like you can. There’s no need for you to feel as hesitant as you are right now.”

Felix took another bite out of his arepa. “Gracias, Julieta; I figured I wasn’t making a wrong decision. I just needed someone to confirm for me.”

“De nada, Felix; and you don’t need any confirmation. You’re already great at making good decisions.”

Felix grabbed another arepa from the plate and put it in a handkerchief for Pepa after she calmed down. He made his way out of Julieta’s room and stared across the hall to see Pepa’s door. It was flashing so constantly that none of the other doors have ever flashed before. He slowly made his way to his room to see how Pepa was doing. Once he got to his room, he slowly opened the door to see Pepa on the bed, the room flooded with rain and storm clouds surrounding it. She did not put her head up until she heard Felix’s voice.

“...Pepi? Is everything okay?” he asked as he made his way into the room.

Pepa put her head up, but continued crying. “Go away,” she said bluntly.

“Look, I see that you’re upset right now, but I just want to try to help you. There is a massive tropical storm spreading throughout the Encanto and we’re scared we need to stay evacuated for at least a week.”

“So? I’ve lived here my entire life and had my gift for over forty-five years. They know how to deal with this.”

“Not to this extreme. I never remembered seeing a storm this bad in the Encanto.”

Pepa ignored her husband and continued crying into her pillow, allowing the clouds and flood to grow. Felix never felt this lost his entire life. Normally, he would never be this lost in helping Pepa. Normally, he would have an answer when it came to calming down his wife. But right now, he has nothing.

Felix sat on his bedside as Pepa continued crying. All he could think about was how he was going to fail as a husband if this was not solved immediately. As much as she tried to, she just could not stop crying. She tried to do everything in her power to stop, but the tears just kept on coming. Not even the presence of her husband could calm her down at the moment. That was, until Felix had an idea.

“Stay right there, Pepita, I’m going to get something for you.”

Felix left the room to leave Pepa be for a couple minutes. He made his way down the hall and knocked on the nursery’s door. Mirabel answered the door to see her uncle standing in front of the door.

“I thought we were supposed to be in our rooms right now. It’s still pretty bad right now.”

“I know, Mira, but I think I know what will calm Pepa down. Do you have any sewing supplies we could use together?”

“I have a lot of it. But I thought you didn’t know how to sew.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to help me. You also know what fabrics and scents calm Pepa down more than anyone else in this house. If you help me make something that could be the calmest thing imaginable, maybe the storm will pass.”

Mirabel agreed after taking out her box of sewing supplies. She showed Felix all the fabrics she often used and grabbed another box from her closet. It was filled with scents she sometimes used when she wanted to give anything she made a little extra kick. 

“I have every fabric that every member of this family likes in this box, and every scent this family likes in this other box. Since Pepa’s most comforting fabrics and absolute favorite scent is available, we can make a little toy for her that should calm her down instantly.”

Felix could not be any more grateful for having a niece as smart as Mirabel. Not only did she know which fabrics comforted which family members, but she also knew what scents every family member loved better than anyone else. The uncle and niece dug through the boxes to find Pepa’s most comforting fabric to begin making a toy for her.

------------------------------------------

The toy took about two hours to finish, but they finished it and Felix took it and made his way back to his room. Pepa’s door was still flashing and the storm was starting to get worse. Felix was starting to tremble because now he thought this was not going to work. Regardless, he still made his way back to his room in hopes that it would. He knocked on the door as slowly as he could until Casita opened the door for him. He made his way into his room to see his wife still crying into her pillow, in the same position she was in when he left.

“Pepi, I have something for you. Do you want to see it?”

Pepa ignored him and continued crying into her pillow. Felix moved closer to her and sat on their bedside in hopes he could smell the vanilla scent. He already knew before Mirabel told him that it was her favorite smell.

“It’s super comforting. Mirabel helped me make it.”

Pepa reached her hand out to try and grab the toy from Felix, so he put it in her hand. She put her hand back to notice it was silk. It was the most comforting fabric to her; almost every cuddle toy she owned was made out of silk. Not that long after, she smelled the vanilla scent from the toy and immediately stopped crying. She continued feeling and smelling the toy; it felt like it was a small plush bunny. Pepa lifted her head from her pillow to see a small, white, silk bunny with a vanilla scent to it. Her clouds slowly began to disappear and the storm turned into a small drizzle.

“Wow; this is the best thing anyone has ever given to me. How did you make this?”

“I got help from Mirabel. I didn’t think anything would calm you down, because I tried to talk to you and you ignored me.”

“Lo siento, mi amor; I never meant to ignore you out of harm. I was just too angry to talk to anyone and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

The couple hugged each other as Pepa’s storm clouds turned into sunshine and rainbows. “What got you so angry in the first place?” Felix asked.

“I was out doing chores and I saw a couple of girls coming into the fields. They came closer to me and I saw it was my high school bully, Valentina, with girls that I had never seen before. She came up to me and made all these comments about my insecurities to see if she could make me snap, and she did. Before the storm started, I… beat her just like I often did when we were teenagers.”

Felix hugged his wife one more time while she squeezed the bunny. The storm may have stopped, but there was a lot of damage, both in the Encanto and inside Pepa, that needed to be fixed. He knew it was going to be a hard job when he started dating her, but he took it for over thirty years and was still happy to do it now.

[xiaoluclair]

Xiao my dear! I don’t know if this an invite to send you prompts but if so 👀 I’m taking my opportunity! 😌🤍🤍

What about: “You think I’m still in love with you after all of this shit you decided to put me through? Well… ha. I guess I am somewhat of an idiot.” With lestappen? 🥰

Love ya!! 😘

bby, hi 😘! any and all times i reblog prompts are an invite 💛💜 and OKAY:

pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc | rating: G | not checked over by any second parties so beware of spelling/grammar bumbles

Charles glances up when he enters the room. There is a second where his face looks like it cannot decide whether to behave as a wave or a particle. Max doesn't spare him much of a glance. Walks over to the co-pilot's seat, reaches over to disengage the starboard lithium thrusters. Pulls both knees up until he is a cocoon in the cockpit.

For a while, they sit simply in silence. It is both horridly new and terrifyingly old. Max would have broken it by now, a hundred times over probably. Not anymore. He watches as Space crawls around them, vast and dark and infinite.

"So," says Charles at last. On trajectory, the numbers oscillate between -0.071/+0.039 and -0.069/+0.039. Out of the corner of his eye, Max can see Charles lean forward to adjust accordingly. He does the same, feet have to fall back to the floor. "You and Martijn?"

Max snorts. The number shoots to -0.067/-0.064. He hastily rectifies it before replying, "I don't see how that matters right now."

"I am just. Catching up."

"Yeah?" says Max, only a little snippily. "How come."

There is a pause. "Lookㅡ"

And isn't that a funny little word.

"I did," says Max, cutting him off. He thinks he might be amused. Or unimaginably pissed off. Maybe both at this point. "Trust me, I fucking did. Want to know what I found?"

No reply.

Max laughs, continues, one hand flipping the port thrusters up to 0.4%, "Nada. Not a damn thing. For two whole years. So yeah, mate, do you really want to tell me to look?"

"I would not change anything," says Charles, ever entirely, aggravatingly stubborn.

Max snorts. "Fucking course you wouldn't."

"I loved you."

And that's even funnier, thinks Max. "I don't see what that has to do with anything right now."

"Of course you do not," says Charles. It is biting. They fall silent again with it, words left to hang heavy. Max wishes Daniel were here. Or Lando. Or Martijn. Even Pierre. Anyone else, anything else, to fit into this great, gaping void. He wishes when Seb gave them their rotation posts, he'd said, Actuallyㅡ

But he did not. And Max is. Max is a little tired. Max is suddenly, stupidly, outrageously, a little bit tired.

He says, to the ship and the ship alone, "Martijn is my friend."

"Pierre is mine," says Charles.

Max rolls his eyes. "I was notㅡ"

"Do not lie."

"Hypocrite."

"I would notㅡ"

"Change a thing." Max's jaw goes stiff for a moment, a hop and a skip through time.

There are enough particles between them right now to fill five thousand bathtubs if they were the size of marbles. Still, he can hear Charles's exhale. He can hear, "I love you."

And is that not horrid. The way the words sink, tail and claw and nuclear fission, into Max's stomach. The way the words sink, warm and soft and nuclear fusion into his belly.

"Max," whispers Charles. Or maybe it was the wind, in the vacuum of Space.

The ceiling is ripe with shadows. "You think I’m still in love with you," he says, "after all of this shit you decided to put me through?" Charles does not say anything. When Max looks over, finally, finally, he has his hands gripped over the controls, thumbs pressed to the adjustments like profactors, staring, staring, staring. Until Max catches him; then, he glances away, resumes fiddling. His cheeks are glowing, begging to be held, felt. Kissed.

Max has to laugh. Lean back into his seat to work on his own course adjustments. They're out in space, a billion stars at his fingertips and a billion more planets. A hundred hot-headed supernovas and a thousand dragging blackholes. A million twisting galaxies and a trillion folds of gravity. An awful amount of ways to hold the very simple thing Max is trying to say, which is:

All this, and Charles fucking Leclerc is still the greatest force he has ever known.

"Well," he says at last, finger presses the dial a little further to the left as Charles presses his up, "I guess I am somewhat of an idiot." He catches Charles's eyes as their hands still, half a console between them.

+0.000/+0.000.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

tagged by @c2-eh for this!!! and i am eternally a sucker for recommending music!!!

list 10 songs you want other people to hear

maybe they’re your favorite songs or you think they’re classics or they are little known artists that you want to give more attention to. whatever your reasons or no reason at all.

recs down hereeeee if any of u actually check them out ill love you forever

Executioner by Nicole Dollanganger - i got to see her on tour for this album, which is a top 5 album for me, and this song live is probably..the single best live performance i've ever experienced. these delicate vocals, haunting lyrics, and heavy instrumentals just hit to the core. linking the one video of it live, but go stream it too...

