#a small price to pay for kissy kissy ���

[sixthrock]

environmental storytelling

[satanfemme]

mutt is a sona so he's primarily supposed to be representative of me (albeit in an indirect non-literal way <- I don't kill people I promise) but that doesn't stop me from also Wanting him. gayly.

[iwouldn-tdothatifiwereyou]

Hands Like God (18+)

Will Ramos x FTM!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N and Will were going to have shower sex, but sometimes things don't go according to plan. That's okay though.

WORD COUNT: ~3.8K ———

Will always looked a little funny with his hair matted to the top of his head with bubblegum pink hair dye, but it was funny in an endearing way. Like a usually fluffy tiny dog with its fur all stuck to its body after a bath. Y/N zoomed in on him sitting cross-legged on a giant black bean bag on the floor, massaging some fancy vitamin serum into his throat and neck, and snapped a picture.

GET U A MAN WITH A BETTER SELF CARE ROUTINE THAN U

He posted it to his "friends" story. Will glanced up at him, closing his previously slack and slightly open mouth. "Huh?"

"Cutie." He smiled brightly up at Y/N, showing all his teeth and the gum in the side of his cheek. He made a kissy face, which his boyfriend returned before turning back to his phone.

There wasn't really anything interesting happening on the world wide web (for once??) except for his TikTok fyp being fucking destroyed, just like everybody else's. Honestly, that was enough for him to put his phone down. Watching that ball of sunshine do absolutely anything (or nothing at all) was a great time all on its own anyways.

Will's tattooed throat moved in a practiced, smooth pattern, contracting and loosening. His adam's apple bobbed. Dark-inked fingers massaged into the muscles at the base of his neck. The guy had nice hands. With his height, obviously his hands were large. But they were sturdy, too, and his forearms were decently muscular. That was to say there were, of course, some less innocent benefits to watching his boyfriend do "anything (or nothing at all)."

Y/N made another kissy face, accentuating it with a loud kissing sound. "Come here, baby." If Will had ears, they'd have perked up.

Then he frowned playfully. "But you said—"

"Changed my mind. I want my baby on top of me, please." Will simpered at his victory. Y/N had made such a big deal about him staining their (brand-new second-hand) couch the last time he'd dyed his hair. He'd never be able to keep the man off the couch during hair sessions again.

A small price to pay, the shorter man supposed, for a grinning Will on top of him, legs straddling his waist and hands cradling his jaw delicately. He would never understand the amount of energy this man had on a near-constant basis (well, after his morning routine). He smiled back, making a contented, breathy noise. Will's thumbs brushed lightly across his cheeks, the other fingers trailing up into his hair.

"Kiss me?" Y/N asked.

"Anything." Will rested his forehead against Y/N's for a second, the cold hair dye barely touching his undyed hairline, before tilting his head and pressing their lips together, firm and gentle and just-barely-open. His breath was warm. Y/N opened his mouth more, turned a bit, now their mouths were molded together.

His hands absentmindedly trailed up to hold onto Will's hands as they continued to kiss, tongues sliding slowly against each other. Y/N had always loved kissing, but kissing this man... was another experience altogether. Perfection, if he was being perfectly honest. He could stay here for hours.

The alarm went off. Time to wash out Will's hair dye. Y/N groaned, gripping his boyfriend's hands tighter. "Stay."

Will turned off the alarm, pressing another quick kiss to his pouting lips. "Come with me," he suggested, grinning sweetly.

"Hmm, I'd love to. But it'll be cold. Bad for my joints."

"You can get in after my hair's all washed out," Will contended, eyes big and pleading. "I'll make it nice and hot for you."

Y/N snorted, rolling his eyes so hard his head spun for a second. His boyfriend's stupidly cute face was still grinning at him when his vision readjusted. "I can't believe you." (Yes, he could.) Something still bloomed in his chest despite the genuine ridiculousness of what he'd said.

"Sooo?"

As if it wasn't obvious, Y/N pulled him in for another kiss. Because, again, he fucking loved kissing. And he especially loved kissing his boyfriend. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

Will hopped up off the couch, his usually animated hair barely moving with the weight of the product in it, and pulled Y/N with him. The hallway in their current apartment was barely even a hallway, which meant the bathroom was no more than twenty steps away. That made it a much better apartment layout than their last place, because even the last couple of steps started to make Y/N's feet ache from the cold tile. As soon as the door was closed and they were standing on the bathroom carpet, ever the needy golden retriever boyfriend, Will pressed a kiss to Y/N's lips, then another to his cheek, and another, and another, trailing down his neck. He sighed contentedly, eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N let Will continue for a minute, arms wrapping around his boy's neck and taking delightful note of the growing boner twitching and hot against his thigh. He giggled breathily. Will nipped at his earlobe, sensitive from the recent gauge upsizing, and he shuddered. What had they come in here to do again?

Right. "Baby, hurry up." The faster this pretty boy rinsed his hair out, the sooner they could get their hands on a lot more of each other. Y/N brought his hands down between them and tugged Will's cotton tee up over his head hastily. There was a little bit of complaint when their lips disconnected, Will's pupils already blown wide and his cheeks a pretty red. He quickly caught on, though, and the rest of his clothes were gone soon after.

