#Squeeze Box Monkey

[sinning-23]

Calling Them By Their Full Name

OPLA Headcannons! I thought htis was a funny little thing lol. Anyway enjoy

Warnings: slight mentions of nsfw topics but nothing too serious

Sorry for any spelling errors!

Luffy

-ohhhhh that did not sound like your usual happy, loving voice.

-he knows he fucked up and now he’s hiding from your wrath.

-“MONKEY D. LUFFY, GET YOUR ASS IN THIS KITCHEN. NOW.”

-you could hear a pen drop from how quiet the ship got

-ok so maybe he ate that super expensive, super special dessert you had been saving for a while now. And like, it was going to go bad! All he wanted was a little taste! Than a taste turned into accidentally eating the whole thing.

-He was gonna tell you, honest! But it had proven obvious you found out before he could. He seen you round the corner with RAGe on your face and tears in your eyes.

-"TRAITOR!" You yell, throwing a tired punch to his chest.

-“I’m sorry mami, I’ll find you another one. Promise.” He hums, peppering your face with kisses, squeezing your face between his palms when he did.

-There’s no way you could stay mad at him for long

Zoro

-whoa whoa whoa why are you so ANNNGRY

-hated when you call him by his full name like that, makes him feel like a child being reprimanded

-“RORONOA GODDAMN ZORO.” You boom, Nami’s jaw dropping at the sound. Even she could tell you were pissed

-he’s the sassiest mf alive so he’ll probably just be like, “who the hell are talking to woman?!”

-“You’re a real piece of work you know that??” You’re still yelling and he wastes no time rolling his eyes at you and grabbing you by your waist, the action shutting you up.

“Wanna stop yelling and be a big girl and tell me what’s wrong?” He teases, that stupid smirk you love falling over his features at your speechlessness.

-It’s not often you say his full make but when you do he makes sure you’ll never forget it that same night.

-“Say my name baby, real loud.” He groans, a hand around your throat to steady spent body as he slams back into you

Sanji

-I know thats not a cigarette i smell Vinsmoke Sanji."

-awe hell. Yout tone is deadly. he tried he damndest to stomp it out before you rounded the corner but nope.

-You never use his full name like that. Never.

-did he just get chills?

-"Of course not my love!" He lies throigh his teeth but before he can say anything ese you re lips are on his, you fist gripping the fabric of his shirt.

-He knew he was caught, the taste of tobacco mixing with your usual mint. You pull away, smoothing his shirt out with a warning smile.

-"Don’t lie to me again, I’ll always know when you do, Black Leg." You explain , taking the small cardboard box from his pocket and walking off.

-Even though it was ment as a threat, he couldn't help but feel hotter than ususal. God he loved it when you talked all serious to him.

Bonus: Mihawk

-You know better than to use his full name. Orr to even call him anything besides the usual endearing pet name.

-So when he hears his name called with nothing short of rage, hes trying to figure out who you think you’re talking to.

-"Dracule. Mihawk." You spit, holding the empty bottle in your hand

-Ok so your rage was warented cause he managed to drink the entire vintage bottle of wine you'd been saving...it wasn’t like it was on purpose!

-He doesn’t even bother to look up from his book, just barely giving you a slight glance when you were right in front of him, pointing to the bottle.

-"Id watch your tone darling." he warns, smirking at the way you purse your lips and turn away with a fierce attitude he'd be sure to deal with later.

-“Oh shove it up your ass Dracule.” You scoff, trying to quicken your pace but failing when he’s already behind you, his much larger hand holding your wrist as you yelp.

-His look says it all. You’re screwed.

-So now you’re sitting pretty, bent over and counting each time his hand meets the sore and slightly reddened flesh of your ass.

-“Now, what’s my name again darling?”

[epione-xx]

LOVER <3

Just a cute little fluff about a boy, a girl and a Mercedes in the night listening to Taylor swift and day dreaming

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His hand laid on your plush and warm thigh, the city’s street lights casting shadows over various items but when Damian drove past them, you could see his tiny smile, how his eyes glistened and how they shined like emeralds.

Taylor swifts ‘lover’ was playing in the foreground as he drove, no words were spoken as a comfortable smile silence fell over you both. He squeezed your thigh again and turned the corner.

Drives like this had no purpose, you guys had no where to go- in fact you should have been tucked into bed long ago, but when your boyfriend calls and offers to take you out in his cool car, you accept.

The car in question was a Mercedes AMG E63, in a midnight black colour and with the street lights shining on it, it almost looking like a galaxy had enveloped the car. The interior was all leather- “easier to clean” Damian would claim but you knew he never really bothered to clean his seats unless well, unless something…else, had happened.

Your side was prettied up too, well kind of. He had put in a better mirror and you had all your little sweets in the glove box along with spare womanly panties- yknow, just in case…things…happened.

You were in a trance, your head pulled to the side a little as day dreams flooded into your mind of him, suddenly you felt another though squeeze and a soft “beloved?”

You snapped out of your trance again and blinked awake “shit, sorry…was I in a trance again?” Your eyes squint as you looked at him in the dark and notice the lines of his crinkled nose as he smiles

“Yeah, you were” he smiles and you could only smile back as she slowly laced your fingers together, still on top of your thigh.

“I love you Damian” you say finally after a nice moment of silence.

“And I you, beloved.”

Your stomach was warm and tingly, your heart full as you pulled Damian’s hands to your lips and then let it lay back down on your thigh, the back of his hand touched your thigh and you traced over his palm.

Each line and scar told a story, you could remember going to the palm reader with him once, remember how she said that “he would live a long and happy life with the love of his life” and you could remember that being a key moment in your relationship, the moment where Damian let his walls come down around you. The moment he trusted you with his heart.

You remember when his couldn’t hold anything for weeks because of when his hand got slashed by a villains knife, how you had to do everything for him and walk on his left side- which he hates because you were closer to the road, and how he panicked about any little car that passed you both because what if it was some maniac who could have hit you?!

The song changed, the one upbeat and happy song now turned into a low strum of a bass as arctic monkeys played- a Damian pick surprisingly.

He chuckles a little as he looked over at you “remember the last time this song played?” He asks with a raised brow as his hand crawled up your thigh.

You flushed thinking about it and coughed a little “yeah, that was a good time” you said as he nods and stroked the inside of your thigh.

You pinched his hand lightly and he gave you the biggest hurt puppy eyes, because even if he was a superhero, his dear beloved hurting him? It was his greatest weakness!

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out just as Damian reached a red light.

“Don’t do that beloved” his husky voice said. The light still red and reflecting in his iris, he leaned forward and kissed you, biting your tongue lightly as you let out a soft moan, feeling his hands go high and high and then-

Green.

You cursed traffic control, the light itself for even working! How dare they do this to you! He smirked at your reaction but pulled away as he pressed on the gas again and drove off.

You pout, brushing his warm hand against your own heat so that he would begin again, but he didn’t, only smirked knowing that you would get him back when you got home and send him some pictures in that pretty little white set you owned that made you looked like an angel.

After all, if it was 40 minutes or 7 hours, Damian would always be at your door ready for you, using his rich boy privilege to give you the best life he ever could.

The ring box in his pocket was only another promise of that vowel he made to himself.

[ellamuffin97]

Truth or dare ? 💚

Rating: +18

Word count: roughly 3.5k

Summary: playing a round of “Truth or dare” with the Avengers you challenged Loki for a dare -and he accepts it .

Warnings :NSFW,+18,smut,drinking , kissing,breast playing,fingering, edging,overstimulation, orgasm control, spanking , consensual sex

Final :orgasm, creampie , cum , a bit of soft Loki cuddles

The bottle was spinning and everyone held their breath. Steve had already danced the Macarena, Dr Banner had to eat fish which he totally doesn’t like at all , Thor was stripped , only in his underwear , Tony had to chew a whole box of menthol chewing gums and Natash had to scream her lungs out the balcony that her only boss in life is Tony Stark. As everyone watched, the bottle stopped turning, pointing its neck at Bucky.

"Yes!" Natasha yelled, raising her fist in triumph, "Truth or dare?"

Everyone turned their eyes on him while Bucky let out an annoyed huff, the corners of his lips pulling into a disgruntled pout. "This is dumb." Yet, after a short pause, he scoffed "Ok, dare."

"Alright!" she squeaked with joy, squeezing her eyes shut, "Tell us a joke."

"A what?" Bucky's face went blank.

"A joke. You know, make people laugh," Natasha's voice oozed with disbelief but she grinned like a thousand volts nonetheless.

Bucky’s face was still blank, deep in consideration though.

Then he rasped slowly "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"

Silence.

"Because it was dead." He deadpanned.

Silence again.

"Ewww, that was gross!" Natasha broke the silence and stuck out her tongue, cringing as was the rest of the members, "And not funny at all."

"Mate, don't ever– just don't," Tony took a shot glass, filled it up, and held it up "Drink up. That was horrible, you deserve it."

Bucky drank up, but not without glowering at everyone.

Next was your turn. You spun the bottle and everyone stared at it expectantly. It stopped pointing at Loki.

His smug grin spread wide in his face when your eyes met. Before you could even open your mouth he already said "Dare for you,cutie."

You rolled your eyes. He was always like that. Smug and annoying. And handsome. He brought your blood to a boil in an instant with his cocky attitude. Time you showed him who held the reigns. "I dare you to get a Jacob's ladder!"

Just as fast as you said that your hands shot up to cover your mouth, cheeks going ablaze, eyes wide with shock over the words that had just come out of your mouth. The entire room had fallen silent, everyone was staring at you both, waiting for the scene to unravel in front of them.

But Lokis smirk spread even wider as he leaned forward to get closer to you, his mesmerizing blue eyes boring into yours.

“Already have that doll. Long time ago when I started dating midgardian women . be more original," he cocked his head and raised his brow, eyes half-lidded.

A deep inhale went around the room at his revelation, and you felt a heat pool deep in your guts, your cheeks going ablaze even further. At a loss for words, you did not know how to respond. Blood rushed in your ears and then you heard Loki break the silence.

"Now here's my dare. Your room or mine?" He rasped, holding out his hand.

Still too dumbfounded to respond, he raised to his feet, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up. With a big knowing grin, he dragged you off to the hallway, waving the others farewell with the words "Y'all can continue playing alone. Don't expect us back for the night."