Gift of the Magi 2: Return of the Magi by AJJ - probably what i would consider one of my favorite songs of all time. i want to get my favorite lyrics tattooed on me "if god doesn't like ugly, then god doesn't like anybody"

Saunter by Arca - my favorite arca song i think...this whole album is in my top 3 all time, but this song is just so gut wrenching, so raw, the pleading vocals, the way the sounds struggle, the way they build and pull against each other. its just insane and beautiful. quítame la piel de ayer........crazy

HORSE B4 PORSCHE by Tommy Cash - one of my favorite like...driving singing in my car songs, dance around in my room song. just so fun and clever lyrics and such a danceable beat. love this song always makes me smile

Eric by Mitski - my favorite mitski song and tragically underrated. the lyrics are just...unbelievable. the emotion in the climax of it all. one of her best

Yekteniya I: Ochishcheniye by Batushka - i honestly just recommend listening to the entire album that this is the opening track of, it's an experience. the depth of sound in batushka's music is amazing to me, the best metal ive ever listened to

Slowly by Susanne Sundfør - one of my favorite love songs of all time, the layering of these ethereal vocals, this pop synth used like classical, like indie, its so...it's so unique and full of emotion

No Queda Nada by Arca - again, a favorite love song of all time here. like...i truly could only dream of being loved as much as arca describes in this song, its so touching, so moving...no queda ni un rincón, en que no haya penetrado tu calor, no queda nada en mí...wow

Last Legs by Blackbird Raum - i spent so many years super into folk punk and eco punk and this band remains such a favorite. screaming the words to this one always feels so good

Suck the Blood from My Wound by Ezra Furman - i could pick any song off this album to recommend, the whole album is just a beautiful story, her music is so queer in a specific and touching way, it's harsh it's raw it's magic it's beautiful. music to run away to. to be yourself to.

THANKS FOR READING AND if you listened to any of these. consider yourself tagged by me.

[thatrandombystander]

It's all ended well so it's funny now so I can make a post about it, but at about 8am today while I was half asleep enjoying my Sunday morning sleep-in, when suddenly I heard a BANG as our calico cat (Pepper) ran headfirst into my fucking window.

The was making the jump up to my bed and on to the windowsill but I guess was zooming too fast and miscalculated her speed.

I didn't hear anything break so I just rolled over and continued dozing.

Idk how much later it was because time it weird when you're half-asleep, but I heard a weird sort of like? Scratching sound? I'm assuming it was cat claws on something because I sat up just in time to see the fucking BACK END OUR TABBY CAT (Twig) GOING OUT THE WINDOW (thank fuck i'm on the ground floor)

I guess Pepper ran into it so hard she knocked the whole flyscreen right out?????? It was just lying on top of a bush outside my window (hence why I didn't hear it clatter down)

Scramble to the window, BOTH Pepper and Twig are outside. Twig's a scaredy cat and looking spooked so he came right back in when I called him, but Pepper looked at me and like the prison break convict she is she made a break for it and ran off.

Housemate hears me yelling and heads out the door to try to catch the cat, but she doesn't latch the gate behind her properly. By the time I get there with my shoes half on BOTH OF THE FUCKING DOGS ARE OUTSIDE OF THE GATE.

Again. One animal comes right back in when I call, but the other one starts GUNNING IT down the street. So I'm in my sleep clothes with my shoes half on, trying to run and yelling after the dog. Housemate hears me yelling, comes back from the side street towards where my room window is, calls for the dog, he turns back and run to her (I guess he was worried about her in the commotion 🥺)

I manage to carry the dog back inside, check that the other dog is still there, check that Twig is still inside and and accounted for, and then finally join in on the search for Pepper.

We don't manage to find her. We periodically head out throughout the day to call for her while shaking the cat food box, hoping that she's just hiding somewhere nearby

Nothing, nada, zilch. Not a peep from her and the neighbours haven't seen her.

Then, 8pm, 12 hours post-prison break, I hear Pepper MEOWING outside my window, distressed that she hasn't received dinner yet. We'd put the flyscren back on to prevent Twig from getting back out, so she couldn't just jump back in

So I'm just keeping her in eyesight while the housemate goes around to her. Managed to pick her up and carry her back to the door, but not without Pepper panicking from being picked up and scratching her arms and SHREDDING her shirt

The darn cat is now back inside and seems ENTIRELY UNREPENTANT. She was JUST investigating my window? Looking to escape again?? Ma'am get BACK and away from there, you'll give us another heart attack.

[loki-draws-art]

Doodles from two sessions post finale (the first two are from one, the rest are from the one after)

1) Damidi examines Icarus’s hand and finds out how fucked it is. He might actually have to get it amputated I’m actually not kidding it’s bad.

Orion: “You mean to tell me you never got it checked out this entire time?”

Icarus: “…I did when I first broke it.”

Orion: “WHEN YOU FIRST BROKE IT?”

Damidi, probably, thinking: (What the fuck)

It’s also the fact Icarus is so fucking nonchalant about it too-

2) Icarus investigates a few rooms that Laurence accidentally blew up (He unlocked one of the room’s door and found the room had been jerryrigged to blow up so no one could find anything in there). The first room, the initial bomb room, was Wilbrand’s study/office. The next room, however, was very familiar. Have an excerpt.

“As he enters the second room, memories flood back to him, a lot of those memories are with his mother. Many are happy memories. The fireplace, as well as the entire room, lays destroyed, sans some brick. He looks for anything salvageable, and does manage find a small safe that had survived. It has a combination on it. Icarus remembers the combination. [..] He kneels down to use the combination on the safe and opens it. In the safe, he finds the little wooden dragon Wilbrand had tossed into the fire all those years ago. It seems to have been salvaged by his mom […] She seemed to have tried to repair it beforehand, as there are some tools and pieces of wood in there.”

3) Icarus wants to explore the house some more and asks Orion to go with. Orion says he will if Icarus wants him to. Icarus very much does not want to explore alone. (Icarus is pathetic I love him)

4-5) Immediately after the first image, Icarus and Orion stumble upon an already started electrical fire. The room is already halfway in flames. Icarus radios the group and Otho, Jovian, and Galla rush up to assess the situation. Otho accuses Icarus of starting it, but Icarus says he didn’t (which is true). Otho doesn’t buy it and Orion couches for Icarus. It gets heated and Orion has to drag Icarus away from Otho cause their argument has gotten heated, and as they head off, Icarus flips Otho off, who in return, gestures “Shove it up your ass.”

6) After quickly exploring some more rooms, Orion decides to head back and help the lizard gang out out the fire. He then gives Icarus a forehead kiss and runs off. (I did literally have to take a second irl I’m love my gay bois)

7) Icarus finds a void room. Literally. It’s a room, and a few steps into said room, there’s a goddamned void. Pitch. Nada. In front are three candles, and the rightmost is lit. Icarus wracks his brain to try and remember anything about the room or candles, and gets a memory, but it’s more like a nightmare. Little Leo is curled up in a ball while in the room, a feeling of dread coming over him. Little Leo can see nothing, not even the entrance of the door.

He then gets another memory of him and his siblings, but otherwise nothing else. He wisely calls for someone to see wtf he’s seeing. No luck via radio so he has to literally yell for someone to check it out. Otho sees and cannot deal. He takes a picture though. Icarus also noticed the smoke from the fire (which has gotten worse) funneling into the void. He and Otho take note of that and leave. Icarus then goes to help try and put out the fire.

8) Galena explores an abandoned village that the mansion overlooks. She feeds some animals and explores a house, only to find it was where Phillip used to live. She cries out of sadness and one of the animals she fed approaches her and tries to comfort her. The dog is a therapy dog is named Macy by the way. She and Macy explore the village some more.

9) Orion’s patience with Icarus is being tested left and right.

(Icarus actually hasn’t slept with anyone it was a misunderstanding on Aurelian’s part and Sylviel is just riding with it while Laurence is trying to clear that up with Aurelian that he in fact did not sleep with Icarus and he (Laurence) has a wife at home.)

10) A woman who claims to know Leo(Icarus) (and claims that she’s his soon to be wife) tried to sneak onto the ship looking for Leo, and Azrael and Aurelian apprehended her and brought her back to the group. Also she knows something about Icarus’s brother, Ode (gasp name drop).

Icarus is just trying to recover from smoke inhalation damn who this bitch?

[sayonarashadow]

Ok ngl I’m never gonna get over the fact that I lost my favorite fucking pin ever

[gothicgaycowboy]

dirty little secret

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: you find Eddies actual secret stash.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, sub!Eddie, femdom!reader, afab reader, slight degradation, Eddie has a big ol’ praise kink, use of restraints, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetration, brief orgasm denial, corny VHS porn, Eddie is a terrible liar, Eddie fearing rejection, friends to lovers.

A/N: I truly don't know why this took me so long to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Much like any other day Eddie invited you over to his place after getting kicked out of class for what seems like the 100th time this week. I’m telling you Mrs.Highsmith has it out for me! Or, maybe wearing a shirt with ‘avid sperm donor’ on it wasn’t your brightest idea to date. Whatever, it was funny! Do you wanna come to my place or not?

You were kinda on Eddies ass lately about graduating so you could finally fulfill your plans of moving out of this hick town together. This plan was supposed to be in motion two years ago when you were hoping to graduate together; I mean what was the point of moving if you were just gonna leave your best friend there to rot? So you decided to stay until the moment Eddie snatches his diploma.

You pulled up to Eddie's place, school wasn't out yet but you already knew where he hid the key. Making yourself at home was never hard here. On days off when you felt particularly bored you would spend entire school days there, just waiting for Eddie to get back. Watching TV, raiding the fridge, occasionally playing Eddie's precious guitar (you were the only other person Eddie allowed to  touch “her”). But today you felt like mixing it up a little.

Through all your 10 years of friendship you never once snooped through Eddie's things. Eddie on the other hand had done it to you many times. Nice thong princess. God Eddie you're stretching it! What, red isn’t my color? Can’t tell with your jeans on, now take it off please. My Jeans? Wow I didn’t know you were that desperate to see me naked sweetheart. The thong you moron!  Maybe you were afraid of what you could find, but after knowing Eddie for as long as you have, it would shock you if you found anything unexpected.

Starting off simple you went through the bathroom first. Nothing too interesting catches your eye off the bat, although you were impressed to see a separate bottle of shampoo and conditioner instead of the 3-in-1 bottle you were expecting. Unable to find anything else in the bathroom, you head to Eddie’s room.