Y/N clung back on to Will's naked body, grabbing at the little bit of fat on his hips (it was really mostly his ass, which was never something to complain about) and nosing at the lines of his unfinished back mural. The faucet was running hard now. Will reached over and lifted up the faucet piece to turn on the shower, moving forward to step into the tub and squeezing Y/N's hand in one of his own.

Y/N let go reluctantly. He bundled up in the fluffy towel hanging on the door and huffed petulantly, staring at Will with big eyes.

"I'll be quick, promise, love," Will reassured him. He turned around and kissed Y/N's forehead sweetly, carding one set of fingers through his hair. Y/N still pouted, but he squeezed Will's ass and then patted it playfully, provoking the man to shoot him a cheeky smile.

Will's body was facing him as he washed his hair out under the faucet, shivering. His sturdy but still fucking towering stature was always something to marvel at on its own, but Y/N could spend hours tracing his fingers along those gorgeous tattoos. Or paint markers, if he was feeling particularly artistically inspired. Or his tongue...

"Earth to Y/N." Y/N blinked, looking back up to his boyfriend's face. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. That used to be something that got him all sweaty and nervous, afraid to fuck up. Now, he was dropping the fluffy towel and his clothes in an instant, climbing clumsily into the shower. And Will had two handfuls of his ass and a mouthful of his tongue just as quickly. Y/N backed him up against the tiled wall, pressing their bodies as close together as he could, somewhat out of the spray.

One hand went straight to Will's hair. Will really didn't ask for much, but he loved hands in his hair, and truly, Y/N could never deny such a perfect man. His other hand reached up to tweak at Will's recently blacked-out nipple. The response made his stomach curl in delight—Will's head tipped back against the wall and he made an absolutely filthy, high-pitched sound with that unfairly angelic voice of his, dick sliding against this inside of Y/N's hot thigh as his hips canted forward needily. Will's nails were short, but they still dug deliciously into the meat of his ass.

Instead of trying his damndest to stand on his tiptoes to continue making out with this 6-foot giant, Y/N made use of his exposed, inked neck. He kissed at the petals of the hibiscus blooming under Will's jaw, sucking a tad too gently on it to leave a bruise—he didn't want to ruin the gorgeous artistry, even temporarily, but it was enough to make Will start yapping. Ah. There he is.

"Y/N, I-I can't—I need—please, baby, I need to feel you." Y/N trailed his mouth down to just below his adam's apple, nipping gently. He needed it too, but it was always so much fun to make the poor boy wait...

He almost felt bad.

Will was needy, but getting him this whiney was a treat. That guilt was masked so easily by familiar, floaty giddiness. "Yeah?" he teased, grinning. "Tell me about it, sweetheart."

Will took the invitation immediately, kneading both handfuls of ass and craning his head down to start kissing sweetly at Y/N's bare neck, talking right into his skin, regardless of how intelligible the syllables were. The shorter man heard at least half a dozen muffled "pleases" and a couple "so bads," along with a bunch of indiscernible sounds that got washed away by the shower.

Y/N was going to make him continue, not quite satisfied.

But his boyfriend's soft lips trailed across his neck and shoulder. He shivered, sighing contentedly. Any plan for more teasing or stalling fizzled out as soon as Will's lips and hot breath brushed against the shell of his ear. "Please... I'll treat you so sweet, darling," he promised, purposefully adding that rumbly edge to his words that always made Y/N's thoughts spiral.

"Come on, then," he murmured against the ink in Will's skin, pressing their hips flush together, and Will's dick continued to smear a mixture of bodily fluids against Y/N's leg. He readjusted his feet on the cold floor of the bathtub, heels beginning to ache from the hardness of the tile. "Lay me down and show me how sweet, good boy."

Sometimes there was preamble; one of them would teasingly, painfully slowly drop to their knees, or make a show of trailing their hands or lips down the other's torso.

There was no such thing right now. Will slid down the wall, kicking Y/N's feet wider as he pulled the man down to sit on his lap. His cock stood proudly, shiny and pink, leaning slightly against the crease of Y/N's thigh. Tattooed fingers migrated from one of Will's favorite parts of Y/N's body to, arguably, the most magical place on earth, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the shaft of Y/N's t-clit and pushing two fingers knuckle-deep into his pussy. Y/N's mouth fell open, wholly gawking at the ceiling in heated surprise. His fingers wrung tightly into Will's drenched curls.

Will whimpered as he kissed the skin under Y/N's ear, nosing at his gauge just to make him shiver as he curled his fingers up and began to slide them in and out in a slow, grinding rhythm. "Call me a good boy again," he whispered, "please."

He never did ask for much and, really, who was Y/N to deny such a sweet request? He rocked his hips forward onto those perfect fucking fingers, moaning at the way Will's finger pads dragged firmly across his g-spot. "Fuck, you are—such a good boy. Make me feel amazing, Will, baby." He gasped as Will sucked a hickey into his neck.

"More," he demanded, pushing his thumb down meanly on the tip of Y/N's clit as he added a third finger, fucking him slow and deep. Y/N stammered, lightheaded and eyes barely open.

