#MICKEY I AM SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO YOU

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@mossmurdock

hungry,,,

[curetapwater]

Sega I am grabbing you by the shoulders. Please I need a Sonic fashion doll line. Look Into My Eyes. Anthropomorphic animal fashion dolls have a long history. Disney is currently selling Mickey and Minnie Mouse fashion dolls. Y'know. The characters your characters are designed after. So the proportions Can work.

Listen to me, Sega. I am speaking directly into your ear.

[jinglebellrockstars]

russell t davies listen to me i am speaking directly into your ear. you need to bring back martha jones and mickey smith. its the perfect time to do it now that the doctor is black too. also bring back k9 too. this is unrelated i just love him.

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S5 Ep 18: A Series of Ecological Disasters

Booting up ye old Yugioh, booting up a new aesthetic playlist to type to. (today’s playlist is webcore, which would feel like such a damn fake aesthetic, if it weren’t that every single one of these -core aesthetics are pretty damn fake and everyone knows it.)

Anyway, it’s been so long that, I’ll be honest, I thought I booted up the wrong episode:

I usually skip the anime intro, but I try to watch it once each arc, cuz the intros change, and this arc was like “screw it, here’s all the other villains, just pretend this arc isn’t happening.” They had Pegasus, they had Marik, they have Bakura (who is kind of in this shot as well, you can see him phasing in there.) And like...I guess they’re hiding the villain of this arc or something because that was it. Alexander the Great got just nixed from this villain list and that’s a shame.

Just a real weird choice, but since apparently this arc didn’t air in Japan they probably had to outsource this anime intro and whatever studio in charge of it just cobbled together stuff from every other season and then a couple of shots of capsule stuff.

Speaking of capsule stuff: get a load of how many freakin lines the animators have to deal with every time they draw Grandpa.

Bro saw this and was like “oh yeah, this is a Shonen Jump” and yeah. The hair does give those vibes. We got a good look at what Vegeta would look like if he really let himself go.

(read more under the cut)

Sorry, my playlist started playing a song where every single line of the song is “Adrien Brody” and it took me like a few minutes to realize I was listening to “Brodyquest” completely seriously.

Damn it, webcore, don’t betray me like this.

Anyway, this arc does something super surprising: Yugi actually hugs somebody and doesn’t look like he’s going to pass out standing up.

It is pretty fitting that the good Yugi hug would go to Grandpa.

And, as night falls, Joey Wheeler has gotten hungry, and there is nothing to eat but his new best friend and spirit animal, baby dragon. Unfortunately he shares life points with the dragon, and I think if you eat it that just instakills you.

And directly underneath him--since this world is like 100 feet wide and things just conveniently happen--Tea has told everyone that they needed to stop worrying about Joey. Which is a lot coming from Tea, because her worrying about Yugi/Yami getting hurt is most of what occupies her headspace in this series.

But even Tea was like, screw Joey, I guess.

Who kinda just falls directly into them upside down, and shows us what Joey’s hair looks like when it’s sticking straight up.

For reals, admire how long Joey Wheeler’s hair is. If Tea were upside down, she would have the same length of hair.

Also speaking of Vegeta, I am low key concerned that Joey has what appears to be a significant amount of male pattern balding going on for a teenager.

Apparently getting set on fire many, many times did have an effect on Joey, and this massive pompadour he wears is a combover. Poor baby.

Holy crap, if this is what card stress and getting killed multiple times did to Joey Wheeler, can you imagine what’s going on under Seto’s bangs? That’s probably why his bangs ride so low, Seto likely wears a freakin toupee.

Guys, Joey’s gonna lose his hair at 25 at this rate. Those locks just aren’t long for this world. Poor baby.

After Joey rejoins the party, he immediately eats all of their food. Not sure why they can’t just have Baby Dragon eat like...whatever Baby Dragon naturally eats...and then transform that into shared Joey Wheeler life points, but it’s not clear exactly how much of a life-connection they have with their Yugioh monsters. Not like it matters because Joey Wheeler is default starving all the time anyway.

Tristan has decided we should start laying blame, I guess because Duke Devlin isn’t here anymore to be the local kill joy. This doesn’t seem to be important at any point, and most of the characters are just ignoring Tristan because like...once you’re in the haunted game in a haunted tomb in a random part of India--it’s kind of moot to argue about who’s fault that is, youknow?

Joey reminds us that he found this quest item in a treasure chest under a secret waterfall. No one says “that was convenient that you landed there after getting chased through a ravine by man-eating birds after you got your dragon from when you got your crotch injury from getting spliced by that tree.”

Which is when Tea says “Wait! We haven’t had a plot thing happen in like 4 seconds! Wait!”

Hey what degree of “I don’t trust nature” do you have to be to assume that all the flowers are trying to eat you?

Like what level of anxiety is Tea where she not only is like “pretty sure the flowers are going to destroy us?” but also...she’s correct? Like she’s not wrong.

They set the dog flowers on fire, but unlike the Jungle Book this doesn’t solve any problems (which apparently got taken off the Disney+ kid’s menu so...yet again, I make a Disney reference in these recaps that future generations will not understand because so much of the Disney library has been banned from the vault. It’s almost like Disney should let go of that copyright they held on for like a hundred years, because what they’re holding on to is only going to get more racist with time. But nah. Gotta hold on with their greedy mickey mouse gloves.)

So instead of using fire, Tristan used his monster to electrocute the air (?) and blind the dogs. Wisely, the animators quickly jumped to this other scene so we wouldn’t have to analyze why it’s suddenly daytime or why that plan would even work.

Joey and Tristan do a lot of buddy buddy stuff this arc. Usually we see a lot of Joey and Yugi’s bottomless friendship, but we don’t get this much Tristan/Joey love. So shippers rejoice, these two seem to have several coordinated dances and songs...and I’d say that teens don’t typically do that, but I went to summer camp, there are situational places where teens will sing the entire vacation and make coordinated dances.

Weirdly, since Joey and Tristan share so much time together, this also means Tea and Yugi actually sit next to eachother for a lot of this arc, almost as if they were a couple. Mind you, they’re chaperoned closely by Grandpa, but youknow...that’s a different energy than I’m used to seeing.

That and like, they can’t have Tea dance with them because last time she did a dance, it was like a DDR fight and she elbowed some guy like it was a fisticuffs situation. Like there was some sort of dance war going on behind the scenes of Yugioh’s card war, and it came up once and I guess Tea resolved it and the dance fights haven’t come back since.

Overall, if they did a dance with Tea, they would get kneed in the face, so that’s probably why they insist on doing cancans as a duet and not a trio.

After Joey and Tristan freak out over having no food, Tea decides to just start eating in front of them.

and like...didn’t Joey eat that food yesterday? Like last night? The short term memory loss on all these fools.

Immediately after this we realize something weird in the water. That’s right, it’s a massive head.

Yugi seems to have forgotten they lit this turtle on fire and electrocuted the entire sky the night before. Not that it mattered.

There were like...nesting birds on those trees on that island. What the hell? They just killed so MANY of those man-eating dogs that are flowers.

Seriously are land turtles allowed to just...dive underwater for long periods of time? How does that ecosystem even work? It’s like...That’s wild to think about.

Inside the temple, they have to fight a genie or something.

In case you were wondering, the only reason Tea and Grandpa got iced is because they were the closest to the door. The two who were actually standing out of harms way were the closest to harm the whole time.

Bro tells me this is also what will happen to you if you are in the front or the back of the party while playing Cthulu D&D

Anyway, Pharaoh decides to disclose that his big problem of feeling guilty all the time and taking all the blame, which he did all of last season...is still a huge problem he will probably never tackle.

Straight up, don’t be fooled by my caps, everyone else has completely forgotten about Alex, who is still running around that temple up there. They haven’t even asked Grandpa “hey is this your protege? Is this your mentee you never told us about?” Nah. They already forgot. 

How wild is it that Pharaoh thinks this is all his fault when he was the only one who was like “YUGI IT’S A TRAP DON’T GO IN THE- well...OK I guess we’re doing this, fine.” Is he upset he didn’t take control from Yugi and walk back to the plane? Because that’s the only way he could even be partially responsible, He was the only guy who was like “I see the end from the beginning on this y’all, and it’s the massive pyramid in India.”

Speaking of forgetting, they came across this language Pharaoh has decided to have nothing to do with.

This was actually a riddle and it was like...it was a riddle, sure, I guess.

And so Joey Wheeler does not hallucinate his dead wife from a previous incarnation and get on the back of his Baby Dragon to sail away into the sunset. Instead they’re just gonna walk.

Too bad Tea’s orb covered in wings only seems to hover a bit. Every single wing on that weird orb is absolutely useless.

And then Pharaoh’s pokemon is just a fire--which is hard to sit on--and Celtic Guardian...who would allow it, sure, but probably doesn’t fly (I think. He might fly)

And then Tristan’s Pokemon kinda seems like if you sit on it, you will get electrocuted. It can probably fly though. It’s very round. Seems like an anime thing that the more round your mascot character is, the more likely it can at least bounce a good distance.

So, next time, I’m just going to assume that we are going to do even more camping. And youknow, if you told me exactly HOW MUCH CAMPING was in this card game show with super future tech, I would not have believed you. But like...a lot of this series is set in the woods right? Like a lot a lot? I have grown to appreciate the woods.

Anyway, as always, if you just got here, this is a link to read these in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

See you next time!

[unpack-my-heart]

This is the first thing I’ve written for the Shameless fandom, but I am utterly besotted with tomato-obsessed-vegetable-growing Ian Gallagher and so wrote this! 

He was out there again. This time, he was wearing bright yellow rubber gloves that went right up to his elbows, and they were covered in soft-looking dirt. He’s got a streak of dirt on his face too, powdery, from where he’d presumably wiped the back of his hand across his forehead.  His almost-too-orange hair shon brilliantly in the oppressive July sunshine, and Mickey watched as beads of sweat, almost imperceptible, slid down the side of his face.

It was the third time this week that Red has been out there, elbow-deep in mud, or tenderly caressing the lacey tufts of green shooting out of the ground. Sometimes, Red will tug on the tufts, and the soil will give birth to a misshapen carrot, much smaller than the type Mickey buys at the supermarket that come shrink-wrapped in rustly plastic, but Red doesn’t seem to care. He beamed at every fucking carrot as if he’d never seen one before, as if that carrot was the best, most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on in his entire life.

Mickey watched him as he sprayed something from an unmarked spray bottle onto tomato vines that twist and turn, vein-like, up a beaten-up old trellis. Plump, bulbous tomatoes hung from their stalks, and Mickey watched, feeling more and more voyeuristic, as Red plucked one from the vine and popped it into his mouth. Red chewed slowly, methodically, before smiling, all too wide and with tomato pulp mushed between his teeth. It should be disgusting, and yet, as Mickey watched the blissed-out smile reach Red’s eyes, papery skin crinkling, it’s not. Not anywhere close.

When Mickey moved into the apartment building, he’d barely noticed the garden. The apartment was cheap, suspiciously cheap, but Mickey couldn’t afford to be suspicious. So, when the greasy and smelt-like-onions letting agent had shoved the wad of paper under his nose, he’d signed on the dotted-fucking-line.

“It’s in an up-and-coming area, you know. You’re getting a real steal here, and it’s a ground floor property, no hauling heavy goods up the stairs,” the letting agent had said, tugging at the limp, flaccid tie around his neck.

Mickey had just rolled his eyes and shoved the papers back. “Save the fucking speech.”

It had taken him a pitiful two trips with Iggy’s busted up old pickup to schlep all of his worldly possessions from one side of Chicago to the other. A couple of soggy cardboard boxes filled with miscellaneous crap, a pair of practically broken but still just-about useable kitchen chairs, and a mattress with not a single functioning spring. When Iggy left, pickup grumbling down the street, Mickey had sent Mandy a picture of the chairs stood pathetically in the middle of the otherwise empty room.

She’d sent back a string of laughing emojis, at least when i come and visit i won’t be sitting on the fuckin’ floor

It took Mickey another three weeks to accumulate enough second-hand furniture to pass as a genuinely functioning adult, and by that point, he’d barely opened his blinds, never mind noticed the stretch of scrubland that barely passed for a communal garden that stretched out beyond the confines of his bedroom window. It was by accident that Mickey had happened to open the blinds just as Red was strutting past his window, wrestling with an enormous bag of soil. The soil slipped out of his arms and Red cursed, loud and long enough that it startled a grunt out of a bemused Mickey.

“Fuckin’ shit, fuckin’ slippery bastard, fuckin’ all over my fuckin’ boots! Jesus fuck.”

Hands twitching, Mickey watched as the orange-haired man, resigned to his muddy timberlands, kicked the rapidly emptying bag of soil, before grabbing it with both hands and tugging it along the floor, leaving it to rest in front of three large, raised vegetable beds. Red squatted down and ran his hands over the surface of the soil, head cocked inquisitively.

Mickey stared at the man, hand resting on the window pane, ready to pull it shut and get on with the rest of his day, but before he could, and without warning, Red looked up.

Red looked up, stared directly at Mickey’s swiftly reddening face, and waved.

Feeling like he’d been caught with his hands down his pants by his third-grade English teacher, Mickey slammed the window shut and pulled the blind across, a vital extra layer of protection from the outside.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Mickey scolded himself, before purposefully striding out of the bedroom, and slamming the door behind him, resigned to not re-enter the room until he was quite sure that Red had gone.

The next day, after Mickey had dragged his aching bones back from the chop shop, engine oil and miscellaneous grease coating his hands, he’d floated into his bedroom on autopilot. He tugged the blind up, and shoved the window open, eyes blurry and half asleep. A wiggling figure in the distance caught his eye, and his stomach dropped.

Red was out there, forehead damp and glistening in the evening sun. Mercifully, his back was to Mickey, as he leant down, fussing with something buried deep in the pillowy looking earth that covered the surface of the first vegetable bed. Red’s ass wiggled this way and that, a unrhythmic dance to the chirpy evening birdsong, and Mickey let himself watch, eyes glued to the dirt-covered denim, only for a second, before he forcefully pulled the window shut again.

Only, the window groaned loudly, and, ridiculously, Red peered between his splayed legs, and waved at Mickey from his rather precarious upside-down position.

Mickey pulled the blind shut and stomped out of his bedroom, determined to forget about Red and his fucking pruning shears.

The plan, however brilliant in theory, failed miserably in practice, and resulted in Mickey finding himself, yet again, covertly watching Red chew his fucking tomatoes. If Mickey cared, or if he was the kind of guy that had some sort of gardening glove fetish, he would have realised that Red tended to the garden in the evening, when the sun dipped, bloated and heavy, below the treeline, and bathed the grass in dazzling, shimmering golden light. If Mickey cared, or if he was the kind of guy that jerked off furiously in the shower thinking about the way the muscles in Red’s arms rippled, taut, when he hauled bags of soil from one end of the garden to the other, he would have devised a way of opening his blind just so, just enough to see out of, but not enough that Red could see his peering, lurking face.

For a kid who had grown up in the underbelly of Chicago, whose first word was ‘fuck’, only to be followed by ‘you up’, Mickey had been remarkably quick to come to terms with the fact that he only liked fucking dudes. The first time he’d slept with a chick, the noisy, breathy, wetness of it all had kept his dick limp and his ego in tatters, and she’d thrown him out of her bedroom with a ‘fucking faggot’ for good measure.  He’d slept with countless other women since then, a painful exercise in compulsory heterosexuality, and as he ploughed into them from behind, he’d screw his eyes shut and pretend the fleshy give of their hips was tight, coiled muscle, and pretend that their high-pitched blabbering were deep, guttural moans. It hurt, every time, when they’d slink off, hair mussed and lipstick smudged, and he’d be left splayed lifelessly on damp sheets that smelt like sex, but he managed. He had to manage. Until Terry Milkovich, silverback gorilla, had died in a wheezing, heaving mess on the kitchen floor, and Mickey was free.

He fucked his first guy on the night of the funeral, was fucked by his first guy three nights later, and never looked back. Mickey was pretty comfortable with what he liked and liking what he liked didn’t make him a bitch.

But this? Staring at some guy whispering sweet nothings to his peppers, hiding behind the blind every time he so much as glanced in Mickey’s general direction? This was horrifyingly close to pining, teetering on the edge of teenage puppy love infatuation type shit, and it set Mickey’s teeth on edge. Milkovich’s didn’t do crushes.

A knock on the window startled him, shattering his belligerent introspection and rattling his bones.

It was Red, who had somehow managed to creep his way across the scrubby lawn, up to Mickey’s window. Mickey blinked at him, dumbly.

Red started to speak, but Mickey couldn’t hear him.

“The windows closed; I can’t hear you!” Mickey shouted, dumbly.

Shit.

Red stepped out of the way, just in time, and Mickey shoved the window open.

“Uh, window was … y’know. What the fuck do you want?”

Red smiled.

“Do you want a tomato?”

[lilacyennefer]

Red

Anon said:  Hi! I’m so happy that your requests are open again!! Can I request “don’t make me take you home and punish you” and “try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” with Ray? thank you ❤️ 

A/N: Thank you so much!! I'm actually really happy to be back and writing. I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy it. 

WARNING: SMUT

(I am once again using a picture from my instagram)

Mickey Pearson always had an eye for beautiful, elegant things. 