As soon as you enter through the door frame, you're greeted with the familiar smell of weed covered by cheap cologne. The smell might have nauseated others, but it comforted you. It was most likely the element of nostalgia that made you immune to the scent. Most of the memories made between you and Eddie were in this very room. The first time you got high together, Eddie teaching you a few chords of his favorite song, being forced to watch some of the most grotesque horror movies you've ever seen, etc.

Scanning through the bedroom there was nothing popping out that you haven't seen before (you still don’t know where he got those police grade handcuffs from). First instincts told you to search the most basic hiding spots.

Back of the closet? nothing. Night stand drawer? nope. Sock drawer? nada, unless we're counting a few suspiciously crunchy socks.

This left you with one last place to check: under the bed.

You sunk down to lay on your stomach, lifting the blanket that covered the space between his bed frame and the floor. Due to the poor lighting in the room you thought there was nothing there, but after a few seconds of adjusting to the light you saw it. A whole Family Video right there under Eddie's bed.  

You scooped as many of the VHS tapes from under the bed as you could in one motion. Jesus it was a real collection. These weren't just your run-of-the-mil VHS tapes, oh no, no, it was porn. Each title more provocative than the last. You looked through them giggling like a schoolgirl while kicking your feet in the air.

Picking them up one by one and seeing the cheesy posters you started to notice a pattern. The women were always in a dominant position; standing over the men, pulling their hair, even wearing the occasional latex body suit and whip. Maybe Eddie was better at hiding things from you than you gave him credit for...

-

Eddie swore this was turning out to be the longest day of his life. Getting back the results of a failed chemistry test, no Hellfire club, the lecture he got for showing up to class late only be be kicked out of class seconds later-- what a colossal waste of his time.

Now was finally the time of day Eddie looked forward to: returning back to his humble abode and seeing you. There were few things in Eddie's life as consistent and reassuring as you. Every time he felt like a failure you were there to pick him back up and make sure he knew that flunking a few classes didn't make him any less worthy of respect. He would never understand why someone like you could put up with him but he was grateful.

Eddie practically ran out of his van to the front door, eager like a puppy awaiting the arrival of its owner. Bursting through the entrance he was worried when he didn't immediately see you sitting at your usual spot on the couch. Were you running late? No, you were punctual to events you weren't even invited to.

He called out your name. No reply.

He did it again, hoping you were just in the bathroom unable to hear him the first time.

“Yeah, in here,” you called back calmly.

Eddie let out a quick sigh of relief before walking over to his bedroom. Pushing the slightly opened door, its hinges release a horror movie like creak as finds himself paralyzed by fear. Here you were, standing in front of his bed, surrounded by a small mountain of porn and holding one in your hand with a knowing smirk plastered on your face. A title he is very familiar with: Bad Boys Get Punished.

God he didn't know what to do, he could barely think a cohesive thought. This was the most mortified he had ever been around you; not even the time you accidentally caught him getting out of the shower singing Cindy Lauper could have compared to how bare he felt in this moment. You had exposed his guilty pleasure.

“Hi Eddie,” he could hear from your tone you were holding back a river of giggles.

“H-hey,” his voice hoarse as he spoke. Eddie felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

You waltzed towards him slowly, as if you were afraid that moving too fast would scare him away.

There was something about this moment; despite the fact that he was scared shitless Eddie had the strange sense that he was becoming turned on. He wasn’t gonna stand here and pretend he never felt this way about you before. Of course he has. You occupied 80% of his thoughts and all his dirtier dreams. He never dared to make a move though, if you didn't feel the same way he did he couldn't stand to lose you over a simple crush. But when you looked at him the way you were right now it was really hard to care anymore.

“Why do you look so nervous Eddie?”

“I don’t know- I just have that type of face I guess...” could his voice stop quivering for five seconds?

“Does it maybe have something to do with the fact that I found your porn stash?” you cocked your head slightly.

“That's not mine!” Eddie found himself shouting defensively; smooth.

You huffed out a laugh at him, “It’s not?” You questioned while pushing the tape against his chest. “Then why is it under your bed?”

Think, think, you moron!

“It must be Uncle Wayne's- yep, that's his,” He nodded vigorously at his excuse.

Your eyes rolled at his obvious lie, shit. “Come off of it Eddie, you really expect me to believe sweet old Wayne hid kinky porn under your bed?”

Eddie looked down at the floor shaking his head, “Sorry, I panicked,”

“It's fine Eds, I’m just teasing you,” your hands fell from his chest, still holding the tape.

An awkward pause filled the room, the phrase deafening silence had never been more befitting to a moment in time.

“I actually noticed a little recurring theme in your collection Eddie,” This made Eddie’s head snap back up to face you. At this point he was convinced this had to be some sort of nightmare; that if he pinched himself hard enough he would wake up and laugh at the odd dream.

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“Just a little- let's call it unconventional, that all the women in these videos seem to be in the usual man’s position, ya know, dominant.” you said, beginning to move close enough that Eddie could feel every exhale you released against his neck.

“Oh yeah, that,” he brought his fist up to his mouth coughing to clear his throat, “It was all they had at the video store so I just got them, better those than nothing.”

“Are you trying to tell me, the adult video store had only female domination porn?”

“I know it's w-weird, right?” Eddie began nervously fidgeting with his short nails to distract himself from how close you were.

“Mhm...” You bit your lip as you hummed in doubtful agreement.

“So,” You backed up slightly, attempting to make direct eye contact with Eddie, “You don't like this kinda stuff?”

“Nope.” Eddie pursed his lips after the lie spilled from his mouth.

“Okay, so you wouldn't care if we watched it together?”

Eddie’s eyes must have popped out of his head with the force he shot them open at, “What?”

“Well I just figured if you don't actually enjoy this stuff it wouldn't bother you if we made fun of it together, like when we rent those bad movies from Family Video.”

Every excuse in the book was running through Eddies mind but before he had the chance to get one out his mouth worked faster than his brain (as per usual), “Um sure I guess that could be fun,”

He wanted to slam his head through a wall.

Your face instantly lit up with excitement, “Great! You make us some popcorn and I’ll pick the ‘movie’,”

Eddie was right, this was gonna be the longest day of his life.

-

He felt like his whole body was in autopilot mode. His memory from moving into the kitchen to making the popcorn was a vague blur; too caught up in his thoughts of how he let himself get into this situation.

You had to know this was torture to him, right? Eddie had done his fair share of teasing towards you but he didn't think he ever took it this far-- he didn't even rag on you about the vibrator he found in your room! He knew you weren't naïve enough to believe his lies about the tapes, but maybe you did just want to make fun of them, no ulterior motive...

Eddie had just finished spilling the last of the popcorn into the bowl when you announced from the couch that the movie was starting. Without even having to turn and look at the TV screen he recognized which movie you picked-- the intro music giving it away immediately: Mistress Mindy. It was one of Eddies most prized erotic possession, and you are going to make fun of it while he tries desperately not to get a boner.

Great.

“You coming Eds?” you questioned while patting the spot next to you on the sofa.

“Yeah, sorry,” he grabbed the large bowl of popcorn and slowly made his way the short distance from the kitchen to the living room; feeling his skin perspire more with every step closer.

Finally making it to the couch Eddie placed the bowl between your bodies, praying it would be even a slight buffer from your warm skin. He knew if he felt you against him while the tape was playing he would be done for.  How could he be expected to watch porn while sitting next to the person he thought of while he got off, and not get hard?

You briefly turned your face away from the TV, glancing at Eddie with the most sincere smile he had ever seen. God you’re so pretty.

The title sequence barely ended before you started cracking jokes: “How much money do you think she spends to look like knockoff Elvira?”

Eddie tries his best to play along, “Probably too much to look as cheap as she does,” but all he can think about is the amount of times he's imagined you in that exact outfit; from the latex bra all the way down to the ridiculously high heeled shoes.

The scene starts off with a couple panning shots of “Mindy's” body while metal plays, and as much as Eddie wants to look away already and save himself the humiliation, he can feel your gaze watching him just as much as the movie.

There is a quick fade into a new scene, your eyes are greeted by the sight of a lean man whose wrists and ankles are handcuffed to a board, completely nude.

“I don't think this is what the Christ lovers have in mind when they talk about crucifixion,” you laughed.

It took Eddie a moment to realize you were talking, too caught up in avoiding reliving the feelings he got when he watched the film prior, “Y-yeah no kidding...”

Mindy moves slowly into frame, taking her time and letting the flogger in hand drag behind her like a cat's tail; nothing but the man's frantic breathing and loud click of her heels fill the mostly concrete room. She finally reaches him, gliding her perfectly manicured red nails down his chest causing the man to shiver, “Are you ready to be a good boy for me?” she asks condescendingly. He simply nods and whimpers, clearly she’s not satisfied with his response. “I said,'’ she grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks tightly, “are you ready to be a good boy for me?” he moans weakly, “Yes mistress,”

This has officially set Eddie off. He frantically adjusts his jeans in hopes it will make his hard on less obvious but to no avail. If anything he just made it more obvious to you what was going on.

“You okay Eddie?“ he couldn’t tell if your concern was genuine or not.

Eddie found himself unable to form coherent words, “Mhm,”

“Are you sure?” you moved the popcorn onto the floor, crawling to fill the now empty space between Eddie and you, “Because it looks like you do enjoy these kinds of movies after all.” you pointed out smugly, the humiliation only making Eddie’s jeans tighter.

“Fine, I lied alright? I didn’t want you to know I liked this…stuff,” he gestured to the tv screen, “because I didn’t want you to judge me.” he looked down shamefully, shaking with nerves.

“Oh Eddie,” you pulled yourself onto his lap, which really didn’t help his whole boner situation, “I would never judge you. Besides, how do you know I don’t like this stuff too?”

For the fifth time tonight Eddie felt truly shocked, he moved his head back up to see if you were just pulling his leg again, “Do y-you like this stuff?”

“Do you trust me?”

Your reply made Eddie think he had accidentally asked you a completely different question that he couldn’t recall, still he answered honestly, “Of course, more than anyone.”

Smiling at his response, you grabbed his right hand, moving it down to the waistband of your pants. Eddie's heart had never pounded so hard in his life. Pushing his fingers past the band you let him feel the wet patch coating your underwear.