"M-my good boy," he panted, his hands sliding down to cup either side of his boyfriend's face. His brown eyes were blown wide and his cheeks were almost drunk-blush pink. "Such a perfect boy... doing so good." He meant it. Fuck, he meant it so much. "Best boy, m-my sweet boy—"

Will pressed their foreheads together. "I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N..." he begged.

"Fuck me."

And fuck preamble too, apparently. Will licked into his mouth, gripping both of his thighs hard enough to sting, and whined as Y/N sank down onto him. His knees and feet were already starting to ache against the tile, but he could last a little bit longer, as long as his hips were fine. He was too breathless to do anything about it anyways. He sucked on Will's tongue, tilting his head to try and deepen the kiss, regardless of if it was even possible to get any closer at this point. His hands trailed back into those gorgeous, soft pink curls, threading his fingers through them lovingly and tugging every once in a while to make Will moan.

It was so endearing, the care this sweet boy took to be gentle, especially when he was whining so pitifully. Clearly wanting nothing more than to fuck up into Y/N like a fleshlight. Not that he would mind that (if his knees were cushioned a little more).

He winced, one side of his hip and the corresponding knee popping as he lowered himself again. Will's hand went to soothe it instantly, massaging the surrounding flesh. He kissed the side of Y/N's mouth before pulling away to look him over. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Y/N shrugged apathetically. "Here..."

Will leaned forward, gathering Y/N up in his arms and standing up slowly, water dripping down their faces. Y/N pouted as the new angle dislodged his boyfriend's cock, leaving him empty. He slid his arms around the man's neck, mouthing softly at whatever part of him was most accessible. "We can go finish this on the bed, yeah?" Will suggested, kissing his hairline. He turned off the faucet.

Y/N agreed, nibbling on his collarbone. He'd be purring if he could as Will wrapped both of them in one of their giant beach towels. He reached out to turn off the bathroom light and fan when they passed the switch, and then Will waddled them across the tile living room floor to their bedroom on the other side of the apartment, probably leaving wet footprints the entire way.

He scrunched Y/N's hair in the towel to soak up some of the water and then coaxed the man out of his arms and onto the bed to dry off the rest of his body, before drying himself off. Y/N took the time to stare at all the ink. Tattoos he'd had for years, some that he'd gotten no more than a year ago. The newly finished spiral design on his chest and stomach that finally stopped peeling last week. Y/N would spend hours unquestioningly mapping out those tattoos, completely devoted.

When Will came to join Y/N on the bed, he brought a green tube of something. He squeezed out a shiny, golden liquid onto his fingers. Y/N looked at him, quirking an eyebrow.

"Shh, lay on your stomach for me." Y/N didn't really plan on having his ass fucked today, but honestly, he wasn't complaining. He rolled from his side to his stomach, laying his head down on one side so he could see his boyfriend walk towards him out of the corner of his eye. Will made a kissy face at him, which he returned. Then he reconsidered, twisting his body and craning his neck to get an actual kiss.

Whatever was on Will's fingers was warm and also his hands were unexpectedly back on Y/N's hips instead, squeezing his love handles as he situated himself with knees on either side of Y/N's pliant body. The smaller man made a questioning sound, which turned into a satisfied hum as Will leaned over him, rubbing and groping at his hips and thighs and ass while he pressed soft, wet kisses onto his back. He was melting into the orthopedic mattress in seconds, pushing his ass up shamelessly into Will's kneading hands.

Will giggled into his neck, thumbs digging methodically into the crease of his ass.

Y/N's boyfriend was unfairly good at this—which he of course already knew, had already experienced the man's hands on his body an absurd and incalculable amount of times. And who could blame him, when he always insisted so earnestly that he needed to be closer to Y/N? But he was never fully prepared. His eyes fluttered in satisfaction as Will's ministrations continued to soothe the aching in his hips.

"Fuuuck."

Curly locks of hair tickled his neck. Will kissed the corner of his open mouth. "Yeah?"

Y/N responded with another deep, pleased sigh and a nod. He had half a mind to keep talking; he knew that Will was a yapper and he loved to have somebody to talk to during sex. But then the head of Will's cock was pushing up against his thigh, dangerously close to his pussy, and all he could do was inhale sharply and try to open his legs a little bit wider.

Will's teeth grazed Y/N's skin as he grinned against his neck, hot cockhead now pressing right up against his wet hole. "So needy," the man murmured against his skin, sweet and loving and fucking sultry. He shivered.

A weakly argumentative "you" was all he could manage to reply with, which only made Will grin wider. He couldn't deny the accusation, obviously, even if he cared to. Especially not with the way his hands were continuing to roam and squeeze and knead at every available inch of flesh, leaving warm, slick handprints behind. Especially not as he slid deep into Y/N's cunt, making them both groan.

Maybe Y/N couldn't spur him on, give him much to work with in terms of conversation, but it wasn't going to stop Will from talking his ear off anyways. As he started to move, the pace slow and sweet, he trailed his kisses up the side of Y/N's head, nibbling on the shell of his ear. "I can't help it, prince," he admitted, "when it's so easy to get you under me in the first place."

Y/N sighed again, face and ears burning in embarrassment. But he nodded, because no matter how he spun it, Will was right.

