#I know I said I wasn’t answering things till tomorrow but yeah

[j2zara]

also we can't underestimate the fact that j4 thinks j2 is so pretty. j4 can and should do his makeup all pretty and dress him up. j3 might be barbie but j2 is polly pocket bc he's SO cute.

Clone make-up day (as in making up for being assholes to each other not makeup as in doing makeup but they also are doing each others makeup) consists of them basically pretending they’re doing a sleepover in the basement where. J4 pins j2 to the bed and does his makeup like those girls in that meme everyone cites. And then j3 does one of those color match tests or something to find what colors go with him skintone (somehow the answer is different for all the clones). And. Sadly this is a lesson j2 does not abide by bc he will not stop wearing those pastel blues. And I do think they make j2 all cute (I think he would look SO GOOD with some blue hair clips and some face glitter). And j4 is like you are so cute I could eat you up! [buttercup voice] Aren’t you the prettiest girl at the party. And gives him a little kiss on the nose… which j3 is like. Hey! And she’s like oh so because we’re fucking i can’t give my best friend a little kiss and tell him how cute he is? Sex negative!

(I really really try not to Girl Smurfify j4 by giving her a bunch of secretly girly traits bc I do think she is kinda tomboyish but. I do think when her soft spot for j2 comes out she’s extremely not normal and can’t be held responsible for her actions)

(J2 tells j3 later that j4 has admitted to him that. She thinks j3 is the most arrestingly, devastatingly beautiful person she’s ever seen. In a like. “This is going to destroy me” way. She used the phrase “emotionally captivating” and j2 didn’t get what she meant at all until he was like. Oh. That’s how I feel when I look at the pantheon)

I do think for Fun they do have a day where they all try to swap aesthetics as like a makeover day. So j2 gets a grunge look. And j3 does j4’s look and it ends up looking about as horrifying and off putting as when Allison got her makeup done all preppy in The Breakfast Club. And for fun j4 made sure j2 had to do j3 which literally pained j3 so much bc j2 doesn’t know what he’s doing and he came out looking so clownish and j4 made him parade it around the house all day <3

[henneseyhoe]

Sunshine

Aaron Pierre x BLACK!FEM!Reader

ORDER:Coffee (Smut) Tea (Fluff), Strawberry Cheesecake (Hair Pulling) , Jelly Filled Donut (Creampie) , Vanilla Beignet (Blind To Love) and a Brownie (Sunny vs Grumpy) served by Terry Richmond.

SUMMARY: Shitty jobs are made worth it cause pretty, funny girls exist!(ig idk chile)

The Bakery<3

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“How the hell do you deal with that?”

Was what people would ask Terry when they saw you two together. You were loud, anyone could hear your laugh from miles away and your smile radiated bright happiness that annoyed most, especially in your field of work. You were enthusiastic about nearly everything, seeing the bright side to dark situations that some just couldn’t bear. Maybe that’s why Terry held onto you the way he did. He even gave you the nickname ’Sunshine’ to show.

Everything that was listed, he indeed was not. He was not happy go lucky, he was not enthusiastic about things he had to do and he definitely wasn’t looking on the bright side, for reasons that could probably be justified.

When he was happy, it was mostly because of you. You were best friends (or he was definitely YOUR best friend) and working together in close proximity made it so much easier for Terry to get use to you. It was hard for Terry not to crack a smile when you were constantly in a good mood, bouncing off the walls. You found the spots in him that were soft and poked at them until he gave in, you learned his humor and kept him laughing when he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t lie, he was growing accustomed to being with you, he could even say he loved having you around (he would probably never say that out loud) . He just couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in his chest when you were near, butterflies in his stomach when you made eye contact with him. Little did he know, you felt the same.

Your heart beat down on your rib cage faster than it was on your first mission. You loved a challenge, and Terry was exactly that, testing your abilities to be professional, dangerous, light on your feet, but also keeping your brand of being the happy person you were.

Whenever Terry came into work, even if it was just to train, you were up in his face cracking jokes like you hadn’t just ran two miles. Of course because he was a rank higher than you, he use to send you on about your way the first few times, a little annoyed with your presence and attitude until realizing he couldn’t get rid of you even if he tried. You were everywhere and the crew was slowly growing a liking to you too.

You were like a leech, as he would describe. A cuddly and cute one, but a leech nonetheless.

Coming up on the date of the official homecoming for soldiers, it was time to head back to your respective states and you offered Terry a day to spend with just the two of you, enjoying the scenery of downtown and all it had to offer..as friends, Which he accepted after a huff (which was obviously faked, his ass was happy you asked) . Somehow, Terry found himself not wanting to leave when night had came. Something he had NEVER felt before, and he hated it. He hated that he knew it was because of you too, nothing else. Hell, he didn’t even like the state he was in, he was ready to go when he landed.

Babysitting a beer in your hand, you two sit close around the fireplace of your apartment, or what was yours till tomorrow.

“Feel like we been here forever” He breaks the silence, sipping on his drink while staring at the flicker of the fire in front of you both.

You shrug.

“It kinda has been? Seven months, two weeks, five days, and 21 hours is a long time!” You nod, Terry giving you a look before stifling out the chuckle he tried so hard not to free. You smile, satisfied at how easy it was to make him laugh now.

“So!…You ready to go home to the missus?”

Terry raises a brow, swallowing the bitter drink in his mouth. “Missus?”

You hum, waiting for an answer, but he never confirmed.

“Yeah. I mean, you never said anything about a wife or a kid, but I just assumed-“

“Never said because I don’t have” He interrupts, laughing. He couldn’t even imagine what about him gave husband. He didn’t wear a ring, on the right finger at least, and he thought the flirting he did confirmed him to be single already..Or what he thought was flirting. The making sure you ate and drank every day and teasing about how many push ups you could do didn’t really connect the dots for you. You were looking for a more forward approach considering he was a blunt man.

“What the hell about me made you think I was married with a kid?”

You laugh along with him to save yourself the embarrassment. Truthfully, you asked on purpose to see if he was single or not. To your surprise, no one had snatched him up yet.

“I-…I don’t know. I just see a nigga like you and just expect it” You respond, the palms of your hands already sweating. Your body was once again defying you, you felt like you were in highschool again.

Terry’s laugh shrunk until it was no more and his eyebrows rose at your statement. “A nigga like me?”

“…Yeah. Ya know…” You trail off, shyly looking away. By now regret had already set in your stomach for bringing up shit and snooping in his business. It would have been easier to search his name in the database and read his files, keeping your stalker shit on the low.

“Hm…Elaborate, sunshine. I wanna know what that mean” He presses, his squinted eyes searching for yours, but you refused to give in and see what may have been rejection.

“Look” You huff, shaking your head. “I just mean…You are a very handsome man, and I expected you to be…spoken for? Can you even say spoken for when talking about a man?”

You both laugh, but tension was still thick in the air, you just didn’t know what kind of tension it would turn to. Whether sexual or awkward tension, your nerves were getting worse by the second.

Terry on the other hand seemed cool as a cucumber, his tongue subtly tracing the rim of his beer bottle as he thought to himself before taking his last drink, finishing the beverage off.

“I don’t think so, but still. I appreciate that…so”

“So…”

He tilts his head. You could see it all from your peripheral view. His strong presence demanded attention from you. It was like that while working and it happened to never change outside of it.

“You aren’t spoken for?” He asks, his shoulder softly bumping yours to pull an answer quicker.

You shake your head, simultaneously setting down your bottle.

“Not since a year ago. Maybe if it was possible to pack a niggas dick with you when you leave for work, it wouldn’t be inside your bestfriend, right?”

“…You shittin’ me?” He leans, almost shocked that anyone would dare to cheat on you. Not only because of the person you were on the inside, but also because you could be classified as a high threat even while ass naked. That’s just the type of woman he wouldn’t cross, even at his rank.

“Nope, deadass”

“Damn..” He mumbles. “Whatever nigga out here silly enough to let little miss sunshine walk the earth without being right behind her need his ass beat. Shit, i’ll do it for you actually”

You giggle. “You’re silly”

“Nah, I’m serious”

Who knew that conversation alone would end with you getting ate out by someone you considered a friend, someone who you looked up to just a little, someone who just admitted he’d fuck somebody up for you…maybe giving it up was justifiable.

On the couch with your legs spread to each side, you forced yourself to open your eyes and bask in reality as Terry began the journey of taking you apart and putting you back together again. He placed soft kisses around your lips and on your clit before he licked long strings from your entrance, then sucked, earning a soft gasp from you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs while holding them apart, his strength not allowing you to hide from him at all. He wanted to taste all you had to offer, his tongue doing all the hard work slithering inside of your warm walls as his nose nudged your clit. You tensed up with every nudge, watching as he freely put his face in it. He made it messy enough to admire when he pulled his mouth off of you, your pussy glistening like he just doused you in oil.

“Look at that, mmm” There was a grumble that came deep from within his throat. His green eyes on you made it so hard not to be bothered even with him not doing anything, your poor clit jumping with excitement as he spread your lips open.

“She happy to see me, huh?”

You moan and nod eagerly, bringing your hand to your mouth to suck on a finger. Terry smiles at that, sharp teeth flashing from under his lips. He just wanted to bite you all over.

“Yeah, I know. When the last time you had some?”

“I-I don’t remember” And you truly couldn’t. Nothing worth remembering.

“Yeah? Imma make sure you remember this shit” He ends off with a bite to your thigh, almost as if he was warning you for what’s to come before he dove back into your heat, slurping up your soaked clit. Your belly was doing summersaults, you could barely contain your volume. It seemed Terry didn’t care about his.

When he ate, he made noise. He moaned, grunted, groaned. He was having just as much fun as you.

Your legs had began to shake the longer he was down there, your hands gripping onto the top of his white tank since that was all you had to hold on to after he practically ripped your oversized shirt off of you beforehand, and you feared ruining the couch if you got to pulling on it.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m so close” You struggled to keep your eyes on him even with his staring back up at you, low lidded and dark. They beckoned you to stay, but pleasure had came rolling through like natural disaster and wiped all thought from your brain, leaving you a shaking, blubbering mess.

His mouth pulled off of you and his hand moved in place of it, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Feel it, baby. Let it happen” He coos as you fight against his hand, thighs closing around his wrist which he just smacked away and kept at it until he felt he was done.

“Stop moving, let that shit happen, baby”

You felt like you were literally about to float to heaven, back arching up off of the couch just to get away from the overstimulation.

“Okay! Fuck!”

He moves his hand and allows you to go through the motions, twitching until that special feeling left your center. “Good job, pretty girl” A kiss from him was placed beside your opened mouth as heavy breathing left you.

He gave you time to recover while undressing himself, items of clothing fluttering to the ground until he was in nothing but his shorts.

Your eyes never left his length as it bobbed out of the bottoms. You hadn’t even noticed there was nothing under the shorts till now..So all of that print you were eyeing was all him. He was nothing little, nothing that you had ever seen before and it almost made you ask if that was all of it, hoping he had added something extra, if possible. You wanted to taste him, to lick up the dribbling precum from his tip and test if you could take him in your mouth first, but Terry desperately wanted to be inside you. You protested, pulling him in and stroking his shaft to solicit him into going your way, but he was stern, nearly completely ignoring your advances and lifting you to your feet.

You yelped, legs wobbly from your first orgasm, but you had no need to worry about falling because you were lifted off of your feet as fast as you got on them.

“D-don’t drop me!”

You begged, holding onto him while he bounced you to catch you in the right position to fuck you good, your legs swinging over his arms and his hands cupping your soft ass.

“I gotchu, baby”

He reassured as he kisses your lips. You could smell and taste yourself all on him, slightly sweet and herbal from the beer. All while sucking on his tongue, you felt the tip of him swipe against your entrance, your heart beating so hard in your chest that you were convinced he could hear it, and it was the same for him. He couldn’t wait to feel you, to be connected in other ways than just conversation and friendship. He longed to know what it would be like, and when he got a taste, there was no turning back from then on. Not that he would want to, anyway.

There was no way you were getting away from him. You were strong, but Terry was strong. The man trained relentlessly and always being on his toes payed off at work and apparently in the bedroom too.

Your thighs ached with a burning sensation as he bounced you on his long dick effortlessly, the tip of him kissing your cervix ever so slightly, but he knew good enough not to hit it dead on, fearing hurting you in the process. You appreciate the thoughtfulness, seeing as you were already losing the part of your brain that made thought out decisions.

“So fucking deep!”

You cried out weakly, nails scratching down his broad shoulders, creating red streaks he’d try to hide with a long sleeve the morning after, the feeling of you still dancing on his tongue as he got dressed. He grunts, palms squeezing the fat of your ass as his pace never seemed to falter. He was determined to get you there. To feel you cum around his dick so hard that the neighbors would wonder if you were hurt, that they would think about calling the cops just to check on you.

“Cmon, baby. You a big girl, take this dick like I know you can” He encouraged you sweetly, voice unshaken and stable as if the ribbon of release in the pit of his stomach wasn’t threatening to come undone, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

It wasn’t long until he decided to change the position and lay you on your stomach instead, a soft pillow placed underneath your hips to make sure you could meet his height and your ass stayed up right for him. Before he entered back into your warmth, he took his time to spread your cheeks and licking up whatever your pussy had started to drip, earning whiny, pathetic mewls from you.

He licked from your clit to the winking rim of your asshole, the tip of his tongue circling around it before going back down to your sensitive bud, teasingly suckling on it softly.

You drooled into your sheets. You knew you looked so damn stupid right now, but you couldn’t help it with how he was turning you every way but loose.

“Taste so fucking good”

He says from behind you, fully standing now with a hand in your silk press and the other laid directly in the middle of your back to help that arch. He didn’t even have to guide his dick into you, you were so wet and open for him already that all he did was wind his hips back to line up with you and push forward.

You could swear your breath was being sucked out of your lungs with each inch he dropped into you. It felt so good that you could almost ignore him pulling on your hair, forcing your head back to meet him for a slow, nasty kiss.

“Fuck- My hair, Terry!” You whined against his plump lips, one of your hands reaching for his wrist, but the tugging only made it worse for you. The sharp stinging in your scalp oddly satisfied something within you, your clit twitching at the newfound feeling.

“Fuck it. I’ll pay for it” He grunts, his teeth tugging at the bottom of your lip.

You both kissed with teeth and all as he fucked you, your ass loudly clapping back on his toned body with every thrust. He felt every motion of it, the waves clashing with his hips so mesmerizing that he couldn’t help but wanna stare.

As he pulled away from your lips, he opted to grab a hold of your throat instead, your moans immediately getting caught.

He made sure to grab you by the part where it was safe to hold, safe enough to where you could still breathe a little, but still got the sensation to feel held.

“Why-“ You managed to choke out, yet you couldn’t finish a sentence.

He cracked an almost cocky smile then moaned out a curse, his dick violently throbbing inside of you and reaching beyond what you thought was gonna be his limit.

“Why what? Spit it out, ma” He teased, his low cut nails almost scratching up the side of your throat when his thrusts got more fluid, the man putting way more wine into every collision.

You began to cry out, him muffling them slightly by letting go of you and pushing your head down into the bed. He only fucked you harder when your arch fell with your hips, your legs giving out as your pussy cried right along with you.

This position had you feeling everything. From the tip of him grazing your gspot to the veins that traveled up his dick and massaged your walls, giving you texture that you never felt before.

Him demanding a word out of you was like speaking to a brick wall. You had already came without warning, now you were just wetting up the sheets with incoherent words spilling from your mouth. He imagined you fucked out under him like this plenty of times before but he never knew it’d feel and look this good.

“Shit! Keep doing that and imma cum” He warns, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel him fill you up to the point you were leaking. You began purposely clenching around him, the first squeeze prompting him to lay a smack on your ass, and the second one making his hips stutter against you. He could feel himself becoming lighter, a swirl of heat blooming in the bottom of his stomach.

“Nut in this pussy, baby. Let me feel it, please” You begged hopelessly, doing your best to keep a good hold on his dick until he released with a loud groan, grinding his hips into your ass. You could feel each and every spurt of his cum being released inside you, warmth and fullness is what laid in the bottom of your belly.