“Jesus,” Eddie gasped, he didn't think he could be any more attracted to you than he already was, but clearly he was wrong.

“Does that answer your question baby?” you whispered into his ear.

“I...think so,”

“Have you ever actually done this before?” you ask not to be cruel, but to gauge his experience with something you've thought about far more often than you would ever admit. 

“No, I tried to hint at wanting to try it out with people I’ve hooked up with but they thought it was weird and gross.” Eddie explained. 

“Would you wanna try it...with me?” your voice came out far less cocky than before, almost meek. 

“I thought you'd never ask,” he laughed, the stress that previously filled his body dissipating with your reassurance. 

Eddie quickly connected his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him in the process so you were chest to chest. There was no hesitation from you, lips interlocking as if it was a natural instinct. The kiss became more sloppy as it progressed quickly. Spit stringing from your mouths as moans leave your lips. God it was everything he ever dreamed about.

Eddie’s large hands began exploring your body, moving from your lower back to your clothed ass. Your hands clasped his, pulling them away from their current resting place. He whimpered as you broke the kiss, “Did I say you could touch me there?” you asked, there was no trace of teasing in your voice.

“No- I’m sorry, I didn’t thi-“ his voice was panicked and cracking as he spoke.

“But that’s the problem baby, you never think, do you?” you mocked.

“No…”

“So what if we put the pretty little head of yours to rest and I make your hands stay where I want them to, would you like that sweetie?”

A lightbulb went off in Eddie's mind realizing where you were going with this. His head shook in agreement.

“You know the rules, I need you to use your words with me,”

“Y-yes please,” he mumbled.

“Good boy,”

Eddie moaned at your words, who knew he could be so desperate.

You stood up off his lap and pulled Eddie to his feet; your hand reaching for his to migrate towards the bedroom. Entering the room you pushed Eddie down onto his mattress, an “oof” leaving his lungs. You turned to grab the handcuffs off the wall and Eddie could feel excited knots start to build in his stomach.

You looked back in Eddie's direction, “We should probably set up a safe word,” you suggested, “how about red?” 

“Okay,” he agreed.

“Put your hands up baby,”

Eddie lifted his arms above his head as instructed. You lifted your left leg over his chest adjusting to sit with your legs wrapped around his torso.

“Doing such a good job for me already,” you praised while clicking the handcuffs shut around his wrists. His cheeks heated at your words, he wanted to pinch himself just to make sure this wasn’t just another wonderful dream.

“Until I say otherwise, your hands will stay handcuffed above your head.” you trailed your hands up and down his chest as you spoke, “You will not touch me until I let you. Your job is to lay back and let me take care of you, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, fuck, please,” he whined. Whoever was out there in the universe looking out for him, Eddie was ready and willing to get down into his knees and kiss their ring for the rest of his life in gratitude.

“Already begging for me baby? You’re more desperate than I thought,” you chuckled lightheartedly.

“Always desperate for you,” Eddie was unsure of where this newfound confidence was coming from but from the look on your face you seemed to enjoy it.

“Yeah?” you teased, “You thought about doing this with me before?” you scooted down, getting closer to the obvious tent in his pants.

“Everyday,” your fingers were playing with the zipper on his ripped jeans. Now laying flat on your stomach with your head resting on Eddie’s upper thigh.

“Well,” you sigh seductively, “you don’t need to just dream about it anymore.” Finally, you unzipped him from his pants, his cock almost fully upright through his plaid boxers.

You thought men with porn-like proportions were one in a billion. Maybe a trick with lighting and cameras because there was no way these guys would be that big. But here Eddie was, laying in front of you to disprove all of your previous beliefs.

Your eyes widened with shock, “Jesus Eddie, how could you hide this from me?” Pulling off the final layer you saw it in all its glory.

“I-“ Eddie was cut off by the vulgar sound of you spitting into your hand, placing it around the tip of his cock. “Fuck!” he groaned as you began lightly stroking him. You certainly knew what you were doing, thumb coming up with each stroke to caress the slit on his tip.

“You like it when I play with you like this?” you asked as if the answer wasn't obvious.

“Yes, so much,” Eddie propped his head up higher on his pillow to get a better view of you.

“What about if I did this?” You leaned forward and began giving his shaft kitten licks, never breaking eye contact for even a second.

Eddie was at a loss for words, “Mmmh,” he banged his head back onto his pillow.

You moved on from licks to kissing your way from the base up to his tip, following the line of a vein on the underside. When you reached the tip you continue your torturous teasing by opening you mouth and sticking your tongue, lightly slapping his cock against the wet muscle.

“Fuck- you’re killin’ me baby,” Eddie’s voice is trembling as he speaks.

“Sorry, you just look so pretty when you squirm for me,” you explain, a grin on your lips as the words fall out of your mouth.

The visual of you smiling with his dick right next to your mouth is a sight Eddie will treasure for the rest of his days.

All thoughts left Eddie’s head as you slowly swallowed his cock down your throat. “Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie's voice cracked with every syllable. The obscene slurping noises filled the bedroom, ringing off the walls and back into Eddie’s ears making him overwhelmed.

You took joy in every second of it, a pridefulness making its way through you at making Eddie feel so good. Similar scenarios to this had crossed your mind when your hands were shoved between your thighs. You hadn’t even noticed your hips were now moving against the mattress below you, searching for friction.

Eddie hips gently bucked up to meet your mouth causing you to moan around his length. The vibrations went straight through him.

“’gonna come,” he warned.

With that you quickly pulled off Eddie’s cock.

“Hey, wha-“ Eddie was cut off by you.

“You’re not the one who decides when you come, remember?” Your voice dripping condescension only made Eddie harder (if that was even physically possible).

“M’sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay baby,” you cooed, “You’re doing so good for me,” you sat up to kiss his temple.

Sitting back on your heels you grabbed the hem of your shirt pulling it off and unclipping your bra.

“You’re so beautiful,”

You want to scoff and blame his words on the fact that you are topless but the soft look in his eyes tells you otherwise.

“Shut up,” your fingers grip his hair as you lay a wet kiss on his lips.

Removing your final layers of clothing you began pulling off Eddie’s clothes starting with his jeans. By the time you got to his shirt you realized you had made a grave mistake by handcuffing Eddie before taking off his shirt.

“Do you like this shirt?” you spoke while playing with the frayed collar of the Metallica top.

“No, not really it’s kinda old and has moth holes in it-“

With the vague permission he gave you, you ripped it from his chest, tearing it in half with a promise: “I’ll buy you a better one.”

In all its glory you had a full view of Eddie’s tattoos chest, his happy trail leading to his currently pulsating cock.

“That was really hot…” he admitted shyly.

“You haven’t seen hot yet baby,” with that you grabbed the condom from his bedside table, ripping open the wrapper and rolling it down his length.

“You ready for me, Eds?”

“Please, please, please,” Eddie begged, his brows raised in desperation, “I’ve been so good for you, please!” his eyes were so wet it almost looked like he was crying.

“I guess you’ve been a good boy for me…” you were now rubbing up against his cock teasingly.

“Yes, I’m your good boy, please,” he was babbling at this point.

“Okay, okay, I won’t torture you anymore I promise,” you lined him up with your entrance, sinking down into his tip.

“Ohmygod,” it all left Eddie in one breath.

slowly making your way down you moaned at the stretch, you’ve never felt this full before.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetie,” you praised him.

Your right palm rested on his peck while your left was making smooth circles on your clit. You began moving carefully so as to not overwhelm Eddie.

“Go faster please,” Eddie requested.

“You sure you're ready for that big boy?”

“Fuck me, I need you to,”

Eddie watched in awe as your tits started bouncing with your speed up pace. Your face scrunched in pleasure as Eddie’s cock hit that sweet spot inside you. “You’re so big Eddie,” it was your turn to whine.

“M don’t say that,” you could tell his vocal cords were strained from begging and moaning already. His knuckles were turning white as he squeezed his hands into fists.

“It’s true, you’re the biggest I’ve ever had, you stretch me out so well,” you started moving more frantically.

“Please, stop talking I’m gonna come too fast,”

“No you won’t,” you pushed yourself all the way down to the base of his cock, stopping your movements completely, “You’ll come when I say so and not a second sooner.” despite your cocky words you were still trying to catch your breath.

Eddie just whined in response.

Getting right back to it, you returned to your previous pace, You could already feel the warmth growing in your stomach. You had never felt so close to orgasm so soon, but it was only slightly humiliating. The thought that Eddie had this effect on you just egged you on more.

“You get to come when I do, okay? I wanna feel you come with me,” your hands grabbed at Eddie’s back, pulling him into an upright position. “And I want you to look at me when you do.”

Your walls squeezed Eddie tighter, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“Com’ere,” you instructed and of course Eddie obliged, his face moving closer to yours. His hands still made no contact with your body despite how desperately he craved it.

“Kiss me,” you didn’t need to tell him twice, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was much softer than the sex you were having. Eddie did always know how to make you feel special.

Eddie’s lower abdomen rubbed against your clit causing you to whimper into his mouth.

“Are you close?” Eddie asked, fully out of breath.

“Mhm, that means you have to come too, can you do that for me?”

“Yes- shit,”

Your movements became sloppier, you couldn’t tell if the sounds of pure ecstasy that echoed off the walls was all your own doing, or the VHS that was still playing on the living room TV.

“M coming!” you gasped, the rubber band in your stomach finally snapping. Eddie’s moans and the feeling of his cock twitching inside your pussy was a good enough indicator that he followed you, but you could barely notice over your own pleasure.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” a mantra leaving his lips as he came down from his orgasm, still bucking up into you.

Your vision had gone completely black, too caught up in the ecstasy of it all: the orgasm, his body against yours, finally making a move on Eddie.

Eddie collapsed back onto the pillows, pulling you down with him. You stayed like this for a while, your head on Eddie’s chest, his in the wedge of your neck, slowly catching your breath.

“Shit,” you heard Eddie sigh.

“Couldn’t have said it more eloquently myself,” you joked making both of you huff out weak laughs.

“I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I’d like to be more than friends,” Eddie confessed.

“Well good, because I’m not sure I could ever just see you as a friend after this,”

“Me either,”

Eddie lifted his chin from the crook of your neck to give your lips a gentle smooch; he suddenly pulled away from it, panicked.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” you questioned suddenly, anxious at Eddie’s clear fright.