“Hey rain deer games don’t even think that I will let you …Tony started but he s been cut out by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs . Her eyes burned him alive because she knew you held feelings for him and it was finally the time that he took the first step .

Once you reached the hallway, you blurted out "Loki. What the fuck are you doing?"

But before you got an answer he crashed you against the wall, latching his lips onto yours.

“I am aware of your feelings my little mortal *he cooed . And I am willing to show you that I feel exactly the same way as you

The kiss was so hungry, hot, and eager. His tongue dug deep into your mouth, while he pressed against you, his bulge already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, rubbing into your hips.

A little whimper escaped your mouth, as his one hand slipped behind your neck, holding you in place, the other one trailed under your shirt.

The kiss got deeper the further up his hand got until it cupped your breast through your bra and that's when your resolve melted, moaning into his mouth, shuddering while a shiver crept up your spine.

“Lo please *you whimpered . Show me what you’ve got .

There was a slight chuckle against your lips and he squeezed your breast, first once then twice until he got impatient and pushed your bra up and your tits spilled free.

Your breaths turned heated, his lips pressed harder on your mouth, he tilted your head to dive in deeper as he alternately groped your breasts.

His hips rutted against you now with a feverish pace when he suddenly let out a curse and broke free, having you gasp for air. His eyes glowed hungrily, taking in your disheveled state.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum if we continue like this," he huskily whispered, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

You pulled your bra back down, swallowed, and managed to croak out "Your room then," mind still dizzy from the heated encounter.

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him towards his room. Once through the door, he used his Æsir to kicked it shut and also put a spell on the room to become soundproof then finally he was all over you again.

It was a stripping off clothes, a stumbling, heated kisses pressed against each other's lips as you both managed to bridge the distance to the bed. Loki had kicked off his boots and you frantically pulled off his tunic revealing his lean, muscular torso .

Your breath hitched at the sight but he just shrugged and moved about getting you undressed.

Standing in your underwear in front of him, he cocked his eyebrow and whistled "Never knew you hide such perfection under all those clothes," and you couldn't help but feel the redness spread through your cheeks again.

He stepped up to you, and you felt his bodyheat, could smell him again, this intoxicating mix of whiskey and cinnamon . Your chest heaved and fell with every deep excited breath you took.

There was an insatiable hunger in his vibrant eyes and he pushed you slowly towards the bed. When the back of your legs hit the bed, you looked up at him.

"Lo, I-" but you couldn't finish when his hands wrapped around your back and with a squeak of yours toppled you over, laying you onto the soft sheets.

Not breaking eye contact, you propped yourself up on your elbows, crawling back, making room for him.

Chuckling lowly, he kneeled down as you watched him pull your panties down. He let out a sharp hiss through his teeth seeing the strings of wetness clinging to your panties snap, as he pulled them lower.

"Fuck Y/n–" was all he was able to mutter as you lifted your legs and he pulled the string of fabric off, smelled on them, and tugged them in his pant pocket.

“Ready to have some fun?” he straightened up, cocked his head, and grabbed his fat hard bulge with his hand, squeezing it and letting out a pleased groan.

You nodded shyly and he bent forward again, moving to hover over you, his eyes eyes so seductive, they seemed to suck you in. His lips were suddenly so close, his breath hot on yours and then he met you for a sultry kiss, lazily working his mouth against yours.

Writhing below him, you lifted your arms to weave your fingers through his soft raven hair, while he rutted his dick against you, thrusting hard against your already swollen sex. You could feel the heat of his erection through his pants, and you were gonna go insane if you didn't feel him inside you soon.

Arching your back, he snaked his hand behind it and undid the latch of your bra with his skilled fingers. Continuing to kiss, he pulled it off, while his mouth trailed down along your cheek, continuing to press hot kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

Once his mouth reached your breast, he started lapping, kneading them with his large calloused hands and you couldn't help but let out a choked gasp. He bit into your nipple, ignoring your sudden shriek. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, moaning out as every lick and nip sent a shiver up your spine. Eventuall pulling back, he released your breast with a plop and looked at you with eager eyes.

You were squirming below him, the heat between your legs burning like a melting furnace, needing more of him as you arched your back, begging for him to please you.

"So needy–"he purred into your inner thigh skin

“Yes,” you whimpered, too drunk on the feeling of him so close, invading all your senses.

His hand slowly snaked downward, coming to a rest over your warm folds and then he slowly slid his fingers over them. First once, then twice with an agonizingly slow pace.

“Gods , so wet,” he shuddered, teasing his fingers over your cunt again while you let out a weak whimper.

He started rubbing your clit, repeatedly dipping down to stroke over your pussy having you choke out one moan after another. With each swipe and flick over your clit you felt the climax nearing until you were right on the edge, closing your eyes in anticipation – but then he pulled his fingers out.

"LOKIIIIII !" You wailed out in frustration, throwing your head back at the sudden loss of stimulation, but he just chuckled lowly.

"What?" a smirk spreading across his face, knowing all too well what you were implying.

You moaned, hating his smugness, and reached down to try to give yourself the much-needed stimulation. But he grabbed your hand, pinning it above your head, latching onto your neck, and started sucking, leaving a reddening mark.

Then he eased two fingers inside of you without a warning. Your eyes went wide and you gasped at the sudden stretch. Clenching around his fingers, that relentless stimulation had the tension inside of you so close to bursting. He kept rutting his fingers in and out of you while you moaned and writhed beneath him, eyes almost crossing with lust.

But then, just as you were about to fall off the edge again, he stopped, pulling his fingers out, holding them high to show you the glistening juices clinging to them.

“Fuck– Loki," you choked, somehow managing to swap him at his broad chest, nearly in tears from being denied again.

He just snickered softly into your neck, teasing his fingers over your quivering cunt as he waited for you to come down.

As your breathing had calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into your pussy. Oversensitive and frustrated as you were, you couldn't help a shuddering moan from falling off your lips. As soon as his dexterous fingers curled up against your special spot, you were a goner, your climax surfacing so quickly, it had you breathless.

All you knew was him inside of you, pumping his fingers into your g-spot. You were speeding toward your orgasm, bucking off the bed, pushing your hips to meet his fingers, wanting him to go deeper. You started whimpering, your cunt tightening around him as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge again. You couldn't form coherent words anymore, desperately needing the release.

When you were about to release, your legs shivering, aching, falling to the side, your walls suddenly clenched around nothing as he pulled his fingers out again.

You almost cried, your body and mind aching with frustration. A teasing grin on his face, he sat back on his heels.

"You did fantastic, kærasta," he pressed a gentle kiss on your mound, making you jerk involuntarily.

Adjusting between your spread legs, he pulled his pants down and off to free his dick. Your eyes, lashes thick with tears, wander down and you gasped, not expecting the sight in front of you. He was big, girthy, and hard, his pink pierced tip dripping precum in excitement. You could see the metal barbells running along his underside and couldn't help but drool at the thought of him inside you.

With a smirk on his face, he grabbed you by the hips, and flipped you over onto your stomach, as if it was nothing. You yelped, surprised by the sudden change in posture. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you towards him. Loki’s hands slid over to your lower back and gently but determinedly pushed you down to lie with your breast flush against the mattress.

Your ass and hips were now raised into the air, his fingers tracing little circles into the skin along your back, making you shiver.

And then you felt it. The hard metal of his piercing, as his tip pressed against your entrance. He slid his cock back and forth over your slick folds, smearing his precum with your juices. You were so oversensitive from all the denial that when the piercing caught your clit you had to bite into the sheets not to cry out loud.

"Lo, please,” you sobbed and pleaded, tears springing to your eyes, so desperate to feel him inside of you.

"I know babe, I got ya–" he said breathily and you just had enough time to take a deep breath before he lowered his body, his tip pressing into you.

Your hands fisted the sheets, your mouth biting into the fabric, the feeling of the metal ring on the tip of his dick rubbing along that special spot being too much. And then the first barbell entered and you bit your lip until it drew blood.

The feeling of him stretching your aching walls had you almost instantly fall over the edge as a loud choked moan spilled from your mouth.

"Shit, babe, I'm gonna—" You squealed out but a sudden sharp pain on your butt cheek had you screaming and ripped you from your blissed-out stupor. Loki ran soothing circles over the reddening spot forming on your skin where his hand had just smacked you.

"Don't cum yet," he scowled and you huffed into the sheets, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes.

Then he pushed in further, groaning with every barbell of his Jacob's ladder disappearing into you. It was more than overwhelming. There was so much of him pressing inside of you and he just kept going in.

“Lo—” having been edged so many times, you were so sensitive, just struggling to last, holding your breath, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of him inside you, his cock filling you to the brim.

But you couldn't.

Your fingers screwed at the bedsheet, your breath hitched in your lungs and all you felt was the burn, the burn of him stretching you so thoroughly.

"Fuck, so damn tight–," he shuddered, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the size of him inside you.

“You OK?” He asked, kissing you softly on your back.

You were only able to respond with a shaky nod of your head, your entire body trembling like a firework close to exploding.

"Ok doll, let's do this," he purred into your ear after he gave you a moment more. And with that he started moving at a frantic pace, making you cry out loud.

With the piercings rubbing all the right spots, being so overstimulated, and finally being able to let go, you felt yourself hurl towards the edge, all feelings focused on him ramming in and out of you.

It sent heat into your gut, made your toes curl, as a tingling feeling increased and spread throughout your body, the coil winding tighter in your core, growing, tensing with each of his movements.

With everything focused on his pierced cock driving in and out of you, causing delicious friction at just the right spots, you forgot about your surroundings.

You could barely process anything anymore, your mind too dumb with the white heat starting to burn your insides. You slowly felt your composure crumbling and struggled to hold back your orgasm.

His hips bucked into you at an unforgiving speed, making you bounce from the force, each rut pushing you closer to your high. You couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure too intense, your mind whitening out. You were crying for real now, lashes thick with tears.

"That's it, gorgeous, cum for me," Loki groaned, breathless, close himself.

That's all it took for you to go spiraling, falling as the coil snapped, sending the first intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your walls clamped down on him, increasing the pressure, each thrust feeling better, more intense.

You buried your face into the soft bed sheets, moaning desperately as yet another orgasm hit you full force, wrecking your body and your mouth dropped open for a high-pitched cry.