“Mmm, fuck” His hips bucked one last time before he was pulling out with a grunt, large hands gripped on your ass and spreading you apart to see what he had done to you.

“So pretty. Push it out” He demanded, and you abided by it, pushing his cum out of you until you no longer felt full.

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💌- I’m criiine, this was supposed to be a headcannon too- LMFAOAOA. and yall wonder why i take so long, lawd. i told yall, i cannot do shit right smh. Anyway! i hope you liked this, homegirl 😭 i also managed to get this out before my first college class so hallelujah! *does ring shout*. also this was the longest smut i wrote in a whiiile lmfao. a whole 3k+ words so yaaay! eb clap for henny and wish her luck on this class 😋

[simonisferal]

not you again! "scaramouche x male reader"

episode nineteen: yeah, so, everything i said previously was a fucking lie. 📖

warnings: italics is a memory/dream, vulgar language, y/n cringe as hell

notes: i lowkey changed the format my fault 🤒 very short MY FAULT / like 600 words…?

Studying abroad wasn’t your choice in the beginning.

Your family, who you love with your entire being, wanted you to excel in everything. Academics, sports, even in your relationships. Your father decided to take in his father’s steps and join the army, but you didn’t want to do that, and yet you had to follow tradition—being like your mother was the only other choice.

Law degree. Graduated summa cum laude, top of her class. Adored A.D.A. and loving wife and mother.

Most people think getting into college is the hardest part. The hours put into studying and writing essays, the anxious wait of seeing if you were even accepted to go, and the administrative process.

You’d say it’s going away, for good.

“Hey, I have a question.” The sudden voice echoed through your ears. The sound was vivid, as the grass you were laying on, like you were living the moment.

Your ex-lover, your best friend, Kunikuzushi laid beside you. The August sunset shined around him, giving him strands of pink. It wasn’t too late to get up and leave.

The hollow hum from your throat felt familiar. Giving him the go-ahead, he cleared his throat. You could almost hear the frown he had plastered on his lips. “Do you think you’ll… ever tell your parents about us?”

Your throat felt dry. He paused, giving you a quick glance. You were beautiful. “Or something, you know,” he looked away, “about me.”

You didn’t think much about his question. No answer you could’ve promised would have pleased him. “I don’t know yet.” 

You two were both quiet for a while, just letting the sun rotate and the wind blow like it always does on the hill. He was obviously thinking about something; something that’ll stop whatever feeling you two had in your chests. 

Your head tilted towards his figure. Kunikuzushi was the love of your life, as cringe as that sounds for a teenager, and you didn’t want to go. 

”I leave soon.”

Yae, as far as you’ve known her, never didn’t like tormenting him; he knew already. Or maybe he was in denial about the thing.

He still scoffed. Putting his elbows on the grass, he sits up. His hair had a few cuts of grass that your hands seemed to float to. He looked back at you. He looked as pretty as the day you met him. “Is that why you’ve been doing all this? Why my mom’s been trying to play you as a stranger?” Kunikusuzhi’s voice cracked. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth were resisting the urge to bite his lips.

With each tick of green taken out of his hair, your smile faded. “Figured you‘d leave me on a good note.”

Your hand leaned in closer and brushed against his cheek. “I could never leave you, idiot. Not after everything.” He sighed.

He stayed quiet. Kunikuzushi closed his eyes. He tilted his head to sink into your hand. He swallows. “I’m coming with.”

You frown. ”You can’t.”

Ignoring you, he continues. ”I can, and I will.” He held your hand closer, pressing his nails against your skin like a scared child.

”’Zushi, you can’t.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you. How ever much he hates it, you made him feel things he’ll never want to feel for someone else. It was sickening how much his heart ached, his eyes burned. “And why not?”

“I leave tomorrow.”

Fuck.

The sunrise shined in your face; the blinds were terrible at darkening your room. Your back hurt, your eyes ached, and you were drenched in sweat. That dream is still haunting you—he’s still haunting you. Fake it till you make it, my ass.

Like last time, you rolled over on your side and checked your clock. 6:34 A.M. Perfect. One singular minute until your alarm goes off.

You lean over in your bed and unplug the clock. You might as well get ready for the day you sacrificed the best years of your life for.

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[cherri3berri3s]

When Today Comes ┃Ticci toby x Reader

Warning: possible relationship codependency, mentioned cannibalism + descriptive homicide

An officially unofficial part ii to "I Got Law" that could be read + interpreted separately. The synopsis is same as follows ↓

Synopsis: You're awakened one morning to see your boyfriend shaken with doubt. What's on his mind? (Toby's Perspective)

Word Count: 1.4k + words

Part I → "I Got Law"

And the morning was evil,

Doing all it could to steal her from me.

Killing the clock with much suppression as I'd felt when I looked at her face. The only thing between me and godliness was the sound of love dripping from her sorrowed voice. Not making me feel as clean as I'd hoped for the events to come.

How do you do this type of thing anyway? Turning yourself in;

Do you announce, 'Yeah, I murdered someone' with pride before ultimately waiting to get picked up by the speedy fuckers in robust cop cars.

Should I walk there myself? Take the long route?

It's not like I could hold back the inevitable any longer, it's already decided that I should go.

"Vogel," I prepared, "Can I get one more kiss before I go?"

"If I do, will you come back." She said dryly, accepting all that's become of the situation.

"Vogelchen," I uttered, softness meeting my voice and eyes, "Of course I'm not coming back. I'll probably be dead by tomorrow."

And for every part of me to think that felt so true. I'd been at this too long that death came to be second nature. Enjoyed by none but me each time, and all stares pointed back to me. 

I see them as they see me; the ones I've killed. Difference is, I'm the one with the audience.

I like the feeling as much as I hate it. It's almost as if I'm being judged for something I enjoy. Yet, I had the power to defy all the looks that wanted me as dead as them. I'd relish in that power all year if I could. And now I'm prepared to turn myself in, but between me and them, it's far from experiencing feelings of remorse.

For each time a victim cried I felt bolder. And each time they fought back, I fought back harder till their blood spilled. It was a job that I liked, and an unsubstantiated urge I'd love to fill. Undoubtedly, I guess I loved it as long as it meant it didn't reach her. Now I see I'd failed all too embarrassingly at preventing it. 

Easing into that car seat, I felt her presence. Feeding into my drive to speed off as I know I should've. All before my body told me not to, and before he tells me not to. 

Before I choose not to do it.

I’d remembered instead, when we first met. As our relationship had begun.

 I was a sleazy pawn to the operator. I would do all that he asked of me. And all that he asked of me was fine, even if it wasn’t as righteous as it felt.

“Y’know, I’ve definitely seen you somewhere.”

 “Where?“ 

“Some magazine or something at the store.“ She grinned. Laying on my lap tenderly as the breeze wafted past us, less gentle than the autumn sun.

Never mind my matter-of-fact tone when I answered, unfazed and sounding nonchalant in each reply. She looked up at me all the same. Those eyes killing sores rested within mine.

“I don’t model,”

“And if you did, that’s exactly where I’d find you.” The damp grass lazed beneath us. Little bugs crawling past my shoe in a fit of determination, racing to beat the setting sky.

“Here, lemme see-“ she said, grabbing my jaw to redirect her gaze into mine. Her eyes squinted and refocused as my hair had fallen past my shoulders. Relaxed as I looked down at her ever so closely. 

“Yeah… that’s a cover boy if I ever seen one”

“W-What about me screams cover boy?“

“You smile with your eyes,“

“Ew, I got crow's feet?”

“No,” she detest shockingly. Holding back a laugh as she props up just a bit “You never watched Tyra Banks? The ‘smize’ doesn’t ring any bells?”

“I barely had cable,” I said begrudgingly, shaking my head as I’d become amused with her peaked interest. “I watched p-public service Christian shows at best.”

“And never watched Tyra?!“

“I barely know who she is,” I smiled confusedly, lighthearted as I attempted to maintain seriousness. “My dad w-w-would force me to watch WWE if he thought I wasn’t being m-manly enough.”

“Boo,” she disagreed abruptly, holding out the ‘oo’ sound as she plopped back down on my lap.“You know more about Hulk Hogan and public service than the real important shit”

“Modeling’s important?”

“If I was blessed with your features, it most definitely would be.“ She claims. A chuckle escapes my throat and kisses the air, protest meeting my face as a result. Her eyes holding onto mine as I just couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

“I’m being serious,” she smiles, eyes widening to convince me otherwise. “I think you’re the hottest guy I know.” her hands raised in defense, standing by the words spewed from her lips.

“I think you’re crazy,” I say, my hands resting on her hips in content. Stroking lovingly as our eyes lay amongst one another the way they’ve always have.

“And you’re a train wreck,“ a stray hand reaches out to caress the edge of my face where my scar lies. Treating me far more delicately than I knew I deserved. Far more delicately than I knew I’d ever been. The open field we were in overcrowded my judgment, producing a warmth that embodied all I had been experiencing in the cool of that day.

 “Do you think that’d make me stop loving you?“ Her eyes wandered, searching for even a hint of how I felt given the secluded embrace of the moment.

“You should.”

– And now, foot pressed against the peddle, gripping the steering wheel as roughly as I was, I couldn’t find it in me to disagree.

I never told her about the reluctance I had felt when wanting to hold her, even though it resulted in a tight everlasting grip on her flesh. The pads of each of my fingers suckling into her skin. Nor did I admit to the readiness I felt for wanting to end her life; suspecting that she had found out about my beyond most dangerous endeavors.

For so long, I’d wanted to. I accepted coming to terms with what had to be done. What the whispers said was a job most notably left for me alone. What I suppose was his plan all along. 

I'd do anything the operator asked of me. The only moral code I’d bothered to stand by after life for me changed. I saw all I was willing to give up, making the fullest assumption that my mind was no longer my own. That I had to sacrifice to live.

It didn’t bother her witnessing that sacrifice firsthand. Blood trickling along the wooden slickness of the floor. Producing such a pretty sloshing sound, tickling the inside of my ears. My hands feverishly clasping on the meatiness of the person‘s neck below me. 

Each slam cascaded with a distinguished crack, the moment their head collided with the floor. Their face bloated, black and blue in contrast to the deep red seeping underneath.

I wasn’t ready to tell her it felt so damn good. Too good as I licked my fingers devilishly of the steaming hot liquid messily staining my hands. Eyes rolling with a moan indistinguishable from one of immense pleasure. 

Had I not blacked out into an ill-fitted rage, I would’ve remembered her being there.

She didn’t mind the object sight of cannibalism displayed before her. In fact, she was no fearful accomplice, helping me cover it all up until not even a blotch was left to see.

I wanted desperately for her to be next. To be the one I was indulging in; just as she would let me.

I sat awake understanding all it had meant for us. What I’ve done to a perfectly sane relationship as I wanted to keep it. I wanted her to ignore the signs, remaining blissfully ignorant to the extremities expressed by my sickness.

To want normalcy, and not me.

I drove closer to the precinct, hungering for a chance to go back. Pleading that, as once before, I’d misunderstood my own place. He needed me to rid myself of all distractions. That’s what she was- That’s what she is. 

She is.

I hadn’t seen it then, but I was back at her place shedding my skin, as today was finally here.

I've realized that I love writing for toby so goddamn much because I get to experiment with all his complexities. I just hate when it feels like there's a thousand times more shit I could add (or as if I'm not doing him enough justice).

You're free to reblog all you like!

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[eilishalways]

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all you wanna do is kiss me - pt 2

summary: a follow up to the first part 🤭

warnings: alcohol consumption & people being tipsy

a/n: I HOPE THIS ISNT BAD LMAOO

it was two nights after the grammys, and billie was fretting. you had given her your number at the end of the night, but billie was still too scared to text you. she lay in her bed, not knowing what to do. you were very nice about giving her your number - eager, almost, but billie was still too nervous? what if she said something weird? what if you didn’t want to talk to her? there were so many bad scenarios possible.

billie looked at the time. it was 5 to midnight. would you even be up? would you be asleep? were you talking to someone else? she was scared. very scared. she went downstairs and made herself some coffee, and sat at the breakfast table. she contemplated what to do. as she was scrolling through instagram, she saw you had made a new post. two images, both very risqué. the caption was just the telephone emoji. billie blushed, and took it as a sign to text you. so she did.

billie sent you a simple ‘hey’, not expecting you to reply till morning. but within five minutes you responded back with ‘who’s this?’. billie had forgotten that you had only given her your number, and you hadn’t exchanged them.

it’s billie

oh hey!! how are you?

i’m good, hbu?

the conversation continued well into the night. it was 4am when you finally said ‘look, i’ve gtg now. it’s really late.’ billie was sad but responded with ‘yeah it’s super late’. but before you went to sleep you asked her ‘would you like to come round to my house tomorrow? well, technically today.’ billie immediately typed back with ‘i’d love that’

sounds good. i’ll send you my address later. also - bring a swimsuit. we can get in my pool!

that sounds really nice! what time should i be there for?

uhhh, maybe at half 6 or 7? i’ll cook up a bit of dinner.

sounds great! see you then!

despite billie’s coolness over text, she was absolutely freaking out. dinner at your house??? getting in your pool???? she wasn’t able to sleep after that, too nervous to focus on anything else. thankfully she wasn’t doing anything that day, so she could try to figure out what to wear and should she bring anything.

fast forward to midday, billie was eating her lunch, still thinking over what she might wear? a tshirt and jeans? a dress? a jumper? the options were endless, but none seemed right. she couldn’t just ask you what to wear as well - that’d be weird. billie finished her lunch and went back up to her room to decide what to wear. as she opened her wardrobe, something caught her eye. a top she had worn from a concert she did in dublin, with marilyn monroe’s face as a pattern on it. she knew she’d wear it, but she had to find a swimsuit to wear first. she rifled through a drawer until she found a simple black one, nothing too special but nothing too drab either. she took off the pyjamas she was already wearing and stuck the swimsuit on. after that, she put on the top and paired it with some black shorts, nearly replicating the previous concert outfit.

five o’clock came quicker than billie thought, and soon after that she was on the way to your place. although you both lived in LA, you were pretty far from eachother. so billie decided to be safe rather than sorry & left early. when she got to the door, she hesitated to knock. your place was so big & modern that she was slightly intimidated by it. but after a minute of careful consideration, she knocked. you answered the door in seconds, dressed in a short dress. billie’s heart skipped a beat as you led her inside. she followed you to the kitchen, where she smelled the familiar aroma of her favourite noodle soup.

“i followed the recipe from your insta highlight,” you said, “so i hope it’s alright. i’m sure you make it better than i do.” billie thanked you for the meal as you both sat down at the table and began to eat. you talked about a lot of things… the grammys, the media, upcoming tours, etc. billie found herself falling more and more in love as the conversation went on. about 20 minutes later, billie finished her noodles at the same time you did, and again thanked you for it. you smiled and said it was no bother. “how do you fancy getting in the pool now?” you asked. “that sounds really good,” billie smiled, “i’ve got my swimsuit on under this, actually.” your smile lit up even further as you replied “i do too!”

you both got out of your clothes and hopped into the pool. “its so warm.” billie remarked. “yeah, i have heaters in it.” you said smiling. billie looked you up and down, in awe of your swimsuit that made you look like a goddess. you swam around together for a while before you left the pool, saying you’d be back in a minute. “ok, see ya in a minute.” billie replied, wondering what you were doing. billie was surprised when you came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle of a really expensive red wine. “wow,” billie said, “is this for us?” “well, who else would it be for?” you laughed. you poured the wine into the glasses, and handed billie one. she took a sip, and watched as you did the same. “it’s really good,” billie commented, “don’t think i’ve had this before.”

as the evening went on, you and billie drank more wine, and slowly got more tipsy. you smiled at billie as she told you about a song she was in the middle of recording, her face lighting up in excitement. “you’re so pretty.” you said abruptly without a warning. billie blushed. “so are you.” she responded, the alcohol making her more confident. “like- really pretty,” you went on, “super pretty.” billie didn’t know how to respond. being complimented by the woman she had a massive crush on? she was blushing like mad. “i could- i could just kiss you.” you said, a smirk on your face. billie didn’t respond as a shocked expression took over her face. you waited a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her. billie kissed back immediately, setting her glass on the side of the pool. you kissed her passionately, and she did the same. you continued like that for a while, until you were making out with eachother.