"I know I'm right. Look at you, baby. I get on top of you and suddenly you're too cock-drunk to say anything."

Will-drunk was more accurate, he thought. It was like his boyfriend was the only thing that existed, an all-consuming experience with hands like god. He wouldn't be surprised if, after this, he could never think about anything but Will's breath panting hard in his ear and saying anything that comes to mind, Will's cock filling him up over and over and his tattooed fingers working expertly to relax his joints like he never wanted to do anything else with his hands, like he meant it. Will.

They slowed down for a second, and Y/N made a pathetic sound of complaint. Will shushed him, pressing kisses to his temple and cheekbone as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man's torso and pulled them both onto their sides, giving him easier access to the front of Y/N's body. As his pace steadied out again, their hips flush together, he massaged Y/N's abdomen and the inside of his thighs. The residual heat of the warming substance on Will's fingers and palms was as delicious as ever.

The constant, adoring attention rendered Y/N speechless, breaths that were pushed out in whiney vocalizations the only noises that came out of him.

The pad of Will's thumb rubbed at the head of Y/N's clit insistently. "Will," he whispered weakly, voice trembling. He was so close. He leaned his head back onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Yes, cariño?"

Y/N didn't know at first, pausing like he hadn't figured out what to say past this point. Will kissed his cheek, and it was then that Y/N decided what he wanted. He turned his head, the back of it being somewhat cradled by Will's shoulder, and kissed him with an open, needy mouth. Will hummed contently, still kneading Y/N's thigh in one hand, pulling it back to hang over his own leg.

The new angle was intense, almost too much. He groped blindly around until he found Will's wrist and gripped it like a vice, panting and whining into his mouth. When he came, it started out slow, barely there. And then a few seconds later, it crashed through him, so overwhelming his face scrunched up and he sobbed. Will cooed at him and continued to grope and massage his body lovingly, encouraging the shaky, needy jerking of Y/N's hips.

"Fuck, baby," he mumbled. He grazed his teeth along the shell of Y/n's ear. It felt like a kick in the gut, hot and overstimulating and so good. "You're doing such a good job for me."

Damn right, he was.

"Can I ask you for one more thing, my sweet boy?" Will asked, neediness evident in the strain of his voice.

Will didn't ask for much. Truly, who was Y/N to deny him, even if his limbs were deadweights attached to him and his pussy was beginning to ache? He whispered out a tired "uh-huh," mouthing against his jaw absentmindedly.

Will grinned ear to ear, whispering things so muffled and breathless that Y/N could barely understand him. He just followed obediently as his boyfriend tugged him to sit on his lap, pushing his face into the sheets, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth already. His cunt contracted and quivered, but he could take this. Will's thrusts were getting faster anyways. It wouldn't be long.

Y/N's boyfriend was nothing if not a fucking yapper. Y/N was far too gone to catch most of it, but that didn't stop him from showering the smaller man with praise and affection as he thrusted quicker into him. Tattooed hands continued to roam across his body, squeezing, kneading, scratching.

If Y/N wasn't already so exhausted he'd take a mental note to ask for a few pictures of the aftermath later. But Will's movements were already slowing down, arms coming around to wrap around Y/N's body and pull him flush against his boyfriend's chest as he came.

They both panted hard. Will gathered Y/N's trembling figure up in his arms, placing endless kisses along his neck and shoulders. Y/N sighed, satisfied and floaty. He reached up to scratch through Will's hair.

"Love you, baby."

"Love you." ———

this man is making me genuinely unwell

also there's NO trans lorna shore fans and NO trans-catering lorna shore fics ��� which i'm gonna be honest is why i cranked this out so fast. it will probably never happen again but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[icharchivist]

I agree, if you give him a kissie for every spirit sword he makes he's going to be perfectly happy and show off how cool and reliable he can be. Just keep the rewards coming

Exactly!! a small price to pay for a full grid of goodies. And better than fighting his raid. So can we just give him kissies now.

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*Separate* J Squad x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Affection/SFW Headcanons for Jerome and Jonathan + NSFW Headcanons for Jervis.

Notes: SO I WANTED TO DO NSFW HEADCANONS, but I cant help but see Jonathon as Ace (With zero interest in undergoing sexual activity for any reason), and as I started to write Jerome's HC's, I just realised... it just felt kinda wrong, honestly. I mean, he was traumatised for a long time by his mother 'banging the clown's in the other caravan 'room' (So probably just behind, like, a curtain) from who knows what age. "But he learnt to love the physical pain!,", you might say to me, and yes, that's true. I have considered that. But still, it got too uncomfortable for me. So for now, no NSFW for Jerome either. But Jervis at least gets the green light XD

Warnings: NSFW/Smut HC's in Jervis' part. Normal Jonathon and Jerome mess in the other two sections.

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Jerome Valeska: SFW

Jerome is a showman, obviously! He loves to show you off. My deepest apologies if you have severe self-consciousness, anxiety, or body image issues of any kind- Jerome is going to carry you up onto a stage at some point whether you like it or not. If you cry, he'll just give your damp cheek many kissies and ask the (Quite possibly non-existent, at times,) crowd to cheer louder for you.