That’s your first thought as you step into his new house, it’s not even a house, it's a huge manor, that he shares with Rosalind. 

He also liked to throw elegant parties at least once a year, and it’s not different now, with Christmas approaching, he decided to throw a party for the people he knew, and that included You and Raymond too. 

Mickey’s parties were always tasteful, charming, and a lot of fun. 

You loved them, and you loved that you had a reason to buy beautiful dresses, and dress like an actual queen. 

And Raymond? 

Raymond lived to see you in those dresses. 

He swore you were a goddess on earth every time you put on an elegant, but sexy dress, with matching high heels.

It’s not like he didn’t adore you every minute and every day since you were together, but there was something in seeing you in a dress that drove him crazy. 

It probably has a lot to do with the fact that after parties like this, you always had steamy hot sex when you got home. 

So, when Ray saw you coming out of the bedroom in a long, red dress, with matching high heels, he felt his cock twitch in his pants and he knew damn well that it’s going to be a long, long night. 

The first time you saw the dress, you fell in love with it, and you didn’t have to go and look around some more. 

The colour was hot, fiery red, and it was long with a slit on the left side, exposing your legs to the world, driving Raymond absolutely crazy, and it had an elegant, heart shaped cleavage. 

You loved it, so did Ray. 

After you arrived at the party, both You and Ray grabbed a glass of champagne as you walked around, saying hi to the guests, friends, and familiar faces. 

Raymond’s hand was on you the whole time, firmly fixed on your lower back, and when he thought that it was safe, he slowly sneaked his hand lower, very gently touching your cheeks.

You always sent him a look, signaling him that you’re in public, with lots of people. 

After dinner, and a few glasses of champagne, Ray’s hands were braver as you were sitting at the dinner table, sneaking his way up on your bare legs, dangerously close to your core. 

You clench your legs together, trapping Ray’s hand between them, and you look at him sharply, but you can’t see anything on his face as his focus is on Mickey as he’s chatting with him casually. 

You let out a frustrated puff, and drank the rest of your champagne. 

Raymond really has the nerve. 

Once he stopped talking with Mickey, you can feel his eyes on you, so you turn and look at him, only to see him watching you with a smirk on his lips, and a playful twinkle in his eyes. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, darlin’?” Ray asks you cheerfully, and you send him a look that could kill. 

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” You reply, and you can see Ray’s eyes darken from your response. 

He leans closer to you, until his lips are touching your ears, but barely, his breath ghosts over your skin as he speaks “And how would you do that?”

You’re so distracted by his hot breath and how it made you break out in goosebumps in your whole body, that you first don’t even know what he means by this, but then you realised. 

Really, how would you do it?

Because, usually, it was Ray who teased you, punished you, tied you up and fucked you so good and so long that you were a sweaty, begging mess under him. 

But it never was your turn, so how, and what would you do?

You lick your lips before you answer Ray’s burning question, then say “I’d tie you up first. Then I’d tease you so long and so much, that even after I let you cum, you still will be hard with want.” 

You made sure that with your last words, your hand landed on Raymond’s pants, exactly where his member is, hoping that you’ll feel him at least a little bit hard for you. 

And gosh, you weren't disappointed. 

When you placed your hand on him, you could feel his hardening erection under your hand, under the soft material of his elegant trousers that had matched his suit. 

You smirked satisfyingly when you heard Ray gasp a little, never expecting you to join his game of public teasing.

“Excuse yourself and go to the bathroom, I’ll follow you in a few minutes.” Raymond whispers into your ear once again, making you clench with want. 

You did as he told you, you excused yourself from the table, saying you don’t feel well, and you went to the bathroom, locking the door behind yourself. 

You took a minute to look at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks were flushed, and your chest was rising and falling a bit more rapidly than the usual, and you almost could see your heart beating so fast under your skin, threatening to rip your chest open and jump out of you. 

This, is the effect Raymond Smith has on you.

You jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door, and when Ray told you it’s him you let him in. 

He barely gave you any time to close the door, he immediately was all over you, kissing and grabbing everything he could. 

You moaned loudly in his mouth, and Ray quickly broke the kiss to whisper “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.” 

You don’t answer anything as Ray lifts you up against the door of the fancy bathroom, pinning you against it with your legs spread wilde as Ray is standing between them, his hands are pinning yours against the door by your wrists, and his face is buried in the exposed skin of your chest, licking and nipping the parts he can reach. 

“You’re so fucking hot in this dress.” Ray mutters against your neck before he licks that spot behind your ears what makes your knees absolutely weak. 

You’re so distracted by Ray’s lips on your skin, the way how his hot, velvet tongue licks every part he can reach, and how his beard scratches your skin as he wanders all over your body, and when he’s close to you, you can smell the product he uses on his beard, it’s sandalwood, you think, but you’re not sure, and honestly, in this moment, you don’t even care. 

You’re so turned on by the whole situation that all you can feel is Ray.

Raymond’s big hands on yours, Raymond’s lips on you, Raymond’s rock hard cock pressing against the soft lace material of your panties what you soaked through. 

All you can feel is Ray, Ray, and Ray. 

“Do you want me?” Raymond asks you when he breaks away from you, and you look at him with heavy eyes as you try to catch your breath, unsuccessfully. 

“I never wanted you more.” You whisper, making Ray groan loudly before he smashed his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. 

“Please, please, please.” Is all you can say, but Ray doesn’t need more. 

He slips your panties to the side, the completely soaked lace panty, and so easily, he slips two fingers inside you. 

“I don’t think I ever felt you this wet.” Ray mutters “If I knew that public sex turns you on this much we could have done it earlier.” 

Honestly, you didn’t know it either. 

You never expected to get this turned on by sneaking into Mickey’s bathroom for a quickie, this was all new to you too. 

“Oh my god.” You moan when Ray curled his fingers inside of you, directly hitting your g-spot with his fingers, making your legs shake around Ray’s hips. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please.” You beg as you feel yourself tighten around Ray’s agile fingers, the white heat is getting stronger and stronger until you’re ready to explode around him...

...but you can’t.

Seconds away from your orgasm, you heard two loud bangs on the door, resonating through your body. 

“Ray, what the hell is going on in there?” You hear Mickey’s voice coming through the bathroom door. 

You look each other in the eyes with Ray, his fingers are still buried deep inside your pussy.

“Nothing.” Ray says after he collected himself a little.

“Really? Because from the sounds that are coming from inside, it sounds like Y/N is not okay.” 

You know that Mickey knows exactly what you and Ray are doing inside, he just won’t say it. 

Your previously flushed cheeks turn into crimson red, and you hide your face in Ray’s chest from the embarrassment. 

“We will be out in a minute.” Is all what Ray says, pulling his fingers out of you, and gently placing you back on the floor. 

You watch Ray quickly wash his hands as you’re still standing in front of the closed door, trying to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” He asks you when he steps in front of you.

“Splendid.” You reply “But we need to go home, right now. And not just because I’m still on the edge of my orgasm, but because in no way, I can look Mickey in the eyes now.” 

“Yeah, it’s not you who has to work with him tomorrow.” 

“And because of who, we ended up shagging in the bathroom?” You ask Ray with raised eyebrows.

“Alright, alright.” He says as he opens the bathroom door for you, and you step outside, embarrassed. 

Mickey stands at the end of the hallway, leaning towards the wall, hands in his pockets. 

“Are you feeling better, Y/N?” He asks you when you reached him.

“No, she isn’t.” Ray replies instead of you “That’s why I think we should head home.” 

“It was a lovely party, Mickey! We both enjoyed it a lot.” You tell him as you say your goodbyes. 

Raymond is already dragging you towards the door when you faintly hear Mickey say:

“Oh yes, I bet you did.” 

———

After saying goodbye, totally embarrassed, you’re sitting in a limousine on your way back home, your legs are thrown over Ray’s, and you still can slightly feel him being hard under your legs. 

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you’re watching him, his focus is on the road, the only signal that he’s with you is how his thumb circles the exposed skin of your leg. 

Then you think ‘fuck it, let’s finish what we started’ and you quickly unclasped the safety belt, and with one move, you sat down in Ray’s lap, to his biggest surprise.

“Do you want me?” You repeat his words from the bathroom earlier, and he smirks at you before he crushes his lips against yours in a heated kiss. 

You move your shaky hands between your bodies, unzipping his pants so you can free his cock. 

Raymond groaned animalistically into your mouth when your soft, small hand touched his rock hard erection. 

You loved the combination of his soft skin and hardness, you loved to feel his veins under your hands or tongue. 

Still kissin, you started to move your hand around Ray, twisting, moving up and down, and when you reached his already leaking tip, you made sure to swirl your thumb over his sensitive head, spreading his precum, and moving a little lower to circle your thumb on the spot under his head, knowing what effect it has on Ray. 

Meanwhile Raymond’s fingers found their way under your dress, ripping your lace panty off of you and throwing it on the floor of the limousine. 

Ray always did this, ripping your finest lingerie off of you, then taking you shopping for new ones the next day. 

His agile fingers easily slipped between your folds, you were so wet you could actually hear it, so could Raymond, and gosh he fucking loved it. 

When your lungs were screaming for air you broke the kiss, and took Ray’s fingers away from your wetness. 

You made sure to keep eye contact as you raised his wet fingers into your mouth, sucking your wetness off of his fingers while you looked deeply into his eyes. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” Ray groans loudly, then he smashes his lips against yours again.

You lift your hips a little bit, and you straddle over his erection, placing him to your opening, and you slowly sink down on him, making both of you groan loudly. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” Ray praises as he gently wraps his fingers around your throat, not choking, just holding you. 

You were sitting there without moving, eyes closed as you let yourself adjust to his size before you started riding Ray with everything you got. 

Raymond’s hands were on your ass the whole time, supporting you, and helping you with your movements, kneading your cheeks in his big palms. 

You could swear that you never rode Ray this good, you don’t know if it was the fact that you were being teased all night, or the fact that you were in a limousine, but everything felt so much better than before as Ray’s big cock was slipping so easily in and out of you. 

Raymond lets your bottom go so he can slip the dress from your shoulders, revealing your bouncing tits to him.

With a loud groan, Ray buried his head between your boobs, licking and sucking your perky nipples, making your roll your hips against him from the pleasure. 

You were still on the edge from your previous almost orgasm, and you felt everything more intensely, especially since Ray’s throbbing erection brushed right against your g-spot with every move, and your clit was teased by the expensive material of his pants, and his talented tongue was licking, circling, and sucking your nipples just the way you love, and his beard, god you fucking loved feeling his beard on your skin while the two of you were fucking. 

“Please.” You beg quietly as you ride Ray faster and harder, chasing your own and his pleasure too. 

Raymond was just as eager to feel you explode around him as you were, wanting to throb and clench around him, swimming in the ultimate pleasure of your orgasm, so he bit down on the crook of your neck hard, knowing it will push you over the edge. 

And so it did.

As you felt Raymond’s teeth dig into your sensitive skin, your eyes rolled back into your skull as the mixture of pleasure and pain pushed you into your most intense orgasms you ever had. 

Your whole body is shaking, and you’re struggling to catch your breath as Ray is still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. 

You let out a sob from the feeling of his huge erection sliding in and out of your oversensitive pussy, so you put your hand on Ray’s chest to stop him.

“I want you to cum into my mouth.” You whisper against Ray’s lips, then you slowly, with your wobbly legs, you sit back in your place in the car. 

You take a look at Ray, and honestly you hated the fact how collected he looked, still after fucking. 

His hair was still in place, his glasses were sitting neatly on his nose, and his clothes were looking perfect, meanwhile you were a sweaty, hot mess. 

The only indication of your actions was Ray’s cock standing proudly, glistening from your wetness. 

You licked your lips and leaned down to take him in your mouth, you tried to not tease knowing very well that you’ll arrive at your home soon, so you started sucking him properly, tongue swirling over his tip, licking every part you can reach. 

Raymond’s head was thrown back on the seat, his eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, and he wrinkled his forehead as his only focus was on how your mouth felt around him, how your velvet tongue licked him in the right spots, and sucked him like your life depended on it. 

“Yes, just like that.” He groaned, making you suck harder and faster. 

You felt him throb in your mouth, and you knew that he’s seconds away from cumming, so you took his balls into your hands and massaged them the way he liked it.

Raymond grunted loudly as his hip bucked up at the same moment his whole body went completely still as he spilled himself inside your mouth, making you swallow every drop he had to offer. 

You keep sucking him, more gentle this time, letting him ride his orgasm out, making sure every drop he had to offer landed in your mouth. 

You let his cock go with a loud pop, and you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand while Ray quickly tugged himself back into his pants since the car parked outside your house. 

The driver opened the door for the two of you, and Ray stepped outside first, then he helped you out, since your legs were still shaking from your orgasm he wrapped his strong arm around your body, supporting you. 

“I hope you had a great ride!” The driver says as a goodbye, and you freeze.

“Do you think he knows?” You ask Ray as you watch the limousine drive away. 

“Yes, you were loud.” Ray says casually as you reach the front door. He’s about to open the door when he stops, you can see him think for a second before he says “Plus we forgot your panty on the floor.” 

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[dearlyarchived]

from  @heartslight​.    (    unprompted,    always  accepting.    )    “    i  started  to  doubt.    back  then,    when  i  was  looking  for  you    [ ... ]    i  started  to  wonder  if  you  were  even  still  alive.    ”    the  confession  is  said  to  the  dark  corner  of  the  room  rather  than  at  riku    /    no,    sora  couldn't  bring  himself  to  look  at  riku  right  now.    “    nobody  would  tell  me  if  you  were  okay    [ ... ]    i  started  to  get  scared.    when  king  mickey  told  me  you  were  okay    [ ... ]    it  was  such  a  relief.    ”    &.    even  then,    riku  chose  to  stay  away    /    to  hide  away.    for  sora's  own  benefit?    because  riku  was  afraid  of  what  sora  would  think?    no──    fuck  that.    “    i  thought  you  were  dead,    riku.    i  thought  you  were  suffering  somewhere,    alone    [ ... ]    &.    i  couldn't  help  you.    ”    body  curls  tightly  into  itself    &.    sora  truly  couldn't  look  at  riku  now,    in  fear  of  his  misty  eyes  being  too  visible.    if  riku  knew  he  was  crying    [ ... ]    sora  would  never  hear  the  end  of  it!

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  directly  at  sora,    then──    he  has  always  been  afraid  around  matters  of  the  heart,    hadn’t  he?    riku  has  always  preferred  to  laugh  things  off  with  a  teasing  remark,    diffuse  tender  situations  with  a  joke.    (    if  he  tries──    if  he  lets  himself  grow  too  close,    he  fears,    more  than  anything,    of  burning  himself  on  the  edges  of  sora’s  light.    )    but  sora  has  always  led  him  differently.    his  hand,    carefully,    slowly,    reaches  out  for  the  boy  before  faltering.    like  a  mirror,    like  once  before──    he  forgets  the  memory,    just  as  quickly  as  falling  sand.    “    sora    [ ... ]    ”

he  had  been──    riku  had  done  awful,    awful  things  to  get  sora  back.    to  hear  his  laugh,    to  see  his  dumb  smile.    (    the  true  depths  of  it,    he  would  never  let  sora  look  into.    )    even  the  lingering  memory  of  roxas  sends  shivers  down  his  spine,    pain  into  his  wrist,    deserved  as  it  was.    when  he  had  succumbed  to  the  darkness    [ ... ]    did  he  even  deserve,    then,    to  look  at  sora  again?    after  fighting  so  hard  to  keep  the  man  taunting  him  from  hurting  him,    &.    kairi,    did  he  deserve  to  see  them  again?    if  she  hadn’t  called  out  to  him──    if  she  hadn’t  begged,    the  both  of  them,    to  stay──    riku  would  have  been  perfectly  content  with  fading  away  from  their  lives.    more  than  content,    to  stay  close  to  the  shadows    &.    to  watch  from  afar.

even  then,    what  had  that  gotten  him?    he  had  tried  that,    &.    failed,    &.    the  consequences  sit  right  beside  him.