“wow.” was all billie said. “you’re a good kisser.” you remarked, a hand still on billie’s cheek. “i- i really liked that. like, really liked that.” billie confessed. “me too.” you smirked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

[biblical-chronicles]

Cheer up

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where Liam makes sure the reader doesn't spend NYE alone and sick

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The knock at the door wasn’t just unexpected—it was downright odd. You frowned, tugging your blanket tighter around yourself as you shuffled to answer it. You weren’t expecting anyone, and definitely not on New Year’s Eve. Everyone else had plans that didn’t involve sitting at home nursing a rubbish cold.

When you cracked the door open, there he was, Liam standing on your doorstep with a plastic shopping bag dangling from one hand. His grin was as cheeky as ever, and he looked quite lively, even in the bitter cold.

“Alright, love?” he said casually, like this was a completely normal thing to do.

“Liam?” you blinked, utterly baffled. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you I wasn’t coming tonight—I’m sick, remember? And shouldn’t you be at the party? Pretty sure that’s more your thing than… this.”

He didn’t wait for an invite, just strolled in like he owned the place, plonking the bag onto your counter. “Yeah, yeah, heard all that,” he said, rooting around in the bag. “But I figured you might cheer up when you see this.”

With a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of wine, holding it up like a trophy.

You stared at him, unimpressed. “You brought wine? Liam, I’ve been sneezing me head off all day, and you want me to drink wine?”

“Exactly,” he said, completely serious. “Kills the germs, don’t it? Wine’s medicinal.”

You snorted, despite yourself. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“Course it is,” he shot back, leaning on the counter with that insufferable smirk that always made it hard to stay annoyed at him. “Besides, I didn’t come here to drag you out. Just wanted to check on you, make sure you weren’t sat here wallowin’ or summat.”

You folded your arms, though the warmth in your chest was harder to ignore now. “So, what? You decided to ditch a perfectly good party to babysit me?”

“Babysit?” he echoed, mock offended. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just makin’ sure you’re alright, that’s all. You know I can’t leave you hangin’ love.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile creeping onto your face. “You’re ridiculous. Fine, stay in here. But if you catch this cough and start whingin’ tomorrow, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Deal,” he said, already kicking off his boots and making himself at home on your couch.

A little while later, you were both settled in. The wine was open, glasses poured, and somehow, the mood had shifted into something easy and light. Liam had a way of doing that—making you forget yourself, forget the rubbish day you’d had, just by being his usual self. He was full of stories tonight, half of them ridiculous, the other half even more ridiculous. You found yourself laughing, your cheeks hurting from it, and for the first time all day, you felt properly warm.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” you said, swirling the wine in your glass. “For coming over, I mean. Sorry if I’ve ruined your night, though.”

“Ruin it?” he said, eyebrows raised. “Are you daft? This is bang on, this. Couldn’t think of a better way to spend it, to be honest.”

You looked at him, taken aback by how genuine he sounded. For all his attitude, there were moments like this when Liam’s softer side slipped through, catching you completely off guard.

“Oi,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence and jolting you out of your thoughts. “You know there’s only twenty minutes left till midnight, right? If we’re watchin’ them fireworks, you’d better get your arse in gear. Can’t have you standin’ out there in a blanket, can we?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown by the change in topic. “Wait, you actually want to go outside? In the cold?”

He grinned, already grabbing his coat. “Damn right I do. Fireworks aren’t gonna watch themselves, are they? Now, get a move on, woman, or we’ll miss the lot.”

His grin was infectious, and despite everything you couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright, I’m going,” you said, tossing the blanket aside and grabbing your jacket.

Once you were bundled up, Liam gave you a quick once-over, frowning. “Oi, where’s your scarf?”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, Liam. We’re just stepping out for a bit. I’ll survive.”

“Nah, nah,” he said, already unwrapping his own from around his neck. “No way you’re goin’ out there without one. You’re already ill—you’ll end up worse, and I’ll be stuck listenin’ to you complain for a week.”

“I wouldn’t—”

“Shut it,” he interrupted, stepping closer and looping the scarf around your neck. His hands lingered a little too long while adjusting the fabric, his knuckles brushing against your skin.

“There,” he murmured, stepping back slightly but still close enough to look into your eyes. His expression softened, his gaze searching yours as if he’d only just realized how close you were.

You couldn’t help it—your cheeks flushed, the moment growing heavier. The air between you shifted, and before you knew it, his eyes flicked down to your lips. His touch still lingered on the scarf, and your breath hitched, wondering if he was about to close the distance.

Then, suddenly, a loud bang cut through the silence, a firework going off prematurely somewhere in the neighborhood. You both jolted apart, startled, the tension dissolving as you laughed nervously.

“Bloody knobheads, settin’ ‘em off early,” Liam muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” you agreed, not trusting yourself to say more. Without addressing what had almost happened, you opened the door and led the way outside.

You both found a bench in the garden with a clear view of the skyline. Liam pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and holding it up in offering.

“Fancy one?” he asked.

You hesitated a second before taking it. “Why not? New Year’s Eve, after all.”

He lit his with a practiced flick of his lighter, inhaling deeply before leaning toward you. You brought your cigarette to meet his, the glowing tips touching as he helped you light it. For a brief moment, your eyes locked again, his face illuminated by the ember’s soft glow.

This time, it was harder to look away, but you forced yourself to lean back and take a drag, exhaling slowly into the cold night air. The silence between you felt companionable, as you both smoked and stared out at the lively city.

After a moment, you turned toward him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Sorry,” you murmured against his shoulder, “for being such a broken record about this. But thank you, Liam. Really. You have no idea how much this means to me. You mean so much to me.”

When you pulled back, his face was flushed, his expression uncharacteristically shy. “It’s no problem,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “Like I said, I'd always choose you over some daft party I can throw any week.”

The words made your heart stutter, but before you could reply, he shifted slightly, meeting your eyes.

“You know I will, right?” he said, his voice steadier now. “Always choose you, no matter what. I’ve always cared about you, more than I probably should’ve as a friend.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want this to sound too clichè or whatever, but… you’re the one person I’d drop everything for. Always have been.”

You stared at him, a wide, disbelieving smile spreading across your face as his words sank in.

“God, you idiot,” you said softly, shaking your head in wonder.

He opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of fireworks starting to explode in the distance made you both glance toward the skyline.

The colors lit up the sky, and without thinking, you turned back to him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him close. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his in a kiss so full of passion and relief it made your head spin.

The fireworks grew louder, the explosions echoing across the city, but all you could focus on was him—his warmth, his hands on your waist, the way he kissed you back like it was the only thing he wanted in the world.

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I hope it's good enough for all of you loves

cutesy request curtesy of @avxoxo1 I hope you enjoy it x

and, sorry if it’s a bit shite this time, but swear down that New Year’s bender proper did me in. Promise I’ll be back to rights and writin’ better stuff tomorrow, me loves xx

sorry again x

[coolprettyleo]

it's me, hi! I'm the problem it's me! - connor bedard ☆

wc: 1.5k

tw: angst. rooting for the anti-hero. villain arc? self-destructing

ryan leonard x ex! hughes sister oc

connor bedard x hughes sister oc

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frankie found that the older she got, she never got wiser.

everything happened so fast. she was in the midst of getting ready for her very first appearance with connor in tears. she hadn't spoken to him since this morning when she walked out of the room with her tail between her legs, and she honestly couldn't believe he agreed to do this. she couldn't belive she agreed to do this. I mean, what was she doing? she didn't know if she was dodging a bullet or losing the love of her life.

"can I come in?" she heard her mother knock on the door before opening the door.

"yeah. is this cute?" she asked with swollen eyes as her mother looked at her with sad eyes.

"of course. you sure you want to go through with this?" ellen asked, studying her daughter. she knew she couldn't possibly be okay. she had jumped head-first into ryan, and her daughter normally never did that.

"I don't even know," she said before sitting on the bed and putting her head in her hands as she cried, wondering when the hell her life began to lose all its meaning. before her mother came next to her to wrap her in a much-needed hug.

"you don't have to go through with this if you don't want too. I'll stand behind any decision you make, beautiful," her mom said as she wiped her tears.

"It's just- ryan. mom, I can't believe it's over. I haven't even had time to mourn him; everything's just been so crazy, and it's all feeling really real," frankie said, sniffling as her mother continued to hold her.

"I think you need to communicate this to connor so he doesn't get confused. i also think you need to speak to ryan before the photos drop tonight" her mother told her.

"i know. i just haven't talked to him since we broke up, and I don't even know if he'd answer"

"he loved you a lot. i think he would" ellen told her as she nodded trying to pull herself together.

___

frankie was waiting for the car to come pick her up from the hotel with connor in it. with shaky hands she dialed ryans number and felt her heart in her ass.

“frankie?” Ryan said confusingly over loud music. he was at a party.

“hi ryan” she answered with a deep breath

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he asked worriedly. even though he ended things he knew he’d always still care for the girl.

“yeah im fine” lie. she was anything but fine ever since that night.

“oh, well what’s going on” he asked hoping she wasn’t calling to beg him. he knew he’d give in and saw how amazing she had been doing without him. she was better off.

“i need to tell you something can you talk?” she asked still hearing the music.

“uhm— now’s not really a good time” he said. he was currently at a party with a busty blonde on his lap trying to oh so desperately forget about frankie.

ryan had done the opposite of frankie after the breakup. while she worked till she quite literally dropped, ryan also worked but still found time for hookups. he had actually gone back out that night she left in DC and made out with a girl that couldn’t be more different than the youngest hughes. he knew frankie would lose her shit if she ever found out.

“I really need to tell you this right now ryan” she said desperately as she saw connors text about him being five minutes away.

“why? it can’t wait till tomorrow?” he snapped a bit.

he had been holding a lot of resentment for the girl ever since the breakup believing she was the reason he had to end things. why hadn’t he been enough for her?

“no, because I need you to remember I’m a human being after what you’re going to see tomorrow,” she said with tears stinging her eyes.

he didn’t know what to expect so he pushed to blonde off of him and went to a quieter corner.

“okay. what is it?” he asked not wanting to know the answer.

“I’ve been seeing connor bedard and we’re set to make our first appearance tonight. It’ll be in the tabloids by the morning” she said in one breath waiting for ryan to say something but he hadn’t known what to possibly say to that.

“ryan? please say something” she said in a small voice.

“I don’t— i don’t know what you want me to say. good for you,” he said, feeling like crying, but he wasn’t going to do that.

“i’m sorry. I love you ryan, i do. I think I always will, but I just thought it’d be better to hear it from me.” she said, feeling her tears drop down her cheeks.

“how long have you been seeing him?” he asked.

the question she was hoping he wouldn’t ask. the NDA she and the connors team had come up with said that they’d been seeing each other for the past two months, meaning ryan would think it overlapped with their relationship. she couldn’t tell him that it was fake, so the end really was near.

“we’ve been speaking for two months. but ryan-“

“wait—were you cheating on me?” he asked as she took a deep breath.

“no. but-“

“I can’t believe this. there are no 'buts,' frankie! while I was fighting for our relationship, you had already checked out with another guy? are you serious?” he asked, pissed.

“don’t say you fought for anything ryan. because you didn’t,” she said, beginning to get pissed off.

“yeah, whatever. have a nice life, frankie,” he said with a sarcastic laugh before hanging up.

leaving frankie to stand there shocked. it seemed like Ryan had finally gotten tired of all her scheming. She knew he'd be mad, but she really thought she could some way get through to him. she just felt so stupid because the only reason she agreed to do this whole thing was because she was trying not to lose him for good, but she managed to do just that. even worse.

but poor frankie would always be the girl she's always been. she'd rather stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror, afraid of what she'd see in the reflection. making it exhausting to anyone who cared for her.

"the car's here. you ready?" jack asked, peeking his head into the room to see his sister in tears.

"yeah," she said, wiping her tears as jack looked at her with sad eyes. the exact same ones her mother had given her about two hours before.

"franks, you don't have to do this," he said cautiously.

"I want to," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, fluffing up her hair before walking past him. she was done feeling like shit over a guy. It was her time to shine, and her little heart knew it.

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connor sat next to her nervously, playing with his watch as he tried not to make eye contact with the three hughes that sat across him and were giving him a death stare as they drove to the club.

"relax," frankie said, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers as she settled it on her lap with a smile.

he turned to look at her as her blue eyes looked into his. it all felt right to him, and he knew this was fake, but something was telling him it could turn into more, and he'd be stupid to not jump on that bandwagon.

"get a room," luke gagged from across them, breaking their little moment.

"shut up. I can still tell the bouncer you're not with me," she threatened as he glared at her.

"still can't believe my baby sister can do that," jack said, chuckling as they laughed.

they soon pulled up in front of the place as her brothers got out.

"you ready?" she asked connor with a smile.

"not really," he answered honestly.

"if you don't want to do this, we don't have to," she said, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. She never wanted to drag him into her little games, and she was afraid this was going to be her biggest one yet.

"no i want to," he said standing up and stepping out of the car as the flashes began to go off. she smiled before accepting his hand and stepped out with the help of connor with a picture-perfect smile.

if the cameras had already been going off, it times that by one hundred. the photographer's fingers never left the capture button, afraid they were going to miss a moment of the newest 'it couple'.

their fingers laced as connor pulled her into the club, not before looking back at her with a smile as she looked up at him capturing the perfect tabloid picture.

[iknowher]

⠀⠀⠀⠀🍬ㅤ۫ ⠀𝓣rick or 𝓣reat 𝓓ick ࣪ ᚐ ִ

art by @ baobei_bu on tmblr.