“I probably should have told you sooner but, better late than never,” he let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t know where the keys to these handcuffs are…”

“Are you serious?!”

“And Uncle Wayne is gonna be home in…” he glanced at his watch, “about 15 minutes,” he chewed on his lower lips.

“Jesus Eddie! Well come on let’s look around. I don’t think your Uncle will believe us if we tell him we decided to do an impromptu magic trick,”

God, what were you gonna do with this boy?

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

His Heart On His Sleeve (Johnny & Buster Hurt/Comfort Fic)

... or, buster finds johnny crying at the theater at night and offers him some useful advice along with a friendly reminder.

it’ll be my first time showing you guys any of my actual writing, but here it is! (by the way this is not a ship oneshot, nada, nothing like that. just some father/son bonding.)

also, i am currently dying for a good johnny angst prompt at the moment (really, any type of angst is fine) so if you guys have any ideas for one, please let me know?

Before everything, Buster Moon didn’t remember having many animals within his life.

He remembered his father — his kind, warm-hearted father — who had died several years after buying Buster the local theater with the money he had saved up, penny by penny through the carwash. That every penny, every car his dad ever washed, had been a step closer, a token for Buster’s dream-come-true.

For years after his father’s death, Buster had been hard at work within the show business; with the little money he had, he kept a wide smile plastered on his face and his feet running. Put on the shows he was just certain would be the breakthrough of his career. No matter how battered and bruised he got, he rose back to his feet in seconds. He strived to live up to the theater’s name. Strived to dream big dreams. Strived to make his dad proud.

And at the end of a long journey, he finally had.

Buster Moon sat at his desk inside his homey little office, the theater so eerily quiet as everyone had retreated home hours ago. The practice rooms and the stage were empty now, but there was a sense of comfort knowing that they would again light up with music tomorrow, and the day after.

Tonight, stars shone as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as it faded in dawn's first light. There were times in the daytime, under skies of blue, Buster would think of those faraway stars and how they'd return after the shadows blended into the dark.

They rose up from the dust every night and they shone like the stars they were born to be.

Buster stood on his tiptoes — and when that wasn’t high enough, did a little hop — to shut the lights off in his office and with his keys, safely locked the door with the help of a small stool sitting at the side. Humming a happy tune, he gave Ms. Crawly’s desk a fond look before turning the lights off in that room too.

Buster made his way down the flight of stairs that led to the entire backstage of a theater — a place he wouldn’t hesitate to call home, honestly. Sometimes he couldn’t really believe that he had managed to come this far; for years he had been labeled as “crazy, mad, a danger to society, a disgrace to the world of theater production”... now he was Buster Moon, named best showman and show producer of all of Calatonia. He couldn’t have been more proud of his cast and his new found family, they were everything to him and he couldn’t see himself being able to throw any of that away.

He hopped down the final several steps of stairs and checked the time: it was almost past twelve thirty and Buster knew he had to head back inside his living area above the theater soon for a “good night’s sleep and another great day’s work.” And he was just about to do that when his feet were stopped by the sound of an awfully familiar sob. And then there was someone sniffling and choking back their tears, and a weak cough.

Buster followed the sound, looking for the source of the noise — and as soon as he turned the corner towards the backstage rehearsal rooms, the sight he saw just simply broke his heart.

Johnny — kind, caring, talented Johnny — was sitting perched upon one of the wooden steps that led up to one of the rooms, his worn skateboard by his side, while hugging his knees to his chest and his cheek resting on top of it, seeming to try too hard to keep his sobs to a minimum. His shoulders were hunched and shaking, his whole form was trembling entirely. Between seconds he’d break into sobs before he caught himself again and tried to stop, but was having a hard time doing so.

“Johnny?”

The noises were immediately swallowed by an uncomfortable, forced silence. His broad shoulders stopped lurching with every sob but Buster could make out the frames of both his hands, slightly trembling in his wake.

“Johnny, is that you?”

“M-mr. Moon!” Johnny scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over one of the standing props, and Buster winced as his foot bumped against the metal costume rack on the side. “What are you doin’ here?”

“Ah, I was just about to shut her down for the night and return to my humble abode.” He gave one of the wooden pillars on the side of the backstage area a firm pat, the tiniest smile of pride on his face. “Johnny, I thought you left hours ago. It’s past midnight.”

“Oh, yeah, uh, I did, but… I-I left my skateboard down by the parking lot… and I didn’t want it to get lost.” Buster watched as Johnny’s eyes nervously darted away from his own, suddenly seeming very interested in the clock on the wall.

“... well, if you came to get your skateboard at the parking lot, how come you’re inside the theater?”

Johnny’s mouth opened as if to answer, but all that escaped past his lips was a sharp inhale and nothing else. Eventually he closed it without a word.

“... ‘s cold outside.” It seemed to be the best answer Johnny could come with at the moment.

“Is there a reason you’re upset?”

“Upset? Why would — why would you think tha’ I’m upset?” He nearly stumbled on his words and he slightly froze up when Buster fixed his eyes on him with a tentatively raised brow. “... just got sum’ dust in my eye, ‘s all.” He said, his voice barely a mumble as he gingerly lifted his arm to wipe his eye on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

Buster carefully made his way up to the much bigger mammal and sat himself on the empty seat beside him on the short flight of wooden steps. He gently patted the area next to him, and Johnny slowly sat back down. The stair slightly creaked underneath his bigger weight.

“So, why exactly are you upset, hmm?”

“But ‘m fine.”

“Johnny.”

The gorilla didn’t say anything for a long time, and Buster patiently waited. He wasn’t going to do anything else to pressure the poor kid, as he already seemed pressured enough by some sort of weight or burden he couldn’t make out. But he knew that whatever it was he had to get it out of Johnny, even if it took him the entire night.

“Mr. Moon,” Johnny finally said after what seemed like almost ten minutes, and Buster noticed the tremor in his voice. “... could you keep a secret?”

“Of course — swear it on New Moon Theater.”

Still, Johnny seemed to be hesitant to tell him whatever was troubling him so much — his brows were furrowed into a scrunched-up frown, almost as if thinking was hurting him, his finger tapping nervously against the knee of his worn jeans, lips pursed into a bit of a line. Occasionally he’d open his mouth slightly to chew down on his bottom lip, his canine poking against his skin.

Buster gently cleared his throat. “It’ll all be easier if you talk to me.”

“I know, I know that, but…” Johnny then groaned and put his hands over his face — it wasn’t long until Buster heard a quiet, restrained sniff from him and a silent mutter of ‘sorry’. And Buster gave him all the time he needed, sitting next to the gorilla who was much bigger than him in comparison but seemed so small at the moment, seen at his most vulnerable state.

“... before the concert and everything, well… something happened between me and m’dad.”

Johnny didn’t continue for a while and Buster patiently waited until he was ready to talk.

“… see, well, my dad — h-he’s not like most dads, he’s…” And then Johnny mumbled something barely under his breath, too quiet to hear even under the complete silence of the theater.

“What’s that, Johnny?”

“… a gang leader.” And then Johnny hung his head, looking as if he were about to cry, like a scolded child who had done the most terrible thing.

Buster thought back to the day of the theater flood disaster (a day he didn’t really want to recall but his mind made him anyway) and he thought of the front headlines of the newspaper Johnny had been holding, sitting on that very flight of stairs they were on right now—he had pretended not to notice back then, but the thing was… he had.

“GANG LEADER ARRESTED.” Big, bold letters printed across the very front page, right above a picture of a rather huge gorilla’s mugshot which took up about more than half the page. Of course, back then, Buster hadn’t given it much thought — but maybe he should have.

“So…?”

Johnny turned to him, the look instantly vanishing from his face to be replaced by one with complete confusion and what seemed to almost be frustration. “... so? Shouldn’t you be scared of me?”

Buster let out a quiet chuckle. “Johnny, give me one good reason why I should be scared of you.”

“Well, I did just admit to being the son of a mob leader, didn’t I?”

“And is that supposed to be the good reason?” In response, Johnny dropped his gaze to the ground almost shamefully and simply shrugged. “Johnny, if you believe that what you said is going to change my mind about what a brilliant kid you are, you might want to rethink that.”

“... really? And you’re not just sayin’ that to make me feel better?” Johnny asked carefully, moving his eyes off the wooden floorboards briefly towards Buster.

“I promise.”

For a moment, Buster could see the flash of a smile on Johnny’s face but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

“... but I can tell that that’s not really the thing that’s troubling you here.”

“Well, it’s just…” Johnny lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, something Buster had noticed as a habit of his from quite a while ago. “... after my dad was, um, arrested —” He glanced at Buster and only slightly relaxed after Buster gave him a little nod. “— I’ve been tryin’ to work to get the bail money for him and my uncles. They told me it’s 50,000 dollars per person, a-and —”

“Woah woah woah, hold up.” Buster interrupted. “50,000 dollars per person? So —”

“150,000 dollars in total, yeah. At least, tha’s what they told me.” Johnny’s foot shifted uncomfortably against the wooden floor. “I-it’s quite much, I know.”

“It’s too much.” Buster found his finger tapping nervously against his own knee. “And… how are you going to get all of that money?”

“I was initially plannin’ to use the 100,000 dollars for the singing contest if I could, but —” Johnny froze and stopped midsentence, noticing late what words had left his mouth. “... Mr. Moon, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to —”

“Hey, don’t — it’s okay. That… that’s a huge mistake on my side. Not one of my proudest moments, but… it’s what brought me here, isn’t it? I try to think of it that way.” Buster merely gave him a smile. “Anyways, go on.”

Johnny didn’t seem too sure of himself but continued anyways, seeming to grow more nervous by the second. “... I opened up my dad’s car repair business again, it’s bringin’ me an occasional few hundred bucks every week, but I’m tryna pay for all the expenses and the food, and the water and electricity bill and it really isn’t leavin’ me with anythin’… so I figured that I would be able to earn a little more with a part-time job.”

“Johnny, you balance your dad’s car repair business and a part-time job with theater practice?”

Johnny bit back down on his lip. “Actually, it’s two jobs… one didn’t really make the cut.”

“Two part-time jobs — where?”