He's just loving you, in his own way! He thinks you're great, and whether you're on board or not, he's going to show the world.

He also has n o patience for people who don't agree with him about you. He would kill a person if they so much as sneered at you and he caught it (Not that that would ever happen). But also, like, "Don't get too excited over 'em either though, you know? Heh. I'd have t' kill ya."

P! D! A! He's always dragging you into hugs, or just straight into his side so he can have his arm over your shoulders or around your waist, pulling you to him to dance with him at random times (I feel like that's a big one.), etc.

Another big one is him snuggling you up close to him so he can whisper stuff in that hoarse voice of his, straight into your ear (Which is honestly probably gross and hot and wet, but its a small price to pay for being loved instead of murdered you know?). Secrets. Mostly inside jokes. Just between the two of you. Makes you feel special that there are things going on in his head that he just wants to share with you, and no one else ^^ Which means a lot coming from this loud mouth

He also likes to take selfies with you! Oh dear lord, so many selfies. In so many poses. Jerome must document every moment, with you. He uses both camera phones and polaroid's. Cant you just imagine him with a selfie stick though? Jonathon and Jervis bring it back with them from a trip to do god-knows-what, and gifts it to him and he just-

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP. GROUP selfies!! With you smack dab in the middle, often, because you are a star.

Lots of nicknames, of course, too. Basically, any food that sounds at all cute, lots of adjectives of course, cutesy-annoying stuff like honey-bun, really long nicknames where he has to take a DEEEP breath in the middle before finishing, etc.

Oh lord, thinking for Jerome makes my head hurt. No wonder he's insane. Onwards!

Jervis Tetch: NSFW

ALRIGHT! The NSFW ones. Marvellous.

So! Lets get this out of the way immediately: Jervis does not 'fuck'. He 'makes love' okay? XD

Our sexy bearded man, here, is a gentleman. But do not take that as me saying that he is vanilla. Ohh, no. No no. No. He dresses up as the Mad Hatter, for goodness sakes. That's half a step away from Willy Wonka. What do you want me to tell you, here? What do you really, need to know?

Well, for starters, doing the deed with him is not a one-and-done kind of deal, at all. Nayyyy. Block out at least 2 days because you're gonna need a r e s t the day after.

No, no XDD Sorry, joke. Its not THAT extensive, but he does like to take his time and make sure his partner is enjoying themselves (Its part of what makes him enjoy himself) and it is quite likely, if he likes you a lot, that you will orgasm more then once.

He is surprisingly knowledgeable? (Skilled?) Like, he isn't super experienced so by all logical accounts, he shouldn't be very good at the sex, right? But he is. He knows how to make his partner (And himself) cum and cum hard.

He has a very focused look about him when he's, ah, 'working' (For lack of a better word) on you, but as soon as he's experiencing the pleasure (And, please man. Please take care of him as well, he deserves it XD) you will see your Mad Hatter unravel before your eyes. No more will his rhymes make sense.

He's switch. Generally tops (Like a sweet little door mouse to take care of) but likes to bottom too (Would also like a dominatrix to take him over).

Keeps his clothes mostly on (except for his hat) during.

You will not catch this man shying away from giving his lady oral. He! Will! Make! Her! Feel! Good! Plus he likes it. He's also not against period sex. I mean, he might be nervous at first, the first time, but he read that it might help you feel better! So he's gonna DO IT.

Kinks include: Alllllll the possessive stuff you can think of, like creampie and doing it when he's been jealous to mark you with his smell. Also, obviously, hypnotism if you'll let him. LOTS of teasing. I can also imagine he has a bit of an age difference kink. 'Big brother' stuff, and all that...

He's also quite experimental, so if you want to get under the table at a Legion of Horribles meeting and try to ruin his reputation, he's kinda... you know... for it?

Jonathan Crane: SFW

O-KAY. (First of all, I write for the current version of him. So just clearing that up)

So, Jonathan is a lot less of a soft boi, generally, with affection for his S/O then Jerome is (Jerome is a gooey, love struck mess honestly). I mean, if he were to be soft around anyone?? It would be you. But that has, sorta, been beaten out of him... But we'll get to angsty stuff at the end.

The ways he shows he loves and cares deeply for you are protecting you and making sure you're happy when he can do something about it (Or when he cant. He'll still try). Like, he'll immediately appear in front of you if theirs danger or he just doesn't like the way things are going (E.g, Jervis is becoming a little hysterical, Jerome's got that mischievous twinkle in his eye, Firefly is getting a bit more hot headed then she usually is, etc) and he'll get you tea and feed you soup when you're unwell (In fact, he watches out meticulously for signs of ailments with you. As soon as he's convinced there's something up, the gloves are ripped of and he's feeling your forehead for a fever and getting you to sit down.

Also he's not afraid at all to speak up on your behalf to any one of the League of Horribles Members (Except Mr Freeze- Vic would do nothing to someone he sees as an ally. I'm convinced. The rest, though, are pretty unstable) or any law enforcement. Even if he's being carted off into the Arkham truck.