🎃ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤsum. ㅤbored before a halloween party, you summon a demon for fun. to your surprise, incubus!gojo appears, offering you a tempting choice: "trick or dick?" 👻ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤcw.ㅤsmut (18+), squirting, semen.. reader is described female, mentions about demonic rituals 😈ㅤ♰ ㅤ˙ㅤwc.ㅤ1,1k 𓉸 𓈒ㅤmy* note: the person who drew the art is so goated fr

you looked at the clock.. still a couple hours to go till the halloween party officially began. you decided the best way to endorse your time was to do a dare, of course! you went on google: how to summon demons… you figured out that it was probably fake, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. first step was to kill a stranger?? yeah no. you still had a couple of red crayons from kindergarten, and you drew a baphomet symbol. safe to say it didn’t even look remotely to what you were supposed to draw. now you just need 4 candles! good thing you hoarded bath&body candles like no tomorrow. wow, you were finally done— and the aroma spread through the whole house! time for the actual incantation… te invoco a profundus inferni… no response.. wait— is there seriously an earthquake? the whole vicinity shook around you, you were sure the earth was gonna collapse at how hard it was shaking. good thing it only lasted a few seconds. it was a strange occurrence, sure, but something else was in front of you. did it actually work?! but it was no ordinary demon now that’d be boring. you noticed a man in front of you with a sly smirk. he had white, frosty hair and blue eyes. not to mention the slutty outfit he had on. a latex bodysuit with a heart cut-out, there were no sleeves— so you could see the absolutely toned arms. his horns were a gradient of purple to black and the tip of his tail was heart-shaped. actually, you both were kind of matching— you had the same outfit, but with fake horns and tail of course. you guys were giving couple goals! anywho, his eyes dropped from your boobs heart cut-out back to your face. ‘’what? you decided to dress up as me for halloween?’’ he teased you, ‘’i’m quite endeared.’’ you furrow your eyebrows, you just found the costume at a walmart. ‘’no? i didn’t even know you existed.’’ you couldn’t help but admit he was certainly attractive, and the bulge in his probably-too-tight bodysuit was a bit too noticeable… ‘’well, human, since you summoned me and awakened me from my eternal slumber..’’ he thought for a moment, placing one finger on his chin. ‘’trick or dick?’’ you were confused, what type of question was that? normally it was trick or treat. however.. you couldn’t help but consider that he didn’t look like an ordinary demon, he had a purple and pink color scheme— instead of the normal black and red. ‘’what are you?’’ you asked blatantly. ‘’oh.. mortals nowadays… i’m an incubus.’’ what did he just say? in-cum-us? you clenched your thighs together, rubbing against your core. ‘’omg.. are you stupid or stupid. i’m a sex demon, silly.’’ he slowly stepped up to you, ‘’so, answer me.. trick or dick?’’ you gulped, looking around.. it wouldn’t hurt to do it once, and you’d have to wait for that party anyways.. so, ‘’dick.’’

now, somehow, you’re here on the couch with him on top of you. you were stripped of all your clothes, besides your horns, since he said that it was ‘’cute’’. surprisingly enough, for a sex demon, he took things gentle in the beginning. but it wasn’t long before you pleaded him to go faster. ‘’faster.. ‘s too slow.’’ he rolled his eyes, ‘’foolish.. okay.’’ he picked up the pace by quite a lot, his thick and long shaft reached every area, as if your pussy was practically molded for him. he couldn’t help but also pay attention to your tits, fondling them. you couldn’t keep in your moans, your neighbors probably heard.. whatever, you whimpered.. ‘’i’m close..’’ his smirk turned into a grin. as he started rubbing your clit, it didn’t take long till you cummed. cum x1. oh.. how did we get here? you were on your knees, begging him to let you suck him off. he agreed hesitantly, but that’s ‘cause he didn’t wanna moan more than you. your tongue licked the sides, and he already let out the most sluttiest mewl ever. you finally began sucking him off, his hand coming on top of your head to pull on your hair. sure, it did hurt, but you kinda liked it..! the tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat, and let’s just say your gag reflex is absolutely ass. soon enough, he let out a mewl, putting his hand on the back of your head to make you go faster. he cummed in your mouth.. he offered you a tissue to spit it on, thank god because you didn’t wanna swallow up his seed.

cum x2.. and now he was sitting between your thighs, your legs spread out and all. he wondered how many fingers you could take. he put his index finger in your hole, quickly clenching around it. your pussy reacting to him, i mean— he was much better than you masturbating to cringe hentai, you got shivers remembering. he pulled out his finger to replace with his tongue, and it felt extraordinary, you weren’t good at having intercourse at all, he already figured it out. he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nub, it sending electric currents throughout your whole body. you kept letting out groaning, till the point he had to tell you to quiet down ‘’a little bit’’. the moment he put two fingers in and hitting your g-spot.. you knew you were doomed. he was bringing you immense pleasure, till the point that you.. cummed.. well, it felt a lot different.. it felt wetter. the wetness came onto most of his face, and he was shocked, for a moment. ‘’did you.. squirt?’’ before you could apologize, he let out a chuckle.

cum x3...?

well, the story goes like this… when an incubus makes a girl cum 3 times.. he can collect your soul, in old demon fashion. you didn’t even have time to react, you sold your soul for some good ol’ sex, and now god knows what happened to you. a few hours after the halloween party began, your friends knocked on your door, i mean, you had planned to meet up with them. knock.. knock.. knock. but alas, no answer— your body was an empty husk now. all for a little dare!

TRICK OR TREAT DICK?

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First fic tag game 📝

Pick a fandom and post an excerpt of the first thing you ever wrote in that fandom. Could be a scene, part of a scene, a couple of lines, whatever your first foray into writing for that fandom was. Feel free to include a link to the story it comes from if it’s been published (excerpts from WIPs count too).

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technically the first thing i started writing for stranger things was my Steve Henderson au 👀 tho at this point most of the original draft from then has been edited bc i was definitely learning as i went, this scene below is one of my favorites from that first attempt and has had the least amount of edits (all the plot beats and most of the dialogue being the exact same!!)

<< also thank you guys you reminded me just in time to keep up with my resolution of revisiting this wip at least once a month 🙏 >>

putting the snip under the cut, and going ahead and tagging @sourw0lfs @marvel-ous-m @helpimstuckposting @queenie-ofthe-void @solarmorrigan

@withacapitalp @hairstevington @scriptorbemi @tinytalkingtina @hbyrde36

and anyone else who wants to join!! 💕💕💕

(Context: in season 2 in Dustin's cellar, right after they find and look through the hole D'art dug to escape)

“Great.” Steve sighed, standing up and laying the slime on the ground by the hole, “So now what?”

“We have to find him.”

“Yeah, can’t say I’m thrilled about that.”

“We have to, he ate Mews when he was the same size as her. If he keeps getting bigger he’s going to start hurting people.”

"Mews as in… your cat?"

"Yeah."

Steve nodded slowly.

“You said his face opened up, right? Like,” Steve set the bat down and tried gesturing the petals from the demogorgon’s ‘face’.

“Yeah, yeah, exactly like that. Like he’s an early metamorphic stage of a–”

“Demogorgon.” Awesome. Round two, apparently. “Should we be telling someone about this?”

“I’ve been trying, no one’s answered their walkie all day. That's why I got you.”

“Good to know I’m your last choice.” Steve bitched.

Henderson just rolled his eyes and looked back at the hole.

“Still not a huge fan of looking for a man-eating dog in the middle of the night.” Steve said, “Think it could wait ‘till morning?”

“Maybe? We don’t have any idea where he’ll climb out.”

“Your house’s pretty secure right?” Steve asked. Henderson turned around to look at him, confused. “Just like. He’s not gonna be able to break in while you’re sleeping?”

Henderson’s eyes widened. Shit.

“I… I don’t think so. He didn’t break out when he was cat-sized.”

“Good good, then you’ll be fine,” Steve assured, giving him a solid pat on the back. “We’ll wait until it’s light tomorrow and I’ll come help you find him and we’ll take care of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, good. Sounds good. Tomorrow.”

“Cool, I’ll drop by at eleven.”

“Yeah, just– park at the end of the street. I’ll tell my mom I’m going to a friend’s house.”

“Alright.” Steve slung the bat over his shoulder and walked back to the stairs, Henderson catching up beside him. “And, uh, don’t sweat it, man. The coming-inside-while-you’re-asleep thing. I mean even if he had, like, the brainpower to try and find a way in, he wouldn’t have the force—I mean full grown they’re like sticks—and why would he even want in anyway there's plenty of squirrels and shit–”

“You’re right,” Henderson interrupted. “It’s, uh… just a– He's not big. Yet. So there's no real reason to worry.”

Steve looked at him as he put up a small smile, close-lipped and eyes barely squinted. It could pass as calm if he’d never seen the kid before in his damn life. But talking about it more wasn’t helping.

“Yeah, good.” He patted his arm, then looked at his car for a moment. “Wait here a sec.”

Steve jogged over and opened the passenger's seat, pulling a napkin and a pen out of his glovebox and scribbling his number down.

Steve went to turn around and run back, only to find Dustin barely a few steps behind him.

“Here,” he said, handing Dustin the napkin and closing the car door, “If you need anything.”

He rounded the car to the driver’s side, and when he looked back Dustin was just standing there with the napkin. Steve gestured to the house’s front door.

“Shit, yeah.” He whispered and rushed to get inside, “Thanks.”

Steve waved him off and sat in his car, waiting until the front door closed before driving back home.

Demogorgons again, then. Great. Wonderful

[distracted-milkshake]

Backseats - Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: sex sex sexxx but not smut, mentions of injuries, typical pregnancy talk

Words: 3.7k

Rating: M

Summary: Tony grapples with the fact that, after finally getting you pregnant, you’re a bit more pregnant than either of you expected.

or

In which almost every important thing since you met Tony seems to happen in the backseat of a car.

Had an exact idea for this, and it just came out for once, ending me with a sweet little one-shot I’m happy to say came out exactly how I wanted. Hope you enjoy!

Little unfun fact, I may have broken my foot halfway through finishing this. Won’t know till tomorrow, but I am quite pissed

Also want to note that I didn’t notice till I was about half done, but there’s not actual reference to Tony being Iron Man or having the arc reactor anywhere in this. I didn’t exactly do this on purpose but it felt worth pointing out

Ao3 link

“No. No, that’s entirely too many.” 

Tony was sat beside you at your ultrasound appointment, squinting to get a better look at the image being displayed. 

“Tony…” you started, though you weren’t sure how to continue. 

He pulled his hands out of his pockets, standing up. 

“Did I hit my head?” He tapped the monitor, and the doctor gave you a disapproving look you could do nothing but shake your head at, shrugging. 

“Are you seeing this?” He looked at you, head at a tilt. 

“Yes. I told you.” 

“You’re kidding me. Tell me you’re kidding me, this has got to be some sort of prank.” 

He tapped his foot in relative silence for a moment, chewing his lip. 

“We’ve got to downsize.” You gave him an unamused frown, to which he put his hands up defensively. 

“Only joking.” He said. 

“Don’t even.” You said. Any way you interpreted that wasn’t funny. 

“What’s the odds on that, by the way?” He inquired. 

“IVF brings a much higher chance of multiples, so not that unlikely, actually.” 

You’d only gone for artificial methods after banging for almost a year with no results. 

Despite supplements and tracking and Tony stepping it up, something just wasn’t working. 

You’d brought it up when he made it home late one night. 

“You look lively after fourteen hours.” You said from the couch as Tony walked in, dumping his briefcase by the stairs for later. 

“Private plane’ll do that. I’m not even tired, I think I’ve grown immune to jet lag.” 

“How’d it go?” 

“It was wild. They asked about you. I said you’d gotten into beekeeping.” 

“That’s what we’re saying now?” You teased. 

“Hey, whatever they’ll print.” 

“Appreciate it.” 

You could only manage flying once or twice a year, otherwise? You could handle not seeing Tony for a few days. In fact, more times than not you could use it. 

“Aside that, it has been a hell of a day. Meet you in bed?” 

“Sure thing.” 

With that and a kiss on the cheek, he went off to the bathroom. 

You headed to the bedroom, and a few minutes later Tony joined you, already stripped to his slacks. 

“God you look sexy when you do that.” He murmured, pulling off his socks and getting on the bed next to you. 

“I’m not doing anything,” 

“Exactly. You don’t need to.” 

He tugged off what little you were wearing, situating himself between your legs. 

“You gotta shave if I’m gonna do this.” He blew a tuft of hair off his forehead. 

“You offered.” 

“As if I’m going to pass it up, please. Waiter? There’s a hair in my meal.” He spat, picking at his tongue, making you giggle. 

He smiled. finished undressing and crawled up to kiss you, pulling you down by the waist off the headboard to on your back in the pillows. 

You stared ahead, brow drawn as he pulled your leg up over his shoulder. 

“Jesus that feels like coming home.” He huffed. 

“Tony?” 

“Yeah?”  

“Why haven’t I gotten pregnant yet?” He slowed, giving you a look. 

“Well I wouldn’t know. Hormones, cycles, the whole thing‘s finicky, never really made sense of it myself.” 

”Tony.” You voiced with a groan, scrunching your nose. 

“You want me to stop right now and answer?” 

“No, I just– I’m serious.” 

“So am I. I don’t know.” 

You sat up on your elbows, and Tony sighed, dropping your leg and sitting back. “Think maybe we should try something different?” You said. 

“Like what?” 

“You know.” 

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Not to be possessive, or whatever it’s called now, but I really don’t like to share.” 

“Oh Jesus, Tony, no! I mean like artificial insemination, IVF, you know, that kind of thing.” 

“Thank god. Though I was afraid you meant that.” He sighed, resting on his haunches. “Frick.” 

“You don’t want to?” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” he scratched his chin. “Actually, yes it is. I don’t want to. Scoot.” 

You moved over so he could pull his legs out from under him and climb up next to you, pushing the covers out of the way, gesturing for you. 

You  into his arms, 

“No, we’ll keep trying. It’ll sort itself out, I’m sure.” 

“Any particular reason?” 

“Do we have to get into it? I just don’t want to.” 

“All right then.” You leaned up and kissed him, pulling him against you. 

You liked Tony because you hadn’t known who he was when you met him. He was stranded from some failed scheduling, and in the backseat of a ride share he’d asked to borrow your phone like any other person would.  

“Really, just one call and I’ll give it right back.” 

You'd rolled your eyes, but handed it over. “You should put your seatbelt on.” You had said. 

“I’m like ten minutes from where I’m going, this guy doesn’t care.” 

And then when he gave it back to you, you had found his number in it. 

You’d called him later the next day, of course, with full intent to tell him to buzz off, only to be stunned into intrigue. 

“Great. Now I have yours.” Had been all he said before hanging up. 

After that, you texted near daily. He wasn’t always the greatest at responding, so you preferred video calls. It was like that for months before you finally went out. You played hard to get, right up until he got you. 

You had told him it was on one condition, that he wouldn’t chew you up and spit you out like he did to supermodels and reporters, or say, his secretary. 

That if you were going to date him, and really date him, that he’d have to be all in, it was you or bust; you weren’t going to let him play you into something just for it to fall through. 

Not when you knew he was the only one for you. 

He’d only said one thing to that: “Done.” 

And two weeks later he proposed to you on live television. 

The media still didn’t believe, no matter how many times Tony said you were special, that you were going to last. 

Stuff spread fast as soon as you were seen in public together, journalists certain you were his latest in a long line of heartless flings. 

So you agreed to help him change that. 

“Go easy on her, yeah? She’s not used to television, but it's cool, because she agreed to be here with me, and honestly that’s enough work in a relationship on its own, I think she’s clear for the year.” Watching Tony beam on camera, every ounce of charm working, was worth it on its own. 

“Well we’ve got some great stuff planned for tonight, so don’t you worry.” 

You smiled, seated on that couch next to him in front of a whole studio audience and probably millions of viewers, because although you felt out of place, and a little in over your head, Tony kept his hand on yours damn near the entire time. 

Despite being asked a few questions, Tony answered most of them for you, dismissing any negative rhetoric coming your way, which you appreciated, because you could hardly believe the audacity of some of the things they were saying. 

You wouldn’t have agreed to do it if Tony hadn’t let you pick your own outfit, a loose, patterned jumpsuit, and made sure you didn’t have to wear any makeup that you didn’t usually. 

You got to show off when they asked about it, giving a spin Tony stayed holding your hand through, to lots of claps and applause, which would’ve been your highlight of the night if not for what came right after. 

“Well might I just say I think I speak for everyone when I say you look amazing tonight,” the interviewer complimented a little too gushingly, eyeing you. 

“Hey, easy. I am taken.” You spoke up, smiling thinly. 

“Fiery; I like it. Where’s he been keeping you!” 

“Wherever she pleases,” Tony said. “As it turns out, because I don’t keep her.”

“So, last question, have you thought about settling down?” The interviewer pivoted, letting you breathe easier, not wanting but more than willing to make a scene over anything more.

“Thought about? Oh yeah.” Tony said. “We’re pretty inseparable as it is. I don’t go a day without talking to her.” He glanced at you, brown eyes shining. “We’ve discussed it a little. Playfully, mostly. I don’t doubt why she doesn’t always take me seriously.” 

“Does marriage scare you?” The interviewer asked. 

“Terrifies, if I’m honest. But actually, it’s more the asking, you know, the hardest part is deciding when is a good time.” 

You straightened your back, alert as Tony leaned back to dig around in the pocket of his suit before standing, giving you a nod as you stared at him with wide eyes, getting down on one knee. 

You could feel just how red your face must’ve been with all the cameras on you. 

“You’d make me the happiest man on Earth if you said yes.” 

The interview had been to announce you were together, among other things, after months of tabloids and speculation, to clear things up. Though the way Tony had phrased it beforehand made it all make a lot more sense. 

“I just wanna let the world know I’ve met someone really special, and I’ve changed. I want to show them.” He adjusted your mic backstages behind the tech’s back, placing his hands on your upper arms. 

“Because things are gonna change.” 

The interview blew up, and pictures of your red, tear stained, smiling face as Tony hugged you, engagement ring held up, displayed proudly on your hand, were in articles and magazines the world over. 

All the attention was a little overwhelming, but you were the most thrilled you had ever been in your life to be engaged to Tony Stark. 