Loki was starting to lose it as well, lazy eyes hazy with pleasure, his climax building with every feverish thrust of his behind you. You heard him groaning, swearing under his breath, diving into you while you kept coming around his dick.

With a final broken moan, his hips stuttered to a halt, and you felt him twitch inside you as he came, pumping you full of his seed, while he panted above you, his hair sticking to his face in sweaty strands.

Giving his hips a few more agonizingly slow thrusts, he pushed his cum around, making a sticky mess between you and his pelvic.

A few moments later, he slid out of you. You instantly collapsed onto the bed, not having him hold you up anymore, your combined juices seeping out between your puffy folds and dripping down, making a puddle on the sheets.

It was suddenly so quiet, only your quickened breaths filling the silence between you both. He laid down on his back next to you, looking at you, his hand on your back, drawing small circles with his fingers into your skin.

You turn your head to meet his gaze, your face all red, black mascara smeared across it and your eyes still teary.

A big grin spread across his face as he snarled, " You look fucked out,Y/n.

"Well, that's an understatement," you sputtered into the sheets, still too weak and worn out to move.

"Come here” laughed out loud, genuinely, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close to him, ignoring your meager whines about having to move your sore limbs.

Nestling against his warm chest, you inhaled his masculine scent mingled with the smell of warm sex and fresh orgasm. It was delicious.

He kissed the crown of your head, humming in approval as you laid your hand on his stomach, tracing little circles into his soft,pale skin .

"So, what are we doing next? Going back?" You mumbled, rather sleepy.

"Nope ,I am not done with you yet .😈

[fairytsuk1]

getting katsuki gifts for the holidays was like trying to teach a monkey to dance, it was impossible.

you'd whined, mumbling about how the two of you had enough money to buy most items you wanted; katsuki also never seemed to never ask for things specifically.

"so, katsuki... the holidays are coming up!"

he's picking at his ordered in take-out, and you can see his displeasure at the lack of peppers as he picks through his kung pao chicken.

"yeah, already got your gift," and he's giving you smirk that makes you sweat, "are you sure you got the right chicken? this shit tastes like the fuckin' kids menu."

your eyes get caught on the wedding band wrung around his fingers, sailing the veins of his forearm till you can see his bulging biceps in the black muscle shirt. was your husband hand-carved by gods? seemed likely.

"mmm, no, it should be the kung pao chicken, want me to chop some chilies up for you?"

you're standing before he can protest, taking out your knives and chopping boards, "and you already have my gift? I don't have your gift, yet."

the box of take-out is set down as your husband circles his arm around your waist to leave soft kisses on the column of your neck.

"yeah, 'cause you don't love me," and a thankful hand squeezes your ass just to show his appreciation for the chopping of chilies, "...whatcha gonna get me?"

his hands are still wandering, and you're thinking more of what his talented fingers could do than his stupid gift, "i'm not supposed to tell, you know. santa's elves might get me into a whole lotta trouble."

he gropes you even more fiercely, and you can feel his pressing need against your back.

"fuck santa,"

he carries you off in a fit of giggles to your shared bedroom.

-

the bookstore was fairly crowded and you felt thankful you could slip by unnoticed and browse the various books of romance or sci-fi; katsuki didn't even seem like a sci-fi guy so each row left you feeling panicky and like a bad wife the further and further you went.

"excuse me, do you have any classical romance?"

the timbre of the voice makes your heart stop. It sounded just like, well, katsuki! your legs are thrumming with the knee-jerk reaction to tackle him to the ground, but you were literally buying his gift! the surprise would be ruined, and you're dashing into the row of cookbooks to calm yourself.

maybe it's not even him. you know what they say, just because it sounds like katsuki doesn't mean it is! you're affirming yourself silently when footsteps grow close, and your husband is flashing by you in seconds.

it is katsuki!

"i'm fucked."

your eyes follow the object of your love, his strong hands randomly pick books out of nowhere, but there's grumbles of displeasure as he skims the summary and grimaces at the cover. he didn't know that much about books, but you deserved something special.

you'd dealt with all the hero stuff (being gone for long periods of time and coming home nearly dead was no news to you), always made him lunch or dinner, and frankly... katsuki found his eyes drifting to a sleeping baby in its stroller.

he'd started thinking more like that. so the gift had to be pretty damn good!

a man strikes up conversation, and you smile at the idea that katsuki wasn't just factually married, but he gave that aura too. yeah, that was your man.

"i'm shoppin' for my wife," straight to the point and he's already grumbling at having to interact with this person for more than a minute.

"wow! a true husband, what's with the books then? looking to open your marriage?"

it's a joke that katsuki doesn't find funny, you do however and you're sure this conversation would be going very differently.

"fuck no. i'm just lookin' for somethin' good," there's a brief pause in his words, and katsuki looks askance at having to provide a reason why, "she does a lot for me. want her to know I appreciate it."

a beating heart is soothed by the words. your hormones run wild at his mild love declaration, and you're grinning like a mad man.

katsuki wakes up on christmas morning to find his absolute favorite thing; you.

and the book he got was pretty damn good, too.

[a-flaming-idiot]

So remembered an animatic that said every Ladybug holder was destined to abandon their Black Cat and they'd never see each other again. So I quickly threw together a set of curses for all the Chinese Box.

Ladybug - They are destined to always die alone with their goals unaccomplished

Black Cat - They are fated to always be abandoned by the person they hold closest

Fox - They are fated to always destroy the person they love most

Turtle - When it counts most they won’t be able to protect those they hold most dear

Bee - They are fated to drive others away at their most vulnerable

Butterfly - They are fated to have their good intentions twisted sour

Peacock - They are fated to put their faith and love into the wrong person and destroy themselves

Snake - At the end of things, they will always end up alone

Dragon - They are fated to never have the strength they most need

Bunny - They are destined to see the worst fates of their friends repeat over and over again with no chance to save them

Tiger - They are destined to always squeeze too tight and break those they love

Pig - Their kindness and desire to help will be their downfall

Mouse - They are fated to feel the weight of every task and eventually be crushed by it

Ox - They are cursed to be destroyed by their own growing doubt

Horse - They are fated to always be a moment too slow and be ruined by it

Monkey - Their happiness will come at the cost of the misery of others

Goat - They will be consumed by their passion and desires

Dog - They will devote their lives to a goal and only in their last moments realize they were wrong

Rooster - The people they hold closest will be unreachable

My rough idea is that the Miraculous of the Chinese Miracle Box are so powerful that their magic naturally backlashes onto the user in the form of a curse. So if someone wears a Miraculous for too long, they will be doomed to the curse even if they take it off.

[docwritesshit]

Period Comfort from your resident emo

Synopsis: Just... Period comfort with Macaque

Genre: Fluff!

Pairing: Macaque x Reader

Word count: 544

Authors note: I just started my cycle and asked my friend who I should write for period comfort and they said Macaque so here I am

You groaned into your pillow, another wave of pain shooting through your body. The heating pad on your abdomen was doing its best, but your cramps weren’t going down without a fight it seemed.

You exhaled slowly, reaching over to your phone to try and see if anything on it would help distract you from your torment. You pulled your noise cancelling headphones from its charger, putting them on.

You unlocked your phone, scrolling through the various apps you had to see which one caught your eye. Then another stab from your uterus made you hiss, and flop back down on your bed.

Why must the world punish your because you were made to have kids? You were in no need of them right now, and not gonna be ready for them for a while, maybe even for your whole life.

A notification dinging brought your attention back to your phone. You looked and smiled when you saw the contact.

<3 My Dramatic Furry Emo<3

Darling, are you free tonight? There’s a new show in town for a few days and I was wondering if you wanted to go to it.

You frowned, texting back.

I’m so sorry, my uterus is currently murdering me and it gonna last me a few days TuT

Ah. I see, Ill be right with you shortly.

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, and jumped when you heard a knock outside your bedroom door.

“Come in!” You called out.

Macaque strode in, looking over your form. He squinted at the heating pad on your stomach, the noise cancelling headphones, and the open bottle of pain killers on your bedside table. He shook his head, but smirked

“If you need anything, you do know you don’t have to hesitate to say something, right?” He inquired. You scoffed, moving a bit to make room for him on your rather tiny bed.

“I would have, but I didnt need anything,” You insisted. Macaque raised an eyebrow.

“… I would have liked some chocolate.” You mumbled. Macaque chuckled, reaching into a portal he created and pulling out a small box.

“You’re lucky I picked this up yesterday to surprise you with today. It seemed my foresight comes in handy.” He quipped. You suddenly ripped the box from his grasped, opening it.

“Awww, you got me my favorites!” You cheered. Macaque smiled, walking towards your closet as you ravenged the box, watching the shadow monkey collect blankets and pillows.

“Uhhh, what are you doing?” You asked. Macaque just replied with a smug grin, and trotted back over, seeming to construct walls out of the materials, as well as wrapping you up.

“Macaque!” You squealed as he wrapped you both in the blankets. He chuckled, taking the box from your grasp.

“I think this calls for a does of sleepy cuddles and rest. Doctors orders.” He stated. You snorted, but snuggled up to him. He purred softly, wrapping his tail around your midriff, squeezing a bit to put some pressure on your abdomen to help with the pain.

“You know I’m here for you no matter what, right dear?” He whispered in your hair. You smiled against his chest, and sighed in content.

“I know, you’re always here. You’re my warrior after all.”

[babychosen]

i've been denying how i feel (you've been denying what you want)

the line between a work trip and a girls trip quickly blurs as amanda and courtney spend a weekend away word count: 1985

thank you @sage-lights for always believing in me

The few days of Buffer Festival felt like a lifetime to Courtney and Amanda. In the mornings they explored the city and its quaint cafes and picturesque parks, and then in the afternoon and evenings they got to dress up and hit the stage. It was a vacation, even if it wasn’t. Their work trip was becoming a girls trip as time passed and neither of them wanted to admit it.

The magnetic connection between the pair grew stronger as time passed. After they went out on stage during the screening on the first day of the festival, Amanda felt something shift. Courtney’s staring became almost too much to handle and Amanda began to worry the audience would catch onto the invisible tether that had the two of them roped together all night.

After the show and the meet and greet the first night, Amanda was filled with awe, and unexpectedly: passion. At first it felt friendly, like admiration, but it morphed into something Amanda knew she shouldn’t feel. She wanted to feel close to Courtney—needed to, even.