He likes to hold your hand every now and then, too. So he doesn't lose you XD Like, he'll lead you along so you don't get lost in the madness that usually surrounds him. Also when he's spraying someone, so he knows you're not at all in the line of attack. (Cuz like, he cant totally see through his costume? There are blind spots?? Its easier for him to feel that you're safe)

As for the moments he is, truly, soft with you... its usually when he's been hit with the nostalgia bat. When he's thinking deeply about his father and the time he spent terrified of the scarecrow. It doesn't happen often, but not even The Scarecrow can truly escape his trauma.

At these times, he'll wordlessly slip into your bed in the dead of night (You know who it is, of course. Even in the dark. Who else do you know that feels like canvas?) and snuggle close. He'll just say, in his normal voice (No modification. Just a scared young man), that he's 'thinking about it again'. And you know he just needs you to lay there with him. Make him feel warm and not alone.

[verai-marcel]

Between High and Low (RDR2 Fanfic, Morgan Twins x F!Reader, 18+, Part 2 of 2)

Chapter 1 has all the tags, notes, and summary.

AO3 Link is here, Darlin’.

Chapter 2: A Dream Doubled

Word Count: 3822

Four months had passed since you joined the gang, and you had just finished setting up the last tent. The gang had moved south, settling near a small town called Sheridan. It was small, beautiful, and a major hub for travelers; fantastic for making money in not-so-legal ways.

As you were about to take some clothes down to wash by the river, Arthur and Thorne came up to you. Together.

“Hey darlin’.”

“Hullo, sweetheart.”

You smiled at them both. “Hey there, gentlemen. What can I do for you two?”

They glanced at each other for a split second before Arthur stepped forward. “Would you come with us to town? You been a great help to us, and, well, we’d like to treat you.”

Caught off guard by their question, you sputtered. “I, um, well…” You looked down at your basket of clothes.

“The clothes can wait, sweetheart,” Thorne said, moving closer and taking the basket from you. “We won’t take no for an answer.”

Arthur slapped Thorne in the arm.

“I mean, if you really don’t want to, I guess we’ll just go on our own, but I really don’t want to have a nice dinner with just Arthur.”

You laughed. “Alright, you twisted my arm. Let’s go.”

***

Arthur was riding steadily up the path to the mountain town, with you holding onto him. Thorne looked incredibly annoyed, having lost the paper-rock-scissors match you had spotted them having before you joined them for the ride to town. Wanting to tease him a bit, you looked over at Thorne, making sure he made eye contact with you.

And then you lay your head against Arthur’s back and winked at him. You were a former saloon girl after all. You knew how to flirt.

Thorne’s eyes glowed and he snarled. You’re goin’ to pay for that, he mouthed to you.

Making a kissy face at him, you almost missed Arthur’s comment.

“Don’t tease him, or he won’t go easy on you.”

You just laughed, not knowing what that would mean for you later.

***

Dinner was wonderful. Having the two of them charm you with stories of their childhood misdeeds and both of them asking to have a turn with you on the dance floor was like some kind of selfish dream come true. You had grown very fond of both of them, but you knew a difficult decision was in your future. You couldn’t have both of them. At some point, they would ask you to choose. You wondered if it was better to not have to choose at all, to just let them both go. Your heart cracked and your eyes began to tear up at the thought.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Arthur asked, seeing you grow silent.

“N-nothing,” you said, quickly getting your emotions under control. Determined to enjoy tonight without any thought for tomorrow, you grabbed your beer and took another swig, using the motion to swallow your fears about the future.

Thorne, sensing your need to be distracted, touched your arm. “Why don’t we go for a nice walk, get some fresh air.”

Arthur chimed in. "I’ll go get us a room. It's pretty late now."

They led you out of the restaurant, and as Arthur headed to the hotel, Thorne led you down the road and onto a small walking path until the two of you reached a small cliff overlooking the nearby creek. It was beautiful, with the moon shining over the water and the soft sounds of the creek babbling over the rocks. 

“It’s so beautiful up here,” you said quietly.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

You turned to Thorne. The way he was looking at you, like he wanted to eat you up, made you shiver with desire.

Which meant you knew that Arthur would show up to interrupt anything else Thorne might have to say.

You turned away from him and looked up at the stars, trying to steady your heart. All these vivid thoughts of getting a room, a single room, with both of them… you shook your head. You had a dirty mind. Filthy. They probably just wanted to save money by sharing a room.

Thorne took two steps closer, his broad chest bumping into your shoulder. His hand rested on the small of your back, the heat easily passing through the thin cloth of your blouse. You shivered again, but not from the cold.

“Yer lettin’ her freeze,” Arthur said as he walked up to the two of you.

“She won’t be cold for long,” Thorne muttered.

Arthur came up on the other side of you, trapping you between them. He gently took your hand. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, warm you up some.”

You nodded, following them docilely. As Arthur placed your hand onto his arm and walked you back to the hotel like a gentleman, Thorne trailed behind the two of you, looking around, on the alert for any trouble. You glanced at Arthur, who was also watching his surroundings. You’d like to think that they were protecting you specifically, but you quickly let go of the selfish notion. It was because they were trained fighters, outlaws who could handle anything, and they knew how to stay alive.

As the three of you reached the hotel, you realized that they hadn’t really bickered at all this night. Something was up.

“Why don’t we get you a bath,” Thorne said as he came up to you, caressing your arm. “Our treat.”