He’d asked you after, on the way home, if it was too much, but you assured him it was perfect. 

“I thought about it immediately when I was asked to do the interview, and I knew if I didn’t do it then I was going to put it off. So I’m, how you say…”

“Sorry?”

“That.” You gave him an expectant eyebrow raise. 

“I’m… sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you don’t deserve that, being strung out.” 

“It was very you. I still can’t believe I didn’t see it coming, I was so nervous.” 

“I saw that, I was afraid you’d faint.” 

“Oh lord, don’t even say that!” You laughed, giving him a shove. 

“It’s fine, I would’ve caught you.” He kissed your ear, giving it a tug with his teeth before you threw your arms over his shoulders and pushed him into a breathless kiss. 

You first started trying for a baby four months after the wedding. 

“Hey, be here when we’re done, yeah? It’s gonna be a long night. You get in there, get yourself a drink, enjoy.” Tony dismissed the cab driver with a tip. 

“I cannot stand when they talk. Tell me again why we couldn’t get a limo?” You were fidgeting, not because of nerves, but excitement. 

“Whatcha smilin’ about? It’s just an action flick, probably not even good.” You would forever commend Tony on his ability to read a room, mood, or vibe without seeming to even look. Especially when it came to you. 

“I was going to tell you when we got home tonight.” 

“Tell me…?” He tilted his head at you, doing that thing with his lips that never failed to make your chest tight. “We’re not getting back till late, come on.” He urged. 

“You know we were talking last month, and I– I took it to heart.” 

“Oh?” 

You took a deep breath. “I stopped taking my birth control yesterday.” 

His eyes lit up. “You serious?” 

“I think I’m ready.” You nodded. 

He all but tackled you in the backseat of that cab, littering your jaw in kisses before moving down to your cleavage, making you yelp. 

“It’s not going to work yet!” You laughed. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try. Celebratory sex, you, me, now.” 

“Tony…! We’ve got a premiere!” 

He brought up his watch, squinting. 

“I’ve got ten minutes and a hard-on, seriously, they’re still playing ads, we won’t miss a thing. And ‘sides, I gotta practice dropping my pullout game.” 

“You are unbelievable.” 

“Won’t make a mess, swear it.” 

“God I love you.” You gripped his lapel, pulling him into a kiss. 

Having straightened out your two-piece and fixed Tony’s hair, grinning when he gave your ass a more than friendly pat, you started the couple blocks to the theater. 

“Right, let’s hurry.” You crossed the street, close by his side. 

“You really cut it close.” You shook your head at him, double checking your clothes. 

“Completely worth it. Do it again in a heartbeat.” 

You swore you always felt like a teenager with their first crush around him, the way he looked at you, always excited you were in the room. 

He took your hand, letting his fingers thread with yours. 

“hey so, I promise I’m gonna be a better dad than mine was. I know I’m not great, but… I promise I’m gonna be decent.” 

“You’re already half there.” You squeezed his hand, giving him a nudge. 

“You think so?” 

“I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.” 

He kissed the crown of your head, before lights and cameras surrounded you both on the carpet. 

But not everything had been roses. 

A few months after that, you’d both been in an accident. 

Tony had been driving, when a tire blew along a turn, sending the car over the side of the highway into the bushes. 

He'd gone through the windshield, hitting the hood and landing a few feet in front of the car in the dirt. 

You scrambled to unfasten your seatbelt, stumbling dazedly out the passenger door onto your hands, shaking it off and rushing to Tony.

“Oh my god, Tony!” Relief washed over you as he groaned when you turned him over. 

“Ow .” 

“Are you hurt?” 

“Jesus, duh.” He felt his face and chest, blinking through the bleary vision. 

“Just my head, I think, but holy shit.” 

You helped him up into the backseat, pulling out your phone and dialing 911. 

“I’m calling an ambulance.” 

You grabbed Tony’s handkerchief for the bleeding from his head, telling the operator where you were and what happened, as well as your husband’s condition. 

“Right, they’re on their way. Don’t lean back, sit up.” 

”We should try IVF.” 

“What?” 

“You mentioned it, and I know I said I was against it, but I think we need to look into it.” 

“Tony we were just in a car crash–”

“Yeah and I really put something into perspective for me. I really don’t want to die before we manage to conceive.” 

“That’s what you were thinking about?” You couldn’t help but laugh under your breath. 

“Deadass, sweetie. Imagine how ridiculous it would be if we ended up childless at like fifty because I was too worried about being seen as inadequate.” 

“You’re kidding me. That’s why you didn’t want to?” 

“Come on. It should be obvious. I spent years sleeping around, making my name synonymous with sex, and I can’t even get my wife pregnant? I would never live that down.” 

“Hey, it was not for lack of trying.” 

“Don’t I know it.” He huffed, wincing as you checked where you’d been staunching his head. 

“I want kids with you.” He said. “And I mean that.” 

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. 

“Okay? Okay.”  

A half hour or so later the ambulance showed up, and you spent the rest of the evening getting Tony stitches. 

He’d been lucky a concussion and a couple fractured ribs was all he got off with, and he wouldn’t have even gotten that if he’d been wearing a seatbelt. 

“I guess there’s something to be said for getting it over with.” Back in the present, Tony was still talking himself into the news. 

“What do I know, maybe it’s incredibly efficient.” He sighed. “How many did you want again?” 

“Like, two?” You threw out. 

“Surprise, bonus for ya.” He gestured like he was pulling a slot machine. “You struck a three for one, cash-in is in eight months. Hope you know this is your early birthday gift. Christmas too.” 

“That’s a relief.” You shook your head, remembering the last time Tony tried to get you something, and just how much of a disaster it was. 

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m in a very vulnerable place right now.” He teased, but you could tell there was some seriousness behind it. 

“Three kids…” he exhaled a drawn out breath. 

“You’re gonna do great.” You said. 

“I am? I should be the one telling you. It is safe, correct?” He addressed the doctor. 

“We’ll have to see how the pregnancy develops, twins and triplets are almost always born premature, which adds risk to any delivery.” 

“And they are?” The doctor gave him a confused look. 

“Boys? Girls? Other? All of the above?” 

“It’s too early to tell.” 

“Of course. What was I thinking. Right, well, thanks for the news.” 

He was quiet as you wrapped up, getting cleaned up, and printed off your pictures—three little fuzzy black and white shapes. 

“You good?” You asked out in the hall, on your way to the rear exit, noticing how out of it Tony looked. 

“I’m gonna need to think about it. I’m kinda tingly in the fingers, my heart’s racing, I think I’m still in denial.” 

As you approached the glass door, Tony stopped you with an arm, biting his lip. 

“Shit.” 

You followed his gaze to the moderately sized crowd outside, feeling your heart sink. 

“Oh goddamnit.” 

“Don’t people have anything better to do with their lives?” Tony muttered. 

“How. We took surface roads and parked behind the hospital!” You groaned. 

“Where there's a me there’s a camera hoping to catch something. Car’s close, yeah?” He asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“Right. Deep breath.” 

He tugged off his jacket, covering you as you made your way to the car, ducking you inside while camera flashes snapped from every direction. 

“Mister Stark! Mister Stark! Are you currently going through IVF treatment?” 

“Is your wife expecting?” 

“Sir, is it true you’re going to be a father soon?” 

“Fine, you might as well know now.” He caught your eye through the gap of the tinted car window, and you furrowed your brow. 

“My wife and I are expecting. We’re having triplets.” He said. 

“And that’s a you get.”  

You moved over as he opened the door and got in the seat beside you, quickly shutting it behind him. 

“I can’t believe you just did that.” 

“Yeah, believe it, before I change my mind.” 

“You can’t take it back now!” 

“Well yeah, but if I could, you would have to accept that I wouldn’t, unless I changed my mind, or you really wanted me to, in which case I’d figure it out.” 

“What?” 

“Nevermind.” He rolled up his window the rest of the way, drowning out the paparazzi still clamoring for his attention outside. 

“Hey,” you put your hand on his thigh. “Thank you, Tony.” 

“I’m not the one who’s going to have three human beings inside her, and not in a fun way. Jesus, you’re going to get huge.” He looked down at your stomach, then back up into your eyes. 

“You’re having triplets?” Happy exclaimed from the front seat. 

“Christ, Happy, you are not a part of this conversation.” Tony gave a dramatic slump against his headrest, throwing his hand up. “Is privacy dead!” 

“Yes, we’re having triplets.” You confirmed with a smile. 

Tony turned back to you. “But you are welcome. My sperm and all. Sorry I couldn’t get it the old fashioned way.” 

“I am not complaining.” 

Happy started the car. 

“Seatbelt,” you gave Tony's arm a tap with the back of your hand, and he quickly buckled himself in, kissing his fingers as you drove off. 

“What’s that for?” You asked. 

“I’m kissing my free time goodbye.” He exhaled heavily. 

“Half the house is going to be kids’ stuff, isn’t it?” 

“Half the house is going to be kids’ stuff.” You chuckled. 

“Not the basement.” 

“Basement can stay.” You assured him. 

“I’m gonna have to uninstall the fountain, aren’t I? It’s just not safe.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say it.” 

“Holy shit, what are we gonna name them!” He interjected,, his expression somewhere between panicked and elated. 

“‘Cause all I’ve only got Maria. That’s it. Does first to pop out get priority, or…?” He showed his teeth, gesturing. “There’s gotta be at least one girl out of three, right?” 

“Actually, I was thinking Virginia for a girl.” 

“That’s funny.“ He deadpanned. 

“She’s been a big help.” You shrugged. 

“You got me laughing.” He shook his head. 

“But seriously. I’m typically great at naming things, but, people who can get mad at me later– not to mention something I’m gonna have to call out across the house only about three million times, I’m not so sure if I want that to be my mom’s name.”

“We’ll figure it out.” You ran a hand through where his hair had shuck loose to hang in his eyes, kissing his cheek. 

It was wild to think less than a two years ago you’d met him for the very first time, and now you were closer to him than anyone, married and having kids. 

“Hey Happy, closest drive through with ice cream?” Tony leaned forward to ask. 

“You know this woman had ice cream every day while she was pregnant, and apparently, full fat ice cream has like fourteen grams of protein per cup? It’s nuts. More if you add nuts now I think about it. That’s not a bad idea. Butter pecan?” 

“Ice cream sounds great right now.” 

“I’m not suggesting you do that, but as far as becoming a picky eater goes… not the worst idea.” 

You pulled through a Dairy Queen, getting two butter pecan ice creams. 

Tony pulled out his phone and held up his spoon, clinking it with yours. 

“To becoming parents.” He toasted, kissing a bit of pecan off your upper lip, snapping a picture of you both as you laughed. 

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Flight to Hell Gen 1 pt.41

Kason arrives at the airport and Paris meets him at the front. They hurry through checkin and TSA. Paris is unusally quite until they get to their gate.

Paris: OK, So I'm thinking when we land we can head to the hotel drop our bags and then find a bar we don't have to be to the Newcrest office until 12pm tomorrow and we should land by 4pm giving us plenty of time, have you ever been to Newcrest I haven't I hear it's not too far from San Myshuno maybe an hour and a half drive we could rent a car and head into the city to visit the San myshuno spire ( @lesmana-enterprise-ltd) I hear its amazing they have this Japanese restuarant that I always wanted to try.

Kason: (Did she even breathe) Paris we're going for work, not for fun. Besides the flight doesn't land till 5pm, and it’s another hours drive to the Hotel.

She plops down on the seat beside him with a thud.

Paris: Kay please! That still leaves us plenty of time to find somewhere in Newcrest.

Kason: I've told you to call me Kason. Second if you want to go out you’re more than welcome to.

Paris: I DON’T WANT TO GO OUT ALONE!

She jumped up and shrieked. Kason rubs his temples in frustration.

Kason: if I wanted to deal with tantrums I could have stayed home.

He mumbled under his breath.

Paris: What?

Kason: Nothing. Like I said if you want to go out that’s fine..-

His phone rings.

Paris: Your wife?

Kason: I’m gonna take this.

He walks away without answering her question.

Kason: Hey M. Hold on for a second

She hears shuffling then a sigh.

Kason: So much for their Star employee. They’re flying us couch.

M laughs.

M: You know Greg he probably doesn’t want to spoil the interns. Remember when you started, he made Raj ride the train with you all the way to Willows Creek from San Myshuno.

Kason: If that man had shoved me on a train for 3 days with Paris so help me watcher I would have murdered him. Thus why I’ll happily accept any flight.

M: I miss you already. How are things with Paris, are your ears bleeding yet?

Kason: You have no idea. I miss you more M, but I’ll be home soon. I’m sorry I know this trip wasn’t ideal.

M: Don’t apologize, your doing your job and Greg has been wonderful from the time you started. He’s worked with us at every turn, the least I can do is not make his best employee feel good about it.

She was making light of the situation but there was a deep sated sadness behind her words. They hadn’t been apart since before they moved in together. At least not for long periods of time, and definitely not since the kids were born.

Kason: Thank you M, I know it’s…

Paris: Hey Kay, they’re calling our gate.

He nods his head at her.

Kason: M give me a few minutes we’re broading.

Mercury hears Kasons voice in the background.

Kason: Thanks, and I told you Kason is fine.

The line grows clear as he brings the phone back to him

Kason: Sorry M. Looks like we’re about to take off.

M: Who’s kay?

She’s asked confused.

She could practically hear his eyes roll

Kason: Don’t ask… this is gonna be a long 3 days. I love you M, I’ll be home soon.

M: Have a safe flight, I love you Kason.

Kason: I’ll call when I get to the hotel.

The line disconnects

Paris: Your wife?

Cautiously he answers

Kason: Yeah

Paris: She’s pretty.

Kason: How would you..

Paris: I saw her picture on your phone earlier. It was of her and your newest baby. Atleast I assumed it was her.

Kason: Yeah that’s Mercury and our son Zohreh.

Paris: Cute name, the baby I mean.

She adds quickly.

Kason: Thank you

Paris: What are your other kids names?

He slightly lifts his eyebrows in question but she waited patiently.

Kason: The triplets are Aphrodite, Venus and Ishtar.

Paris: You’re young to be married and family. I bet it will be nice to get away from your wife and kids for a couple days. Can’t be easy on you at home with a wife that doesn’t work, plus kids. Must be like an escape for you. We’re definitely finding a bar after we get settled.

Kason turns to Paris his voice cold.

Kason: M doesn’t work because she doesn’t have to. I don’t know how you know that but I’d ask that you don’t speak about my kids or my wife, you don’t know anything about them.

Paris: If you say so, but you’ll thank me after though.

She turns to look out the window. Kason shakes his head angrily, but thanks the Watcher for the small things, Paris doesn’t say another word till they land.

Paris: Do you know how to get to the hotel Kay?

He stops her in the aisle.

Kason: My name is Kason. Yes I know how to get to the hotel and let me remind you now that we’re here. No, I am here to work, nothing else.

Leaving nothing open for discussion he leaves to claim their things before they head to the hotel.

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Nothing Bad Happens Chap. 6-Body Swap

This chapter was based on an idea I had that ended up being drawn by @derpygirl-draws from the WTDW crew. Basically, Sara and Wiatt swap bodies thanks to some mishap. I wanted to write this idea, but wanted to wait till NBH was fully planned and developed before anything else.

This is just some of the randomness in this Au. There’s going to be a lot more later on. On top of angst and other things.

Big thanks to @gigilefache

Enjoy!

Sara made it to Dreamworld early in the morning, before her fellow founders made it in. She wanted to continue her research to break free from Litho’s spell. Last night, she almost got caught by Lewis, who overheard her being released from Litho’s control.

The night before…

Lewis was done, brushing his teeth, and was in his pajamas ready to get some sleep. As he passed Sara’s room, he heard the girl let out a yell. Concerned he knocked on his best friend’s door.

“S-Sara?” Lewis asked.

“L-Lewis?” Sara replied.

Lewis opened the door slowly to see Sara sitting on the floor holding her chest. “Darling, are you ok?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just jolted in my sleep.” She lied. 

The male founder sighed, “Sounds like you woke up from a bad dream or something.” He commented.