The car radio hummed lowly in the background of their late-night drive through downtown Toronto. Amanda’s eyes were closed for the most part, trying to block out the blinding street lights. With Courtney’s head resting on her shoulder, she was sure she could fall asleep if she let herself doze off.

Amanda came back to consciousness a little when she heard the volume of the radio turn up. She opened her eyes to peer at Kiana in the front seat reaching forward to turn the volume knob, saying something about how much she likes the song. Amanda immediately recognized it as ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys. She was familiar with it, but not too familiar. She shut her eyes again, blocking out the lights and listening in.

I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week

She felt Courtney shift closer into her side—if getting closer was even possible. Amanda convinced herself it was just a pothole in the road that jostled them around.

Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

Courtney placed a hand on top of Amanda’s knee, and Amanda knew there was no pothole that could make a person do that. She wished she had worn anything but a dress and pantyhose, because there was basically no barrier between the warmth of Courtney’s hand and the skin of Amanda’s knee. 

Amanda wasn’t one to pay attention to lyrics, but Courtney’s actions felt in sync with the words. Amanda tuned out the song once again, trying to focus her attention anywhere but on the hand on her leg and Courtney’s uncanny timing.

It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you

There was no room for doubting herself when Amanda felt Courtney move their hand inward on her thigh and squeeze lightly. Amanda inhaled shakingly, hoping the ride would come to an end soon for the sake of her sanity.

She tried not to dwell too much on their car ride, because it would only lead her to making assumptions that she shouldn’t (like letting herself believe Courtney reciprocated her desire for affection).

When they parted ways at their hotel Amanda could still feel the pull between them. She longed to be closer to Courtney and the temptation to walk down the hall and knock on Courtney’s door kept Amanda up all night. She convinced herself to stay put but still replayed the possibilities in her head over and over again until she fell asleep that night.

The second night went a little differently. It was tame…

“Why are you still carrying around one Timbit, Amanda? It’s probably cold and hard by now,” Courtney playfully prodded her.

“It’s a souvenir! Don’t judge me.” Amanda let out a firm huff and crossed her arms over her chest, the lone pastry rattling around in the box in her hand. “Besides, how else will I show people that I won the Great Debate?”

Courtney stared at the glaring sash across Amanda’s chest. “I don’t know, Master Debater… you tell me.” They reached across the elevator and ran a finger along the silky fabric of the sash. Their fingers brushed over Amanda’s stomach lightly and it sent a chill throughout her body. 

Amanda’s knee-jerk reaction was to pull away because she knew it was wrong, but the elevator door opened before her mind even had the time to process the touch.

Courtney pulled their hand away from Amanda and walked out into the hotel hallway as if they hadn’t just caused Amanda’s heart rate to quicken.

“You know, maybe you should keep that Timbit. Take it home, Angela might want it,” Courtney wondered, turning around to face Amanda as they walked backwards towards their hotel rooms. Amanda gave Courtney a toothy grin, because she knew damn well they were right.

Amanda stopped when she reached her room door, and Courtney walked a few steps further to their own.

They exchanged quiet goodnights and Amanda slid her keycard into the door, swiftly turning the handle to open it. Before she could fully step into her room, a voice stopped her: “Hey, we don’t have to check out until later in the morning tomorrow. Wanna watch a movie?”

She took a step back into the hallway and smiled at Courtney. “I thought you would never ask.” 

Courtney slipped their key card into the door, opened it, and then tossed the card at Amanda.

Amanda excused herself to her room to change into something more comfortable for the evening. She slipped into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a hoodie after removing her makeup, and exited her own room. She walked down the hall to Courtney’s, using the keycard they had given her to use to get in without having to knock. Just walking in felt… wrong, but they were close friends—just friends. Amanda pushed the door open to see Courtney already tucked under a blanket on the bed with their own hoodie on.

“Amandaaa,” Courtney drawled, reaching out her arms towards Amanda. “It’s cold. Get under the covers and never get up again.”

Amanda tiptoed to the bed, lifting up the blankets and sliding underneath them. It was already warm and cozy, and Amanda loved it 

“I didn’t realize there was such a tiny list of movies for us to pick from… so, it looks like we can either watch an old western, or a cheesy Hallmark holiday movie. Pick your poison,” Courtney laughed.

“At that point I’d almost rather watch something on one of our phones… I guess a Hallmark movie works. I mean, they can’t all be bad, right?” Amanda asked, wishing for the best.

… until it wasn’t. 

The second night was giving in to temptation. It was throwing caution to the wind because they were in a romantic city and the circumstances felt just right.

Amanda spent the entire movie realizing that her suspicions of Courtney sharing similar feelings towards her were not founded on nothing. 

It started with Courtney cuddling into Amanda’s side, keeping her arms and legs to herself. 

And then they draped a leg over Amanda’s body after a fit of laughter. 

And then an arm, which led to a hand snaking underneath Amanda’s hoodie. (Courtney claimed they were cold, as if the covers over top of them weren’t enough warmth. Amanda didn’t complain.)

Courtney roamed her hand all over Amanda’s torso to places it probably shouldn’t go, but Amanda couldn’t stop her when the heat at her core was ripping her resolve to shreds.

The movie ended and a silence fell over them. Amanda’s hand was on Courtney’s back, gripping lightly at their tank top as the pads of Courtney’s fingers traced the skin below Amanda’s breasts.

The air in the room was heady and suffocating. Amanda couldn’t tell if she was the only one breathing so heavily, but she didn’t care. She knew Courtney could feel the light buck of Amanda’s hips and the squirming under their touch that she just couldn’t quell—the complete, unrestrained desire that she had been feeling all night.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure, Amanda. You feel this, too, don’t you?” Courtney rasped, gesturing between them.

Amanda answered by sucking in her bottom lip and nodding. 

Hearing Courtney say she felt it too was transcendent.

The following morning didn’t feel right. It was a feeling Amanda couldn’t quite put her finger on.

They went for breakfast in the morning, took their coffees to-go and walked around a park for a couple of hours. They marvelled at the leaves changing colours and basked in the cool weather. The pair soaked up every last bit of the city that they could before they had to make their way to the airport and board a flight back to LA.

But the previous night was never brought up. Not at breakfast or at the park. Not in the airport or on the flight home. Not even back at the office, a week after returning.

So now, in the middle of their first shoot week back, Amanda’s beginning to crack under the pressure. She didn’t consider the fact that she would reach her limit—that telling herself to forget it ever happened would become too burdensome to handle.

They’re professionals, so Amanda assumed hiding the tension from their fellow cast members would be a breeze, but people caught on, and soon enough the chatter reached Amanda’s ears one lunch hour. Courtney was well within earshot too, so she knew that they heard it too. Amanda heard something along the lines of ‘Did something happen on their trip?’, though she knew it was with good intentions. She knew this cast was better than stooping low enough to gossip.

At the end of the day, she was determined to talk to Courtney and smooth things over. Apologize if she had to, but hopefully just settle the tension.

After a Smosh Mouth shoot, Amanda pulled her phone out of her back pocket to send a text to Courtney, but was greeted instead by a text from them.

Court 🌻 hey. meet me in the art dept? everyone’s left for the day already

It was short, but Amanda didn’t sense any hostility in the message. She wasn’t surprised to hear from Courtney first, considering how prompt both of them can be.

She made her way to the art department and found the doors almost fully shuttered, but the lights still on. Amanda easily pushed open the door and saw Courtney leaning over the workshop table, nervously fiddling with their thumbs.

“Hi,” Amanda said timidly. She pulled the sliding doors closed and paused in the doorway. “I-”

“I’m sorry, Amanda.” Courtney interrupted, turning around to face her. “I’ve been ignoring you and it’s unfair. I should have told you that I was processing things. Instead I pushed it away and I dealt with it on my own.”

Amanda nodded sympathetically, knowing all too well where they’re coming from. “You could have talked to me—I also could have talked to you,” she admitted.

“Yeah, well, unfortunately we’re both a little dumb.”

“Hey! No, we’re just… navigating uncharted territory. Shit’s hard, Court,” Amanda reasoned.

Courtney nodded with a frown still tugging at the corners of lips. Amanda noticed and opened her arms to welcome them into a hug. Courtney didn’t hesitate to practically fall into Amanda’s embrace.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything-”

“Well, what if I want it to mean something?” Courtney asked, her voice muffled by Amanda’s hair.

Amanda struggled not to let her giddiness show. “Then I-I guess it can mean something.”

Courtney pulled back from the hug. She looked up at Amanda and kept her arms wrapped around her waist. “What do we do about the rumours going around?”

“What they don’t know can’t hurt them.” Amanda smirked, eagerly pulling Courtney in for a kiss.

[rxmqnova]

For your Wanda’s daughter series, can you write like a flashback of Wanda finding out she’s pregnant? And like what she did and thought that day before deciding to become a mother? <33

The best decision

Y/N: 11 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "And then Peter landed on our window and everyone started running there. Our english teacher was so mad. It was so funny" Y/N giggles, happily telling Natasha what happened at school today while holding her hand and walking around the compound as the redhead only just picked her up from school.

"How could be a mad english teacher funny?" Natasha chuckles, squeezing Y/N's hand a little bit.

"He always does a funny face when he's mad. Like this" The little brunette pouts her lips and scrunches her face, showing Natasha the face of her angry english teacher on which Natasha can't help but let out a laugh.

"Let's find your mom, cheeky. I bet she'll want to hear your story too" The redhead smiles, leading Y/N to the kitchen where will they most definitely find Wanda.

As expected Wanda is in the kitchen and baking cookies which makes Y/N squeal happily immediately because her mom makes the best cookies ever.

"Mama, can I help?!" Y/N rushes to Wanda, wrapping her arms around her and looking up at her with the sweetest smile and puppy eyes.

"Hello to you too, baby" Wanda chuckles, bending down and pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"Hi, mommy. Can I help? Please, please" Y/N tries again.

"I'm almost done, but of course you can, honey. Go wash your hands and then you can help me" Wanda watches her daughter with a smile as her mini me runs away to the bathroom.

It takes only a few minutes until the girl is back, ready to help her mom with the cookies. And so she does, helping Wanda with the last round of cookies while telling her the story that happened at school today.

"And done" Wanda announces, closing the owen to let the cookies bake. "Homework time" She announces which doesn't go without a whine from her daughter.