“... one at a bar as a waiter and the other as a cashier at the supermarket.”

“Johnny, I…” Buster was at a loss for words. One major job as a cast in the theater was enough. Maintaining a business along with that was tiresome. Another part-time job to that was gruesome. But another? Buster couldn’t possibly see Johnny getting any time to sleep or eat at all — was he even doing that? “... Johnny, this is way too much for you. You can’t balance three jobs and a garage business altogether — that’s just impossible.”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Moon, I really shouldn’t have told you all this.” Once again Johnny was reduced into what seemed like a reprimanded child, suddenly looking down to avert Buster’s eyes altogether.

“No, Johnny, it’s just… how do your shifts go?”

“... I work as a cashier from seven to eleven thirty after I leave the theater.” Johnny quietly admitted. “And then I head over to the bar and work the night shift from twelve… until five.”

“Do you even get any time to sleep?”

Johnny drummed his fingers nervously against his lap for a while without answering before eventually he opened his mouth. “I mean, yeah… about two to three hours. B-but I have coffee and energy drinks every mornin’.”

Buster always greeted every one of his cast with the widest smile and sometimes the occasional hugs. Johnny had been no exception — but now that Buster took a better, more careful look at the young gorilla, he looked terrible; the skin of his face looked a tad bit clammier, lips chapped, and the dark circles underneath his eyes were quite clearly noticeable. It made Buster think if he had possibly been the last one to notice when he should have been the first — and he felt absolutely awful.

“Johnny, this… all this… you shouldn’t have to be doing all of it. It’s too much for you.”

“But, Mr. Moon… he’s my dad.”

“And you’re just a kid. You don’t need to work so hard to be earning any sort of bail money. That’s not something a kid should be doing.”

“But…”

“You shouldn’t have to be working more than one job to try and pay your bills and to free your dad and your uncles from jail — you should be going to school, getting good grades, making friends, going out with them with that skateboard of yours, going to parties and having fun and whatever kids do these days! This… this just doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“Mr. Moon…” Johnny swallowed, lifting his head to look ahead of him without much of a focus. “He might be a criminal and I know he is servin’ his sentence there in jail… but it’s too long. It’s gunna be years of me without him, and… a-and for almost forever, he’s really all I’ve had. I love ‘im, and… I don’t want him to spend the rest of his life in a cell. It scares me so, so much — thinking I’ll have to be… alone. Without my dad.” He again rubbed the back of his neck, but the touch seemed almost like an act of a cocked gun — ready to spring at a given chance. “... I just want to give ‘im a chance. I want him out, Mr. Moon. But…”

Johnny lifted his hand to move it over his mouth, as if trying to choke back on his own words. Buster then realized that there were tears gathering in Johnny’s eyes and they finally gave in, sliding down his cheek and eventually across his already-damp fur.

“It’s just so hard.”

His voice just broke right then and there, cracking with pressure — and it just tore Buster apart. “I feel like… like everything’s being ripped apart, and it hurts so bad that i-it’s like, like somethin’s tryna choke me.” He rambled on. “I’m tryin’, I swear, to try and make it alright, b-but sometimes I feel like something squeezing me and I just can’t breathe, a-and my hands don’t stop shaking, I try to stop but my heart just feels like it’s going to explode, and sometimes I get so scared because it just feels like I’m dying —” Johnny glanced sideways towards Buster, a look of a scolded child etched across his face and a glint of panic flashing across his features. “… I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m just really scared.” He released a very shaky breath, eyes downcast.

“Johnny, what is there to be scared of?”

The gorilla hesitated answering before opening his mouth to reply. “... of bein’ alone. Without family.” He sniffled again and wiped the corner of his eye. “Sorry.”

“... Johnny, we don’t apologize for being afraid.” Buster said quietly. “Being afraid isn’t something to be ashamed of — it’s what makes us strong enough to fight against what we face.”

He lifted his eyes from the floor. “Wh-wha’ do you mean by that?”

Buster stayed quiet for a little while. “... after my father passed away, I didn’t know what to do. Growing up, he was the only one who really believed in me.” He shrugged and gave Johnny a tiny smile — Johnny didn’t quite return it. “He was all I ever really had.”

Buster took out his old wallet from his back pocket (he ought to buy another one pretty soon) and carefully opened the folds of leather, slipping out an old photograph. Johnny finally removed his eyes from simply watching space as the photo caught his attention.

In the photo was a young koala being held by an older one, both of them wearing huge smiles on their faces. They both looked carefree. Happy.

“This was my father.” Buster said quietly, keeping the smile as he handed Johnny the photo, knowing he’d handle it with care — without a word, Johnny took the small photo from him and gingerly held it between both his thumbs and index fingers with both hands. “He was caring, and oh, so warm-hearted, made the worst jokes… but most of all, he was hardworking. Very diligent. Set his mind on something, there was no turning back. He wouldn’t stop until he had accomplished what he had decided to do. And for him, it was earning enough money for me to be able to call this place Moon Theater. A theater of my own.”

Johnny spoke for the first time in a while. “He sounds like a wonderful person.”

“He was, he really was.” Buster watched as Johnny gently moved his thumb over the grayish worn image of his own father. “After he was gone, leaving me this theater… everything seemed so lost. I had had tons of plans on what I was going to do, what type of shows I was going to produce, what I’d do for the theater and how I’d improve on it for more and more shows… I had all planned it for him. With my father gone, it just all seemed fruitless… if that makes sense.” He let out a weak chuckle, and Johnny shifted uncomfortably at Buster’s side, holding the small photo loosely between his fingers on his lap.

“I mourned for a while, couldn’t really get back up on my feet. Believe me, I was a complete mess. The feeling of loss, it was just too much. The notion of having to go on without him, all on my own, it just really… really got to me, y’know? It scared me. He had been my guide my entire life, knew what the right decisions were — I didn’t know if I would be able to follow his footsteps and do the same. I was just… Buster Moon at the time. I wasn’t anything else.”

“But you are more than that, Mr. Moon.” Johnny said softly, the volume of his voice slightly raised than before. “You’re… you’re passionate, you’re enthusiastic, and you always see the best in us. Saw the best in all of us, didn’t you? I think…” He cleared his throat. “... I think you’re a millenia more beyond just your name.”

Buster couldn’t help but crack a smile at Johnny’s sincerity — he could see it through the kid’s eyes. “Thank you, Johnny. Means a lot hearing it from you, you know?”

Johnny offered Buster a tiny smile — small, but nonetheless a smile. It soon faltered, however, as a look of deep thought overcame his face, the canines biting into his lip again. “So… how did you overcome it?”

“Not gonna lie, Johnny… it was hard keeping my head on straight and trying to maintain the theater business, let it live up to its name. It was my pride, it was my father’s pride. Every day there would be instances where I had to avert what I didn’t want to face — things that I didn’t have the confidence to face on my own. Well, until…” Buster gave Johnny a little nudge against his arm, although it was nothing merely more than a small poke. “... until I had the greatest luck of being able to find the greatest, most talented cast members I could ever ask for.”

Johnny chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes, really — never thought I knew it, but… I guess all I needed was a new family to help me get by.” Buster hummed throughtfully. “It started with my father, of course. But after you guys came along? I’ve been the happiest koala in the history of koalas.”

Johnny smiled. “A found family.”

Buster nodded in return, placing his much, much smaller paw onto Johnny’s hand. “A found family. A found family that will support you no matter what, with anything you need. That’s what helps to overcome fear, Johnny. Because with people like us by your side? I can promise this — you’ll never be alone. Never in a million years. Because sometimes,” Buster nodded towards the photo, still in between Johnny’s fingers. “things that you think scare you, can become your motivation to find what you’ve lost. It’s always somewhere out there — you’re just not looking in the right places.”

The gorilla flicked his gaze downward towards the small photograph he had still been holding — he carefully handed it back to Buster. “I guess I haven’t really thought of lookin’.”

“Well, now you know where to start looking, don’t you? It’s like I always say — Moon Theater is the solution to every problem.”

“You never say that.”

“Eh, it’s worth a try.” Buster shrugged as he got to his feet, tucking his wallet back into his pocket and lightly dusting his suit before turning to the gorilla. “Johnny, I mean it when I say this — your health and well-being comes first. Two part-time jobs is just way too much, one seems more than enough.”

“But then what about the bail money —”

“Bail money comes after your health and well-being, of course. Johnny… you don’t have to do this all on your own, alright? Remember you have a family to look towards.”

Johnny shrugged and rubbed his arm with his other hand. “Well, I dunno…”

“I’m sure everyone would love to help you if you just get yourself to open up to them.”

“You mean… tell them about my dad?” Johnny slightly winced and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yes, what else would it be?”

“But Mr. Moon, I-I don’t think it’s a good idea, I mean — Ash is still dealing with that ex-boyfriend of hers, Rosita is already busy with twenty-five kids, and I’m really sure Meena wouldn’t really like to know that I have a personal blood connection with a crimi —”

“Johnny, what you told me today hasn’t changed my view on you a tiny bit — there is not a bad bone in you whatsoever that tells me you’re anything close to a criminal… or any gang member, for that matter. You’re gentle, kind, caring and talented and soulful… kid, I could go on forever and ever. And knowing our cast,” Buster gave Johnny’s arm a gentle pat. “I’m sure they won’t think any differently.”

“... thank you, Mr. Moon. Really, I appreciate it. I… I really needed to hear all of this today.” Buster watched as Johnny’s tense shoulders finally seemed to relax, the look of relief spreading across his features. “Feels good to, y’know… be able to talk to someone.”

“Anytime, Johnny — now, promise me you’ll try to give yourself more time for yourself?”

“Yeah, promise.”

“Well, it’s getting late — do you maybe want a cup of hot chocolate before you go?”

The way Johnny’s eyes lit up like a child on Christmas day at the mere mention of hot chocolate sent Buster into chuckles.

“Really, hot chocolate?”

“I bought an entire stash of it after I saw you kids last week emptying three thermos of it each in the rehearsal rooms.”

“... if it’s not much trouble, Mr. Moon —”

Buster laughed and set off to find Johnny a clean mug and the hot chocolate mix he had stowed away somewhere in his cupboard.