“N–No it wasn’t.” She reassured her friend. 

Lewis wasn’t convinced and put a hand on Sara’s shoulder. 

The female founder gave a small smile, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

In Lewis’s gut, he felt something was wrong with Sara, but it was getting late and he decided to talk to her about it tomorrow. He helped her get up before leaving her room to get some sleep.

“Night darling,” Lewis said, closing the door.

“Y-Yeah. Good night.” Sara replied, rubbing her arm.

Sara sighed, her hands covering her face, “why do you love ruining my life.” She said to herself. She looked at the bookshelf in her office and glared knowing Litho handed her some books to introduce herself on souls and essences.

“There must be something to defeat you,” Sara said as she rummaged through books, going through page after page to find info on how to stop beings like Litho.

As she was looking, a crystal-clean hand mirror dropped onto the ground. Surprisingly not shatter from the height it was dropped.

Sara kneeled down and picked up the mirror and examined it. To her surprise, it featured her reflection on both sides.

“Wow! It’s beautiful.” Sara commented.

However, she wondered what Litho was doing holding onto a mirror like this. It didn’t seem fitting for a demon like him, but knowing how he’s been around for hundreds of years this might’ve been a trophy from one of his victims.

The female founder put the mirror on her desk and decided to go through the first book to find out how to protect herself from Litho’s control.

After a few hours of nothing, but the same info on souls and essences, Sara gave up throwing her book at the wall the same time Wiatt opened the door to her office.

“Woah!” Wiatt exclaimed, surprised. He turned to the female founder who went straight to her computer and did work. “I didn’t expect you to be this cranky in the morning.”

“Don’t tease me, Wiatt,” Sara warned. “I’m trying to break out of Litho’s possession, but every book I read has nothing!”

Wiatt sat down across from Sara, interested in hearing this. “There’s a way to stop him?” He asked.

“Yes! Do you think he’s going to possess me forever? No! There’s got to be some information he’s keeping away from anyone so I can keep being his puppet forever.” Sara explained.

Wiatt’s eyes glanced at the mirror and picked it up. “So, what does this mirror have to do with it?” He asked.

“Nothing. I just found it while going through all these books.” Sara answered, grabbing the mirror from the mechanic.

Wiatt glared and took the mirror back from Sara, “why would Litho have a mirror? Especially one so fancy?”

Sara grabbed the mirror, and soon the two were tugging on it. “Look, I don’t know, okay!” She shouted. “Maybe it belonged to one of the people he possessed.”

“Well if you think about it, maybe you shouldn’t mess with it?” Wiatt snapped back. “Have you seen any horror movies?”

“I have! But I’m not going to be the stupid one to mess with it!”

“Well, you're certainly being stupid right now, tugging on it!”

The more they tugged on it, a red glow appeared from the handle of the mirror leading to the reflection. Wiatt and Sara froze staring at the mirror as their eyes glowed red before turning back to their normal color. The two looked at each other confused.

“Uh… what just happened?” Sara asked. She loosened her hand from the mirror and stepped back,  “And why am I facing my own body?”

“I should say the same thing,” Wiatt replied, but when he spoke, Sara’s mouth was moving. The two stared at each other for a second, before looking at their outfits and saw they were wearing each other’s outfits. They saw one of them grow a bit taller while the other shrunk a little. Soon, it hit them.

The two switched bodies.

Sara and Wiatt let out a scream, which caught the attention of Lewis and Oliver, who were just coming in for the day.

“That sounded like Sara!” Oliver exclaimed.

“And Wiatt!” Lewis added. He then booked it to Sara’s office hoping his boyfriend and best friend were okay.

Speaking of the duo, they were freaking out over the whole thing. “No! No!” Sara cried. “This is hell! This is fucking hell!”

“Oh, you think THIS is hell?!” Wiatt yelled. “I’m in your body!”

“I think being in your body is worse!” Sara replied, crossing her arms.

Wiatt glared and was ready to punch Sara, but stopped realizing that even though Sara was in his body, he’d be punching his own body. “Wait, would this hurt you or me?” He asked.

“Me more than you,” Sara replied.

Wiatt sighed, but he got an idea. “Wait. This may hurt, but I have an idea of how we can get back to our bodies.” He said.

“What’s the idea?” Sara asked, nervously.

“Go to one end of the office and I’ll be at the other end.”

Sara groaned as she walked over to the other end of her office. She wasn’t sure what Wiatt was planning, but she knew it would be a bad idea. “Wiatt.”

“Relax, I saw this in a movie.” He said. Seeing that he and Sara were at one end of the office. “Alright, when I count to three you and I are gonna run, bump into each other and we should be back in our  bodies.”

Sara glared at the boy inside her body. “Wiatt this is the most stupid thing you thought of!” She yelled.

“You got any other plans?” Wiatt asked.

Sara opened her mouth and realized she didn’t have any, which caused Wiatt to smirk.

“Thought so,” Wiatt said.

“Fuck you,” Sara grumbled.

Wiatt glared, and decided to ignore Sara’s comment to focus on getting their original bodies back. “Okay ready?” Wiatt asked. Sara nodded in reply. “One.”

“Two,” Sara added.

“Three!” The two said and the two started to run into each other.

Lewis opened the door and his eyes widened seeing Wiatt and Sara running towards each other. “What are you two doing?!” He yelled.

“Lewis?!” Sara and Wiatt exclaimed, surprised to see him arrive. They were so astonished that they didn’t realize they rammed into each other hard and ended up passing out on the ground.

Lewis flinched and looked down at his best friend and boyfriend in disbelief, “What were you two thinking?!” He asked. The two didn’t respond as they were still knocked out. Looking around Sara’s office he saw a mirror sitting on her desk. He wondered if that’s why the two were fighting over it which was childish if you think about it. “Well, until you two learn to be nice to one another I’m taking this.” He then took the mirror from Sara’s desk and left her office.

Not a moment too soon, Sara and Waitt groaned, slowly getting up. “Did it work?” Sara asked.

Wiatt rubbed his head and saw he was still wearing Sara’s clothes, “nope.” He answered.

Sara sighed, “I knew it. I knew your idea wouldn’t work!” She yelled.

“Well sorry! I just want to get out of your body as soon as possible!” Waitt snapped back.

“How do you think I feel?”

Wiatt sighed, and had to think this through. “Okay, we swapped bodies because of that stupid mirror you had, right?” He asked.

“Right,” Sara replied.

“So…why don’t we-” Wiatt was cut off seeing the mirror was gone. He looked around for the mirror and saw it was gone. “Uh…someone took the mirror.”

“Well for the love of fuck!” Sara yelled as she slammed her head on the wall.

Wiatt flinched, knowing Sara was hurting his body just by doing that. “Okay, now.” He said.

“Sorry,” Sara grumbled.

“Okay then, till we find the mirror. I guess we’re stuck like this.” Wiatt said.

Sara groaned, “I can’t be doing your job, Wiatt.”

Wiatt smirked, “On the bright side, I’m not with guests and your job seems pretty easy.”

The female founder’s eyes twitched as she let out a laugh. A pretty scary horrific laugh that made Wiatt’s blood run cold. He stepped back as Sara continued laughing before she pinned him to the wall. “Don’t you dare say my job is easy?” She said, growling. “You think being a founder and the boss of this facility is easy? Ha! You’d be thankful we made you a mechanic, because you’ll see it yourself, Wiatt. My job is not easy.”

Wiatt felt horrified, not because it was Sara being scary, but being scary in his own body. He never thought that Sara controlling him would be worse than a horror movie.

Sara slowly backed away from the man in her body before walking out of her office, ready to work on Wiatt’s job.

Looking at Wiatt’s list of things to do today, it seems it’s only to check the pipes at Seaventure and check the go-karts at the Racetrack. “See, easy enough.” She said. She grabbed Wiatt’s tool belt and put it on, only for it to slip and fall. With a sigh, she put it on, tightly and grabbed a wrench from the tool belt. “Alright, let’s do this.” She threw the wrench in the air and tried to catch it only for it to hit her in the head. She cried in pain holding her head, and looked to see she drew blood.

Before going to work, Sara had to grab a bandaid and hoped Wiatt wouldn’t notice she injured him.

Meanwhile, Wiatt was working on Sara’s computer and saw all the files she had on there. Most seemed to be business stuff, while some focused on Litho, Souls, and Essence, and a random file that had photos of her, Lewis, and Oliver. He was curious and decided to dig through the Litho folder first.

The folder contained notes and news reports about sightings of Litho, or his crimes, which made Wiatt smile. “Okay, let’s start here.” He said. The mechanic looked around for a notepad and started to write notes on the matter.

At Seaventure, Audrey, Pen, and Lisa watched “Wiatt” struggle to fix the pipes in Seaventure. They cringed seeing “Wiatt”, not knowing that Sara was inside his body, struggled with fixing the pipes. Audrey knew Wiatt never had problems with fixing pipes.

“Is it me, or is Wiatt acting strange today?” Pen asked.

“No, he’s acting strange,” Audrey answered. She then saw “Wiatt” struggle trying to tighten the pipes, which concerned the three workers. “Uh, Waitt do you need help buddy?”

“No! I got it!” Sara replied. She tightened the last pipe and smiled showing she could do it. “There perfect!”

Seconds later, another pipe started to leak and Sara’s eyes widened knowing she did something wrong.

“Maybe!” Sara called out.

“Oh brother,” Lisa sighed, putting a hand on her face and shaking her head.

Away from the chaos, Lewis was in his office working on another round of paperwork while also glancing at the mirror he grabbed from Sara’s office. “Why would you two darlings be fighting over this?” He asked himself.

A knock on his door caused him to put the mirror down and used the stack of papers on his desk. “Come in, darling.” Lewis spoke up.

The door opened to reveal Oliver and his younger twin siblings, Ben and Liz. “Hi, Lewis!” The twins exclaimed at the same time.

“Hello you two,” Lewis said. “What brings you in today?”

“Eric brought them in, they hadn’t been to the facility in a few months, so I figured having them have fun today,” Oliver explained.

Lewis smiled, “it’s great to see the two of you again.” He said.

Liz giggled, “It’s great to see you too, Lewis!” She replied.

“Man, we missed this place!” Ben beamed as he sat on one of Lewis’s chairs in his office. “School kept us from coming here.”

Lewis and Oliver chuckled, but soon the latter remembered something on his way here. “Uh…Lewis,”

“Yes, darling?” Lewis asked.

“Have you checked up on Wiatt since you came in?”

“Yeah, he and Sara are fine. I think.” Lewis replied. “They did something stupid over this,” he then showed his fellow founder the mirror, which caught the attention of Liz.

“Oooh.” She beamed, her eyes sparkling at the sight.

Oliver titled his head, “a mirror?” He asked.

Lewis nodded, “yeah, I don’t know why they would ram into each other for this?”

Oliver shrugged and continued on what he was going to tell Lewis. “Well, Wiatt isn’t doing his job well.” He admitted.

The other founder blinked, “what do you mean darling?” Lewis asked.

Liz got up and wanted to get a closer look at the mirror as the male founders continued to talk.

“Well, he’s having trouble fixing pipes at Seaventure and now he’s struggling at the Racetrack with the go-karts.” Oliver explained. 

“That’s odd.” Lewis replied. “Normally Wiatt is good at fixing pipes and he knows how to fix go-karts the people over at the Racetrack taught him a few days ago.”

Lewis and Oliver thought of why Wiatt could be so out of loop today. As they thought, Liz took the mirror from Lewis’s desk and started to look at her reflection. “Lewis, could I have this?” Liz asked.

“You’ll have to ask Sara, darling. I found it in her office.” Lewis said.

Lizz pouted, “aww.” she said. “But it’s so pretty.” The female twin played around with the mirror.

Lewis sighed, “Indeed it is darling.” He said.

Liz kept her gaze on the mirror and kept flipping it from side to side, but she ended up dropping it. Lewis saw and soon the two caught it at the same time. The two let out a sigh, seeing the mirror didn’t shatter.

“That was a close one, huh darling,” Lewis said.

Liz chuckled, “Y-yeah.” She added.

Soon, Oliver and Ben looked at the mirror and saw it was glowing. “Uh, Lewis. Liz.” Oliver said.

“You may want to look at the mirror,” Ben added.

The two looked at the mirror and saw it glow red, before their eyes glowed red for a bit before turning back to normal. Liz and Lewis blinked for a bit confused at what happened.

“Woah. That was weird!” Liz exclaimed, but she spoke in Lewis’s body.

“Indeed it was darling,” Lewis added, but he spoke in Liz’s body.

Oliver and Ben’s mouths dropped at the same time hearing “Liz” speak in a British accent, and “Lewis” sounded higher pitched than usual. Not even a second later, Lewis and Liz realized this and looked at each other shocked.

“D-Darling, are you…” Lewis’s voice trailed off.

“In my body!?” Liz exclaimed.

The two let out a loud scream, which was heard from Sara’s office. Wiatt sighed wondering if it was Sara screwing something up in his body or someone found the mirror and body swapped with someone.

Lewis and Liz were still in shock and looked at each other. Lewis, due to being in a body without his glasses, had to squint and get a close-up of his body. Liz blinked in confusion, “uh what are you doing?” She asked.

“I can’t see well,” Lewis answered.

Liz realized she didn’t need Lewis’s glasses while in his body and took them off and handed them to the male founder. He sighed in relief when putting on the glasses as he could see better. “That’s better.”

Ben got up and went over to the two and looked at the mirror. “Oliver. I think I found the answer to why Wiatt is acting weird.” He said. The three turned to the 12-year-old boy, “Lewis, you said you found this in Sara’s office and Sara and Wiatt fighting over this?”

Lewis nodded, “that’s correct darling.”

“So you think Sara and Wiatt swapped bodies?” Liz asked.

Ben nodded in reply.

Lewis thought for a second, and realized that makes sense why “Wiatt” was acting weird. It wasn’t Wiatt, but Sara in his body trying to do his job. “You know that makes sense, darling.” He said.

The male Acrimony twin smiled, but that turned into a smirk realizing there’s a mirror that can swap bodies. He imagined the kind of pranks he could pull off swapping bodies with the other workers at Dreamworld.

Oliver sensed what Ben was about to do, and quickly snatched the mirror away from him. “Not on my watch!” He exclaimed.

“Come on Oliver!” Ben exclaimed, trying to grab the mirror from his older brother.

“No, Ben! You're not swapping bodies with anyone here!” Oliver yelled, keeping the mirror away from his younger brother.

Ben grabbed the mirror from Oliver, and the two tugged on it before the same fate happened to them. Upon being swapped, Oliver looked to see he was in his younger brother’s body and was panicking. 

“Oh no. Oh no!” Oliver cried.

Ben on the other hand saw he was older and taller, which made him smile and laugh. “Fuck yeah! I’m the oldest now!” He cheered.

“B-Ben. T-This isn’t funny. Please let’s switch back.” Oliver begged.

“No way! This is awesome!” Ben cheered.

Oliver sighed and decided to get serious, but still was nervous knowing this was his little brother, “A-As your older brother! I’m telling you-”

Ben cut his older brother off, “Older brother, who?” Ben asked. “I’m the older one now, Oliver!”

“Hey you may have swapped bodies with me, but I’m still older mentally!” Oliver replied.

Lewis put his hand on Oliver’s arm, “Let me talk to him, darling.” He said. Oliver sighed and nodded, hoping his best friend could talk his little brother out of this. “Ben, please we can’t be stuck as 12-year-olds forever.”

Ben yawned and took the mirror, ignoring the other founder. “Yeah, but I love being the adult for once!” He beamed ignoring the other founder. He looked at his sister and took her hand, “Liz come on! Let’s have some fun!”

Liz looked at his brother and his best friend stuck in her body before looking at her younger brother. Sure she’d like to be the oldest for once, but doesn’t want to cause chaos unless there’s a reason.

Ben saw Liz was being indecisive and had to figure out how to persuade her to join in on the fun. “You know we can do things Oliver doesn’t allow us to do.” He said.