"But my homework is stupid. I'm supposed to do a family tree, but I only have you" Y/N mumbles, a pout on her face as she crosses her arms and sits down on a chair.

"Well, what about uncle Pietro? Or your grandparents? I'm sure we'll think of something. I'll bring some photos, hm?" Wanda smiles warmly, kissing the top of her daughter's head.

While Wanda is in her room, looking for the photos. Y/N's in hers for a paper and crayons, so she could make the best family tree.

They meet in the kitchen again and sit down at the table. Wanda takes some photos out of the box she keeps them while Y/N's just watching her curiously.

"Look. Here's uncle Pietro and me" Wanda smiles at the memory, showing her daughter the photo.

"What happened there?" The little monkey asks curiously.

"We took the picture on the day I found out that I'd be having a baby"

—————————— 12 years ago…

Wanda walks out of the bathroom, her eyes puffy from crying. She's only 17, how can she take care of a baby?

"Wanda, what's wrong?" Pietro rushes to his sister, wrapping his arms around her when Wanda bursts into tears again.

Not being able to say a single word, Wanda just hands his brother the positive pregnancy test she's been holding.

"I'm gonna kill him" Pietro's jaw clenches from how mad he is, anger building up in him on the thought of his sister's ex-boyfriend, so he turns around, ready to leave and find that guy.

"No, no, please don't" Wanda catches his arm in the last second. "Wanda, he hurt you. He won't get away with nothing" Pietro sighs.

He's always hated that man, especially after he cheated on his sister. But Wanda's still heartbroken from what he did to her. She doesn't want to see him again, she can't see him again.

"No, please, no. I don't want to see him again" Wanda cries out, holding her brother for her dear life.

Pietro wraps his arms around his sister protectively, allowing her to cry into his shoulder while he's thinking about what will be the best for his sister.

"I'm scared" Wanda whispers after a while, her voice breaking. "How will I take care of a baby?" Another few tears escape the young girl's eyes as she's looking at her brother and hoping he'll come up with something.

"You have me, Wanda, and I'll always be here to help you" Pietro says softly, pulling his sister in for another hug. "We'll get through it together, yeah? You have nothing to worry about. I'm here with you" He tells his sister, keeping his arms wrapped around the scared girl and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Look, let's take a picture and one day we'll be happily looking at it with the tiny one"

Pietro takes the polaroid camera the twins own, holding it as far as he can, so both of them would be in the photo. He counts to three, both smiling as he presses the camera.

"… What if I won't be a good mom?" Wanda suddenly sighs concerned, sitting down on a couch and burying her head into her hands.

Pietro immediately sits down next to his sister, rubbing her back. "You're the most caring person I know, Wanda. You'll be the best mom ever. He's so lucky to have you as a mom"

"He?" Wanda questions, looking at her brother and raising an eyebrow. "What if it's a girl?" She asks teasingly on which Pietro rolls his eyes playfully.

"Either way, I can't wait to cause troubles with him… or her" Pietro says, finally making Wanda let out a small chuckle and making her think that maybe it won't be that bad.

She'll have her tiny human who will love her… another little member to her small family. Her brother's excitement is definitely helping her to decide what to do… because in that moment Wanda knew that keeping the baby will be the best decision she can make.

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Wanda Maximoff masterlist

Masterlist

[ystk-archive]

“I thought the dress I designed (since I couldn’t find the type of clothes I had in mind) turned out so well that I used a photo of it for the single’s cover art. I did the animation in the music video too; the video and the cover art match with the pink and black-and-white color scheme. The video’s concept was a store for girls that has a white interior and sells cosmetics alongside other goods.” – Nakata Yasutaka

(Song descriptions by Nakata Yasutaka)

Candy Cutie While I was making this song I thought to myself: “I’m glad I was born in the era of electricity and computers.” It's cute and sounds like it's blasting through the streets at full speed.

call me call me I wanted to try making party breakbeats. 1.2.3.4 yay

Candy Cutie (Monkey Party mix) remixed by KOFTA KOFTA (a music unit consisting of PINE*am’s Takashi Tsugumi and Readymade Records’ Arai Toshiya) did this remix. It’s stimulating and funky. I think it’ll be popular in the club.

Candy Cutie (no----Nashville mix) remixed by Plus-Tech Squeeze Box If there was some kind of world competition for cut-up/sampling pop, this remix by PSB would without a doubt win the championship.

[ceruleanmusings]

Blood Diamond; Year Two

Year One tw: injury, blood

"James, seriously. You need to stop."

Brooke had enough.

She woke up having had enough.

Because James either kept getting out of his bed and into her room, cannon-balling onto her to rouse her from her beauty sleep or worse. He stayed in his room but bounced on his bed. And kept bouncing. And kept bouncing. And kept bouncing. No matter how many times she grabbed him, laid him down, and tucked his blankets around him to keep him in place. The springs squeaked, the box board rattled, and the wooden posts scratched against the floor.

They'd just had the carpet pulled and replaced. Brooke didn't want to spend another day scrubbing vomit or pee out of the stubborn fibers. And this is what she got in return.

It was all Sterling's fault. He said James was ready for a "big boy" bed. Brooke knew better. She always knew better. But Sterling was the "fun" parent and he couldn't not let James get what he wanted. Especially when he batted his eyes and flashed a wide smile while cooing "I love you, daddy."

She was the one who breastfed him at all hours of the night until he finally took to a bottle. She was the one who kept getting sick time and time again whenever he caught something from daycare. She was the one who had to sing the same incessant, obnoxious songs to get him to fall asleep.

Where were her "I love you"s?

Not from James, but from her husband.

James dropped them all the time, usually when he grabbed at her skirt with his jelly-covered hands to pull himself into the chair she'd finally had time to relax in or when he slammed his sweaty, dirty body into him after playing in the mud at the park. Sterling, though? One would've thought they weren't married by the way he came in through the door and immediately scooped James up and loved on him. She'd only get a kiss on the cheek as an afterthought. Couldn't she get some attention? Didn't her hard work dealing with James all day deserve some recognition?

Now she had to deal with him all night too?

James' eyes sparkled as he continued bouncing, not even flinching when she turned on his sheep lamp and the light cut through the darkness. He clutched a stuffed monkey to his chest, covering up the star emblazoned on the front of his purple t-shirt. Clouds decorated the bottoms of the matching sleep-set. He'd be cute if it weren't 3 in the morning.

"Stop jumping!" Brooke demanded.

James just giggled. "Watch me go higher, Mommy!"

"No. You need to sleep!"

He shook his head. His long hair, curled at the ends, twisted from side to side. "I don't want to sleep!"

"Well I want to sleep but i can't do that when you're jumping on your bed."

"Sleep later! Come play with me, Mommy!" That got him to stop jumping. He held out one small hand, fingers splayed, eyes round and sweet as ever. "I want to play with you."

That's how he did it. How he got everyone to coo and cuddle him. With those eyes and that smile. Everyone ate out the palm of his hand.

But Brooke frowned and crossed her arms. She was immune to that game. She was the one who invented it. How else was she going to stand out amongst those airheads that threw themselves all over Sterling? And the thing was, she worked it so well he thought that she came onto him when it was really the other way around. She laid down the pieces, got him to play her game. And he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. He was the one who got them to where they were. So why did he feel like it was appropriate to booze it up in some bar, playing the same four uncomplicated chords, leaving her to deal with having her one little bit of "me time" taken away because James wanted to play?

It was so selfish of him.

"No. It's too late. You need to sleep." She pointed at the mattress where unkempt sheets had been pushed to the end of the bed. "Now."

James stared at her, head tilted to the side, arm curling back to his chest, squeezing the monkey tight. "Sleep after?"

Now he was negotiating? What made him think he could do that? Tightening her robe around her, she crossed her arms and stared back at him. "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but I don't make deals. Lay down, put your head on the pillow, and go. To. Sleep."

"No!" The word burst out of him, loud and sure with so much defiance his eyes hardened to amber.

She gaped at him. Never had he uttered anything with such impertinence. Was that the game he wanted to play? Thinking he could control her? "Fine." She threw her hands up. Let him play. "Keep jumping. Jump until you fall off and hit your head. See if i care." If he didn't want to listen, he could suffer the consequences. She ignored his elongated whine, his crumbling face and wobbling lips, eye scrubbing. She wasn't going to fall for his act. It's what he got for not obeying. He was Sterling's son, indeed.

Her back was turned when it happened so she didn't know if he jumped again or maybe if his legs got caught up in the blankets to chase after her. But she heard the thud. Felt the thud. And covered her ears at his piercing wails.

He lay crumpled on the floor, eyes screwed shut, face red as he pushed out a loud cry. Seconds later a trickle of blood dripped between his eyes, rolling down the slope of his forehead. He popped onto his feet in seconds, monkey laying abandoned on the ground as he rushed to her.

She grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping his momentum, holding him in place. Fat tears streaked down is cheeks and his hot, heaving breaths buffeted her face.

"No! James—you can't get blood on silk. It'll never come out," she said, holding him out at arm's length. His little feet scraped at the ground, trying to propel him forward, arms outstretched, hands grabbing at air.

And Sterling doesn't have to deal with this mess either.

Pushing out a long sigh, she got back to her feet, held both his hands in her own, and walked him into his bathroom. The harsh, bright light made her blink a couple times and she pointed James to sit on the edge of the bathtub while she waited for them to adjust. Once she could see properly, she quickly found a navy towel beneath the sink—navy hid blood well. She couldn't bring any risk to her good white towels. Grimacing at the puffy face staring back at her in the mirror, her grip tightened on the towel and she pressed it to James' forehead.

"I told you you weren't ready for that bed."

@witchofinterest @myloveforhergoeson @raging-violets @partiallypearl

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Prompts kiss Number 5 for Satsuki Ito with sexy model s/o please...🙏

Satsuki Ito:

5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Satsuki was nervous.

Someone might think it was because he was afraid of getting in trouble with you, because releasing a weak man into a room full of other stunning models was certainly a recipe for disaster. But Satsuki wasn’t worried about having a wandering eye, he was worried about appearing as the best boyfriend he could be. Had you talked about him with the others? Did they know of his many fumbles? Did some of them question whether or not he was a good match for you?