“    [ ... ]    i’m  sorry.    ”    he  ducks  his  head,    strands  of  hair  falling  into  place  with  the  movement  as  he  speaks.    ��    i  never  wanted  to  worry  you.    the  first  couple  of  times    [ ... ]    i  just  couldn’t  believe  my  eyes.    it──    seeing  you  awake,    it  was  like  a  dream  come  true.    ”    one  that  he  was  afraid  of  waking  up  from;    afraid  of  waking  up  to  diz’s  methodical  research,    naminé’s  gentle  scribbles.    “    &.    then  i  remembered──    what  i  did,    what  i  turned  into──    &.    i  felt  like  i  couldn’t  face  you  again.    after  everything  we  went  through,    after  all  the  faith  you  put  into  me    [ ... ]    i  was  ashamed,    really.    i  still  should  be.    i  am.    ”  no  amount  of  words  from  sora  could  make  him  believe  otherwise.    &.    deep  down,    if  he  ever  learned,    riku  knows  he’d  be  angry.    the  thought  consoles  him,    as  much  as  it  terrifies  him.

his  eyes  shift  to  look  at  sora,    even  as  he  hides  his  face.    that’s  fine,    he  thinks.  the  thought  echoes    &.    settles,    like  a  soft  breeze  flowing  through.    “    i  was  so  scared,    you  know?    i  really  meant  it  when  i  said  i  didn’t  want  to  be  found.    but  you    [ ... ]    you  proved  me  wrong,    sora.    ”    his  hand  doesn’t  hesitate,    this  time──    riku  reaches  over  to  place  his  hand  over  sora’s,    squeezing  tight.    “    honestly,    i  should  be  used  to  it,    at  this  point.    ”    there  he  goes  again,    but  it’s  not  for  his  own  sake  this  time.    anything,    for  sora.    (    what  a  dangerous  line  of  thought.    )    he  leans  over,    wincing  each  time  his  back  stretches   &.   aches,    but  riku  manages.    places  his  forehead  over  their  hands,    words  spoken  to  the  soft  space  in  between  the  two  of  them.    “    you’ve  always  been  so  good  at  seeing  the  best  in  everyone,    sora.    i  should  have  known  that  you    [ ... ]    wouldn’t  see  any  of  that,    even  if  i  was  afraid  of  it.    ”    even  if  i  want  you  too.    even  if  you  should.    “    you  light  up  the  room,    you  know?    with  kairi.    i  guess  i  thought  it’d  be  better  if  i  just  stepped  away  from  that.    if  i  just  accepted  myself  as    [ ... ]    part  of  the  darkness.    ”

“    but,    ”    riku  says,    &.  he  raises  his  head.    shifts,    &.    coaxes  sora  to  look  at  him,    too.    a  warm  hand  against  his  cheek,    &.    this  time,    he  won’t  bring  it  up  if  he  wipes  away  any  tears.    “    i  know  differently,    now.    because  of  you,    &.    kairi,    too.    ”    the  admission  comes  with  a  fond  smile,    one  he  hopes  will  put  sora  at  ease.    he  really  has  been  doing  so  much  for  riku,    hasn’t  he?    one  day,    he  hopes  to  give  as  much  back  to  sora.    “    it’s  not  your  fault,    not  at  all.    so  i    [ ... ]    let  me  say  i’m  sorry,    sora.    for  putting  so  much  on  your  shoulders,    &.    for  letting  you  bear  it  on  your  own.      ”

[lyranova]

Heyo my sunshine! Okay okay I love taking inspiration from people and today it so happened to be Lei :0 and I was wondering if you could write Zora x Nebra meeting Ace and Josslyn would be pretty bizarre considering they barely know each other <3

Children of the Future:

Chapter 4: Ace and Josslyn

Of course mickey! I like this idea a lot and am starting to think about doing it with other characters as well hehe. But I hope this is good and that you like it and I’m sorry if it isn’t 😅. Love you lots hun 💗! Also, letting everyone know, Josslyn and Ace belong to @crazyclownthanos (go check out mickey’s White Clover series its so good 😱💕!)

Edit: Here’s chapter 4 guys I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @talpup (i tagged you since Zora is your adopted son hehe)

Word count: 1,625

Warnings: None

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Julius couldn’t understand what was going on as he stared at the pink and red haired children in front of him. First, Hikari Sukehiro, a child from the future shows up, and now these two? He frowned considerably before calling Marx into the room.

“ Yes sir?” Marx stood in the doorway and waited for Julius’s command, he heard the Wizard King sigh and shake his head.

“ I need you to call Yami and Nozel here, and tell them to bring Zora and Nebra with them please.” He told him as he leaned back in his chair, Marx nodded and walked out of the room. Julius watched as the children said nothing, the young boy looked very nervous while the young woman looked nothing but calm. If she was as nervous as her brother she didn’t show it one bit.

Julius had to admit, he was curious as to how two almost complete strangers would react to finding out they had children together.

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Yami grumbled as he walked into Julius’s office, he was finding it very odd to be living with Charlotte. They were having to get used to each other's quirks and mannerisms. It was made even more difficult with Hikari since they had to learn her’s as well, while also trying to get her back to her own time. It was a pain in the ass if Yami were being honest, but he was finding it quite enjoyable waking up and seeing the two of them there.

“ Hey Captain, you alright?” Zora asked curiously, he had wondered why the Wizard King wanted to see him personally, it wasn’t everyday that sort of stuff happened. Yami nodded.

“ I’m fine, just thinking.” He muttered as he scratched the back of his head. Zora smirked and tilted his head.

“ Ah, thinking about the Mrs. and the kid huh?” He laughed, but that laughter died in his throat as Yami turned to glare harshly at the red head.

“ How about you keep your trap shut? Besides, Charlotte isn’t my ‘mrs’.” He turned and walked away, Zora nodded and followed behind.

“ I bet you are starting to want her to be.” He muttered under his breath before they walked into the Wizard Kings office.

Zora wasn’t very nervous at first, he wasn’t as intimidated by the Wizard King like most people were. He respected him, but he didn’t really see why so many people were afraid of him. He noticed white move out of the corner of his eye and he turned and rolled his eyes at the sight.

It was the Captain of the Silver Eagles Nozel Silva, and his sister Nebra. What the hell were they doing here? He clenched his teeth and glared at the royals, who didn’t seem to even acknowledge his presence. He and Yami walked up to the Wizard Kings desk and stood in front of it.

“ What is it Julius? If it has to do with Hikari shouldn’t Charlotte be here too?” He asked before crossing his arms, Julius shook his head and held up a hand.

“ Ah no this doesn’t have anything to do with Hikari, at least, not directly.” Yami frowned before Julius continued and looked at both Captains. “ I’ll need you both to leave for now,” he held up a hand to silence their protests. “ You’ll both find out about it later, but for now just go into Marx’s office while I speak with Zora and Nebra please.” He asked with a warm smile, both Captains nodded begrudgingly before doing as they were ordered.

“ Now, I asked your Captains to bring you both here for a reason, now this is going to be a little hard to understand but-.” Julius paused before two pink haired children walked into the room.

“ Mom! Dad!” The little boy yelled before attempting to rush forward, but the girl grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back before wrapping an arm around him.

“ That isn’t mom and dad Ace!” The girl hissed before turning her attention to the others. Zora and Nebra blinked...mom?...dad?. Wait who were they talking about? The only people in the room they could be referring too was…

“ What the hell?!” Both Nebra and Zora shouted before turning to Julius, their eyes wide and disbelieving.

“ There has to be a mistake! There’s no way those two can be our children!” Nebra shouted, Julius kept his warm smile on his face at her outburst.

“ Wow you figured it out quickly! I’m impressed.” He laughed before Zora walked over and slammed his hand on the desk.

“ Of course we did! We’re not stupid, besides they have pink hair which is kind of a dead giveaway.” Zora growled before he and Nebra glared at each other.

“ I don’t understand how they can be our children! It makes zero sense!” She exclaimed, the kids just stood there and watched as their ‘parents’ were in almost complete denial.

“ The princess is right, I don't understand how they’re our kids. We barely even know each other!” Zora frowned as Julius nodded his head in agreement.

“ I can understand your shock, but stranger things have happened.” Julius shrugged and watched as the two continued glaring.

“ Heh, I would never fall for someone as brash and vulgar as someone like him. Let alone a commoner.” Nebra told them with her nose slightly in the air, Zora laughed.

“ Yeah and like I would ever fall in love with some as stuck up and snotty like you! Let alone a royal.” Zora told her coldly, suddenly a sniffle was heard and everyone turned to see the young boy, whom the girl called Ace, crying and wiping his face with his sleeve.

“ Gee thanks now you’ve made my brother cry with your arguing.” The girl glared before she gently bent down and tried to comfort him. Zora and Nebra’s eyes softened slightly in regret, they hadn’t meant to upset him.

“ Anyway, all we need is for you to help us get home. Then we’ll be out of your hair.” The girl said icly as she stood up straight and looked past her ‘parents’ and at Julius.

“ I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he laughed sheepishly. “ You see; you’re not the first ones to come here, there's another girl named Hikari who traveled here from the future as well and I haven’t been able to send her back either.” He said with another laugh.

“ Hikari’s here too?!” The pink haired girl exclaimed in excitement, apparently, the two girls knew each other. Julius nodded before his face went serious.

“ Yes. Right now I’m investigating why this is happening, and until I can complete my investigation, I think it would be best if you four all lived together-.” Julius tried to explain before being cut off.

“ No!” Zora, Nebra, and the young girl shouted. Ace jumped before clutching onto his sister's leg tightly.

“ I don’t need their or your help! I’ll find my own way home and protect my brother while I’m at it. I don’t need you.” The girl declared before turning. Zora sighed, as much as he hated to admit it, the Wizard King was right. Until they figured out who was sending children from the future back into the past, it would be better if everyone from the same family stuck together.

“ Listen brat, I understand you don’t want anyone telling you what to do but he’s right, it's the safest option right now.” Zora crossed his arms and noticed the girls eyes continued to look at him in distrust.

“ What? You think you can protect Ace better than I can?” The girl growled before Nebra stepped forward.

“ No, that isn’t what we’re saying.” She sighed, apparently she had come to the same realization as Julius and Zora had, this was really their best option. They couldn’t let two kids go wandering around in a world they knew little to nothing about, it was dangerous to do that. “ We’re saying it’s safer for you both, think about it; neither of you know what time you're in, or where you are, or where anything is. So wouldn’t it be better if you were with people who did know all those things?”

The girl bit her bottom lip and looked down at Ace in thought, she knew what he wanted to do, but she didn’t know if she could trust these versions of her parents. They seemed to strongly dislike each other, and seemed to constantly argue, which hadn’t changed much even after they were married. But it was still jarring. She watched Ace look up at her with pleading eyes, he was begging her to go with them. She sighed before nodding.

“ Fine. We’ll stay with you two.” She grumbled, Ace squealed in delight before wrapping his big sister in a hug. Soft ‘thank you’s’ could be heard by the others.

“ Great! Now I’ll find you all a place to stay that's close enough to your bases.” Julius announced before looking at the paperwork on his desk. Zora and Nebra glared at each other again, neither one wanted to live together, but they didn’t have a choice now. Zora turned to the girl again, a curious frown on his face.

“ Hey kid, what’s your name?” He asked and watched the girl look surprised for a moment before she held her head high and a smirk appeared on her face.

“ Josslyn.” She announced proudly, he laughed softly before a smirk appeared on his face as well.

“ Nice to meet you, Josslyn.”

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Sorry it falls apart at the end 😅. But i hope this was good and that I portrayed Josslyn and Ace correctly Mickey 🥺💕! I hope you all liked it though. Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

hello Luna! I wanted to ask you if you think twisted wonderland will end with chapter 7, and if there will be a sequel?

   Hmmm.... I think that there will be seven chapters dedicated to student overblots. Malleus obviously being the last one. I also think that there will be some sort of 8th chapter to cover whatever happens to Grim and how the MC gets home. The build up with Mickey and Grim and all the sketchy stuff surrounding Crowley is definitely going to need to be explained before TWST ends as well. 

   I think the best way to explain how I feel TWST will close up is through examples.

Foreshadowing:

    I am a very proud fantasy reader so I tend to notice quite a few patterns in these types of storylines. The amount of foreshadowing is enormous and usually only makes sense after the climax of the story. 

   The prologue is often overlooked in most books and stories but it is likely one of the most important parts in a fiction story. The prologue for TWST has several lines and imagery that key us into the foreshadowing. 

   For example: Crowley says that we are all running out of time and when you pay attention to the intro when he asks you to take his hand a clock strikes a specific amount of times.

Relationship development and closure:

   Another important example of foreshadowing is when Crowley is crying about how the MC got Ace and Deuce to work together. Throughout the story lines it’s been obvious that the students were unused to teamwork and incapable of holding healthy relationships. The climax will likely include quite a bit of teamwork with all of the dorms working together to reach a common goal. 

   Although many of the students improved after their overblots, very few relationship matters where addressed afterwards unless absolutely necessary (scarabia’s brief explanation). It is highly likely that any strained relationships will be directed in a positive direction through circumstances that are TBA. 

   That said it is also highly unlikely that these relationships will be directly and vocally addressed. Open ended relationships are key in making a good story line because it leaves the reader to their own conclusions. When a reader comes to their own conclusions it is likely that they will create a future image that allows them to be pleased with how the story ended. It is a very effective way to let each individual reader become pleased with the story as a whole despite the fact that everyone has different tastes in stories.

Character development:

   It will be the same way with individual character development as well. A lack of vocal and direct development will be replaced by character choices, hidden changes in word choices, and emotional expression to display how a character is acting differently than in the beginning of the story.

   Even with no specific closure on whether or not a character really has changed. The reader will perceive the outlook of that character in a way that caters to their own tastes. 

   Overblot development is a given but something else we should keep an eye out for is character development in characters that didn’t overblot themselves. Hidden character arcs and development is another commonly used writing tip that adds the necessary layers that makes a story interesting.

   There will be certain characters that will very obviously be different when interacting with themselves and others, but the truth behind that is that depending on how complicated a characters personality is makes the development necessarily more or less obvious in order to incite the proper emotions within the reader.

Happy/Sad ending:

   Speaking of emotions, it is going to be a coin toss about how the ending affects the readers. Since the company we are dealing with is Disney it is entirely possible that everything ends on an almost eerily happy note. However, based on the plot and how popular story lines originated in Japan usually end, it is equally likely that there will be some sort of loss, betrayal, plot twist, etc. that will leave the reader with a few negative emotions as well.

   If this is the case then it will likely involve a character or goal present from the prologue. Crowley, Grim, and the Aduece duo are likely subjects of this negative event. A situational disaster could also turn things. The MC has been trying to get home from the beginning of the story so a plot twist along the lines of MC’s death, the way home is made clear and then some how it is permanently inaccessible, none of the story was real from the start, are all ways that TWST could end using the MC themselves as the negative event.

   It is nearly impossible to predict exactly what the ending will be, but it is likely that what we think is going to happen is the exact opposite of what will happen. 

   What we can predict is that all of the questions based on events (overblots, mickey, grim, etc.) will be answered in some way with an explanation that connects all of the events together.

Sequel???:

   Whether or not a sequel is made depends entirely on the conclusion that we receive. Since most storylines have an ending planned before they even start writing, it is unlikely that the producers will change too much about it. If it was originally planned to simply end then it’s likely that the last chapter will be the end of TWST. 

   However, due to the popularity of TWST and how open ended some of the side character arcs will likely be left. It can be assumed that TWST will likely continue to produce content, even if it isn’t direct story stuff. Side stories about characters during the school year and after the end of TWST are not entirely out of the question. More events set in the timeline where MC is at TWST is also highly probable. 

   If an english version is made, these probabilities rise considerably. Not only rerun events, but new ones will be essential to the popularity of the game when(if) it is released in other languages.

Anime:

   Another question that has been brought up frequently is whether or not TWST will be made into an anime. I would say that it isn’t impossible. The fact that TWST isn’t an otome game and that there aren’t different routes available based on the players choices makes it very easy to be turned into a different form of media. Depending on how popular it gets will also affect this. 

   Disney certainly has the money to fund the producers enough to create an anime. So financially it isn’t a problem. The only thing that would stand in the way would be demand. TWST is already hugely popular in Japan. To the point where cafe’s themed after it are being created. This popularity brings in a lot of money and possibility for TWST. If americans and others bring TWST’s popularity up this way as well then it will be extremely likely that the creators take advantage of this possibility and expand TWST’s media.

   Another reason that Disney might push for the producers to create more is that they are currently struggling with new content. Disney’s most recent productions and a large quantity of their future productions are and have been set as remakes and sequels. It is fairly obvious that they have been at a block for a while now considering the lack of new content being put out.

   TWST is still fairly new and can be exploited because of that. The fact that it is catered towards teens and older makes it even more likely since stories that people won’t grow out of tend to stay popular much longer than productions with simpler plot lines directed at children.

In conclusion:

   All of the above is purely theoretical and based off of educated guesses from me with all of my background knowledge. The fact is that where TWST goes is entirely left up to how it does when the official plot line ends. 

   What I can say is that we shouldn’t expect any sort of sequel or anime or further for a while. If any of these things do happen it will likely take place after an english version is released if one is released at all. 

   TWST is an incredible game with a perfectly capturing plot line and realistic and interesting characters. The amount of potential that it contains is far more than some other games of this type that I have seen. We can’t say for sure what it will become but I know personally that I expect the ending to be just as satisfying as the rest of the story. 

(I’m not sure if this is the answer you wanted but this is just my personal view. I hope anyone that reads this is happy with the information and theories that I have provided!)

[thecreedsgambit]

Sam Dalton, CEO

author's note: i’m not entirely sure what it is that draws me to sam, but i actually enjoy the nanny affair. despite my uppity claims that i would turn my nose up at the plot (which i, in fact, do) and that i would deny choices the satisfaction of spending endless amounts of diamonds on smutty, indecent scenes with a completely fictional man (which i, in fact, do not do), i cannot ignore my attraction toward sam dalton. it has little to do with his personality and intent. quite frankly, i blame it on the soundtrack. there’s a particular track that’s smooth - almost sexily playful - like a steamy but timid caress that throws a casual smirk at potential and possibility. i’ve grown fond of it, and, of course, it’s the very track that plays when sam freshly enters any scene. so, yes, i completely blame the soundtrack. it’s possible i’ve somehow drawn a loose connection between it and sam. whatever it is, i will continue to read tna and roll my eyes at choices seemingly unobstructed ability to rope me into whatever they present me with (much like sam dalton, i suppose).