Liz’s eyes widened and her mind played through all of the ideas she and her brother thought of only to be rejected by her older brother and his friends. A smirk appeared on her face as she faced the founders that were in her and her twin’s bodies.

The founders looked horrified seeing Liz join the dark side with her brother.

“Okay, brother. Let’s have some fun.” Liz said.

“You choose well, dear sister,” Ben replied. The two left the office and went off to have fun.

Oliver sighed, he hoped Liz would’ve followed her conscience and helped her older brother and best friend. Lewis patted his friend on the shoulder, which made Oliver look up. “Hey, I’m sure they won’t go too far.” He reassured his best friend.

“You do realize your boyfriend is in our best friend’s body and he knows nothing about how my siblings operate, right?” Oliver explained.

Lewis’s eyes widened as he realized Wiatt was screwed. “Oh fuck.” He squeaked.

“Yeah…we need to find Sara,” Oliver said.

Lewis nodded and the two ran out of the office to look for their best friend.

In Sara’s office, the Acrimony Twins chuckled seeing “Sara” working at her desk. “Okay, this is going to be fun,” Ben whispered.

“I know, but you do know that’s not Sara. She swapped bodies with someone named Wiatt.” Liz reminded her brother.

“Sis, that’s the fun part,” Ben said. “Wiatt doesn’t know a thing about us. So we can ask for stuff with no problems.”

Liz sighed, “Alright, but let’s not go too far.”

Ben smiled and knocked on the door. 

Hearing the knock, Wiatt quickly closed his notes and switched the computer screen to Sara’s emails, “Come in!” He yelled.

“Hey, Sara!” Ben exclaimed.

“Oh Oliver, Lewis. W-What brings you two in here?” Wiatt asked, trying to be as Sara-like as possible.

“We just wanted to ask something from you.” Liz said, before Ben nudged her, “Darling.” 

Wiatt was confused over his boyfriend and his friend’s behavior. “Um…sure what is it?” He asked.

Ben and Liz looked at each other with a smirk, “think you can take us over to Madhouse, we need something there.” Ben said.

“Uh…sure…” Wiatt replied, getting up and taking his “friends” over to the Madhouse. As they were walking, Wiatt noticed Lewis wasn’t wearing his glasses. “Uh Lewis, where’s your glasses?”

“O-Oh. I wanted to try contacts for today.” Liz said, lying to Wiatt in hopes she could make it believable. 

“Okay…” Wiatt trailed off as he and the two “founders” went up the elevators to the Madhouse.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Oliver looked for Sara. Lewis hoped Sara didn’t damage his boyfriend’s body or worse. The duo then heard someone yell, “Ow!” and quickly followed to where the cry was heard. There they saw “Wiatt” drop his tool box on his foot and complained of the pain.

“You okay?” Oliver asked.

Sara turned to see “Ben” and “Liz” facing her with worry. “Oh Ben, Liz, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you here!” She beamed.

Lewis sighed, “Darling is us.”

Sara was confused for a bit to why “Liz” called her darling, something Lewis would always say. She took a closer look and saw “Liz” was wearing Lewis’s glasses, and suddenly it hit her. “D-Don’t tell me.”

Lewis nodded, “I’m afraid so, darling.” He said.

The female founder sighed and absorbed all this in, “Let me guess, the mirror?” She asked.

Lewis and Oliver nodded.

“I’m guessing Ben and Liz found out and used it on you guys?” Sara asked again.

“Yep.” Lewis and Oliver answered at the same time.

“So, what are they doing now?”

“They went to find Wiatt, who we know is in your body.” Lewis started.

“And probably making him do crazy things,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened knowing what kinds of chaos Ben and Liz can get into. She then smiled, knowing Wiatt would humiliate himself thanks to the Acrimony Twins.

Lewis and Oliver looked at each other knowing Sara was hoping to see Wiatt humiliated; she forgot about the consequences.

“Darling, you may think it’s funny for Wiatt to be pranked by Ben and Liz, but he’s in your body!” Lewis reminded her.

“So in that case you’ll be humiliated,” Oliver added.

Sara’s eyes widened, “oh fuck.” She squeaked, similar to how Lewis sounded earlier. “We got to find them!” 

“Don’t worry,” Oliver said. “I think I know where they are.” The shy founder took the lead with his best friends in tow. The trio went up the elevators and headed towards the Madhouse.

Upon arriving, they saw Liz and Ben in Lewis and Oliver’s bodies, respectively as Wiatt in Sara’s body was filling a snack bowl for them filled with candy and popcorn. “Uh why do you two want this, now?” Wiatt asked.

“It’s something my brother suggested,” Ben said. “He wanted this Snack Combination menu, so we’re trying it out.” He gave his sister a wink, to have her speak up and agree with his plan.

“Y-Yes darling,” Liz said. “Ben and Liz are known to have creative ideas for the facility, and we figured we’d give them a chance.”

“I see,” Wiatt replied, as he kept filling the bowl with so much popcorn and candy. “How much candy and popcorn do you want in this, again?”

“Yes!” Liz and Ben replied.

Wiatt sighed, and kept on making their snack.

“How did I do?” Liz whispered to her brother.

“Perfect,” Ben whispered back.

Wiatt overheard the twins talking and turned, but they pretended nothing suspicious was going on. He got nervous wondering what was going on with his boyfriend and his friend.

Sara blinked in disbelief, “that’s it.” She said, "The female founder turned to Oliver, “He’s just giving your siblings candy.”

“Too much candy, Sara.” Oliver corrected. Taking a deep breath he marched over to his siblings, “Hey you two!”

Ben and Liz froze and looked down at their older? Or little brother? Glaring at them. “Oh, hi Ben,” Ben said, trying to play it off as Oliver saying hi to his brother. However, “Wiatt” and “Liz” stepped in and crossed their arms at the duo.

The Acrimony Twins gulped, as Wiatt turned to see Sara and her friends glaring at the two. “Uh, is something wrong, Wiatt?” Wiatt asked, pretending to be Sara.

“Darling, don’t pretend. We know.” Lewis revealed.

Wiatt’s eyes widened hearing “Liz,” say, darling, which is what Lewis would usually say. He looked at Sara who didn’t need to speak. She nodded letting Wiatt know they knew, and they switched bodies too.

“Oh, I’m guessing you switched with them?” Wiatt asked pointing at Oliver’s siblings and the founders.

The founders nodded and turned towards the siblings in their bodies, who gave a nervous chuckle. They sighed knowing they got caught. “Do we still get the snacks?” Liz asked, giving a sheepish smile.

“Only if Oliver is okay with it,” Wiatt stated. “But first, I found a way to change back.”

Sara’s eyes widened and smiled hearing that the mechanic found a way to go back to normal. “You did?” She asked. “H-How?”

“On your computer,” Wiatt answered. “I was doing some research, and came across a photo of the mirror. I looked into your computer files and found it!”

Sara blinked looking nervous, “O-oh. You went through my files?” She asked, nervously.

Wiatt nodded, “don’t worry. I was just looking for information on how to change back.” He reassured.

Sara sighed, “So how do we change back?”

“First off we need to find the mirror.”

“It’s in my office, darling,” Lewis answered.

The six left the Madhouse and ran back to Lewis’s office. Luckily the mirror still lay on the founder’s desk.

“Oh thank goodness, it’s safe.” Sara sighed. “So what do we do?”

“Well, we just do the same thing, however, we have to turn the mirror a few times while doing so,” Wiatt explained.

Sara glared, and pulled Wiatt by the collar of his, or technically, her shirt. “You mean to tell me, we could’ve done that instead of your stupid ram into each other technique!?” She yelled.

Wiatt chuckled nervously, “Well we were both in panic mode, so the adrenalin in me had to think of something.”

“Remind me to punch you once we're back in our bodies,” Sara said.

Oliver grabbed the mirror and went over to his brother. “Okay Ben, let’s switch back.” He said.

Ben scoffed, “No way! I kind of like being the oldest for once! I can make my own rules!” He beamed.

Oliver frowned. However, his younger sister Liz smirked and went over and tapped her brother on the shoulder.

“You do know he’ll make you look like the biggest crybaby at school,” Liz noted.

Ben’s eyes widened as he let out a groan, and his twin sister smirked knowing that would work against her brother. “Please don’t.” He begged.

“I will, Oliver replied.

Ben groaned, and put his hand on the mirror. “So we just twirl it at the same time?” He asked, as he and Oliver twirled the mirror together. As the brothers did that, their eyes glowed red and soon they were back in their original bodies.

Oliver sighed in relief happy he was back in his own body.

Ben sighed, disappointed he didn’t stay older forever. The younger Acrimony brother smiled knowing it was fun while it lasted.

“My turn!” Liz beamed. Oliver handed his little sister the mirror, which she took and went over to Lewis. “Oh before we do, could you hand me your glasses.” 

Lewis smiled and nodded. He took them off and handed them to Liz putting them on her, or his eyes. “Ready, darling?” He asked.

“Ready!” Liz beamed.

The two twirled the mirror and soon their eyes glowed red, showing they were back in their original bodies too. Lewis and Liz sighed happily back in their own bodies.

“Alright darlings, your turn,” Lewis said handing the mirror to his boyfriend.

Sara and Wiatt twirled the mirror around, but after a while, they were still in each other's bodies. They tried again, but still nothing.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Sara asked.

“Maybe try being nice to each other?” Liz suggested.

Sara and Wiatt turned to the female Acrimony twin with a glare.

“Just saying,” Liz replied, defending herself.

Sara and Wiatt faced each other, realizing they didn’t have a choice. Wiatt sighed, deciding to go first. “Okay fine. Sara, I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you.” He admitted. “At times I think your cool, creative, funny. You can get on my nerves, but I don’t think you're a horrible person.”

This caused the mirror to glow a bit. Lewis and the crew smiled, seeing Liz was right.

Sara gave a small smile, “Look, I’m jealous of you from time to time because you're Lewis’s boyfriend and I’ve known Lewis way longer than you two have been dating. I guess I just don’t want my best friend to leave me.”

The mirror started to glow brighter.

Wiatt smiled, “Well I can agree we both keep Lewis happy.”

Sara chuckled, “Yeah.”

Suddenly the mirror glowed brighter. Sara and Wiatt’s eyes glowed red, and the two were suddenly back in their original bodies. The two laughed and hugged each other realizing they were back in their own bodies. However, the two realized what they were doing and quickly let go not knowing Lewis had a smug smile seeing his best friend and boyfriend getting along.

The two realized they were hugging and pulled away pretending that never happened.

“No one says a word to anyone.” Wiatt threatened.

Lewis chuckled, “Of course darling.”

“Well,” Ben spoke up. “Now that things are back to normal, Liz wanna head to Madhouse to eat candy and have fun?”

“Sure!” Liz replied as the siblings ran to have fun.

Oliver followed after them hoping the two didn’t go too far eating candy and scaring kids.

“Well, I got to check up on everyone, and see how they are doing,” Lewis said.

“And I have to go fix things that Sara,” Wiatt said glaring at the female founder, “broke.”

“I-I didn’t break too much.” Sara stuttered, denying it. Even though she almost destroyed the pipes at Seaventure, and maybe malfunctioned one, two, maybe three go-karts in Racetrack. 

Lewis kissed Wiatt on the cheek before he left. Wiatt chuckled, and blushed before feeling Sara tap his shoulder.

“So,” She started, which caused Wiatt to turn and face her. “What did you do while you were in my body?”

“Other than finding out how to reverse everything. I read through half your notes about Litho and souls, and took notes on them.” Wiatt answered. Sara’s eyes widened as Wiatt continued to explain what he had found, “From what I read, there were weird artifacts and cursed items in this town around the time Litho has existed. These items were mentioned to possess or worse, kill people as a result.”

Sara gulped hearing what Wiatt had to explain.

“I believe, this mirror could’ve been one of the few ways Litho possessed people before doing his usual way of possessing,” Wiatt explained.

Sara thought about it. It wouldn’t make sense for Litho to use a mirror on someone to possess them. Unless he already had a vessel, to begin with and wanted to jump from body to body and commit crimes without having their puppet doing all of the dirty work.

Still, it confused her so she decided to keep it hush for now. “Anything else?” Sara asked.

Wiatt shook his head, “not much at the moment. You have a lot on your computer, and I didn’t want to pry unless needed.” He said.

Sara sighed, “As much as I hate anyone going through my stuff.” She admitted. “I’m glad you did.”

Wiatt gave a small smile, and turned towards the door, “Well I gotta start my work, now.”

Sara chuckled, “Alright, good luck out there.” She replied, giving a playful punch on Wiatt’s arm.

It didn’t hurt the boy, but he looked up at the founder, who winked back.

“I did say I’m gonna punch you.” Sara then left her friend’s office, before going back to her own.

Wiatt chuckled, “you sly bitch.” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Fun Facts: Originally the names were gonna be italicized so you know that it was someone talking in someone else’s body, but I got confused, so I left it out. I think it’s easy to tell who is who.

As for the body swap, everyone keeps the voices they just sound different. So when Sara is in Wiatt’s body she makes Wiatt sound higher, Wiatt makes Sara’s voice deeper, not too deep, Lewis in Liz's body, is basically Liz speaking in a British accent, while for Ben being in Oliver’s body, Ben’s voice sounds more timid while Oliver’s voice sounds more excited and upbeat. Also yes, Lewis needs glasses if he swaps with someone!

Hope I didn’t confuse anyone.

[elen-aranel]

All Work

For: @youvebeenlivingfictional Comfort Prompts, 11: Stopping by their workplace on your way home late at night with the hunch that they’re still there. Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: Mention of canon-typical violence WC: 790 Rating: Teen Notes: tfw you have to post immediately before you lose your confidence... it's been a while!

When you press the chime for the door of the ready room, you hope there won’t be an answer.

You hope the captain is in his quarters, cooking, perhaps, or reading a book, or watching one of those black-and-white movies he enjoys. You would like it if he were working out in the gym, or maybe taking a walk in the arboretum amongst the trees.

But based on how he’s looked when you’ve seen him hurry down a corridor, when you’ve handed in a report on the bridge, he hasn’t been doing any of those things for a while. And right on cue—

“Enter.” The familiar voice sounds subdued as you step through the doors. Your eyes sweep across the mostly empty room, from the red armchairs, over the conference table and the display still showing the disputed border that the Enterprise had found herself in the middle of, to the desk at the other end with the captain sitting there, poring over a PADD.

And it’s more than just the stubble that’s there at the end of a long day. It’s the hunch of his shoulders. It’s—it’s not defeated, that isn’t the word, but the almost resolute look in his eyes. The way they’re narrowed slightly, just at the corners. You’ve known him for years, and it isn’t a good sign.

“He just has to get through it,” Una had said in an undertone, glancing round to make sure you weren’t being overheard at dinner in the mess hall. “He’s signing off on all the fitness evaluations, and he is personally going over every single repair log. I would’ve insisted, but when he’s in this mood—” She had given a small shrug. “I pick my battles. But you’re welcome to try…”

And so here you are.

“What can I do for—oh, hey,” his face relaxes a little, and the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly. Not quite a smile, but it’s a start. “It’s—I guess it’s late, huh. Did you need something?”

“No, nothing. I don’t need anything. But…” You pull the last chair from the conference table, spin it round, and sit down so you’re more on his level. “It’s nearly gamma shift, and I wondered…” your eyes stray to his PADD.  “Do you need to be doing those reports right now? I have it on good authority that they’re not due in for another month. Surely they’ll keep ‘till tomorrow.”

He shrugs. “As a captain you stay on top of the paperwork, or you drown in it. But… I could take a break. Drink?”

“Sure.”

He stands, walks round the desk, and heads to the other end of the room to pour two glasses of whiskey. He holds one out toward you, question in his expression, and you get up and join him. You sit together in one of the alcove sofas.

“Cheers,” he says, and you clink glasses. You enjoy the bite of the alcohol, the complex flavours on your tongue.

“So you spoke to Una?”

“She told me you were working through something. I just think you’re working too much. You know what they say…”

He rolls his eyes at that. Which you deserve.