You weren’t innocent. Well, you were physically innocent, but you knew things. Not all saloon girls were as discerning as you and had taken customers after hours. They would gossip with each other afterwards, and you heard plenty about the act, just had never gone all the way yourself. And you had bathed a man before, picking up extra work at a hotel as a bath girl before you joined the gang. You weren't ignorant of a man's anatomy. 

But the thought of having the Morgan twins giving you a bath… You had to breathe deep to calm your racing heart. It was probably just them buying a bath for you at the hotel, not them physically giving you one. 

But you could dream.

"Alright," you said. "A bath sounds lovely."

Arthur opened the door for you and guided you inside the hotel, his fingertips brushing along the small of your back. He tipped his hat at the desk clerk as he led you upstairs to the hotel room.

You could hear Thorne requesting that a bath be brought to their room, and you wondered at the cost. Surely there was a bathing room downstairs that was easier to use? You looked over at Arthur, who immediately shook his head, knowing you were about to ask.

“Don’t worry about the price, darlin’. We’re treating you tonight.”

You swallowed. Something was definitely up.

***

You watched two men carry hot water buckets to the bathtub on the other side of the grandiose hotel room that Arthur had rented for the night. Sitting on the settee by the window, you sat next to Arthur, who was quietly writing in his journal. Thorne was leaning against the wall, watching the two men fill the tub. You and Thorne would quietly talk about the meal you just shared and favorite dishes in general, but you knew he was talking just to keep you from thinking too much about anything else.

“That should be it,” one of the men said, looking at Thorne expectantly. 

He sighed and flipped the man a quarter. “Thanks,” he mumbled, glaring at the men as they left, quickly shutting and locking the door afterwards. Then he turned to you, a fiery look in his eyes. 

Arthur finished his writing and closed his journal. Turning towards you, he stood up and held his hand out to you. Taking it, you stood and followed him to the tub. Standing before the steaming water, you looked back at the twins, who were stepping away. They set up the wooden room divider to give you privacy.

Part of you was relieved, part of you was disappointed. Too timid to ask them to stay, you sighed as you started to take off your clothes. Taking off your shoes and stockings, you could hear them removing their gun belts and gear. Unbuttoning your blouse and your skirt, you draped them over the divider. You removed your drawers, and as you placed them with your other clothes, you heard their footsteps coming closer. Your heart pounded faster.

“Can we come around, sweetheart?”

“Um, sure,” you answered hesitantly. Dressed only in your chemise, you knew this was inappropriate.

When they both came into view, dressed in just their short drawers and nothing else, you decided you didn’t care about being inappropriate. Smiling at the two of them, you felt yourself grow wet as they came closer, sandwiching you between their almost bare bodies. Arthur stood before you, his eyes traveling up and down, taking in the sight of you as his hands caressed your arms. Thorne came up behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his head dipping down to kiss behind your ear.

“You tell us when to stop, darlin’,” Arthur whispered, his face so close to yours.

“Otherwise we won’t,” Thorne rumbled. His lips grazed down your neck before he lightly bit the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You gasped when Thorne bit you. “Don’t stop,” you moaned.

Arthur’s hands cupped your face as he narrowed the distance and kissed you. His kiss was gentle, slowly coaxing you open as his tongue flicked at your lower lip. You moaned softly, and you heard Thorne behind you groan. 

“Sweetheart, you keep makin’ sounds like that, and I won’t last,” Thorne muttered. He slipped the chemise off your shoulders, pushing it down your body, his hands exploring your exposed skin. Holding your hips, he pulled your body against his, his hips grinding against the curve of your ass so you could feel his excitement.

“My turn,” he growled as he pulled you away from Arthur, who stepped back and let go of your face. Thorne gripped your jaw and turned your head towards him before devouring you. His kiss was so different from Arthur’s; if Arthur was a campfire, warm and inviting, then Thorne was a firestorm, forcing his tongue into your mouth and taking you passionately, his other hand cupping your breast, his finger and thumb teasing your nipple as he ground his shaft against you.

“Be gentle with her,” Arthur chided.

“Sorry,” Thorne said as he let go of your jaw. He kissed your temple. “She’s just so delicious, I can’t control myself.”

 Arthur drew you out of Thorne’s embrace and helped you into the tub. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” As you sat down in the tub, he sat on the edge and helped you clean your hair, his hands massaging your scalp. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the sensual feeling of his fingers on you.

When you heard Thorne sit on the other side of the tub, you opened your eyes and watched as he lathered up the soap and started to stroke your chest and shoulders.

“We’re goin’ to make you nice and clean,” Thorne murmured as his hand went lower, stroking your belly, the heat growing as he moved down to your hips. His dark turquoise eyes burned with lust as he watched you writhe under his touch. “You’ve wanted this, right?”

You nodded.

“Both of us?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, both of you” you answered truthfully.

“Naughty girl,” Thorne chuckled. “But I like naughty girls.”

As Thorne sat back and ran his fingers lazily up and down your arm, he watched Arthur finish with cleaning your hair. Then together they moved further down the tub, their hands reaching down to massage your legs and feet, taking their time to work out all of your tense muscles. It was heaven. You leaned back and closed your eyes, enjoying being pampered like this, wondering if this was a dream.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” Thorne said, his hand guiding you forward towards one end of the tub.