"for you, i'll risk it all." - unknown

00. At a Glance.

affiliate: the nanny affair

pairing: m!sam x reader

word count: 1972 (fairly short, i know. but this was poking my imagination after today's chapter. i couldn't deny myself the freedom of writing it down.)

summary: you and sam continue to make eye contact during the regatta, despite your pr plan to lie low and ‘meet-cute,’ if that’s what an outsider might refer to it as.

You had long since forgotten the races. In fact, your eyes weren’t trained on the glistening yachts before you. Instead, your gaze latched onto the picturesque waterfront. The sun’s rays bore into the blue depths beyond where you sat, casting a faint reflection that rippled with every rise and fall of the tide. Slowly, methodically, as if your eyes might blink shut at any moment, you let your gaze lazily trace the waves as they lapped against the dock and collapsed against one another, like a playful fight between two warring siblings.

As if on cue, Mason and Mickey billowed past you with a giggling Jovi in their wake. Jordan scrambled after them, sending you an apologetic smile over his shoulder, before calling - rather, begging - for them to slow down. A short chuckle escaped your lips as you returned your sights to the race before you. Your head tilted, just slightly, as the sun cradled your cheek and warmed your skin with the softest touch.

It was nice. A brief moment to rest from the pressure to look and be impressive. For once, being impressed made a rush of tension leave your already heavy shoulders. The majestic waters and stunning views were enough to draw awe and calm the seemingly desperate need to feel warranted and respected.

Your dignity, poise, and grace sloped, only slightly, as you let your shoulders drop and your hands take refuge on your wrist as you fiddled with one of your bracelets.

For just a moment, you were you. And that was enough.

“No, please. Go on, Will.” Marisol’s voice nearly wrenched you from your stupor. You straightened and resumed your position as a subtle reflection of your new peers you’d almost forgotten sat on your right. Marisol gave you an amused smirk, as if hinting for you to join her harmless teasing. “Perhaps your ramblings about the history of yachting might help me place a few bets.”

Marisol took a small sip of her wine, hiding a whimsical smile behind the tip of her glass. Will only huffed and reluctantly turned his attention back to the race. You bit your lip in an attempt to conceal the grin threatening to lace your earnest expression. You feigned a swat on Marisol’s arm before speaking.

“Oh, Will. Marisol’s only joking. I would love to hear the rest.”

With a quick turn back toward the table, Will grinned triumphantly, clearly elated. “I knew it. At least someone appreciates my genius.”

“I’m sure,” Marisol mumbled, taking another quick sip of her drink to avoid bursting into a fit of laughter.

You dared to throw a sly smirk in her direction before giving in and facing Will directly. He’d already dove into several backstories regarding yachting, each going unfinished as he hurried into the next with enough excitement for the three of you combined. A genuine smile graced your lips as you, momentarily, reveled in his enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, much like your attention on the race, your attentiveness was short-lived. As was your politeness.

For a moment, your gaze slipped once more toward the luminescent waters. You had every intention of returning to the conversation at hand and concentrating on whatever quips Marisol was currently, and once again, uttering toward Will, but your eyes regarded the crowd, instead. Briefly, ever so quickly, you made eye contact with him - with Sam.

He had long since fixed his own sights on you. Normally, your heart would flutter and your stomach would lurch at the slightest glance. Reflexively, you’d wander toward him like a moth drawn to a fiery flame, waiting to be engulfed by his very presence. Even under these circumstances, you wanted to. You wanted to make your way toward him and let your fingers get lost in his hair; public images be damned.

But everything you worked toward thus far hung over your head and your shoulders - a load almost too burdensome to carry.

Your eyes widened with alarm, quickly flitting toward Will and Marisol. Not here.

Sam stood in a semicircle with three other men, who seemed to be lost in a conversation Sam took no interest in. His arms rested at his sides, and his fingers swirled a small glass of whiskey, as he continued his ruthless - almost challenging - stare. It didn’t take long for your demeanor to falter and a restless smile dared to break your masked facade. You tried desperately not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, so you looked away, forcing yourself to come to terms with the ever-enchanting thrills of yacht history.

Except that topic was long gone, and Marisol was waving her hand at a dismayed Will. “You say that every year. Placing a higher bet on Estate Sail hardly makes things any more interesting.”

“What would you propose, then?”

You couldn’t help but to lose focus almost as quickly as you'd gained it; your entire form now rigid under Sam’s steely gaze. Sparing a quick glance in his direction, you noticed he’d done little to disguise his observation of you. Slowly, painfully so, he brought his whiskey glass to his lips and took a slow drink. His eyes never once left yours.

It was intoxicating. Entirely too heavy. Your chest nearly felt hollow as your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach and heat rushed to your cheeks.

Your own stare fell to his chest, sweeping over his broad frame as you consumed every aspect of his person. The purple button-down he wore was quickly becoming your favorite as your eyes traced his taunt muscles under the fabric. His exposed chest seemed to catch the sprawling daylight as the sun chased his neckline and washed over his tan skin with every regard to the glow of his complexion.

Daringly, your eyes fell lower until you cautiously eyed his brown belt. You wondered just how quickly your fingers could trail over each and every loop and how any such movement might elicit a delicious sound from Sam’s lips. You even ventured to imagine one of his hands working the belt off in one, swift motion -

Your eyes snapped back to his. He arched one eyebrow, subtly, as a knowing smirk crossed his seemingly neutral expression. You wavered, feeling absolutely powerless under his scrutiny. Biting your lip, you pointedly angled away from him and desperately made every attempt to heed Will’s words.

Oh just how timely that was.

“I don’t know about that. I’m sure Steffi will take an interest eventually. What about you, (y/n)?” Will’s easy smile made you relax despite how quickly your startled heart raced. You struggled to remember the last thing you heard as Will shrugged. “I know I can be a bit long-winded, but I hope you’re enjoying the races.”

“Yes, you fit right in with us now.” Marisol gave you a genuine smile of her own. “Despite what some people may think, aren’t you glad you decided to join us today?”

You maintained a steady smile as you pushed pesky thoughts of Lana out of your head. “I am. Where else will I hear the harrowing history of yachting or place a wager on anything other than Estate Sail?”

“Hey,” Will warned good-naturedly, laughing despite himself.

Marisol noticed Jovi running after a makeshift sail the twins had tied to a string and shook her head with a warm smile. She and Will turned back to discussing their children and Sterling Academy as you chanced another glimpse of the crowd. Sam still stood firmly in his spot. The men surrounding him were pointing at the yachts in the distance and making idle conversation as Sam’s attention remained on you and only you.

He offered his counterparts around him a brief nod and a clink of his glass, but it was passive. Half-hearted. His eyes bore into you with enough passion to ignite the already kindling fire within your being. You were desperate. Completely at his mercy.

And utterly annoyed by how quickly you’d succumbed to his will. You wanted to prove your ability to do the same - toying with the inevitable long enough to make him flush with desire and writhe under all that you could offer.

You could do it from here; same as him.

Suddenly, shamelessly, your previously obstructed air bent to your change in attitude as you shifted to address his gaze. You arched an eyebrow as you matched his seemingly indifferent composure. You could tell he found your sudden roused behavior amusing, but his jaw quickly feathered as your eyes now held a challenge of your own: Two can play at this game, and I usually win.

Your sudden burst in confidence swelled your chest with enough boldness to dart out your tongue, wetting your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth.

Some part of you wanted to make the conscious effort to tune into Will and Marisol’s conversation, but their distant chattering proved what you already knew. They weren’t paying either of you any attention.

Sam’s stare grew more intense; his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he watched your every move. With a coy smirk, you moved to pick up your wine glass at a leisurely pace that you were sure would seem like a lifetime to him. Even as the tip of the glass connected with your lips, you were sure to exaggerate every motion. One quick sip left a few drops of wine chasing the curve of your mouth. Using your finger, you wiped away the remnants and brought them to your lips. Your tongue flicked against your fingertip, closing your lips around it entirely, lapping up what was left of the wine.

All the while maintaining eye contact.

Finally, with a barely concealed chuckle, Sam dropped his gaze and shook his head. Every rapid rise of his chest and tense of his shoulders proved he was thoroughly distracted. Satisfied, you turned back to Will and Marisol. Both were watching the next race with an almost unexpected eagerness.

“I told you Estate Sail would win again,” Will stated happily.

Marisol only smiled. “The race isn’t over yet.”

Feeling superior still, you wanted nothing more than to continue your game with Sam, but, when you glanced back at his previous spot, he was nowhere to be seen. You couldn’t help but to frown until Will’s eyes caught on someone behind you and called out:

“Ah, Sam. Care to join us?”

“Actually, yes.” You tried to quiet your usual disposition, avoiding any instinct to turn and gratefully accept his presence with unadulterated mirth. It wasn’t a hard thing to do. In fact, you had to shake yourself from your frozen, shocked posture long enough to glance over your shoulder. Sam stood close enough behind your seat that you could nearly feel the heat emanating from his being, rivaling even the sun’s warmth. “Do you mind -?”

You shook your head, not fully trusting your own voice but not fully committed to throwing away the careful and meticulous planning for your public appearance together either. You waved, feigning carelessness, toward the empty seat across from you. “No, not at all.”

Before he sat, Sam made it a point to glance at Marisol and Will before settling on you. “Does anyone need a refill on drinks? Perhaps another round before the next race?”

The two of you shared a soft, lingering look - one filled with knowing desire and bridled actions. You weren’t sure how you were able to retrain your urge to surge forward and grab him by his shirt collar or loop your fingers through his belt loop, or, even, how you had the strength to manage the rest of the Regatta with a practiced smile. But, then, a minute smile spread across Sam’s features.

Another coy smirk traced your lips as you shook your head. “I’m fine, thank you. Everything I need is right here.”

[chemist-ana]

Chapter 9. The Ride Along— Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Robin

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N This is a brand new series that I was inspired to write. I am going to go chapter by chapter in Sam Daltons POV. This story is completely inspired by Choices The Nanny Affair. I have used most of the dialogue from the actual story, anything written in BOLD was taken directly from the book and therefore is not my writing- credit to our good friends over at Pixelberry! All characters are credit to Pixelberry except for my OCs

Summary: When an office tour of Dalton Enterprises takes a turn, who will be left picking up the pieces?

Word Count: 5800

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I hear the elevator ding and glance at my watch, 6:15… who is here this early?

“Oh good, you are awake.” Sofia strolls into the penthouse, setting her bag on the bar and resting her hands on her lips. “We need to talk.” Oh great…

I fold the newspaper and set it down on the counter, bringing my coffee to my lips and taking a small sip before focusing my eyes on her. I wait for her to start… its too early for me to play these games.

“That little stunt that Ana pulled last night was completely unacceptable.” She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “I can’t have someone under our employment treating my family like that.”

I bite my tongue with a sigh… first of all, she is under my employment… not ‘ours’.

“Sofia… the boys love her… I really don’t want to do this to them.” I choose my words carefully as to not give away my true feelings… I have never lied so much in my life…

“Sam, it was embarrassing and out of line.” Red color rises up her neck as the volume of her voice rises.

“Come on, Sofia. Don’t you think you’re being a little irrational here?” I plead.

“She completely humiliated my father in front of everyone! Some of the club staff heard her.” She takes a step toward me, lifting and pointing one long manicured finger at my chest.

“She was defending you.” Now I am starting to get annoyed, this really isn’t up to you Sofia.

“I don’t care. There’s a way to handle that sort of situation and that wasn’t it. I want her fired immediately.”

“Look, I will take care of it, but there is absolutely no way I am letting her go. That is not even up for discussion, and it ultimately is not up to you.” I turn from her and pick up my coffee, effectively ending the conversation. I hear her scoff as the sound of her heels echo through the penthouse.

I run my hands down my face with a sigh… fuck.

***

My feet pound against the pavement as the sun starts to rise over the New York skyline. Maybe today would be a good day to bring Ana into the lab… I shake my head at the thought… she has been avoiding you…

I stop to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees before looking up at the bluing sky.

I know she has to have aspirations outside of being a nanny… like being your wife? My eyes widen… what the fuck, where did that come from? I pinch the bridge of my nose before taking the final sprint to the penthouse… Duty and responsibility…

***

I lean against the kitchen counter, bringing my coffee to my lips. She has to come in here eventually… I hear the light tapping of feet and she quietly rounds the corner into the kitchen, her eyes widening when our eyes meet.

“Sam! I didn’t expect you to be up so early.” Her emerald eyes quickly drop to the floor.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. You can be a difficult woman to find, when you want to be.”

“I know what you’re going to say, but you’re wrong.” Her eyes rise to meet mine and she pushes her shoulders back with confidence.

“I am?” Where did that come from?

“Maybe I embarrassed Paolo. Maybe I spoke out of turn. But I was also honest and right.” Her eyes narrow as her pink lips turn down in a frown. “Aren’t those the values you want me to teach Mason and Mickey?”

“I’m not going to fire you, Ana.” I breathe a sigh of relief before reaching out and lightly touching her arm.

“But Sofia-“ Her mouth opens with surprise.

“Sofia doesn’t get a say in this.” My tone comes out more angry than I intended. “Yes, she was upset about what happened at the club, but I wouldn’t fire someone just to soothe her ego. Especially when everything you said to Paolo was spot on.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not gonna stop speaking my mind.” I see determination in her eyes and it sends a wave of desire through me.

“I wouldn’t want you to. Besides, if I fired everyone who voiced their opinion, I’d be an army of one. The world needs more thinkers like you.” My gaze lingers on her lips as she shines from my praise. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about this morning… your future. I thought maybe you could come to the office with me today. Carter can watch the boys, and I know you have ambitions outside of being a nanny. This is your chance to see a Fortune 500 company up-close and personal.”

“Dalton Enterprises is a little out of my league, don’t you think?” She turns to get a cup of coffee, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Nonsense, I’ve seen your credentials. I almost handed your resume over to HR instead of hiring you personally.” Don’t sell yourself short Ana, you are as brilliant as you are beautiful.

“Really? I would’ve loved working under you… it any position.” Her eyes darken, making my cock twitch, as I imagine her bent over my desk.

“I don’t doubt it. You’re very… capable.” I turn towards the counter to hide my growing desire… calm down Dalton.

“Thank you, Sam. Or should I call you ‘Mr. Dalton’ again today?” Her pink lips turning up in a smile.

“‘Sam’ is fine. Now, do you wanna tell the boys, or should I?” Her eyes light up as she turns on her heel.

“I’ll tell them.”

***

The car ride to work is quiet and riddled with sexual tension as the memories of the last time we were alone together in the back seat come flooding back. I steal a glance at Ana, who has her thighs clenched shut and a blush creeping across her cheeks. She is remembering it too.

When Carter rolls to a stop and opens the door, I have managed to successfully control the fire building in my chest. Ana and I walk into Dalton Enterprises confidently, side by side. This just feels so natural…

“Good morning, Mr. Dalton. I made a submission to the patent folder whenever you have a moment to review.” Grant walks up to me, effectively ending my day dream.

“Excellent. Grant, have you met Ana Schyuler?” I step to the side, gesturing to Ana.

“Haven’t had the pleasure. Are you new here?”

“Oh no, I-“ Her eyes widen.

“Maybe someday, if we’re lucky. She just got her masters in chemistry, and shows a lot of promise.” I glance down at her and I see her flash me a grateful smile.

“Mr. Dalton, call for you on line one.” Stacy, my assistant, has appeared at my side.

“Be right there.” I look back at Ana with a nod.

***

When I go to rejoin Ana, I watch her face as she talks to Grant. Her features are alight as she clearly talks about something she is passionate about. God she is so beautiful…

“Spoken like a future boss.” I hear Grant say as I walk up.

“Should I be worried about my job?” I ask as Ana’s radiant smile is turned towards me.

“No, I’d keep you around to smooth the transition of power.” She says with humor.

Grant leaves to join a meeting and I fight the urge to place my hand on Ana’s lower back as I guide her to my private elevator. I step in after her, the smell of jasmine filling my senses as her eyes flick to mine. My mind races with the possibilities of being alone with her in this elevator, and right as the doors are about to close, a hand slips in to stop them.

“Sam, we need you. There’s a problem with the office in Milan.” Robin’s face is etched with concern as his eyes meet mine. I watch his concern turn to pleasure as his eyes settle on Ana. “Hey, Ana. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Hey, Robin. What’d you do now?” I stifle my laugh with Ana’s choice of words.

“I never said it was my fault.” His eyes scan her body as his tone drops.

“Strategic guess.” Her eyes are fixed on him.

I narrow my eyes at Robin who is too infatuated with Ana to notice.

“Damn, Ana, I don’t want to just abandon you here, but these meetings can go on and on…”

“I can take her off your hands and skip the meeting altogether. It’ll be lunch before you’re done anyway…” Robin’s eyes still haven’t left Ana’s body.

“I like that idea even less.” My voice gruff as I try to grab his attention.

“Can I sit in? That’s why you brought me today, right? To see you in action?” Her eyes widen as she looks up at me.

“That’s true. Alright, follow me.” The doors to the elevator open and she follows me out. We walk into the conference room, and I watch as Ana takes a seat at the table. Her eyes flick to mine and I give her a smile, that’s my girl. Robin pulls up Luca from the Milan office whose face is dropped in worry.