Not to mention that, despite dating for the past few months, he still got nervous butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, leaving him a little awkward. He was getting used to just being himself around you but there were still moments where he thought he could be cooler, acting like the suave boyfriend who should make sure you were having fun and that you felt safe while doing it. He doesn’t think he’s a total failure but when he stuttered or inadvertently avoided a topic that caused too much stress (like PDA) he had a tendency to look extra goofy.

The biggest stressor was the fact he knew you would look gorgeous, the theme providing outfits that are elegant and just suited you perfectly. You had sent him teasing pictures with just the frilly edge of an outfit or a face half-hidden selfie; even that had his thoughts swimming with how painfully lucky he was to have caught your eye, and how he couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face in person again. He can’t help that you’re invading his thoughts, although it might be natural since he’s on his way to see you.

He’s looked at suspiciously when he entered the set, showing the phone with your texts; he waited patiently as security dipped into the back to check with you personally. Things had just ended for the day, the backdrops already packed away and the rest of the crew cleaning up their equipment. He felt antsy just standing there and when he saw a worker was struggling, he couldn’t help but speak up.

“You need help with that?”

Iori had always encouraged a strong sense of community, of helping others when they need it even if they’re not asking directly. He implied there were nuances, and Reo said Satsuki’s monkey brain would never understand said nuances, but he thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. The person looked relieved, and Satsuki helped carry box after box into a van waiting out back, getting grateful pats on the shoulder as thanks for his work. He felt a little more at ease now, grinning and waving off the praise being heaped on him as he returned to the main area to await your arrival.

“Satsuki!” It seemed you had been left waiting for him while he worked, your arms flinging around him and squeezing him tight. “I was looking all over for you!”

“S-sorry, someone needed help and I—” You silenced him with a kiss, causing him to freeze in place; he was already trying to figure out where to place his hands when you hugged him, and now you were kissing him?! There wasn’t a large audience, and no one was really looking at you two, but his nerves were getting the better of him.

The kiss is no less filled with passion, not with someone like Satsuki, who truly didn’t believe in half-assing anything. Especially not kissing you. Before you pulled away he took control of his brain again, hand sliding to the back of your neck and keeping you pressed against him for a moment longer. You could’ve stayed like that all day, but if you did that, it would absolutely draw an audience and Satsuki may never kiss you in public again. It didn’t make the kiss feel any less electric, Satsuki’s lips still tingling even after you pulled away.

There’s a chorus of giggling that caused his back to straighten and his face to turn as red as his hair, seeing a group of your friends peering around the corner with interested eyes. You turned to see what he was staring at and laughed too, shooing them away with a hand movement before hooking your arm with his.

“Ignore them! We’re going on a date, right?”

“Y-y-yeah!” Satsuki sputtered, with you squeezing his arm to give a little reassurance. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go…!”

You knew Satsuki had his worries about being a good enough boyfriend for you, but in the end, you had no doubts.

[navibluebees]

could i get Z-Dog x daughter reader (platonic obvs) where the reader and Spider are yelling then Quaritch gets mad at reader but Mama Z-Dog comes and saves the day?

if not that's fine, i hope you have a good day/night!

Of course! This is such a cute idea & I've been mulling it over trying to think of the best way to do it, so I hope I did it justice~

Mommy Issues

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"Look. I can't find it. You're the only other person who needs one. You obviously took it."

You were propped up on the small cot beside your mother's. Spider was standing at the end, confronting you about taking his mask. You rolled your eyes, waving yours around. "Mine is right. here. And anyway, why does it matter? Just go get another one, it's not that serious."

"I can't get just any mask. I need that one. It's... sentimental."

You sat up, putting your reading tablet down. "You have got to be kidding me. It's just a stupid mask."

His eyes glared sharply at you and you shrank away. "I literally don't know what to tell you, just leave me alone."

"Stop deflecting, I know you have to have it on you somewhere. Please. I need it."

You inhaled deeply, starting to speak slowly. "I. do. not. have. it. Go. away."

He growled. "You don't have to speak slowly. Just because I grew up in the forest doesn't make me stupid!"

You rose from the cot. "I never said you were! I just said I didn't have your stupid mask!

His hands balled into fists. "IT'S! NOT! STUPID!"

You faced off, temper flaring, about to open your mouth.

"For the love of God, stop yelling!" Quaritch stomped over to the two of you, hands on his hips. "What is going on?"

Spider turned to him and rattled off how you had taken his mask and wouldn't give it back. Your jaw popped open. "I said I didn't fucking have it, monkey boy!"

Quaritch honed his attention on her, eyes blazing. "Just give it back, say sorry and move on, little girl."

Your eyes started to tear up and you felt your body trembling when a hand came down on your shoulder.

"What the hell, Quaritch?" Your mom had come back from the shower, and stepped forward, gently moving you behind her.

"It's Colonel to you."

She scoffed. "Only with work. This is about the kids. On equal ground."

You tugged desperately on her arm. "Mom, Spider says I took his mask, but I swear I didn't. Mom, I didn't do it, I promise!"

She gently shushed you, smoothing your hair and wrapping her hand tightly around yours. "If my kid said she didn't do it, then she didn't. do. it. Walk away."

He bared his teeth to your mom, but she stood her ground, a low growling rising in her throat.

"Uh, Colonel?" Prager called from across the room.

"What?!" He sighed as he spun to see Prager sheepishly waving Spider's mask that had fallen behind some of the supply boxes. Quaritch breathed deeply through his nose and Spider looked simultaneously relieved and embarrassed.

Quaritch looked your mom in the eyes. "Sorry for berating your kid, Z-dog." He nudged Spider's shoulder and Spider averted his gaze and muttered a quiet "sorry". Quaritch put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around, walking over to the supply boxes with him.

You felt a finger swipe a stray tear from under your eyes and glanced up to see your mom crouched in front of you. "Thanks, Mom," you sniffed. She gently held her hand against your cheek.

"Of course, Y/N. I'm your mom. I've got your back."

You threw your arms around her neck, squeezing her tight until she fell back. She laughed and tapped you gently. "Alright alright, kid. It's okay." She maneuvered her way up and swung you up in her arms before plopping you back onto your cot. "Get some rest, Y/N." She ruffled your hair before slipping into her own cot and giving you a reassuring smile. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

[withered-owll]

„Good old days but not really…”

"The sun was slowly going down. Merchants were slowly closing their stalls and stores at the nearby market. To Xiyang, it was just another day of work in the tea shop owned by his buyer. He was about to place the last of the boxes filled with camomile tea from the latest delivery when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him from the distance. "Xiyang!"  Another monkey with fur the color of Chinese almond cookies was running towards him, waving her hand with a big smile plastered on her face. Right after her followed a female demon with ghostly pale skin and short dark hair. One of her horns was broken off, but she didn't seem to mind. She followed the smaller monkey with an amused yet soft smile. "Huh?" The dark auburn monkey demon turned around. "Chu-Hua! Momo!" He exclaimed, placing the last box down with the rest, before the smaller monkey jumped onto him, hugging him tightly. A shy blush crept upon his cheeks as Chu-Hua squeezed him. "Are you done for today?" she asked, letting him go and taking a few steps back. "I'll have to check in with Master first to make sure he doesn't need anything else, why?" He tilted his head slightly. "Chu-Hua wanted to hand out since apparently it's been 'sooo looong' since we did," Momo chimed in, imitating Chu-Hua's voice, and approached the other two monkeys. "I don't sound like that!" The almond-furred monkey scowled, looking at her friend. "Sure you don't," the demon rolled her hyacinthine eyes at the other. making Xiyang let out a soft chuckle. Chu-Hua was about to say something else when they heard the ear-piercing sound of a horn. They all froze. All of the slaves in the village were being called to gather on the main street. Their celestial masters were going to conduct a weekly census earlier than expected."

Today I come to you with some OC stuff :3 I intoduce to you: Liling's adoptive parents- Xiyang and Chu-Hua along with their friend Momo :DD [I promise to someday learn how to draw backgtounds properly but for now this shall do!]

See ya next time! *skiddadles*

[mysebacielblog]

The Sebaciel playlist

A Tasteful but Sultry mix of Rock and Classical with a Faustian Twist.

{Dm Me for Spotify Playlist!}

I’m ALIVE!

Becca

Back to Black

Amy Winehouse

Back in Black

AC/DC

Ladies and Gentlemen

Saliva

Enter the Circus

Christina Aguilera

Mary on a Cross

Ghost

Good Days Bad Days

Kaiser Chiefs

Tainted Love

Soft Cell

Strange Doings in the Night

Sarah and the Safe Word

Disobedient

Steven Universe

Paint it Black

The Rolling Stones

No. 13 Dance of the Knights

Sergei Prokofiev, Orchestra of the Royal Opera House

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

AC/DC

Obsession

OK Go

I Come With Knives

IAMX

Far too Young to Die

Panic! At The Disco

Voices of Spring Op. 410

Johann Strauss II, Waltzes and Arias

White Rabbit

Jefferson Airplaine

Friends in Low Places

Worthikids

Do I Wanna Know?

Arctic Monkeys

Second Waltz

André Rieu, Johann Strauss Orchestra

Violin Partita No. 2 in D Minor

Hillary Hahn Plays Bach

Put it On Me

Matt Maeson

Serenade for Strings in E Major Op 22

Antonín Dvrorák Serenades

Ocean Eyes

Billie Eilish

Run Boy Run

Woodkid

Get Over it

OK Go

Broken Boy

Cage the Elephant

Social Cues

Cage the Elephant

Sympathy For the Devil

The Rolling Stones

Phantom

Natewantstobattle

Me And The Devil

Soap & Skin

Goodnight Socialite

The Brobecks

Call Out My Name

The Weekend

Do it For Me

Rosenfield

Control

Halsey

Piano Sonata No.14 in C Sharp Minor

Beethoven

Danke Shoen

Wayne Newton

Requiem K. 625 Lacrymosa

Mozart

Pulling Mussels

Squeeze

I Wanna Be Your Dog

John McCrea

Kill of the Night

Gin Wigmore

Bloody Mary

Lady Gaga

The Dark

Beth Crowley

Skyfall

Adele

Monocro No Kiss

SID

The Devil is a Gentleman

Merci Raines

Sweet Dreams (are made of these)

Eurythmics

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

The Rolling Stones

Kiss From a Rose

Seal

Labour

Paris Paloma

Death Waltz

Adam S Hurst

Doll on a Music Box

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Right, Master Bruce

Alfred Pennyworth

Danse Macarbe OP 40

Camille Saint-Saens Orchestra

Ballade No.1 in G Minor

Chopin

Bossa Nova Tails

fazathecat

Eternal Flame

The Bangles

It’s My Life

Bon Jovi

Let’s Never Stop Falling in Love

Pink Martini

Game of Survival

Ruelle

[ashbrat488]

Flower In The Desert - Chapter 20

Captain Syverson Fanfic

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Violet asked nervously as she cut up vegetables for a salad as Sy made spaghetti.