[lily-drake]

Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life.  An earth where everyone is born with wings.  Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed.  If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul.  Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian.  It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6.  But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout.  Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers.  Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that.  She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil.  Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety.  She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance.  She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone.  He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings.  In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed.  She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective.  He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health.  She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects.  Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”.  Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training.  He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base.  She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame.  She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up.  She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother.  She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him.  Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that.  They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone.  She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault.  She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction.  She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else.  So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran.  She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran.  An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods.  She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing.  Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground.  She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible.  She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves.  Pearl-like apples growing on a few.  She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark.  She was cold, it felt very cold.  She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones.  She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm.  Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet.  They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started.  It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it.  What they discovered broke their hearts.  There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them.  They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care.  They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives.  Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it.  She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital.  How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that?  It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything.  And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in.  They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents.  It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off.  She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before.  The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose.  There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache.  She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad.  She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could.  The entire room was white and there were bright lights.  There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying.  She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here.  Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up.  It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently.  Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever.  They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her?  What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you?  If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction.  These were randoms, innocents if you will.  They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings.  Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed?  The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings.  Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings.  She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is.  Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does.  Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers.  She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept.  She didn’t want to hurt them though.  But maybe she could protect them?  Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt?  Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did.  She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed.  Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok.  If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread.  She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug.  She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though.  So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted.  She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did.  They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France.  This was supposed to be her new home.  The city of light and love.  Maybe here, it would stop her curse.  It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness.  She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one.  Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it.  It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now.  It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere.  They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them.  They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission.  They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings.  She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them.  Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed.  When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them.  Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”.  She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged.  She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up.  The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous!  Utterly ridiculous freak.”  And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest.  Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero.  She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die.  She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk.  Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings.  He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had.  Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could.  She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings.  It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to.  When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out.  But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch.  Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth.  Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi.  To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections.  Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did.  Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth.  She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it.  After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case.  Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly.  She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with.  That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people.  Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon.  She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough.  It was never enough.  She had abandoned her brother.  She betrayed the league.  She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use.  The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip.  Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would.  She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*.  Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted.  During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get.  He almost discovered her wings at one point.  She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment.  Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful.  He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once.  But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions.  They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him.  She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE.  The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it.  She often thought of Damian when she sketched.  She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close.  She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die?  She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well.  Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry Marinette!  Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that!  I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar.  She would never lower herself to do that.  She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled.  She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her.  Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something.  She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice.  She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop.  The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next.  The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded.  Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak?  Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying.  They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again.  She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body.  Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined.  When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open.  She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable.  Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were.  He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class.  She didn’t listen though, she just observed.  The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out.  He had such lovely wings though,  they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them.  They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening?  Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention.  The insults and jeers stopped after that.  She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely.  They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them.  Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously.  She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette.  Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you.  Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did.  Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother.  It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting.  When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight.  Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room.  The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”.  Their father was Bruce Wayne?!  She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life.  No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen.  She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop.  Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head.  Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them.  Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air.  Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes.  She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had.  Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers.  The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom.  But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something!  Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

[broijuswannareadsmut]

Amor Manchado: (2) Shinichiro Sano x Fem Hispanic Reader

Summary: You and Shinchiro met in hs and have always had an on and off liking towards each other despite being close friends and sharing many moments together. You're now in your twenties and are still trying to navigate your life with him.

Series Masterlist

Content Warnings: Rly ooc, substance use (alc0h0l, 🍃, ❄️), suggestive sexual activities, basically no Shin this chapter.

a/n: I was high the entire time

wc: 3771

It was Saturday already and you had packed up for the night to go to Nagisa's house. At the very bottom of your bag was the outfit you had planned to wear tonight, makeup, sleepwear for the sleepover AFTER the party. You double checked everything you had was there and left your room to go say goodbye to Abuelita.

She was downstairs watching a telenovela on the fairly old TV, sitting in her favourite reclining chair with a blanket that had your (h/c/n)'s colors on it.

"Bueno Abuelita ya me voy donde Nagisa's, te voy a estar mandando fotos y todo para que sepas que no estoy haciendo drogas y toda de esas pendejadas." You said sarcastically, knowing that she was going to lecture you on everything and anything.

"Tu sabes que esas cosas no te sirven para nada. If I find out you've been drinking and doing drugs... Ni quieres saber _____. You don't want to end up like our other relatives." She reminded sternly. Her eyes left you no room for argument.

"Si Abuelita ya se. Gracias, Te amo y te quiero." You smiled softly at her before walking over to her sitting figure and cupped her face as you pecked both her wrinkly cheeks and forehead. Your grandmother only hummed in response to your affection, which in turn made you grin. As you were slipping on your comfy slides you checked your phone

6:30pm read your phone's clock. You opened the door of your condo, locked the door and went down the flight of stairs that then lead to the backdoor. You had been waiting for the bus to arrive at your stop, whilst you were waiting the cool spring breeze was brushing up on your exposed arms, making you shiver in delight and excitement for tonight's festivities. This was the kind of thing you thought people your age had to experience before it was too late.

After taking the 15 minute walk to Nagisa's house you texted Akane to ask her to let you in.

"_____! You're finally here! I was worried you got kidnapped or something, it's already 7:20!" Akane giggled as she greeted you at the door.

"Kane, don't worry about me so much, you know I just have to bus everywhere for now since my grandma doesn't trust anyone who owns a car." You explained as you were both walking up the stairs to Nagisa's room. Akane just pouted as you were ranting.

Once you were up there you were greeted with an overwhelming scent of weed.

"Holy fucking shit bro." You said inhaling the aroma in the room, already feeling a secondhand high coming on.

Kaiya was at the windowsill holding a joint in between her index and thumb. Her eyes were bloodshot red. Nagisa was over at her vanity doing her makeup. You quickly noticed the rolling tray on the floor, 6 other joints had been rolled already.

"Oh hi _____, you're finally here, now we can all pregame!" Kaiya shouted excitedly running over to you and giving you a hug, you smelt the stench from her and quickly pulled away from her.

"Kaiya we need to get you ready and smelling less like za before we leave which is like in 2 hours." Your motherly instincts kicking in.

"Lighten up _____ I know how to handle myself, I'm gonna hop into the shower." Kaiya said rolling her eyes.

"I'll go in with you! No way you can be unsupervised." Akane chimed in.

You opened up your backpack and began talking to Nagisa as you started getting ready. You quickly realized that she too was a little high.

a/n: I imagine we're wearing this, cuz I hate dresses and it's easy to dance in 😉

2 hours later and you and the rest of your friends were ready to get going. Not before Kaiya insisted that you all smoked a joint especially since she rolled so many just for the occasion. You and Akane shared one since both of you had a low tolerance.

You were outside waiting for the ride Kaiya had promised you all 2 blocks away from Nagisa's house.

"Fuck what kind is this Kai?" You said as you lightly started hitting your chest with your fist as you passed it to Akane.

"It's uhhh like sativa with a hint of hybrid I think? I don't know that's what my dealer told me, I get like a 50% off discount so I don't really fucking ask." She shrugged.

"It's really strong." Akane puffed. Akane passed the roach to Nagisa and she finished it off before snuffing it out with the heel of her shoe.

"Our rides should be here any minute." Kaiya said saying impatiently while typing away on her phone

"Ridesss?" You asked confused at the plural.

Suddenly you hear loud revving noises from kilometers away coming from the South.

"OH! I didn't tell you _____? I got connections with lots of people remember? That includes gangs." Kaiya laughed as she stepped forward to greet the fellow gang members.

You froze up. You had never encountered an entire gang except here and there when you had passed by a few fights without second glance, since you wouldn't dare get caught in any of that. Now you were getting a ride from them to a party?? Nahhhhh. Your mind was already thinking of all the worst case scenarios. The revving had gotten louder and closer until finally there were about 10 boys on motorcycles in front of the 4 of you. You were holding your phone tightly to your side with anxious eyes.

"Hi boys, I hope you don't taking us on your motorcycles!" Kaiya cheered.

"Not at all Kaiya, anything for you." A boy with red hair spoke up.

"Thank you Josh. Okay guys just hop on anyone's bike I guess and we can get going." Kaiya said as she began putting on the extra helmet this Josh guy had.

Nagisa and Akane quickly caught on quickly and picked a guy to ride on the way there.

"Yo get on the bike. Here." A boy who's name you couldn't care less to remember now held out a helmet for you to wear.

"O-oh... Thank you." You spoke up. You got onto the back of the bike and held around the boy's torso tightly with your head against his back.

The ride was a blur considering that you were already a high from the joint from 30 minutes ago, nonetheless you got there un injured and thanked the boy for letting you ride with him. You regrouped with your friends and left the boys to their own devices as you entered the comically large mansion. It was lively, reckless, anything you could call it.

You soon had realized that as soon as you got of the motorcycle gravity was a weird experience. Each step you took felt like 20 pounds, you could feel as though there was a massager on each side of your calf. Heart beating rapidly, Pins and needles poking you everywhere it could, your ears were pounding hypersensitive to the noise of the party, and your eyes were drooping and burning, eye blink you took felt like an elephant on each one, even your eyes were delaying your vision, seeing blurs everywhere unless you focused on it really well.

You were then somehow in the kitchen and possessed a red solo cup of who knows what. You felt yourself breathing through your mouth, causing you to take a sip of your drink. You gulped it down and it ran smoothly down your throat and as it got through your intestines your realized that that shit was tequila mixed with aguardiente, your stomach felt warm and tingly. You needed to find one of your friends or else you'd go insane.

You push through the heaps of people and end up in the living room where they're playing stupid makeout games and shots. You're becoming agitated to the over excessive screaming of the pick white girls. You're eyes are squinted in hopes of seeing something familiar. You go upstairs in hope of finding a more quiet lovely bedroom. The stairs were a bitch, they were spiralling stairs so that much circles could not be good for you.

You get up there even when you stumbled at times. The hallway was long and looked as though it went 3 other ways. Your logic tell you to go down straight of the hallway. You soon end up at the end of the hallway. The hallway was dark, heightening your other senses. As you were reaching for the doorknob it opened from the inside.

You stumbled back surprised, the boy that had opened the door looked familiar. You refocused to the person's face, and it was in fact the lazy eyed blond from yesterday.