“Signor Dalton, c’e un grosso problema qui.”

“In inglese, per favore, Luca. Non tutti qui parlano italiano.” I respond back to him, wishing to continue this conversation in English.

“We’ve had a security breach. Several files were lifted onto a jump drive. We think it was a former employee. The suspect was last seen in Lab C.” His words make my temper rise and I quickly forget about the other people in the room as the rest of the board members begin to murmur around me.

“Our customer DNA profiles are in that database. If the data get’s out, it’ll be the most catastrophic violation of privacy in our lifetime.” My hands turn into fists at my side.

“Our stock is going to plummet.” Luca’s voice rings out over the speaker.

“Our stock? What about the millions of customers who trusted us?” Our fucking stock is the last thing on my mind you imbecile. I close my eyes and are a deep breath as I try to collect my thoughts. “Luca, how did a former employee even have access to those files?” I narrow my eyes at him and he seems to falter at my question.

“That was my fault, Mr. Dalton. I lost my temper and gave him immediate notice instead of following our usual protocol. I’m sorry-“

I put my hand up, and he stops his useless apology. “Seal off the complex and tell security to do a thorough search, building by building. Then, alert the police. Call me as soon as it’s done. Your job is on the line here, Luca.” I reach over and end the call before he can say anything else.

“Fiona, follow up with the Milan office in an hour. David, I’m going to need projections on the impact of the breach.”

“You’ve got it, boss.” Fiona pulls out her phone ad furiously starts typing. I turn my attention to Robin.

“Robin, write up a press release. You’ve always been good at getting people who should be mad at you to calm down.”

“It is one of my many talents.” He sits back in his chair with a cocky smile.

I can feel Ana’s gaze on me, but before I have a chance to settle my attention on her, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

“It’s my father. I have to take this.” I reach into my pocket and step out of the conference room making my way to my office.

“Can you get Ana and have her meet me in my office, please.” Stacy gives me a nod before I step into my office and bring my phone to my ear.

“Hey Dad.”

“What the hell is going on in Milan, Sam?”

“We had a security breach. Luca didn’t follow protocol and now we have someone loose in the complex with our customers data.” I hear my dad take a sharp intake of breath.

“Do you know who this person is?” He asks, and I can hear the anger in his tone.

“I have Fiona following up shortly. Luca is trying to clean up his mess now.”

I hear a knock on the door and the vision of Ana is standing there, all long legs and olive skin. I wave her in, my body responding to her presence like a breath of fresh air.

“I’ll update you again when there is an update, Dad… You know everything I do, promise.”

“Sam, I expect a lot more than that. Luca needs to be held accountable for his actions…”

My dad continues to drone on as I look at Ana and roll my eyes. I watch her gaze grow heated as her eyes travel up my body, lingering in all the right places, until finally her eyes rise to mine. Her gaze doesn’t break when she realizes I caught her staring, her emerald eyes dark with desire, and the fantasies of what I want to do to her in this office come rushing back.

“…Dad, I’ll call you back.” I hang up the phone before he has a chance to object. I might regret that later…

“Sorry about all the excitement. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I invited you to the office.”

“No need to apologize. Besides, it’s been kind of… thrilling to see you in action.” She clenches her thighs shut. “I like the way you take charge.”

Fuck…

“Good to know…” Is all I can think of to say in that moment. Try to keep it professional… “It seems you’re quite the hit around the office already.”

“I am?”

“Everyone is so curious about you… I blame Grant.” I also blame how damn beautiful you are. “Well, that and the fact I’ve been so busy, I haven’t been able to give you a proper tour. But I booked the labs for this afternoon to make sure we have them mall to ourselves.”

“Really? That’s amazing! Thank you.” Her eyes light up, god you are so beautiful when you are happy.

“You’re very welcome. Although…” My voice trails off. How do I word this….?

“What?” She asks casually leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.

“I’m an impatient man, Ana. I’m not sure I can wait that long to get you alone…” My eyes trail over her bare legs as I imagine them spread open before me.

“What did you have in mind?” She notices my heated gaze.

“We could have lunch together, away from the prying eyes of my employees. Honestly, after the morning I’ve had, I could really use the break from the office. What do you say?”

“Let’s go.” She stands up confidently and moves towards the door.

“Great. Let me send a quick text and we can head up there.”

***

Soon, Ana and I are walking side by side along the High Line, I have a picnic basket in my hand. I find a quiet bench and sit down. I watch her fold her body next to me, the electricity that arcs between us, making me feel alive. She grabs the picnic basket and begins ruffling through it, the corner of her lips turning up in a small smile before she looks over at me.

“Are you telling me that they managed to whip all of this up after a quick text? There must be enough food for twenty people in here!” She holds up a whole range of appetizers.

“I admit, I was hoping you would take me up on my offer, so I planned ahead a little bit… But really, all the chef did was pack what they were serving in the cafeteria into a basket instead of onto a tray to send up to my office.” I shrug my shoulders.

“You have this kind of food everyday?” She looks down at the content of the basket.

“One of the perks of the job.” And the perks of being the boss.

“Mmmm, my compliments to the chef.” She says after taking a bite, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.

“So, first impressions. What do you think of Dalton Enterprises?” I pop an olive in my mouth and watch her carefully.

“Seems like a great place to work, especially if you get to eat like this all the time. Everyone’s so friendly and excited about their jobs here. I could see myself working here in the future… assuming things aren’t too complicated between us.” Her eyes grow distant as she shifts her attention to the people walking by.

My mood immediately turns serious as I reach over and place my hand on top of hers.

“I think you’d be a great fit. And the last thing I want to be is a ‘complication’ for your career. Regardless of what happens between us.”

“I know you’re not the kind of man to hold that sort of thing against me… but still, it’s nice to hear you say it.” Her emerald eyes swing to mine as she gives me a small smile.

I turn my attention to the view, enjoying this rare moment of peace between the two of us. I think back on the meeting with Luca and wince as I realize she saw that side of me.

“I hope it didn’t bother you too much to see me get tense in the Milan meeting.”

“Not at all. This company is your baby, and sometimes that requires tough love.” She pauses, and takes a sharp intake of breath, her face turning to resolve. “In fact, it made me want you to discipline me someday.”

My gaze cuts back to hers, did she really just say that? God, I want to bend you over and spank you right now for saying that to me out here…

“Ana… you can’t just say that to me. Not when we’re in public. Not when I can’t do exactly what we both want, right here, right now.”

“I’m not stopping you.” She leans towards me, her eyes flashing.

“No, but the threat of a public indecency charge is.” I smile at her challenge.

“Wheres the fun in that? Maybe I should break a few rules until you tie me up and teach me a lesson.” She gives me a knowing smile and I picture her round ass bare and pink before me, begging for more.

“I have thought about creative ways to punish you…” I admit, my voice husky.

“Like what?” She whispers.

“Drive you to the edge and not let you fall over. Even when you’re begging for it.” I lower my voice as my body leans towards hers.

Her eyes darken as she moans my name, a blush creeping across her neck and up her cheeks as I watch her body shudder.

A dog barks in the distance, bringing me out of my fantasy, I sit up and clear my throat.

“Dessert?” I ask her, swallowing down my desire.

“Dessert? Yeah, sure.” She blushes again.

I grab a strawberry, dipping it into the soft chocolate and offering it to her. She looks between he strawberry and my face before taking it carefully from my fingers. I watch as she traces the curve of her lower lip tantalizingly slow, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue darts out and licks the chocolate away. I shift to try and hide the growing hardness in my pants.

“Mmmm, that’s so tasty.” She moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Sam, I need more…”

“Ana…” Fucking hell woman.

I watch her grab a strawberry and dip it into the chocolate, bringing it up to her lips and sucking lightly on the tip. A wave of desire makes my cock twitch as I imagine her lips wrapped around me.

“Are you trying to kill me? Because its working…”

“I can see that.” She gives me a sly smile, her eyes drifting down to the obviously bulge in my pants.

I swallow, trying to regain control as my mind wanders to the fucked up situation we are in, and the reality hits me hard.

“Ana… I’m sorry you’re caught in the middle of all this.”

“All what?” She asks, her face passive.

“My life. My engagement. My… desire. It’s not fair for me to put you through this… not when I can’t give you everything you deserve.” I reach out and gently place my hand on her cheek, running my thumb across her full, pink bottom lip. “But I can’t seem to stay away.” Because I don’t want to stay away.

“What if you are what I deserve?” She asks me, her eyes searching mine.

I can’t help but feel like you deserve so much better than me… I watch her lean her body closer to mine, I can tell she wants me to kiss her…

“You have no idea how much I wish I’d met you first.” I whisper as I look between her emerald eyes which are fixed on mine. My thumb caresses her soft olive skin.

“Sam, it doesn’t matter. We’ll figure it out. I’m not going anywhere. Not after finding you.” Her words strike me hard as I realize what she is saying.

“Really? You’ll wait?”

She slowly nods her head and leans into my palm.

“Forever and ever… although I’d really rather we work something out sooner than that.”

God, she is giving me way more than I deserve… you stupid ass hole, what are you doing?

“Me too.” I say with a smile. “I will find us a clean way out of this mess. I promise.” I don’t even know if that is a promise I can keep, but I am going to try my fucking hardest. “For now, though, let’s just enjoy each other’s company? For one childfree day?”

“Deal.”

I drop my hand from her cheek as we continue to enjoy each others company, the lunch hour passing way too quickly.

***

After lunch I lead Ana to my favorite part of Dalton Enterprises: the labs. I feel like a teenager as we descend down the elevator and through the key card locked doors. I ensured Stacy understood that we were not to be interrupted, and ignored the weird expression that crossed her features at my request.

I swipe my keycard in front of the final door, pushing the door open to the robotics lab. I take a deep breath and breathe in the smell of metal and feel the charge of electricity in the air.

“This is where the magic happens. The prototypes, the formulas, the fistfights over whose name goes first on the patent…” I turn my attention to Ana. Her eyes have widened as she looks around in awe.

“I can picture it now.”

“This is my favorite part of our new line. Granted, it’s got some kinks to work out.” I lead her to a table with our latest project, slipping the gloves onto my hands which make the tiny robotic arms on the table match my every movement.

“Whoa. I can’t decide if you’re a mad scientist… or if the tiny robot is too cute for words.” She says with amazement.

“Are those the only options?” I give her a wry smile.

“Cute or crazy? More often than you’d think.” Her gaze lingers for a moment before she turns her attention back to the miniature robot.

“I’ve never seen you so passionate.” Her voice comes out low and my eyes snap to hers.

“Oh, I’m not sure about that. You’ve seen me plenty passionate.”

“I meant about your job.” She rolls her eyes with a grin, and a blush spreads across her cheeks.

“I do love a good experiment. And as messy as it can be, I’m glad that’s a trait I passed down to the boys.” I stifle a laugh.

“So, if you’re in one for a promotion to CEO… will you have to leave all this? The lab?” Her eyes scan the lab and my stomach sinks.

I look down at my hands, slowly peeling the gloves off.

“Unfortunately, yes… I’m not looking forward to that part, but I’ve been waiting to lead Dalton Enterprises for a long time. It’s my namesake. Even if it’s not easy to let go of what I love… sometimes you have to.” The double meaning in my words is not lost on me… but I hope she doesn’t notice.

I watch as Ana leans back on the counter and watches me carefully. The words duty and responsibility ring in my ears like a broken vinyl, the ache in my chest growing as I scan the curves of her body.

“Why is your dad hanging on to the title of CEO, anyway? He’s not even here today.”

“He’s easing his way into retirement, but it’s hard for him to let go… especially given my so-called ‘wild youth’ before the boys. And then as a widower, I think he saw me as a liability. Too fragile. Adrift.” My mind sinks back into the memories of the countless arguments my father and I have been in. “It’s taken so long to finally earn his trust, prove to him that I’m a reliable man.” Which is why you need to control yourself…

I watch Ana reach out to console me, but I hand her the gloves first. Duty and responsibility… self-control… you have worked so hard to get where you are… don’t fuck it all up now.

“Anyway, why don’t you try it now?” I give her a small smile and I watch her lips turn down in disappointment which she quickly masks as she pulls the gloves onto her slender hands. She makes slight movements with her hands, which the robots effectively match.

“Okay, this is really cool.” Her eyes dance with excitement as she blows me a kiss. You are making this really difficult… but the light in her eyes is contagious. You are so radiant when you are happy…

“Clever.” My eyes meet hers with a smile before the moment is broken by the sound of the robot flipping over onto the table.

“Crap! Did I break it?” Her eyes widen slightly in alarm.

“We built it to be more resilient than that. Here, try it like this. You have to go slowly. Gently.” I position myself behind her, and the smell of Ana, jasmine and sunshine, suddenly fills my senses and clouds my judgement. I run my hands down her slender arms, hearing her breath hitch at the heat and contact. My hands come to rest on top of hers and her body involuntarily leans back into mine. “Go too fast, and the whole system shorts out.” I whisper, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

She turns slowly in my arms, and I am acutely aware of how close we are, our breathes mixing in the silent, still air. My eyes scan the delicate features of her face, ending at the curves of her plump, pink lips. A forbidden place that draws me in like a moth to the flame. I am going to hell…

“Sam…” her lips open and she whispers a desperate plea. She leans toward me until our lips are only centimeters apart. My head starts to swim in the intoxicating smell of her, remembering the sweet taste of her lips, and the delicious blush that covers her body when we touch.

“What if someone walks in?” Her emerald eyes flick between my eyes and my lips.

“No one’s going to. I booked the lab for us. No one will dare interrupt.” My voice is husky as it betrays my desire. My self control is teetering on the brink. I see the moment that her resolve finally crumbles and in that moment I reach up and cup her cheek, as our lips meet in a desperate kiss.

“I tried so hard to hold back… but it feels so good to let go.” She leans back for a moment, her eyes scanning my face.

“I know exactly what you mean…” I pull her lips back to mine in a heated kiss that deepens as my self control effectively disappears. All I can think about is how sweet her lips taste, how intoxicating she smells, and how badly I want to feel every inch of her skin.

My fingertips graze down her curves, as she leans into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She closes her lips around my tongue and sucks hard, sending a shooting wave down to my cock as I groan into her mouth. I feel her lips turn up in a smile and I moan her name.

“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” She pulls away, her lips red and swollen from our kisses and that blush covering her cheeks.

“God, yes…” I admit as I run my hands down the curves of her body, unbuttoning her silk blouse and pushing it off of her shoulders exposing her perfectly round breasts in her lace bra. My fingertips graze her newly exposed skin as I push her skirt down to the floor and I take a moment to appreciate her figure. God… you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen… “I think about this, about you, all day, every day.”

I put my arms on her lower back, pulling her body to mine as my lips leave a trail of kisses down her neck, then her shoulder, tasting her skin and listening to the soft moans that leave her beautiful lips, have me blind with my desire. She moans my name and the sound of my name off of her lips is almost enough to unman me.

She pushes my jacket off of my shoulders and I watch her shaking fingers quickly unbutton my shirt, pushing it from my shoulders and exposing my chest. She tries to reach out, but I grab her body and bring her breast to my mouth. I suck on her nipple through the lace and I feel her coming apart in my arms.

“I could kiss you forever, Ana.” Because you taste so damn sweet. I drag my teeth across her breast and she gasps as her body responds so perfectly to mine.

“I’m tired of just kissing.” She grinds her hips against my growing desire causing a moan to escape my lips.

“What’s gotten into you?” I look down at her and her eyes are dark and hooded.

“I liked seeing your sexy dominant side. You were so firm and strong and hard with that Luca guy, showing him exactly what kind of boss you are… it was hot” A smile plays on her lips as she continues to grind against me.

“Remind me to let you watch whenever I discipline someone at work.” A fire is raging inside of my body as the friction continues.

“I’d rather you just discipline me instead.” She moans before our lips meet again in a frenzied kiss.

My fingertips travel around her exposed skin before they dip inside of the cup of her bra.

“What’re you doing to me, Ana?” I whisper breathlessly against her lips.

“You’re the one who - oh!- makes me…” I don’t let her finish her thought as my fingers dip lower, feeling the pooling wetness between her thighs. I feel her body start to tremble.

“Sam, are you… sure?”

I pull back and look at her eyes which are wide as she pants. I grab her hand and place it over my racing heart.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.” In this moment I realize truer words have never been spoken. This woman has my heart, I don’t know how it happened… but in the few months that I have known her, she has completely consumed me. I realize in this moment that I have to do whatever I can to have a future with her. “Don’t you feel the same way?”

“I have never been more sure of anything too.” Her eyes search mine in her confession. “No matter the consequences. I’m all in.”

Her words send a fresh wave of desire through me as my eyes scan her every curve, memorizing every freckle on her olive skin.

“Tell me what you want, Ana. Whatever it is, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Sam, I want you on the table.” She grinds her hips against my desire again.

I lean back and give her a sly smile before she grabs my hand and pulls me to the other side of the lab. I watch her perfect peach of an ass walk away from me, her hips swaying from side to side.

“I always wanted to do this.” She says with a smile before she brushes all of the papers off of the table. She lifts her hips up and lays herself back as if in offering before me. I take a moment to marvel at her body, spread before me.

“Good thing none of that was important…” I smile.

“Would you care if it was?”