"Of course I do. Our parents have to meet. And I want my parents to meet you, flower. Before our son gets here." He presses a kiss to her cheek as he hears her sigh. "They'll love you. I promise."

"Or they'll hate me and think I'm baby trapping you or something..."

"Baby, no!" Sy grabs the knife from her hand and sets it on the counter before turning her toward him. "They won't. I promise." He stroked his fingers through her hair, tilting her chin up with his other hand as he dipped down to kiss her lips. He moved his hand from her hair, down her back to cup her ass cheeks under the skirt of her dress as she giggled into his mouth before pulling away.

"You can't behave?"

He sighs, shaking his head. "I can certainly try. It'll be hard though." He cocks a brow, winking as she playfully shoves him away just as the doorbell rings. "I'll finish this. You go get that."

She gasped as he smacked her hard on the ass, causing her to jump a little as she walked away into the living room. She opens the door to find not only her father, but Sy's parents as well. "Daddy." She smiles, leaning up to allow him to kiss her cheek and accepts the bottle of wine from him. "Mr. and Mrs. Syverson, thank you for coming. Please, come in." She moves to allow them into the house, watching Sy's mother set a box on the coffee table.

"Please, no need to be so formal. You're carrying our first grandchild." Violet chuckled as Syverson's mother extended her hand toward her. "Paula and James. It's so great to finally meet you."

"Violet," Violet offers, accepting their hands before leading them into the dining room where Sy was setting food on the table.

"Let's sit..." He smiled, pulling out a chair for Violet before taking a seat beside her. He pours everyone a glass of wine, skipping over Violet.

"Thank you for having me," Charlie broke the silence, smiling at his daughter.

"So... how far along are you again?"

Violet turned to James with a grin, resting a hand on her stomach. "About 22 weeks."

"So you know the sex of the baby?" Paula asked excitedly as Sy nudged Violet's shoulder.

"We do..." he offered with a smile, squeezing Violet's thigh under the table. "Do you want to, or..."

"You do it."

He nods, kissing her cheek before turning back to their parents. "We're having a boy." They both smile as excited chatter erupts around the table.

"Do you have any names?" Paula asked, hopefully as she glanced between Sy and Violet.

"Not yet," Sy answered as Violet shrugged.

"I was sort of thinking for the middle name... Adam?"

Sy turned toward Violet with a smile at her request to honor Chutsky. "I love it, Vi."

***

Violet sat comfortably nestled between Sy and Paula on the living room couch, the pages of a well-worn photo album spread open before them. As they flipped through the cherished memories of Sy's childhood, Violet couldn't help but giggle and gush over the adorable baby photos.

"Oh my goodness, you were such a cute baby..." she cooed, her laughter filling the room. Her teasing made Sy blush, and she playfully nudged his shoulder. "You were a little chunky monkey."

Sy rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah yeah." He reached over to retrieve the photo album from her lap and gently closed it before setting it on the coffee table. "Do you guys want to see the nursery?" He got to his feet, extending a hand to Violet with a warm smile before leading the way upstairs to the nursery.

Once they reached the nursery, Sy stepped aside to allow their parents to enter first. Violet followed them inside, her eyes widening in awe as she took in the sight. The nursery, which Sy had been tirelessly working on for weeks, was now complete. He had constructed an entire wall of shelves complete with a built-in changing table. A new crib adorned with adorable forest animal decorations sat in one corner, and the walls were painted in a rich, soothing forest green.

Violet came to a stop when she realized that everyone was looking at her, including Sy. She turned to him with a puzzled expression. "What?"

Sy guided her attention to the rocking chair, where a small box rested. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a lump forming in her throat as he picked up the box.

"Eddie... what is that?" she asked, her voice quivering as he led her to the chair and handed her the box.

He took her hand, urging her to take a seat. "Vi," he began, kneeling before her, his hands gently resting on her thighs. "I've spent a lot of time over the last few years thinking about what I wanted in life. I knew I couldn't continue the way I was forever because I wanted to have kids and make a family. And when I thought about the kind of woman I wanted to build a family with, the answer was always the same. I wanted a beautiful, smart woman who was compassionate and loving. A woman who was tough and could keep me on my toes. A woman who was my equal."

Violet's eyes brimmed with tears as she listened to him pour his heart out. "Eddie..." she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, as he chuckled and gazed up at her with a warm smile.

"I'm almost done, flower. When you appeared in front of me in the desert, I realized in that moment why I hadn't met that woman yet. I realized in that moment that you were that woman." He sighed, opening the box to reveal a stunning yellow gold diamond ring with the diamond set in the center of a delicate flower. "So... through all that rambling, I guess I'm asking if you'll be that woman, Violet. Will you marry me?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded fervently. "Yes, Eddie, of course I will." She extended her left hand, her fingers trembling with anticipation, as he slipped the ring gently onto her ring finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly as their parents offered their congratulations.

Chapter 21

[purplebass]

Congratulation on your follower count!!

Would you be up for writing some Will, Jem and Jessamine (and maybe Sophie) interaction, set pre-Clockwork Angel? I'd love to see more of their teenage dynamic explored. Thank you!

Thank you <3 I finally made it after a few months. I hope you like this. I tried to include everyone and put a little Charlotte too. This is set pre-TID as you asked, mostly around the time Jem and Will are investigating and they find the girl's body, so close to when CA starts. 🙂

Read on A03 💜

We Hunt Demons, Not Monkeys

“On the count of three,” Will whispered. “One, two, t–” and he jumped from the window onto the alley below. 

Jem shook his head, and followed after him. “You should’ve said three,” he admonished him, but Will just shrugged. “Did you get it?”

“I got it,” he replied bitterly, glancing at the box in his hand, something hissing inside it. “Shut up, you!”

“Leave the poor thing alone,” Jem chided, but Will just scoffed. 

“Will! Jem! By the Angel, do not hurry!” Jessamine said behind them. She had barely managed to leap from the window unscathed, and was trying to keep up the pace. 

Will snorted, glancing at the blonde girl. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, and kept marching towards Fleet Street, unbothered, his black coat blowing after him as if he was in a hurry. 

Jem offered Jessamine a sympathetic look and slowed down until she reached him. “Thanks, James,” she squeezed his arm lightly, and clutched her gloved hand under his arm as if they were a couple enjoying a night stroll. Which was weird, because she barely spoke to Jem, seeing his illness as a weakness. But he was too kind and didn’t say anything. She glared at Will’s back, wishing to burn a hole there, cursing that she could not. “I wish we had taken a cab to go back,” she lamented with a sigh. “I only like strolling when there are people around and shops are open and I can look at all the pretty things.”

“We are not strolling, though,” Jem objected. “And carriages don’t work at night, unfortunately.”

“What a pity!” she said quietly. “I wished I had stayed at the Institute. I could’ve slept. I’m going to have bags under my eyes come morning.”

“It’s already morning,” Will answered her, the effects of the amplification rune still hadn’t worn off. “And you could have stayed back, Jessamine. We could’ve finished this hours ago but we had to look out for you because you decided, of all things, to wear that hideous dress for a mission,” he spat without turning, his anger evident in his voice.

“Nobody asked you to, I can handle myself,” Jessamine frowned and looked at Jem, who could only shrug. “I hate patrol gear, so unladylike!” she seethed. “Just like your nasty manners, Will. You will never find a woman if you behave like this, and I hope no one marries you!”

Will just laughed. “The hell you know,” he said under his breath. It was a bitter laugh, one of those you make when you try to hide your true feelings. Jessamine only knew Will as the opposite of a gentleman, but she didn’t know how he was forced to behave like this. To answer like this. “Likewise, miss Lovelace. You pretend to be such a refined lady coming from a wealthy family when, in truth, you’re deluding yourself,” he stopped only to say the last part in her face. “ Coming to patrol with a dress? That’s foolish. Any person in their right mind would be turned off by your thoughtless behavior,” he snapped. “On top of that, you are also poor and mannerless. You better realize that before you delude yourself more.” 

Jessamine squeezed Jem’s arm. Hard. Hard for her, at least. He glanced at Will and shook his head. He told him several times that he shouldn’t rile Jessamine up. She was quaint like a bouquet of flowers could be, but even roses had thorns. And even though they didn’t know much about her past, he knew enough to be aware that Jessamine couldn’t get over not being wealthy anymore and unable to afford her fashion items like she used to. Will knew that as well, but he seemed to enjoy bringing that up to enrage the girl. He would talk to him later, he would –

“You are disgusting, Will Herondale,” Jessamine let go of Jem’s arm, and tightened her grip around her parasol. “Even your name makes my blood boil,” she recoiled. “If I weren’t against physical violence, I would hit you with my parasol this instant.”

“I dare you to even try,” Will provoked her, and Jem saw Jessamine exhale deeply. She didn’t want to do that. “See if you can even hold a fight with a regular human being.”

“There is nothing regular about you,” she held her head high and seemed to prepare to strike. “You are a monster. A demon just like the creatures you so adore to crush to dust.” And then she advanced and tried to hit Will on the head. But he expected it. Jem didn’t. 

Will dodged the blow with ease, moving on the side with the heavy box he was holding. Jessamine tried again, and this time, Jem stopped her by holding her wrist before she could continue. “Would you please end this? Both of you.”

“But he started it!” Jessamine complained with a scowl, while Will just stuck his tongue out and giggled like a school boy. 

“I know, but you could have decided not to respond, Jessamine,” Jem said. “Do not lower yourself at the same level as him,” he looked at his parabatai, who was acting oblivious and was mocking someone wiping their tears. 

“Like you?” she inquired, squaring her shoulders. “Do not act like you’re better than us, James Carstairs,” she replied coldly, and started walking away. 