Wakasa had been suspicious of something being outside considering they were literally having an argument with a rival gang inside that room (thankfully he got to be dismissed), he was surprised to notice that it was just a drunk looking girl and he rolled his eyes. He looked at you at a closer inspection and realized you were the pretty chick from that (h/c/n) restaurant. He smiled.

"Hi pretty, what're you doing in a place like this at this hour? I thought you were a good girl who helped her grandma out." Wakasa teased as he held his hand down so he could pull you to your feet. In your sober state you would've rolled your eyes and retorted to the joke, but instead you whined and whimpered against his chest.

"Haha I didn't think the joke was that mean. I just wanted a reaction out of you, I kinda liked it." He whispered in your ear as his arm wrapped around your waist then hooked his other arm underneath your knees to pick you up bridal style.

You gasped at the sudden motion. "Wakasa! S-stop "m heavy... I'm so tired." You slurred.

"Pretty, I've carried men that were 5 times your size, you're as light as a feather." Wakasa dismissed scoffing at the thought of him not being able to pick you up. "And don't fall asleep on me, let's go dance, you know how to dance right?"

"Y-yeah,  but "m so tired, I have no energy." You complained as you felt him going downstairs.

"I have an idea on how you can gain some more energy, but you have to trust me kay?"  Queried Wakasa. "You got high before you got here right? And you're still high right?" He questioned.

"Fuckin' so many questions... But yeah whatever I smoked half a joint." You grumbled. It wasn't fully registering in your mind what he said about whatever idea, and hoped it involved a bed and ASMR.

"Okay then you're a lightweight and you should be fine, just stick to me okay pretty?" Bossed Wakasa. You nodded absentmindedly, as he put you back on your feet gently. The music was a fucking pain, animals everywhere. He grabbed your hand and led the way.

Suddenly you were what seemed to be a different living room than the one you had seen when you first entered the mansion. You were seated at a couch in between 2 people, they were bending over, hovering over the marble table. You looked up to search left and right for anyone familiar. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands grasp at your shoulders and squeeze.

You let out a squeal and the hands began to laugh. The hands had a head and the head was a mop of blond and a dangly earring.  

a/n: Guys listen to Transparent Soul by Willow Smith during this part (if you want🤷‍♀️)

"Sorry for the scare princess, anyways are you ready to put my idea into action?" Wakasa Jeered.

"Um, I... don't know, let me see you do it first Wakasa." You squeeked. Unsure of anything going on. I'm gonna kill myself if I lost my phone right now. You thought as you were shifting around in your seat to see which pocket you had left it in.

"Alright princess but you have to watch carefully for this okay? Oh are you looking for your phone?" He asked. Your eyes perked up at the mention of your phone.

"Haha, don't worry princess I got it, speaking of which let's take a video of this moment, with flash." Wakasa opened the camera on your phone and began to record you guys. Your eyes squinted and a hand went to your eyes, irritated by the light.

AS Wakasa moved the camera to show the room and set up you finally noticed what was on the table.

Piles of substance that you recognized all too well. You remember when you went to (h/c/n) your family had been brought to a warehouse and you were vividly aware of the snow looking resemblence.

"Oh fuck man, I-I don't do that shit, my family like deals it n shit, I can't." You stammered a little nervous to find out what he'd do once you refused to go along with him.

"Tch then you'll be a natural princess, stop being a pussy and get fucked with me, it'll be fun I promise." Wakasa persuaded as he grabbed a 1000 yen bill and began rolling it up. He glanced at you and still saw so much hesitation in your eyes.

"Okay _____, I'm gonna do it first, it's a breeze just chill out." He reassured.

You flinched at him calling you your name for the first time, his voice sounded annoyed. You nodded slightly. He gave you your phone back while it was still recording.

"Just watch me and record." He leaned over the table and scraped up 3 lines of coke with a random card. He put the rolled up bill to his right nostril and plugged his left with his index finger. In no time he snorted 3 lines. You were dumbfounded to say the least. Wakasa stood up from the couch and sucked in a ragged breath. He even jumped a little up and down as he held his right nostril.

"See? It's ight, don't stress this shit feels great once it hits and since you're already high it'll cancel out some of the negative effects of it later." He said still trying to fully sell you on the idea.

He sat back down beside you and started lining up some for you to do. He came up with 2.

"Okay princess I think that with your tolerance you should only do 2. Alright?" He asked looking at your furrowed face.

You quickly allowed yourself to accept that you were coming out of this house fucked up on coke, but you had no other choice, Wakasa was just so overly convincing and intimidating, you wouldn't dare refuse twice. You took the rolled up bill and put it in your left nostril, you handed the phone which had been recording for what felt like forever now over for Wakasa to hold. You bent over the lines that had been made up and started at one of the lines. Your index was closing your other nostril tightly, you then swiped down the line through the bill. The substance was fucking strong, it burnt your nostril hair off, but you couldn't stop, you had to get the other line over with or else you would pussy out.

You gasped as soon as you managed to do both. Your palm flew to your nose and you began to rub at it.

"Fuck... I'm gonna kill myself that fucking burns. " You complained, taking shallow breaths through your mouth, afraid of how breathing regularly would feel.

"Haha. But you're alive aren't you pretty? It'll kick in soon but for now let's get out of here." Wakasa said as he turnt the camera off. You stood up and were surprised to still see at least another 20 people in the room doped up. You were fucked.

Wakasa yanked your body up, and began walking towards the door to leave.. You left and you were back with the noise of the party. What fucking time is it bro? Your body temperature significantly increased, you felt hot and your heart was beating like it had when you first arrived, the main and only difference was that you felt confident and on top of the world.

The coke in you made you take the lead, as you dragged Wakasa by his calloused hand by zigzagging through all the globs of persons.

"Why're you in such a hurry pretty?" Wakasa shouted close to your ear as he simultaneously squeezed your hand.

"I wanna dance kasa." You looked over your shoulder to see his face, he only smiled at the sudden nickname. You became nervous at his observing eyes and turned back. "Casa means house in Sp- Spanish by the way... "Case you didn't know." You mentioned.

"Cool."

Finally you were somewhere where everyone was dancing their hearts out. You let go of Wakasa's hand and went to go find the person that was in charge of the music.

"Yo man "m sorry for bothering you but could you play a song for me real quick?" You suggested. The man looked at you through his snowboarding sunglasses, how fucking white and rich do you have to be wear those unironically?

"Okayyyy I'm taking that as a yes. Dile a Tu Amiga by Dalmata pleaseee." You sang

The boy nodded at you and searched it up on his phone, you caught a glimpse of the time and it was only fucking 12:30. Holy fucking shit.

You ran back to Wakasa as he smiled at your return.

"Mkay I picked a song for us to dance to so you better be a good fucking dancer pretty boy." You accused.

"Hahaha. I'll just follow your lead baby." Laughed Wakasa. You hummed.

Yo contigo solo quiero mencionar, No lo coja personal x2

"No te vaya a enamorar."You winked seductively at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.  He grabbed hold of your hips, both of you both started swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song. You were both smiling at each other as your siren eyes were staring into his droopy ones.

Dile a tu amiga, que es bella

You turn away from Wakasa's face to turn your entire body from him. Your head landed on his shoulder as you both continued to grind against each other's bodies not caring about other people being around. You smiled up at him soaking in the feeling of euphoric happiness.

Que yo, que yo, también quiero con ella

Your left arm wrapped behind the blond's head as you gripped some of his surprisingly coarse hair. He took that as an opportunity to move his hands away from your hips. One of his hands dragged up towards your ribcage and the other one landing on your lower abdomen. As soon as you felt his hand there the feeling of like when you had been on za came back. Your body was pounding from the inside out and you were hyper aware of the pounding below your lower abdomen.

You began panting for a multitude of reasons, but the main one being from the burning physical tension in the air.  

Que yo, que yo tambien quiero con ella

Wakasa noticed your uneven breathing and had an idea of how you must've been feeling. In all honesty he didn't give much of a fuck. He was here for a good time and entertainment, thankfully you were the one to step up to the plate that night. The other plus was that he could brag to his other friends, Shinichiro especially about how you fucked all night. Wakasa knew Sano had a thing for you the moment they walked into that restaurant yesterday, he wanted to mess around with him for it.

Sube, baja, ponteme loca

You turned back around to be face to face with him and re wrapped your arms around his smooth neck. Everything felt sped up and unreal, for that moment in time you felt like you were a person watching the scene unfold from the comfort of their TV screen you feeling detached from your body.

"You're staring at me princess." Wakasa whispered sultrishly.

You quickly fell embarrassed at how you had spaced off not realizing where you had been looking. You make eye contact with him and the look in his eyes look as though they were hungry and in search for prey. Your arms around his neck loosened out of confusion.

"Stop lookin' at me Kasa, makin' me think you want me to suck your dick or something." You shuddered.

"Would it be so bad if I was princess?" He teased, pulling you flush against his chest by your hips.

"Ugh. That's what boys like you always think about Wakasa. Always having your dick lead the way." You criticized.

Your sudden back talk was a surprise to Imaushi, but he knew damn well that he wasn't about to get disrespected by a foreign bitch. He grabbed hold of your cheeks and made sure you were looking at him straight in the eye.

"I'll have my dick lead it's way to your fucking filthy back talking mouth, if you keep running it." He let go of your cheeks and resumed as though nothing had happened.

You on the other hand felt the pounding below your core come back again. I'm such a fucking whore.

El Dalmation

As the song was finishing up you untangle yourself from the blond and looked at with doe eyes. He looked at you nonchalantly as though he hadn't just threatened you moments ago. He looked away from you to search his surroundings. He smirked once he saw the person he had been anticipating. Wakasa takes hold of your waist to put your back to his chest.

"Look straight ahead of us princess, look who was watching you..." He grinned as he whispered in your ear. You were dazed at what he wanted you to do but you quickly put the pieces together.

Your eyes focused to a tall figure with a cowlick of black. Your eyes adjusted to the lights and realized it was the boy who had left you that sweet note and tip for you yesterday. His dark eyes made direct eye contact with yours, this time he wasn't shying away from your gaze, he was holding it with such confidence and determination. He began to make his way to you guys.

Wakasa smiled, the night was still young.