“With you spread out before me, moaning my name? Not even remotely.” My eyes travel down to her most intimate place as I spread her legs wide. I bring my lips to the inside of her knee, blazing a trail of hot, fiery, open-mouthed kisses up thigh. I bring my nose to the apex of her thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her desire. So fucking sweet. I am going to take my sweet time with this delicious pussy. I can feel the moisture as I run my tongue along the lace. Her hips writhing as she moans my name. God, its so fucking good.

I reach up slowly to hook a finger into her panties when the worst sound I could possibly hear in this moment rings through the lab. That fucking buzzer.

My eyes fly to hers as she lifts her head in alarm.

“What was that?”

“Someone just used their keycard to enter the hall.”

I stand up quickly, grabbing Ana’s hips and helping her off the table, before we hurry to the opposite end of the lab where our clothes lay strewn on the floor. We dress quickly, and just in time, before I hear a closer buzzer signal that whoever is coming down here is about to join us. I look over at Ana who is making still blushing and her lips are still read. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair.

Thats when Robin walks into the room and my anger flares.

“He should just be in here.” He is holding a phone to his ear.

“Robin! What a pleasant surprise!” Ana exclaims and I fight the urge to pinch my nose.

My eyes are fixed on Robin as he looks between the both of us and gives me a knowing look. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Sofia, Im gonna have to call you back.” He narrows his eyes at me before pulling the phone from his ear and hanging up the call.

This isn’t good.

***

A/N- There are a few choices in here I really struggled to make with my MC, I played it several ways and ended up with this, before Ana really knew what she was getting herself into. I had to rethink who she was at this point in her life with Sam, but please forgive me if you don’t like the choices that I/She made. Muah!

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Lucien’s Whimsical Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Disney Dates Collection: Gavin // Kiro // Victor

The date begins with MC in the office at around 9pm

She has been working tirelessly on a program for about half a month

She’s worried and stressed because she can’t think of something innovative for her program

 Lucien suddenly calls to ask if she’s still at work, and suggests that she sets her work aside and relax i.e. by going to the amusement park the next day

MC hesitates, but Lucien goes into science mode and tells her that her efficiency might actually decline if she keeps focusing on one single thing

MC caves in, and immediately feels happier <3

The next day, the weather looks fine and perfect

And then it suddenly starts POURING right when they are two streets away from the amusement park

Lucien covers her head with one hand, and pulls her hand with the other to find shelter from the rain

They end up outside a shop

Lucien: Come to think of it, our story seems to always be associated with rainy days. 

[Note: I did this translation while listening to a Chinese gameplay commentary, and the commentator said, “Your story is associated with rainbows, but you just can’t see them...” T^T] 

Lucien notices cute Disney character plushies in the window of the shop and smiles

Lucien: I think I can understand the meaning of this sudden rain. 

Lucien: Perhaps it was meant to sound a prelude so that would come here. 

Lucien: Since it’s still raining, why don’t we go in to take a look? 

A pair of Mickey and Minnie plushies catch MC’s attention, but she can’t reach it. Lucien tries to get them for her, but he keeps grabbing the wrong ones 👀

Because she's trapped in between the shelf and Lucien’s fine chest, she turns into a Gavin i.e. her ears start flushing

Lucien finally gets the correct set:

Lucien: This pair?

MC nods vigorously, and says they can get one each

While saying this, I reach out to take Minnie from Lucien’s hands. However, Lucien suddenly retracts both hands. 

MC: Eh? 

Lucien sways the Minnie in his left hand lightly, then smiles faintly as he reaches out his right hand, which is holding Mickey.

Lucien: If possible, I actually prefer to keep her. If MC wants to use these dolls to represent the both of us... I’m thinking this would be more meaningful, right?

 After hearing his words, I feel the temperature of my cheeks rising even further. I gently poke the doll in Lucien’s hand. 

MC: [blushing] ...put these back first!

Lucien: Hm? Why?

Lucien raises his eyebrows slightly, his smile gentle and calm. There’s a hint of mischievousness in his narrow eyes. 

MC: [blushing] There seems to be other styles over there. Let’s go and take a look!

With this, I turn around and run towards the other end of the plushie section. Behind me, I hear the sound of Lucien’s faint, low laughter. 

~

By the time MC leaves the shop, the rain has reduced to a drizzle. Soon after, Lucien walks out of the shop too.

I walk up to grab Lucien’s hand, and swing it twice. 

MC: Lucien, let’s go!

Lucien: Judging from your expression, you seem to be in a much better mood?

MC: It’s because even before I’ve done anything, the heavy rain has already run away!

Lucien: You’re not wrong. Even though we don’t have umbrellas, the rain has dissipated on its own. This is why even when you meet temporary difficulties, don’t blindly immerse yourself in the feeling of loss. Everything has a solution, am I wrong? 

MC agrees, and they finally head to the amusement park, which is still as crowded as ever despite the rain

Lucien suggests that they try something different today - instead of being participants, they become observers

Lucien: Sometimes, people’s emotions have an influencing effect, especially in this place. 

As they wander around aimlessly, MC feels delighted because she doesn’t have to consider what attraction to go for next, etc. 

The smiling faces of the visitors, the vibrant colours, the colourful balloons, the inter-dimensional cartoon celebrities... I can more clearly feel the charm of the amusement park. 

I also have his company at my side...

I turn my head, sneaking a peek at Lucien. Similar to what I was doing just now, he’s watching the visitors queuing up to take a picture with a cartoon celebrity.

As though noticing my line of sight, Lucien turns his head over, meeting my eyes directly.

Lucien: What’s wrong?

MC: Nothing!

I shake my head, but the corners of my lips curl up involuntarily. Suddenly, a colourful castle enters my vision. I point excitedly at the one which has a spire.

MC: Lucien, look at that castle! Isn’t it very pretty? Since young, I’ve always liked colourful castles with spires. I’ve even dreamt of them! 

MC: I once dreamt that little monsters took over a castle, and I turned into a little super warrior, bravely sending those monsters running! 

MC: The moment the monsters disappeared, there were colourful rivers of light outside the castle.

Lucien blinks slowly, then his eyes bend at a nice angle. 

Lucien: Sounds like it was a righteous yet intriguing dream. 

I purse my lips and smile, then look at my surroundings. 

MC: We seem to have walked around the entire park. Let’s go for the attractions!

Lucien: All right. I’ll have to trouble MC to be my guide. 

Immersed in the joyful atmosphere, I even forget the time. When I come back to my senses, I realise that the sky has started to darken, and the rain has long since stopped. 

MC: It’s already 6pm...

Lucien: After this, do you want to have something to eat and have a rest, or continue playing? 

MC: Let me think...

The lights in the park start flickering on one by one and MC decides to bring Lucien to the spinning teacup ride

MC asks if Lucien finds the light installations pretty

Lucien: When I’m with you, it seems I can always discover a different scenery. 

All of a sudden, there are dazzling lights in the sky. 

[Note: The original word used here is “流光”, which can mean (1) “rivers of light” (like an aurora...?), or (2) streamers (i.e. party confetti). I picked the “rivers of light” interpretation because it seems more appropriate. But I’m really not sure which one the writers are referring to so please don’t scold me if it turns out to be party confetti LOL]

MC: Too perfect... we were just talking about rivers of light just now, but I never thought that we’d see them. It’s so magical!

Lucien stands next to me. His expression is calm as he lifts his head to look at the lights. Then, he leans down slightly. 

He laughs lightly, and I feel his warm breath brush against my cheeks, as tender as a feather. 

Lucien: In the amusement park, nothing is impossible. That includes the whimsical lights in your dream. 

Hearing his words, I’m left stunned. In the next second, a thought flashes across my mind. 

MC: ...! Lucien, did you...?

With a sudden realisation, I look at him, my eyes filled with disbelief. Lucien doesn’t say anything. He just smiles faintly and straightens a finger to do a “shh” posture.

I was right! These lights were created by Lucien! 

-- in order to complete the whimsical dream I once had. 

Lucien rubs the top of my head, the corners of his lips turned upwards slightly, the colours in his eyes tender. 

Before he retracts his hand, I hurriedly hold onto it, and then entwine my fingers with his. 

MC: ...Lucien, thank you.

I originally planned to say even more, but my eyes are drawn to the couple in front of us. 

They are lifting a Mickey doll in their hands, happily taking a selfie with the almost vanishing lights as a keepsake. 

Thinking about how we ended up not buying the dolls from the shop just now, I suddenly feel slightly envious, and a little regretful towards my earlier decision. 

Lucien: What are you thinking about? 

MC: ...N-nothing much.

Following my line of sight, Lucien’s eyes sweep towards the couple in front of us, then holds my hand to walk forward. 

Lucien: Let’s go, it’s almost our turn.

They ride the spinning teacup

MC confesses how she feels:

MC: I regret not taking photos of those beautiful lights, and regret...

I bite my lip, letting out a light sigh. At this moment, a low laugh travels to my ears. Lucien turns his face over, drawing nearer to me. 

He pinches the tip of my nose gently. 

Lucien: Do you still feel regret now? 

MC: Eh? 

Before I can react, Lucien takes out a pair of dolls from behind his back. It was the pair we saw at the shop!

My eyes widen in surprise, and I have no idea what to say. 

Lucien: After you left the shop first in the afternoon, I bought them. 

Lucien: As for why they could appear here, it’s thanks to the enthusiastic helpers in the shop.

Lucien: As for your other regret... want to take a photo? 

Without waiting for me to react again, Lucien suddenly places the dolls into my arms and takes out his phone.

“Kacha” “Kacha”

Facing me, he takes several photos.

MC: ...eh, are you going to create more rivers of light? 

I take the phone from him in confusion. After swiping through the photos, I realise that the photos only feature me, looking silly while holding the plushies. 

MC: Why am I the only one in the photos... I even thought you’d capture the lights!

I purse my lips, pretending to be unhappy. Even so, the gradual heating up of my ears reveal my inner happiness. 

Lucien laughs and sits even closer to me, gently wrapping an arm around my shoulders. 

His body temperature seeps through his shirt, travelling from my arm to the depths of my heart.

I lift my head to look at Lucien. Neon lights flash across his face, casting a reflection in his eyes. 

In the midst of the mottled, changing lights, I can clearly see a tiny me. 

Lucien brushes my hair which has been messed up by the wind, then places a hand on my back, speaking in a low voice.

 Lucien: Only you. Only the time spent with you are worth treasuring forever. 

His warm breath lingers on the tip of my nose. He gazes at me tenderly. In that moment, my heartstrings are tugged, as though making contact with electricity.

The surrounding scenery and neon lights follow the movement of the spinning cup and continuously change. Only the starlight above us remains bright. 

However, no matter how beautiful these lights are, they can’t compare to the tiny universe in Lucien’s eyes - the ones that reflect me in them. 

MC: ...it’s the same for me.

Hugging a doll each, Lucien and I are nestled together quietly. As the music gradually reaches an end, the speed of the spinning teacups also slows down. 

As though noticing my reluctance, Lucien suddenly asks. 

Lucien: I wonder if MC’s “battery” is fully charged? As compared to the library, isn’t the relaxation from this trip to the amusement park even more fruitful? 

MC: You’re right! My entire body is full of energy! Tomorrow, I can definitely welcome the new day of work with vitality!

Looking at my brilliant smile, the corner of Lucien’s lips curl upwards as well. 

Lucien: In that case, it’s my turn to gain energy.

After saying this, he takes my hand in his once again, pressing his forehead against mine. His eyes drift shut.

In our arms, Mickey and Minnie’s foreheads are also leaning against each other.

As though energy could really transfer from my body to his, the space between Lucien’s eyebrows smoothens out, and his expression is one of a rare, complete state of relaxation. 

I close my eyes too, feeling my throbbing heartbeat and his body temperature. Our skin is tightly pressed together, allowing our breaths to gradually mingle.

Perhaps more magical than the amusement park is Lucien - a miraculous existence.

As long as I’m by his side, I am always surrounded by happiness and joy.

-

Lucien’s Post: The amusement park at night seems to possess an even more unique charm. 

MC: I think so too!

Lucien: Perhaps next time, we can consider staying here overnight.

-

Lucien’s Post: The amusement park at night seems to possess an even more unique charm.

MC: Eh? What charm?

Lucien: I feel very close to you.

-

Lucien’s Post: The amusement park at night seems to possess an even more unique charm.

MC: It’d be great if today never ends.

Lucien: Even if it ends, it will remain in our hearts.

[fanfictioncorner]

Adventures of Fanfiction Corner Part 1- Browser x Wi-Fi (part 1)

Mickey was just putting the finishing touches on a new fic she was going to post. Some trauma for this character here. Some life long hatred of water and the cold for that character over there. Some hot bedroom time for these two characters. A breakup for those. Truthfully she was on a roll.

“Mickey,” Sock says walking into the room. Sock was the only one who dared poke the bear when Mickey was on one of her 2-3 week writing binges.

Mickey hummed in response,” I’m almost done-”

Mickey hears a soft sigh, “Mickey we have a problem.”

Instantly Mickey’s head shoots up and she looks at her partner in crime, “Are we talking IDK blew up the kitchen problem or IDK blew up the moon problem?” Mickey asked. Hoping to God it was the moon. She had had pudding in the fridge. She hadn’t had pudding on the moon.”

“Worse than both of those, and not involving IDK at all,” Sock says eyes wide.

Mickey took a moment to finally look at Sock’s face. Their eyes were wide and full of dread. Their mouth was set into a fine line, and their face was frighteningly pale.

If the master of instigation was this worried about something happening, then something was truly wrong. 

Mickey nodded her head and closed out of all the tabs on her computer, saving her writing (even though she knew once the page closed it would never be opened again). She stood up stretching a bit before putting on her problem solving exterior. Some called it her crisis management face.

Mickey followed Sock out to their giant living room. The rest of the members of fanfiction corner seemed to be scattered throughout the room. Varying stages of horror on their faces.

Mickey turned as she entered the room, “Sock who the fuck died?” Mickey asked questioningly.

Sock shook their head, “No one died... yet.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow and looked around the room. Everyone looked to be relatively safe, as safe as one can be in this house, so what the hell was Sock talking about?

“Is this your leader?” A gruff annoyed voice asked, and Mickey spun on her heal to stare at a guy who was the same height as her, though probably much better off in the looks department.

“You told them I was the leader!?” Mickey whisper yelled to Sock.

“All of the mods agreed it was the best choice,” Sock says smiling. Sock steps back to stand with the rest of the mods as Mickey mouths ‘traitor’ at them.

“How can I help you gentlemen?” Mickey asks after catching sight of a second male to the left of the first. 

“Is everyone gathered here?” The gruff male directly in front of Mickey asked.

Mickey bristled at the rudeness. 

Motherfucker I left my writing binge for this shit, I swear to fucking god you better not ignore me. 

“It appears that everyone is here,” Mickey speaks through gritted teeth,” But I can assure you that I can handle this just fine without dragging them into this mess.”

“They are the mess,” The male muttered gruffly. The companion at his side stood quietly. Shyly shifting from foot to foot. “I’m here to fix a problem.”

Mickey glared,” Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?”

The gruff male turned and glared at Mickey. His icy blue ice pierced the air, “I’m you’re fucking browser history, and that’s your Wi-fi. We’ve taken human forms and boy we have some things to say to you.”

Mickey chuckles a bit, but then stops when no one else in the room joins in. 

“Please tell me he’s joking,” Mickey says, eyes shooting over to Sock.

Sock instead points to the guy pointed out as Wi-fi and sheepishly smiles, “He gives off a signal.”

Mickey stares for a moment at Sock in shock, “You’re joking.”

Sock and all of the mods shake their heads in denial... no.

They weren’t joking.

Mickey’s face pales at the thought of their collective browser history coming to life.

“Now that we have that sorted,” Browser says with a fake smile,” I have some things I am dying to say to you.”

Mickey audibly gulps.

Browser points at the group that most often hangs out in 18 plus chat and glares, “You all are going to a special place in hell!!!” 

None of them refute it. He wasn’t wrong.

“HOW DO YOU EVEN THINK OF SOME OF THE STUFF THAT YOU WRITE!?” Browser yells throwing his hands up in the air, “I SWEAR HINATA HAS GOTTEN SCREWED EVERY WAY POSSIBLE INSIDE OF MY HEAD BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKS!!!”

A sharp chuckle comes from Gray and Slayer. They mainly wrote angst after all and it must be pretty fun when the blame isn’t being put on you. 

“Don’t get cheeky,” Browser says turning and glaring at the two who were giggling, “I’m not happy with you either.”

The giggling stops and their mouths snap shut, “Do you know the amount of times I have to see your little angst stories play through my head. Every day. Every day. I am tired. I want one dream where not all my characters die or they at least get a happy ending.”

Slayer mutters a small, “Sorry.”

And suddenly Browser is turning to the fanart makers, “AND YOU ASSHOLES!!! I SWEAR IF I SEE ONE MORE DICK IN AN ASS I WILL LOSE IT COMPLETELY!!!”

There are multiple chokes of surprise. 

“And to the Supernatural fans in this room,” Browser says, “I hate you. To the Haikyuu fans here, you disgust me. And to the BNHA fans... PLEASE STOP WITH THE DABI SHIT!!!”

Mickey nods, after all this whole thing had to be over soon- 

“And you,” Browser turns to Mickey with a glare, “You are awful.”