“I just… I remember Rigel VII, Chris. And those months before. This… this conflict? It wasn’t that, but I worry, you know? I know being captain is the loneliest job and blah blah blah… but… sometimes I think you hold onto that load?”

He regards you with those pale blue eyes, softened now.

“When I gave the order to fire on that Zenali ship… I know it was the only order I could have made, and I don’t regret it, not for a second… but…” he tilts his head, takes another sip of his drink. “Meeting the Zenali ambassador, who lost his son... he was so gracious. He didn’t bear us any ill will. Just wanted to work towards peace.”

“Yeah.” You know that you can never fully understand the weight of those decisions, and those consequences, but at least you can be here with him. You lean back against the sofa, and after a beat, Chris mirrors you.

“I guess Number One could take a look at the repairs for me. Perhaps I will call it a night,” he says after a while.

“Yeah?” You try to play it cool, but you’re pretty sure he can read your relief.

“Yeah.” He smiles properly this time, downs the rest of his drink, and puts his glass up on the side. “So, any suggestions on what one can do around here to wind down?” He stands, and offers you his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you up. “I may have one or two…”

[awlimagines]

Their secret talents. Part One

CELIA/CECILIA - A WAY WITH ANIMALS

You wanted to cry with frustration. Takakura and you were trying to catch the newest lamb. The terrified baby had an injured leg you were trying to treat. The mother didn’t help as she rammed your leg again when you were almost close enough to grab the lamb. 

“Can I help?” Cecilia’s voice called your attention to the fence line. She must have been passing on her way to the Goddess Spring and seen your struggles. 

“It’s okay. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” 

“Nonsense, we need to get the poor baby taken care of,” the young woman answered, climbing over the fence without care. You scrambled to assist her. Cecilia took only a moment to brush her skirt back into order before walking further into the field. You apprehensively lingered behind her as she knelt and spoke to the mama sheep. All too easily, the ewe walked forward to nuzzle into Ceci’s chest. The lamb weakly limped along after its mother to Cecilia’s side. 

“Here we go,” Cecilia proudly said, gathering the lamb to hold close. “Were you trying to go to the barn?” 

“Yeah,” you weakly replied, following after the brunette. With Cecilia’s help, Takakura and you managed to get the mom and baby into an isolation pen and provide treatment. Cecilia asked if she could visit them tomorrow before waving and resuming her day. You were puzzled. Why did the sheep trust her so quickly over Takakura and you, who cared for them daily? As you dump fresh water and feed into the pen, you ask Takakura. 

“Some people just have a way with animals,” the man shrugged in response.

CODY/GORDY - SPEAKING BACKWARD

(Text that's not backward is at the bottom for easier reading.)

“Desoporp t’nevah llits uoy?” the odd sounds from his sister turned your head. 

Gordy glanced at your confused expression before responding to his sister, “thgir neeb t’nsah gnimit eht. Tcefrep sgniht tnaw I.”

“Yrruh ot deen uoy! Ecein a tnaw I.” 

After their brief exchange, the two switched to speaking a language you could understand. You asked as soon as Gordy’s sister left what language they were speaking. When he explained it was the same language you spoke now, just backward, you couldn’t believe it. The man was patient as he repeated phrases you said backward without pause. Stunned by the unexpected skill, you asked how they learned to do it. Gordy laughed and explained it was their secret code to talk to each other without their parents knowing what it was about. 

“So, what were you talking about earlier?” 

“Just about how cute you are,” Gordy’s smile made you feel he wasn’t giving you the whole truth. 

You still haven’t proposed? 

The timing hasn’t been right. I want things perfect. 

You need to hurry! I want a niece.

DARYL - ALWAYS KNOWS THE TIME & WHICH WAY IS NORTH

You had taken to hanging out at Daryl’s lab during your free afternoons. The scientist was surprisingly tolerant of your numerous questions. Though, you felt his patience didn’t extend to everyone in town. You were closely watching Daryl’s latest work when he spoke. 

“Didn’t you say you were meeting Takakura at 2:00 p.m. for a new animal’s arrival?”

“Yeah, why?” 

“It’s 1:57 p.m.” 

“That can’t be right,” you muttered, looking around for a clock. You grabbed a watch from your rucksack when you didn’t see one in the lab. You rarely had anything time-sensitive since moving to the valley. When the watch confirmed it was indeed the time you were meant to meet Takakura, you scrambled from the lab, throwing Daryl a quick farewell over your shoulder. 

A day later, Daryl visited your farm as you puzzled over one of your fields. The field was tilled and ready to plant, but you paused. You explained the issue to Daryl when he asked what you were doing. Vesta and Matthew recommended planting in north-to-south rows for winter when you bought seeds. Now that you were ready to plant, you didn’t know which way was what. The cloudy day didn’t help in figuring out north, and you didn’t have a compass. Without a pause, Daryl indicated which way to plant. 

“How do you do that?” 

“Do what?” the scientist frowned at your question.

“Know direction and the time off hand like that!”

Though he acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Daryl was pleased to have impressed you without trying.

FLORA - PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY

With all the stress of a new farm, you were immensely grateful for Flora. Working in the mines with Flora helped to distract you from sitting around the farm, hoping your crops would grow. Her calmness and methodical ways greatly offset your panic and worries. During lunch, you would share the journals Takakura left to help you as you both learned about how to run a farm. 

You were excited for Flora to visit the farm. It was her day off, and you got your first sheep yesterday. You could barely contain your excitement in showing off the adorable, fluffy new animal. Flora found you in the field, biting your lip in apprehension. The poor new sheep had an odd spot missing from its wooly hide. 

“Do you need help?” the blonde interrupted your thoughts.

“I just think I used these wrong. Baa-b seemed upset the moment I started,” you explained. “I should recheck Takakura’s notes.” 

“How did you use them?” Flora watched you demonstrate what you did far from the shaken sheep. “Oh, here’s what you’re doing wrong.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as Flora demonstrated the correct method, both with and without your sheep. She didn’t notice anything amiss until she turned from Baa-b to offer you the shears to try again. 

“How did you do that? I thought you didn’t know anything about animal care?” you questioned. 

“It was in Takakura’s notes we read,” Flora replied, confused by your questions. 

“That was weeks ago! How did you remember that?” 

“I have a photographic memory; I just need to see something once. It simplified classes and helped me get the job with Professor Carter.” 

Flora blushed as you raved about how phenomenal a gift her talent was.

MUFFY/MOLLY - ACTING

Molly and you had decided on a night in. You prepared everything for her arrival in meticulous detail. There were plenty of pillows, snacks, and movies of all sorts lined up to watch. The blonde giggled at your enthusiasm and assured you she felt the same when she arrived. At Molly’s insistence, you picked the first film. You settled for one of your childhood favorites to share with her. 

The movie was about a spunky orphan you had always admired as a kid. You settled into the pillows with Molly as the film began. Molly grew stiff beside you as the title scrawled across the screen and the movie opened. She looked uncomfortable with your movie choice. You offered to switch to a different film. 

“Oh no, darling, it’s fine. I’ve never seen it, and I would like to watch it with you,” with her smile and reassurance, you let the matter go, though you were worried. Did she hate this movie and lie so as not to upset you?  

You soon found yourself distracted from the movie. The spunky orphan looked so much like the woman sitting next to you. It was probably the blonde curls and green eyes, you reasoned. The combination wasn’t too uncommon, but the resemblance felt uncanny. No one knew what happened to the childhood prodigy actress in the film. As a teenager, she disappeared from the limelight and probably lived comfortably in a large house somewhere. You blinked at the screen as the credits rolled, and you recognized a name.

“That was you?” you spluttered, turning to Molly. 

“Well, yes,” Molly hesitated before explaining further. “Life behind the scenes was very different! The world of acting was negatively impacting my life. So, I-” 

“Hey, you don’t need to explain! I’m happy you quit. Otherwise, we’d never be here like this,” you smiled, kissing her.

[silversatin2105]

Hi can i have scenarios with Mikey and Dragon going to the zoo together Mikey tries to feed a giraffe and the giraffe bites Mikey's jacket Dragon is all worried about it thank you so much if you can do this request

Hi

Yeah I can do although I will admit I had a little difficulty with this one as I had to try and imagine a reason for why they would go to the zoo so I had to bend the parameters of your ask a little, I do hope you like the outcome and if not please feel free to critique in the comments and I can write a second draft per request.

“Well that just killed the mood!”

Draken, Mikey and Emma at the zoo scenario:

From the moment Draken saw Mikeys name on the caller ID he could already feel his blood pressure rise, Mikey knew it was his day off and that Draken had important stuff to do but knowing Mikey he knew that his leader would keep calling till he answered so with a sigh Draken answered his phone.

 “Yo, Ken-chin are you free today?” the carefree voice spoke over the phone to Draken as he sighed, he knew that this could only mean one thing, the capricious nature of Mikey wasn’t unusual to the vice leader and with a mental sigh Draken responds.

“No Mikey but I suppose I am now” Draken responded as whilst sipping some water and sitting on his bed, and prepared himself for the next response from his leader and with that the day plan was about to change for questionable results, It had turned out that in a moment of wild impulse Mikey had purchased tickets to the Zoo and he already had given one to Emma leaving one free, Draken got ready and headed to the meet up point where they would travel to the zoo.

“This is sudden but thanks for coming” Emma said with a happy tone to Draken as he looked away with a blush and gave his whole, its nothing response, as they arrived and walked into the zoo, When inside the zoo Mikey took off without them both like an excited child leaving Draken and Emma together, they spent time walking and talking, generally having a good time but the good time didn’t last as more often than not outings with Mikey ended in drama.

“Hey Sir you cannot go into the enclosure with the animals, that area is for staff only” the park attendant spoke out to Mikey, whist viewing the giraffes one of the giraffes had the bright idea of dipping its head down and snatching Mikey’s jacket from his shoulders, in a bad mood Mikey decided he’d climb over the railings to retrieve his jacket and it was then that he was accosted by the park staff for his efforts.

“But that fuckin giraffe has my Jacket!” Mikey responded in an angry tone, Draken sighed, he was on damage control again and on a day that was supposed to be his day off from Toman related activates , with that Draken walked over and began to speak to Mikey and the park staff.

“Oyy Mikey don’t cause these people any trouble, they are only doing their jobs” Draken told his leader with a stern tone, as he began his usual damage control procedure.

“But Ken-chin my jacket” Mikey went on to protest, after a debate between the heads of Toman and much annoyance to Draken, he finally got Mikey to calm down and after a conversation with the staff Draken went to do his usual job of “Negotiating” for the return of the lost jacket.

After an hour or so Draken returned to Mikey and Emma’s side, the latter looking rather bored by now the jacket was returned to Mikey a little worse for wear, the embroidery was clicked, ther was a ripped seem on the left shoulder, It also smelled a little musty and had slobber on the cuffs.

“Don’t worry Mikey well get Mitsuya to repair it, im seeing him tomorrow so ill take it with me. mind you he’s not going to like this” Draken reassured the leader of Toman on that fact as Mikey just stood and nodded and with a forlorn look spoke the following.

“Thank you Ken-chin…You were keeping me right again weren’t you” Mikey approached Emma and hugged her gently, He hated that his actions in some way ruined the day.

“Its all okay Mikey how about we all go for food together?” Emma suggested with her usual happy smile, lead the way from the Zoo back to the car park to their bikes, after eating at a nearby café the three of them parted ways for the evening, the result of the day questionable as the day was ruined but the night meal made up for it.

END SCENE

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[augerer]

DEATH AS A FETISH: A fanmix for Her Most Serene Highness, Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, heir to the First House, the Emperor’s only daughter.

Dead!, My Chemical Romance | Succexy, Metric | Propaganda, MUSE | Beekeeper, Keaton Henson | Death as a Fetish, STRFKR | Oxen Hope, Mirah | Take Me Back, KONGOS | England Made Me, Black Box Recorder | I Miss That Feeling, Tennis | I Want It All, Arctic Monkeys | Wrecking Force, Voxtrot

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Album art: [credit 1] [credit 2]

[separate fanmix for Harrow the Ninth] [separate fanmix for Gideon the Ninth]

Track notes under the cut.

1. Dead!, My Chemical Romance

And if your heart stops beating I'll be here wondering Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life ... Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say, I Think they never liked you anyway

2. Succexy, Metric

Invasion’s so succexy Let’s drink to the military The glass is empty ... Passive attraction, programmed reaction Action distraction, more information Flesh saturation, lips on a napkin Ass ass ass

Note: she does show up for the first time in the book in military propaganda.

3. Propaganda, MUSE

Propaganda Propaganda Propaganda

You ate my soul just like a death eater I'm the ocean you're an oil slick now But I'm choking on your thought pollution

4. Beekeeper, Keaton Henson

Cause I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me, my friend All I want is to be left alone Tact from me is like blood from a stone

5. Death as a Fetish, STRFKR

Ghost dad, keeping the secrets And float the dead ones home ... You’re born (death as a fetish) Your sins (death as a fetish)

6. Oxen Hope, Mirah

You sent me off without a warning Wasn't just a threat and man, that was no joke Did you know you'd struck the final blow To my faithful oxen hope?

We thought we knew we wanted what we had But you busted your side of the yoke So I left with almost nothing but a gaping hole Yes, I did really went for broke ... And I don't question, no, I don't doubt Now that I've tried living with and without That was a hard, hard muscle to grow And harder still to let go ...

And the ride we rode had danger in it We thought we could last yeah we were real strong swimmers But we got flooded, yes, we got rolled And we both went down soon as you cut the rope

7. Take Me Back, KONGOS

And once again the question's asked I answer yes! but the moment's passed I'm guess I'm always tomorrow-bound How many more till I'm underground?

“Kill me,” said Kiriona./“No. You’re dead,” said Paul.

8. England Made Me, Black Box Recorder

I need my privacy, I lead a secret life, Sleep with the enemy then betray both sides, I traveled all my life, But never got away from the killing job, And the garden shed,

“Then do it, coward,” Crux said. “Do it--the knife is before you; the work has been done.”

“Did you know I’m God’s child?” Kiriona demanded. “Did you know all the things you did--all the shit you pulled--every single thing you did, every lock you snapped on me, every cuff you put on me, every--every crappy plate of food you put in front of me, every word--every look--did you know I was the real, true-blue daughter of the Emperor? I want you to know that--I want you to know what I am!”

“You remain--what you are,” said Crux.

Note: Also see Ianthe accusing her of being a “little three way double crosser”. “England” here representing an unpleasant place in the imperial core to grow up.

9. I Miss That Feeling, Tennis

I can be true to you, even when losing Every little thing I've ever known And all of the love I've ever shown Something like pleasure, you'd never believe it Every little need dismantling Recorded by the needle of an EKG I miss that feeling Flicker hot and hovering Like my own discovering Eagerly, tenderly

And Kiriona kept saying--”It didn’t feel good. . . Fuck. . . It didn’t feel good. Why didn’t it feel good?”/A rising, hysterical note. “Why didn’t it feel good? You fucking old... You hideous, cruel... you bastard... Why didn’t... Why can’t I...”

10. I Want It All, Arctic Monkeys

Blind faith, heartache. mind games, mistakes My sweet fireball, my sweet rigmarole I want it all, I want it all

Old dogs, new tricks, can you feel it? Space age country girl, stone cold miracle I want it all, I want it all And then suddenly it hit me, it's a year ago Since I drank miniature whiskey and we shared your Coke Say, ain't it just like you to kiss me and then hit the road? Leave me listening to the Stones' "2000 Light Years from Home"

11. Wrecking Force, Voxtrot

'Cause somebody once said when I was young That playing dead is just no fun But these days I am a man, I'm not a boy

And you can be anyone Or just some mother's wasted son Oh you can be your own god if you want to

Come on to my side you will define me with a knife Spare me all the miseries that tear apart your life Oh you can lose yourself in art Or you can break somebody's heart in two Jump on in, the water's fine for swimming

Go on split the scene and let the dirty half come clean You are the wrecking force, you are the wrecking force In me, in me 'Cause I'm a soft machine, I was hard when I was sixteen You are the wrecking force, you are the wrecking force In me, in me

Note: More of a general theme for the series than for Kiriona specifically.