Their quarrel died down, and even Will stayed silent for the reminder of the trip back. It was dawn, and they were exhausted from spending the whole night in the heart of London looking for clues. Instead, they found – “A monkey, of all things,” Will snorted, tightening his grip on the iron cage he was carrying. “I wonder what it was doing in that basement.”

“Charlotte said some members of the Pandemonium Club brought them from India to experiment on them,” his parabatai explained. “Do you want me to hold that? It looks heavy.”

“We are shadowhunters, by the Angel,” Will rolled his eyes for good measure. “Why do we have to save monkeys? We must be on the lookout for demons!” he said with annoyance. “And no, Jem. I’ve got it.”

Jem didn’t want to argue. He knew that Will would carry it anyway, insisting that he had to look after his poor health. “We couldn’t leave it there,” he added, but Will was already entering the Institute and he quickened his pace. 

“They should’ve put Will in a cage, see how fun it is,” Jessamine rebuked after them, but Will either didn’t catch it as he was far from them, or decided to ignore the girl. Better. 

“I will deliver this precious package in Charlotte’s study,” Will informed his parabatai when they reached the first floor landing. “So I can finally rest my bones after a night of hard work,” he rolled his eyes, underlining the last two words. 

“What do us, shadowhunters, have to do with these lowly apes? I risked being bitten thrice by that ruthless creature!” Will said, outraged. 

“Don’t forget that you also told us we supposedly descend from them,” Charlotte replied, reminding Will of a prior discussion about some work by a scientist called Charles Darwin who claimed people evolved from primates, which had Will criticizing the man for the whole day because he couldn’t believe it. For now. “Moreover, they are not ordinary. They are magical. Enchanted. They must not fall into the hands of people who don’t just want to torture them, but force them to perform magic.”

“How are they, though? I mean, who enchanted the monkeys?” asked Jem. “And monkeys, plural?”

“We have no clue,” Charlotte answered sullenly with a sigh. “Maybe it was a warlock who wanted to have fun. From the Pandemonium Club. We must find them and try to make them reason. We need to investigate further.”

Will giggled. “Then let them have it instead of bothering us with such trivial matters,” he huffed. “We hunt demons, not monkeys that belong somewhere else.”

“I’m well aware of that, William,” she said. “But we must do what we can, especially since this matter concerns us as a group. Who knows what would’ve happened if the monkeys ended up being used for entertainment? Aside from the brutality that is using animals and holding them captive, we still don’t know what the monkeys are capable of.”

Charlotte could barely finish her sentence that they all heard a scream and glanced suspiciously at each other.

“Should we go and check?” Jem offered, and Charlotte nodded and rose from her chair along with him. Will and Jessamine stayed put in their places. She hadn’t spoken a word and had been sitting in an armchair by the window by herself, which meant she either didn’t want to mingle with them because she often repeated that she hated them all, or she was up to something.

“I believe it was Sophie,” Charlotte said, going for the exit with Jem. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she raised an eyebrow at the other two, who hadn’t moved an inch. Will had even picked up a book from the inside of his jacket and started to read.

“Why should I care?” Will demanded bluntly. “I’m in good company here,” he showed her the book in his hands, so they would know it meant that and not Jessamine. 

Charlotte exhaled in exasperation and looked at Jem for help. “Come on, Will. What if it’s an intruder? You can beat him up,” he suggested, but Charlotte shook her head. “Or do what you want.”

Will rolled his eyes and closed the book with a thud. “Fine, Jem,” he stood up. “This book wasn’t getting anywhere,” he explained, which was partially the truth. He was curious to see what the ruckus was about.

“What about you, Jessamine?” 

“Pretend that I don’t exist,” she muttered, and Will swore he saw her smirk.

Sophie was in the bedroom quarters when they found her. She turned to the group once she heard the steps, and everyone could tell that she was angry. 

“Sophie, what happened?” Charlotte asked, worried, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“I have been patient, Charlotte, and you know it,” she began. “But this,” she clenched her fists, her hands turning white. “This is absolute horror and it should not go unpunished. I may be the maid around here, but this doesn’t mean I have to be subjected to such treatment.”

“Wait, what should not go unpunished? Sophie, you’re being cryptic!” Charlotte said. “Are you hurt?”

Sophie shook her head and freed herself from Charlotte’s hand and retrieved a box from a room, which was her own. At once, everyone pinched their nose because of the revolting smell that came from there. 

“What in the Angel’s name is a box full of fecal matter doing in your room?” Charlotte wondered, baffled, one hand trying to cover the hellish odor and failing. It was too strong. 

“I think this belongs to you,” Sophie ignored her and looked up at Will, who was wearing a disgusted expression on his face and was trying not too hard to hold in his laughs. She thrusted the box full of the foul mess in his hands, and he barely didn’t drop it on his shoes or the carpet.

“What the Dickens do you think you’re doing?” Will spat, trying not to be triggered by the awful smell right under his nose. 

“I am just returning it to the sender,” Sophie spat back with venom, her brown eyes would incinerate Will if they could. “Without my regards.”

“And I’m giving it back because I am not responsible for this, whatever it is,” he pushed it back in the maid’s hands with a glare, and this time she was about to drop it. “I don’t know why you are under the impression I put a box full of poop in your room, Sophie.”

“Because that is exactly what you would do,” she tilted her head and stared at him with contempt. “But you will not get away this time. I’ll make you clean with your own tongue until every surface shines and I can see my reflection in it.”

“Sophie, calm down,” Jem came to her, and when she glanced at him, her expression changed completely. “I know you are upset, but can you explain what happened before accusing Will?”

“I better show you,” she sighed, and put the heavy box on the floor after giving Will, the one she believed to be the culprit, one last death glare. She showed everyone to her small room, which was mostly covered with the same filthy material otherwise known as crap. 

Will, who couldn’t help himself, started to laugh. “This is so out of my league.”

“By the Angel,” Charlotte said with exasperation, looking at the mess. “I believe I know who it must’ve been,” she declared to the group. 

They went to her office where Will had deposited the monkey several hours ago, and they found the animal still there, locked in the box. “If the monkey is still here, how did it escape and cause that mess?”

“The horses,” Jem suggested. “It must’ve been theirs. A small monkey can’t do all of that in such a short amount of time, unless they have a colic, which is highly unlikely. Even an enchanted monkey.”

“By this point, Jemmy, I don’t care what it is as long as we find who did this to poor Sophie,” Charlotte said. “Right?” she looked at Will as she did so, and he pursed his lips together. “Let’s go check the stables, shall we?”

And there they went. It was Charlotte who checked the boxes where the feces were put before they would be discarded elsewhere. “One of the boxes is missing,” she announced. “So it’s not the fault of our little primate in my office. It’s definitely from the horses.”

“I found this in Xanthos’ stall,” Sophie told the group proudly, showing her prize. It was a dagger, and everyone recognized it at once, with its design of herons on the blade. “I think this is yours,” she said for the second time that night, thrusting the dagger into Will’s hand. 

“Will,” Charlotte said gently. “I believe it is time you confess.”

Everyone glanced at him. Sophie was fuming, her hands still clenched in fists by her sides and she was probably imagining crushing Will’s neck with her fingers, or worse. Charlotte was shaking her head and looked defeated. But he didn’t care for either. They could threaten him with a sword for all he cared. What hurt him the most, although he tried to keep his composure, was Jem’s reaction. He was disappointed in him. It was a hard blow to take, but he must bear with the consequences of his choices.

Seeing that Will wasn’t answering, he said: “I thought you said you lost it when we saved the monkey.” He didn’t add that he had dreaded having lost the dagger, the only thing that he brought back from home in Wales. They all knew how much that dagger meant to him.

“And I did,” Will admitted. “I thought I did. Does it matter now? You all believe me to be someone who would vandalize a woman’s room with horse waste, I better plead guilty and make you all happy, shan’t I?”

“Nobody said you did it,” Jem said. 

“Nobody said it, but I can see it on your faces,” he said bitterly with a sigh. “And you know what? I don’t give a damn about this.” 

“Will, let’s talk –”

“What is there to talk about, Charlotte? He was caught red-handed!” Sophie insisted, but Charlotte shook her head. 

He turned his back and started walking away from the stables, Charlotte’s voice calling after him. But Will didn't listen anymore, and pretended in his heart that being accused of something he didn’t do wasn’t hurting him deeply in his soul. If he wanted everyone to believe he was heartless, he had to act like he had no heart.

“Finally,” Jem said. He sat on the steps of the stairs that faced the entrance to the London Institute. “Where have you been?”

Will blinked, passed a hand through his hair, and shrugged. “Depends who's asking.”

“Come on,” he told him. “I was worried about you. We all were. You can’t just disappear like this.”

“I didn’t disappear,” Will argued. “I just took a long walk, that is all.”

“A walk which lasted an entire day?” He raised an eyebrow at his parabatai. “Come on, let’s go to Charlotte,” Jem put a hand behind his back to guide him, but Will stopped on the landing before they could take the long corridor that led to her office.

“I am not in the mood to see her, let alone talk to her,” Will protested. “I need to be alone. Can I at least be alone in this forsaken building or not? Are you afraid I’m going to smear the walls with something else this time?” he turned left, directed to his bedroom.

“Don’t be a fool.”

“William.” It was Charlotte, just as he’d dreaded. He heaved a deep sigh, and felt better that she couldn’t see his face. “I’m glad you returned. I was worried.”

“Ah, yes, the prodigal son returns,” he mocked with a lopsided smile. “Too bad I never had any fortune to spend recklessly,” he shrugged. “Just primal, smelly, crap. All in all, Shakespeare believed that feces brought luck and pushed spectators to defecate in a bucket before his plays. Maybe it will bring me luck.”

“Stop saying nonsense and come here,” Charlotte ordered, and he didn’t know why, but he listened this time. “I know it wasn’t you.”

“Good for you,” he sneered. “Do the others believe you?”

“It was Jessamine,” Jem intervened. “She confessed to it. She said she wanted to prank you because she wanted to teach you a lesson.”

Will started laughing. “She’s getting dirtier, I see. That little witch. She will pay for this.”

“No one is going to pay for anything,” Jem said quickly. “And she is also going to apologize to you. Sophie will apologize for accusing you too.”

“I don’t need their apologies, nor I want them,” he said sternly. “I’d rather thrive on their dislike for me,” he added, “than have them kiss my backside with fake apologies.” 

“At least he came back, right?” Charlotte offered, but Jem just shrugged, helpless.