Mickey lets out a surprised squeak, “I am not that bad.”

“You made Wi-fi cry and shut down after your last fic,” Browser deadpans.

“So that’s why the Wi-fi wasn’t working that day,” Mickey mutters under her breath.

“We don’t want to work for you anymore,” Browser says glaring,” you all suck.”

“Wait!” Mickey yells, “You can’t just leave, we kind of rely on you.”

Browser glares,” If we stay I’m making conditions.”

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

Three weeks later it was an outside day. Wi-fi and Browser were taking a day off, which meant that the whole of the house had to go outside in the sunlight.

“It’s gross,” Mickey mutters, “It’s bright and it’s gross.”

“You’re just mad you can’t do 2 week straight writing binges anymore.” Sock says smiling.

“Don’t test me,” Mickey says,” I swear I will get a typewriter.”

“And what if that came to life too?” Sock asked smiling.

Mickey gave a full body shiver.

[samanthadalton]

Rumour has it

Takes place after chapter 2, mc (I called mines Josie) confronts Sam about being engaged) 

pairings: mc (Josie) x f! sam 

tags: @cloud9in

word count: 1.6k 

The night after your encounter with Sam, if you wanna call making out with your boss on your first day on the job an encounter, you wake up feeling uneasy. The feel of Sam’s plush lips still linger on your lips, the heat of her body and how it molded perfectly against your own. The way she tangled her tongue with yours, and how her moans set your entire body alight. But after the kiss was abruptly interrupted by Sam’s alleged fiancee, you couldn’t help but be curious about Sofia. 

After your talk with the boys last night, it was obvious that Sam was in some sort of relationship with Sofia, but you can’t help but wonder why it was so easy for her to lose control around you. How easy it felt being her arms. How your kisses felt like something you’ve done thousands of times. You remember the feeling of your heart shattering when Jenny found the Star Gossip article, which reported Sam’s unofficial announcement of her engagement. But you can’t shake the feeling that there must be more to the relationship since Mickey and Mason confessed that they’ve never even caught the pair kissing. 

All you know is that you need to talk to Sam, no matter how much you may be dreading it. 

You leave your bedroom determined to find Sam so you can arbitrate any feelings or concerns about what happened last night. The house is weirdly quiet considering two 7 year old boys live here but you feel a little dejected when you find a note from Sam attached to the fridge, ‘Took the boys to the park, enjoy your day off, Sam’. 

‘Well that saves me a couple of hours from an awkward conversation’. You decide to text the only person who could give you some advice, so you pull up Jenny’s contact info and facetime her. 

‘Wait… YOU KISSED HER? OH MY GOD!” 

‘Jenny I told you to not to freak out’ you balance the phone in your hand holding it up to show your frowning face while Jenny is totally freaking out, her face moving in and out of the frame as she frantically waves her arms around screaming. 

‘Jenny! Please! Just help me. What do I even say?’ 

Jenny hears your pleading tone and calms down a little, but she struggles to hide her ardor as her smile beams brightly at you. ‘Okay fine but I want the details about the kiss once I’m done helping you’ 

You exasperatingly roll your eyes as you reluctantly agree to give Jenny the full details of your kiss and you eagerly await for her advice. 

‘Why don’t you just ask her for the truth?’ 

You throw your hands up in the air, ‘gee, why didn’t I think of that, come on Jenny be serious’

‘I am okay? Just listen’ her voice is unusually commanding as she settles down on her bed and looks at you dead in the eye as she continues,’ look, judging by everything you’ve told me, I really think you should just be straight up with Sam. She seems like she’s a straight to the point no BS kinda girl, and you’re never gonna get the answers you want if you play it carefully. Don’t beat around the bush, just deadass ask her, are you engaged and see what she says’ 

As you contemplate Jenny’s words you realise that she does have a point, honestly is the best policy after all. After indulging in Jenny’s pleas and giving a full detailed report on the kiss as well as some casual small talk, you relax in the living room with the tv on, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable conversation you will have with Sam once she gets home and you mentally prepare yourself for any outcome, though you’re hoping that it ends with a happy ending for you. You suddenly hear the elevator doors ding and Mickey and Mason’s voices echo throughout the apartment. 

You look up to see two very sweaty boys running towards the bathroom and as you get up to go to the kitchen, Sam creeps up behind the counter, her soft voice startling you. Your mind flashes back to the night before, recalling that same tone, how low and husky her voice was, as she spoke about how much she wanted you, how she couldn’t stand to be so close to you without feeling like an animal. Now as you stand within the same vicinity, the energy is different, like everything has changed. 

Sam raises her eyebrows a little, and you shake out of your reverie, and give Sam a small smile, ‘hey Sam can we uh’ you’re cut off as Mason and Mickey enter the kitchen and run towards the pizza boxes on the counter. 

‘Hey Josie guess what? Mason jumps excitedly in his spot and you give him a huge smile, ‘what?’ 

‘Mickey and I went to the park today and I totally beat him in tag’ 

‘No you didn’t, I told you you only tagged me because my shoe laces came off’ 

The boys continue to squabble as Sam briskly claps her hands together, ‘Come on boys enough, you were at least too fast for me huh? I think you guys cheated a little when I was it’

‘No way!! You’re just too slow mom’, Sam ruffles Mickey’s hair and they all settle on the stools getting ready to eat. 

‘Josie we weren’t sure what you like so we got you a pepperoni pizza’ 

You gratefully take the box from Sam, your fingers brushing together slightly and you feel electricity coursing through your body. You’ve barely touched Sam but you feel the heat rising to your cheeks and judging by Sam’s clenching jaw, you know you’re not the only one who feels it. 

After eating and engaging in some enlightening conversation with the boys about the newest game craze, you stay behind to clean up while Sam gets the boys ready for bed. 

You ball up your hands, knuckles turning white as you try to remember Jenny’s advice to ask for the truth, no matter how devastating the answer may be. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as Sam ambles into the kitchen, her expression looking bleak as she clears her throat. 

‘Sorry, I just wanted some water before I head to bed’ she moves towards the sink, her back to you but you mentally steel yourself before blurting out, ‘can we talk?’ 

Sam freezes in place, you can’t see her face, but you can only imagine the tormented look on her face as she bows her head slightly down and speaks out, ‘if it’s about the boys taking the subway, it’s fine Josie, just don’t do it again’. 

You can’t help but feel a little bit hurt but angry as she attempts to dismiss what happened last night so you walk towards her and grab her wrist to spin her around. The contact of your hand touching her thrills you, so you quickly let go of her arm and take an abrupt step back trying to control your heartbeat as it thumps in your ears. 

‘That’s not what I meant and you know it Sam, please I just need to know’ 

Sam’s face looks conflicted as her brows furrow and her lips are curled down but she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and stares directly into your eyes, her face looks emotionless, her eyes blank. ‘What did you want to know?’ her voice is devastatingly monotone but her jaw flinches a little indicating that she might already know what you’re about to ask.

‘Are the rumours true? About you and Sofia being engaged?’ You bite the inside of your cheek as you anticipate Sam’s answer. 

Sam looks dumbfounded, her expression crestfallen as she struggles to answer your question.

‘Come on Sam, I deserve an answer, are you or are you not engaged it’s not a difficult question’

‘Yes’ 

‘Yes?’ No matter how much mental preparation you took beforehand, the familiar anguish you once felt when you found out about Sam’s engagement returns and your stomach begins to flip as you try to control your emotions, grappling to keep a stoic expression so Sam doesn’t see how much her answer hurts you. 

‘It’s not like that Josie, okay? It’s complicated, last night i-’ 

You slice your hand through the air cutting her off, anger quickly filling up inside of you, ‘you’re engaged Sam, that’s it. I know I crossed a line when I kissed you but you should’ve stopped me’ 

‘I couldn’t’ her voice cracking as she shakily breathes in and out, ‘Josie there’s so much you don’t know’ she reaches out to you but stops, her hands hover near yours but she pulls back at the last second. 

‘Sam, I can’t. I really need this job and I don’t want one stupid mistake to ruin that’ 

‘So it was a mistake to you?’ 

You ignore the dulling ache of your heart as you swallow and answer, ‘yes, it was unprofessional and won’t happen again’ 

You swear that Sam’s face completely falls for a second before the weight of your words settle and her face returns to that same emotionless one, ‘I agree. I apologize Josie, I should’ve never indulged in it. I just hope we can move forward from this since you seem to be the perfect fit for the boys’ 

You nod, unable to find the words as your heart only hurts more, and with that you turn and retreat back to your room. As you lay on your bed you wonder if staying is the right decision, but you know that you need this job and your mind can’t help but wonder what did Sam mean by it being complicated.

[susiequaz12]

Carrot Top- 16: The Choice

Woohoo! Finally another Carrot Top update! It’s been a weird thing trying to update and work on this while also wanting to keep up with Whumptober- so we’ll see how the rest of the month goes.

Tag list: @imagination1reality0 @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @thehopelessopus @burtlederp @whump-me-all-night-long

CW: manhandled, possessive whumper, messed up head space, restraints, dehumanization, just a lot of crappy manipulation and stuff going on.

Previous part can be found here. Masterlist is here.

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“Now carrot top, who do you belong to?”

Andrew looked up at the man with confusion. What did he want from him? He couldn’t answer with the muzzle on, and his head hurt. His heart and chest still pounded from- from whatever it was that the man had done earlier, and it felt like he couldn’t quite breathe right. He still was unsure of exactly what his torment had been. All he remembered was being strapped to a chair and injected with- with something. Something bad.

His eyes pounded. He was so tired. Everything was close, too close that it made his eyes hurt. There was a permanent ache in his bones that seemed to flare up when he heard Splice ask the question once more.

“Who do you belong to?”

Andrew’s eyes met the man’s, and he fell forward, his head pressing into the man’s side. He closed his eyes as he felt a hand on the back of his neck.

Gasps and whispers of words echoed around him, but he couldn’t make any of them out. His head felt too jumbled for cohesive thought, other than the blaring, constant, “avoid pain” that flashed through his mind. 

“Good.” He heard Splice say. ”Now lie down.” Andrew slowly began to move and Splice clarified. “On your stomach.”

Without the use of his hands, Andrew fell, more than lied down on his stomach in front of the man. His hands were pulled from underneath him where they were bound, and moved until they were set above his head on the floor. You could visibly see the shaking in his chest as his body was wracked through with silent sobs.

Mickie couldn’t stop the tears that poured down her face as she watched the torment and humiliation that her brother was put through. What on earth had this man done in order for him to become this submissive? She didn’t think she ever wanted to know. 

Splice’s boot came down in between the chains that connected his wrists together, pinning Andrew to the floor. She heard a small whimper as the man’s other foot rested on the top of Andrew’s back near his shoulders.

“You see, there’s no point in taking him back with you. He clearly knows where he belongs.” Splice stated. He dug the heel of his boot in at the base of Andrew’s neck and a small squeak seemed to escape from his mouth through the muzzle. The boot moved down his back, to the center where lash marks and bruises were still sore. More pressure was added slowly, the heel of the shoe grinding into his back- until a groan broke through, followed by a strangled scream. 

That sound tore directly into Mickie’s chest. It burned through her and she tore herself forward out of the man’s grasp with strength she didn’t know she had. She launched herself at Splice’s feet, knocking him to the side and threw herself on top of her brother- shielding him with her own body.

“NO!” She cried. All eyes were on her, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around Andrew’s back and around his shoulders- his shaking shoulders.  

“Don’t hurt him!” She demanded. 

Andrew flinched at the noise, and mumbled something through the mask- something confused, weak, and strangled- something that vaguely sounded like his sister’s name.

“Ohhh, well this just got interesting.” Splice stated. 

The guards gripped tighter onto the three boys as they stood struggling in their grasps.  

Mickie growled through her teeth and glared up at Splice. “I won’t let you hurt him.” 

“Oh how noble of you.” She felt the guard’s grip on her shoulders once more as the man came forward. “Unfortunately, that’s out of your control.”

“No!” She cried. She held on as best she could, but was pulled off of Andrew and dragged back towards her team as she screamed. 

“No, don’t! Let him go! Let him go!”

Strong arms wrapped around her sides, pinning her arms down as she struggled, lurching herself forward and crying out, before a hand was clamped down hard over her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as Splice grabbed Andrew by the back of his collar and pulled him up to his knees. The boy gasped, eyes wide and grasping about for something to focus on. 

They landed right on Mickey.

She stared back at him, but it seemed he didn’t recognize her. That he didn’t register that it was his sister standing in front of him.  

Splice commanded Andrew as he stared ahead, trying to get his attention. 

“Look at me.” 

Andrew didn’t move.

“Come on now carrot top, look at me.” 

Splice sighed as the boy stayed still.

“Look at me now, Andy.”

The boy flinched at the name and turned to stare up at Splice unwillingly. Mickie shook with rage as the tears welled in her eyes.

“Good.” The man stated. He pulled Andrew up to his feet and the boy’s legs trembled as if they were barely able to hold his weight. He kept a hand on the back of Andrew’s neck, keeping the boy’s face pressed against his shoulder to keep his head turned away from his friends. Splice’s attention turned to the group being held captive.

“You want him back, don’t you?”

“Of course, that’s why we’re here.” Malachai stated. 

“Hmm. Have you considered he doesn’t want to go back? That he’d rather stay here, where he belongs?”

“Of course he’d want to come back! Are you insane?” Justin shouted. “Who would rather stay here and be tortured by a psychopath, than be safe with their friends, their- their family?!”

Splice’s eyes stared straight into Justin’s. The younger boy shivered. 

“Are you willing to test that theory?” Splice asked. “You believe he’ll choose you over me?”

Mickie squirmed and wiggled as her arms were pulled tight behind her, a hand muffling the words she clearly wanted to say. Before anyone else could speak up or voice an opinion, Justin answered for the rest of them.

“Without a doubt.”

“Alright then.” Splice stated. “Here’s this. I let carrot top over here choose. If he can walk over to you, if he chooses to go- I’ll let him leave. You can take him and walk right out of here, live happily ever after, whatever.” His fingers snaked up the back of the boy’s head to grip tighter onto his hair. “If he chooses to stay- then he stays and I let my men deal with you how they see fit.”  

The group looked around at each other. And then at Andrew. His head hung limply over Splice’s shoulder, each shuddering breath that he took seemed a chore. Splice smiled and spoke up again.

“I notice you don’t have your little secret weapon with you- the Mind Reader. Hmph- pity. I can’t tell if that was a smart move, or a stupid one on your part. She coulda been a lot of help to you all right now.”

Ali. Justin thought. His girlfriend- Andrew’s bestfriend. She was sitting outside the building in their getaway van. But Splice didn’t need to know she was so close. He began to question their whole plan. If she came in with them, she could have overpowered everyone, and gotten Andrew out easily, potentially avoiding this whole mess. But if things had taken a turn for the worse and she had been captured as well, then Splice would have been practically unstoppable. There would be no hope in getting Ali, or Andrew back.

“Regretting some choices now aren’t you? Do you accept my offer?” Splice chuckled as he looked over the group. “Though then again it seems you don’t have much of a choice, do you?”

The group sighed, but nobody said a word. He was right, they didn’t have a choice.

Splice turned the poor boy back around and pushed him a bit further out in front of him so he was equal distanced from both sides. He stumbled on his feet and stared straight ahead.

Andrew had his bad hand tucked under his arm, his arm still stinging and aching from the cuts he’d received that morning. He leaned heavily on one side, favoring one leg over the other,- the after effects from his second grammar lesson with Splice. He swayed a bit and stared ahead but it was hard to make out the figures he was looking at.

They were jumbled together but as he squinted his eyes he could make out four main people in front, with other men standing behind them. One of the four was- was a girl. A girl with a long braid running down her shoulder- standing almost as tall as the other men she was with. 

It was- it was-

No-

He blinked his eyes and shook his head.

It couldn’t be- it wasn’t-

Mickie?

He took the tiniest of shuffles forward, wincing with every move of his body. He tried to look harder, to make out features and signs that were distinct enough to tell if she was actually real-

As he stepped forward again, he heard a small cough from behind him.

Without looking he knew who that was.

His shoulders shook harder and he clutched his hands tighter to his stomach. 

How could he forget.

I belong to Splice.

I am a tool to be used as he sees fit.

Here, and for forever.

Because I deserve it.

He shook the blurry images of the people in front of him out of his mind. He slowly turned around to see Splice standing in front of him with his arms folded. 

I belong to Splice.

Andrew nearly sobbed. 

He looked- disappointed. 

And if Splice was disappointed, it meant that he had done something wrong. It meant that he was bad- he’d disobeyed, and that- that he’d be punished.

Andrew wanted to cry and plead- to beg and beg, and sob and apologize. To apologize for being bad- for disappointing him- and to plead for an easy punishment.

The sobs had taken over his body before he made it the whole way back to Splice. He stumbled over his feet as he moved, turning his back on the people that he didn’t realize were his friends. He practically collapsed at the man’s feet, knees hitting the ground, folding in on himself. Splice placed a hand on the top of the boy’s head and smiled. 

“Looks like he made his decision.”

“No! Wait-” Justin cried out. He yelped as his head was thrown back and a fist landed in his gut. He coughed, trying to catch his breath as the other team members struggled- realizing what they had just lost.

Mickie squirmed and wiggled as much as she could- thrashing about, kicking and screaming- but the man holding her back was much larger and stronger than she was. The tears instead just poured down her face.

Splice lifted up the weeping figure at his feet and dragged him off down the hallway, passing him off to guards that were waiting to take him.

“So sorry your touching reunion didn’t go as planned. Oh well.” Splice called back to the team. Guards, do what you want with them- make sure they won’t be a problem again.”

[snippychicke]

I don't have energy to star my laptop, so have a long post of Aftermath. Maybe later I can myself outta this rut and make it pretty.

Fic: Aftermath

Fandom: the umbrella academy

Rating: teen

Pairing: def. Otto/Oc

Chapter Six

The Recruiter frowned as she watched from across the plaza at the remnants of Klaus' cult. So many timelines messed up by the fourth Hardgreeve. Time was able to shift around the distrubed lives, and thankfully none of them were critical changes to the timeline, but it was still another mark. 

If the Commission was at full strength, they would be able to nudge those lives back in place, whether passively or with aggressive action. But at the moment, anything not rated as Critical was allowed to go unaddressed. 

That's why she was here. They needed agents, new and old. And one of their most senior agents was sitting on the steps of the Destiny's Children's bus, reading a book as the rest of the group preached love and peace to the crowd. 

She could almost understand why Agent Otto had declined her invite. He was still recuperating from his injuries. Some peace and quiet was probably good for him (he'd tire of it soon enough, she surmised. A man that lived nearly 20 years of missions wasn't meant for a dull civilian life.) 

But Agent Axel? The man was a legend just as his brothers. And unlike them, he had come out of the Handler's plot with barely a scratch. So why the hell was he sitting on the hippies' bus reading a book of poems?

She straightened her jacket before walking towards him. Maybe he just needed a way back. Imagine if she was able to lead a legendary agent such as himself back into the fold. She'd get the recognition she deserved. They would see she was meant to be more than just a secretary. That she--

The Recruiter stopped dead in her tracks as Axel whipped his pistol from his pocket and aimed directly for her head. All the while barely turning his head to continue reading his book, an undisturbed expression on his face. "A-agent Axel, I-"

She was silenced as he cocked the gun with a simple movement of his thumb, while his other hand skillfully turned the page. His dark steel eyes finally turned towards her, the serene expression on his face hardening slightly. She attempted to swallow the lump in her throat before starting again. "The Acting Director of the Commission would like to speak with you."

"...No." He uncocked his gun and returned it to its holster as his attention returned to his book. Dismissing her as easily as that.

"B-but! We need agents like you! You and your brothers-!'

She was cut off again by that dark look on his face. He marked his place with a ribbon before standing. The Recruiter trembled as he stalked the short distance between them, unable to look away from his cold grey eyes. 

It was like looking at the face of Death itself.

He paused only a few inches away and leaned to whisper in her ear. "You will leave. And you will not return. Understood?" 

She couldn't even nod, but the terror in her eyes was enough of an answer. 

--+--

Lorelei had a feeling she should have just stayed in bed. 

The cats had clawed holes in her stockings. Her bus was late, meaning she was late for her shift, and then her supervisor had given her a tear down about punctuality and appearances.

And now John Doe was wide awake, glaring at her as if she had personally been the one to cut off his leg. 

"Good morning," she greeted, closing the door to the room behind her. "How are you feeling?"

She was unsurprised by his silence as he continued to watch her with narrowed eyes. Pale icy blue that reminded her of a very displeased cat. "Probably not the best, I reckon," she continued, standing about a foot away from the side of the bed. Both to give him space and in case he was able to slip from the restraints. "I have your morning doses of antibiotics and pain killers."

"No," he stated firmly. And  it felt like deja vu yo her. 

"I can understand if you don't want to be doped up anymore. But you at least need the antibiotic." she tried with her gentle persuasion. "Septicemia is quite a serious thing." 

He shifted as much as he could to lean towards her. "Let. Me. Go." 

Her gut told her niceties were not going to work here. She hoped bluntness would. "And go where, exactly? Your leg is still healing, you still need high doses of antibiotics because the infection went systemic. You leave this hospital and you'll be dead within a week." 

He blinked, completely unmoved. "I need to piss." 

She flushed, more embaressmed about assuming than his comment. "Oh. That I can do...as  long as you promise not to try anything funny." 

He stayed silent but tugged at the restraint. Against Lorelei's better judgement, she conceded. She half expected him to lunge for her as soon as she undid the restraints, but he merely sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the white dressings that covered the stump of his thigh. 

She allowed him a moment; she could only imagine what kind shock it would be to wake up missing little more than half of a leg. 

"I wonder if I can still kick my brother's ass…."

Lorlei blinked, sure she had misheard him (but good lord was his accent similar to Ottos, which was a surprise she didn't have time to ponder.) "Huh?"

He looked up, looking rather surprised, and she guessed after a moment he hadn't meant to say the last bit aloud. So instead of commenting, she offered her hand. "C'mon. Let's get you to the latrine."

He took her offer, and proved the medically-induced did nothing to lessen his strength. His arm quickly went from using hers to pull him up to wrapping around her shoulders to steady himself. 

Lorlei expected it to be difficult to teach him how to move, but he picked it up easily as he used her to balance himself as they walked the short distance. 

"Where am I?" He finally asked after he was in the bathroom, and she stepped around the corner to give him some semblance of privacy. 

"Parkland Memorial Hospital, in Dallas," she answered before tacking on: "Texas. United-"

"I know where Texas is," he interrupted dryly, though she swore there was a hint of amusement. Again, not unlike Otto's.

Or maybe she just had Otto on her mind. Last night still kept repeating itself in her mind. How sure she was Otto was going to kill that man. 

How she was more worried about what would happen to Otto if he did, rather than the man losing his life. 

"...where are you from?" She asked, filling the silence. "Or for that fact, what's your name? We've been calling you John Doe since you didn't have any ID on you." 

John Doe stayed silent. Worried that he may have worn himself out, she peeked around the corner.

Only to have him stare challengingly at her. "Trying to catch a peek?"

"Oh for heavens sake," she groaned, turning back around. "I'm your nurse. I've seen it all before--yours included." 

"...you liked what you'd seen then?"

Lorelei counted to ten. "I should've just given you a damned urinal and been done with it. But I figured being in bed for weeks you needed to get up and moving." 

Snickers echoed from the small bathroom, easing her temper somewhat. "You're amusing, Miss Nurse." 

"...Lorelei, but my friends call me Lei."

"Do you?" He asked, confusing her. She tilted her head to convey her expression without turning. "Lie?" 

"Jesus Mary and Joseph," she pinched the bridge of her nose.  "You're going to be one of those patients, aren't you?" 

"General pain in the ass, yes," he answered. "That seems to be everyone's opinion of me. So can I have some actual privacy, or are we going to be waiting here forever?" 

"Definitely giving you a urinal next time," she muttered. "Yes. Use the call bell if you need help, otherwise I'll go fetch the doctor." 

It wasn't until after she left that she realized he had evaded all of her questions. 

--+--

A few doctors filled the small room some time later, and Lorelei wasn't exactly sure why she was present, but Dr. Edwards barred her from leaving, making her awkwardly stand by the door as he and the Administrator Wilford stood before John Doe, who was settled into bed, sans restraints this time. "Let's get down to business  then; What's your name?" Wilford asked, readying his clipboard.

 "Mickey Mouse," the blonde man answered with a slight smirk. The administor paused, a frown crossing his face while Lorelei had to cough to hide her own smile.

"Now look son, I understand things have been pretty rough for you, and having a sense of humor is good and all, but let's be serious now."

John Doe nodded his head, looking chastened. "Right, sorry." There was a beat before he met the Administor's eye and with a straight face answered. "My name is Donald Duck."

The doctor gave Lorelei a dark look at the slight laugh that escaped her lips, and she glanced away quickly, covering her smile. However, when she glanced back John Doe was looking at her, amusement in his eyes. 

"Very funny," Wilford continued, glaring at Lorelei. "But what is your name, boy."

"Bruce Wayne."

Wilford went to write it down, and Loreli worried her lip, weighing the pros and cons of keeping her mouth shut before clearing her throat and commenting: "That's Batman, sir."

John Doe grinned at her, pleased she caught the reference. She returned the smile despite herself before Wilford snapped his pen. "Godman boy, do you think this is all fun and games, or are you just slow?"

"I think you're the slow one," he answered, shifting his head. "One would think you realize by now I'm not giving you my name." 

"Why not?"

"Because it's none of your business."

"None of our business?! You're our patient in my hospital! We need to contact your next of kin and find out where the hell you belong."

His eyes darkened. "Knowing my name won't help with that."  

"Can we at least call someone for you?" Lorelei asked softly. 

"No."

" What about parents?" She pressed gently. Do you have any siblings?"

"No." His eyes grew cold and hard as he glared at her. "No one."

"I think that will be enough," Dr. Edwards finally spoke. "Maybe after you feel more cooperative, we can discuss this further. As it is, with everything the way it is, I don't see you suitable for discharge any time soon."

-+--

By the end of the shift Lorelei felt a migraine stabbing behind her eyes as she rode the bus home, feeling every slight bump and jerk.

The main cause, she was sure, was the John Doe in 281B. Who refused to say anything to anyone after the 'interrogation" by the Administrator. He did, however, prove to be one of the most uncooperative patients the hospital ever had the grace to treat. 

And somehow also one of the ones that tugged at her heartstrings. Maybe the fact he was alone, or the fact he had a dark, lost look on his face when he thought no one was watching that reminded her yet again of Otto.

The white hair and strong jaw didn't help. Or the fact he had the same accent. If she hadn't known better, she would've sworn they were related somehow. 

Especially since they both liked to see what odd things they could use as darts. She had to admit, however, that the fact that he somehow got his silverware from lunch wedged in the ceiling tiles was rather impressive. 

The bus finally rolled into the stop in her neighborhood, and Lorlei dragged herself down the few blocks remaining, bag slung gracelessly over her shoulder. All she wanted to do is collapse, even if it was just on her old lumpy couch. 

But there were the cats. And if the last week was anything to go by, Otto was probably still working on the roof (she still didn't understand what spurred him to do such a thing. And he still refused to accept any repayment) which meant it was up to her to cook supper. 

Maybe he would be okay with the diner again, even after the other night. But that meant having to wait even longer until she could sleep and….

Otto wasn't on the roof. She frowned as she walked along the broken pavement that led to the front door. Granted he had done a lot already…. (Had he been a carpenter sometime in the past? Was that a question safe for her to ask?) 

Nala, Freyja,  and Hugo greeted her as soon as she opened the door, wrapping around her legs as she slipped off her shoes. The house was filled both with warmth and the scent of something delicious simmering. Lorele's heart quickened to see Otto in the kitchen, looking completely at home despite his frame. 

She wasn't sure what she had done in her life to deserve a person like him in her life, but she was so very thankful. Without thinking, she slipped into the kitchen, too tired to rethink her impulse to wrap her arms around his hip, resting her head against his muscular back. 

--+--

Otto heard the door open and close, and Lorelei greeting the cats that met her at the door. She sounded...exhausted. He mentally shrugged, working on supper while listening to her slip off her shoes, her stockinged feet as quiet as a cat's as she padded into the kitchen. After the second shift in a row, she often came home worn to the bone, ready to crumple on the couch and fall asleep without bothering to unpin her cap from her hair. Which was why he had taken the initiative to have supper (mostly) finished before she returned. 

He froze slightly as Lorelei wrapped her arms around his hips, pressing her head against his back between his shoulder blades. "I appreciate you so much." She mumbled into his shirt, making him relax. "I'm pretty sure I would just go to bed hungry without you." 

A smile twitched on his lips, unseen as she continued to lean on him. He tried to keep still while finishing supper, enjoying the warmth and weight against him. When he made a slight movement, she would resettle herself with a sleepy noise, her arms tightening around his hips briefly.

Maybe civilian life wasn't so horrible with moments like this. 

Lorelei made a small sound of protest when he finally had to break the moment, looking half asleep when he turned towards her. "Sit down, Älskade."

She gave him a curious look, he didn't explain but gave a soft smile before tapping the tip of her nose. She wrinkled it slightly, making him smile wider before ushering her to the table. 

"How do you make someone behave when they're being so darn obstinate?" She asked as she sat, petting the cats that were demanding attention. Otto paused before he held up the bloody butcher knife sitting near the sink, making her frown as she caught the implication. "I can't threaten him, Otto. He's my patient!"

He tilted his head and thought as he served the food. Nothing fancy, but Lorelei's stomach growled as she placed the cats down on the floor. "I will."

"What? No!" Despite her protest, a small smile appeared on her face. "You know,  I forget you're a violent man sometimes."

He shrugged as he sat across from her. He was perfectly acceptable if she forgot that part of him. Because it meant that she did feel threatened by him. 

"Maybe if I threaten him with you, he'll cooperate?" She continued to muse, stabbing a diced potato. "But how: 'behave or my roommate will come and threaten you?'" 

"Or I'll kill him." He joked, grinning at her scowl. 

"That would make the whole point of saving his life moot." She shook the potato at him, blushing as he leaned across the small table and bit it off her fork. She tried to pretend she wasn't affected as she focused on her plate instead of the playful expression on his face. "I-I mean, the poor boy has had enough. I mean, could you imagine having your leg blown off? And then not having any kin around?"

Lorelei almost missed the way Otto tensed, his expression turning dark before he closed his eyes, forcing those thoughts and memories away. Though when he opened them, she had a concerned look on her face, head tilted slightly. "Everything okay?"

"Ja," he forced a smile. He could tell she didn't believe him, but again, she didn't push. 

"Anyways, I saw that you have half the roof done already…"

--+--

Lorlei was still yawning the next morning when she arrived at the hospital the next morning, the lights flickering to full brightness to announce the morning  

"Oh praise the angels," the night nurse proclaimed when she saw Lorelei walk into the nurses station. It was a familiar sentiment, but usually from a different nurse, not hard-norse Doris. "I was thinking morning would never come."

"Oh?"

She waved her hand towards the infamous room near the end of the hall. "That devil of a boy.  I swear he's Lucifer's own kin."

"...John Doe?"

"Yes!" She huffed, "I hope them doctors do something wise like put him on haldol. Two am and he's singing at the top of his lungs in bad english to some made up song! Woke half of the unit up! And be careful, he's hiding silverware. Threw a fork at the orderlie rounding at him, nicked his ear! He needs to be asylum!" 

Lorlei listened and eventually had to prod the older nurse into a proper report on the other patients. However, she kept her words in mind as she did her rounds, saving his room for last. 

John Doe didn't look quite as angry as the morning before, and had even a little color to his face as he looked over to her. "Did the old goat finally leave?"

"Doris is not an old goat," Lorelei chided as she prepared to take his vitals. Her protest wasn't quite heartfelt, as she had thought the old woman a biddy at times. "She's an experienced nurse as a good mentor."

He snorted and muttered something under his breath, but otherwise stayed quiet. After noting everything down, satisfied that his vitals was within normal limits considering he reportedly hadn’t let anyone come within three feet of him,  she sighed and adjusted her stethoscope. "Look. If you don't start behaving they are going to pump you full of haldol and benzos that you won't ever even be able to look straight."

His faint smirk faded and his glare returned as he remained silent. "I know things are hard, but you don't look insane to me. Or stupid for that matter. I'd hate for you to wind up in an asylum with drool running down your chin after everything you've been through."

John Doe continued to glare at her despite her attempt at humor, though she swore she could see him thinking over her words.  "You don't need to like us, but we are here to help. We aren't going to hurt you. Hell, I'm pretty sure most the staff already want you outta here as much as you do. Just work with us, ok?"

He rolled his eyes, but pulled something from beneath his blanket and threw it at her. She barely caught the pen before it clattered to the floor. "Wait. This is my pen!"

He shrugged. "You need to pay more attention."

Lorlei pressed her lips together, debating her words as she set out the supplies to change his dressing. "You better behave or my housemate will come threaten you."

John Doe raised a pale eyebrow at Lorelei, a faint smirk on his face. "I'm not scared."

"You should be," she said, half teasingly. "He's easily Six foot five, has muscles thicker than your head, missing an eye. He's a scary dude."

 That seemed to interest him, his head tilted slightly "Boy friend?"

"N-no!" she stuttered, "Not...not exactly."

"Oh? He's gay then?" He seemed so blase about the taboo subject, and not even the sneer she expected. But actually...interested?

"What?! No, I don't... I dont think so…"

"Hmm, shame." She paused and looked over at him quizzically. He smiled slyly at her, winking at her. "He sounds cute."

"Oh my god," She wheezed, trying not to laugh at his boldness. No one else in Dallas, or Texas, would ever say such a thing, yet he was so flamboyant about it. "Y-you're horrible!"

"You're cute too," he playfully reassured her as he leaned back in the hospital bed. "But very annoying. Like a bossy sister."

"Yeah, your like an annoying little brother." To his annoyance, she ruffled his hair. There was a melancholy expression on his face, making her regret her actions. "You okay?"

"I'm missing half my leg," he answered with a deadpan expression. 

"I-" she stuttered before he started to snicker. She rolled her eyes. "Oh for goodness sake. I have other patients I need to tend to. Ring if you need anything, you brat." 

"Love you too, syrra!"