You moved as he directed, then felt one of the twins get into the water behind you. His hands gripped your hips and lifted you into his lap, and you felt his naked shaft against your rear. You gasped at the size.

You heard Arthur laugh softly beside you, which meant you were sitting in Thorne’s lap. You opened your eyes when you felt Arthur stroke your breasts, taking his time to tease and pinch your nipples. You squirmed under his touch.

Then Thorne’s fingers skimmed along your inner thighs. “Spread your legs, sweet girl. Have to clean all of you.”

You bit your lip as you did what he said, spreading your legs under the water. 

“Good girl,” he murmured as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, his beard brushing against your skin. He slipped his fingers through your folds as he nibbled on the shell of your ear. Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his fingers and his cock beneath your ass.

His hand gripped your hip tighter. “Don’t move,” he growled. “Or this’ll be over before it begins.”

You stilled as you gripped the sides of the tub to steady yourself. His fingers found your clit and began stroking you steadily, your breaths becoming erratic as he pushed you higher and higher to your peak.

Arthur had not stopped touching you as he watched you get fingered by Thorne.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moaned as you felt a wave building up inside of you.

“That’s it darlin’, let go. Give in to that feelin', let it take you away.”

Like a kettle overflowing, your climax took you, a burst of hot pleasure rushing through your veins. You couldn’t stop yourself from jerking your hips upwards, your grip on the tub tightening as you nearly screamed, if not for Arthur’s hand quickly covering your mouth to keep you from alerting any neighbors.

You felt Thorne’s hand on your ass, his fingers moving along the divide of your rear as you caught your breath. 

Arthur let go of your mouth, a wide grin on his face. “That was beautiful to watch,” he said, looking at you in awe.

“Felt good in my arms,” Thorne added. He let you rest for a few more minutes, idly stroking your sides as Arthur went to get two towels for both of you. They helped you out of the tub and Arthur dried you off. Then he worked on drying your hair while Thorne quickly scrubbed himself clean. Once he was out and dried off, your hair was dry enough that it wasn’t dripping everywhere.

“C’mon,” Thorne said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. You saw Arthur get into the tub to clean off as Thorn carried you away to the bed.

***

Setting you down on the soft sheets, Thorne immediately flipped you over and pulled your legs over the side of the bed. As you started to get up, he splayed out his hand on your back and kept you down.

“You stay there, alright?”

“Why?”

“I told you. Yer goin’ to pay for teasin’ me earlier.”

His hand caressed your backside.

Then he spanked you.

You yelped. “Thorne!”

He only chuckled darkly as he caressed you again, the reddened skin more sensitive, before spanking your other cheek. “Two more, sweetheart.”

Two more spanks. Two more soft caresses in between each spank that burned, your skin becoming oversensitized.

You panted, the spankings almost too much for you. Just when you thought he’d let you up, you felt his fingers playing with your slit.

“Seems like you enjoyed that,” he said arrogantly. Letting go of your back, he flipped you over again and tossed you so far across the bed that your head was almost off the other side.  He crawled after you with a predatory look in his eyes. “You ready fer me, sweetheart?”

You swallowed. Were you?

Thorne didn’t give you much choice as he took hold of your knees and spread your legs wide open. Kneeling between your legs, he lined up his thick cock and pushed forward, your body already wet and willing to take him in. He leaned down, taking your head in his hands. “Eyes on me,” he growled as he slowly penetrated you.

You could barely breathe as you felt his girth fill you, his body covering you, his eyes hypnotizing you.

“Lemme see her too,” Arthur said.

You looked over to see Arthur, freshly bathed and naked, walking closer to you before kneeling next to the bed. Thorne let go of your face, pushing himself up to let Arthur caress your cheek. With Thorne’s cock taking you, Arthur leaned in closer. 

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want us,” he murmured.

“Yes, yes, I want both of you!”

Thorne slammed his hips the rest of the way inside of you just as Arthur kissed you, swallowing your cries. He pulled back and watched your face as Thorne started to fuck you, sitting up on his haunches so Arthur could play with your breasts.

“Yer our little darlin’ now,” Arthur said, the tone of possession in his voice sending shivers through you. “We’ll take real good care o’ you.”

Thorne hummed in agreement as he pounded you into the mattress. “Fuck, yer so tight, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Move aside,” Arthur growled as he got onto the bed, practically shoving Thorne out of the way. You giggled softly as Thorne pouted and pulled himself reluctantly away, letting Arthur settle between your legs. He wrapped his arms around you as he entered you, holding you close and nuzzling you gently. His hips slowly moved, making sure you were alright before he thrust deeper. 

“Darlin’, you feel so good,” he mumbled before he kissed you, stroking your face as he rolled his hips. “Can’t wait to feel you let go around me.”

You gasped as he rolled over onto his back, his hands moving up and down your back as he kissed your neck and your shoulders, sitting up to suck on your breasts as he encouraged you to ride his cock. You moved your hips, giving in to your selfish desires and reached down to rub your clit.

“That’s it, there you go. Find yer pleasure,” he whispered as you rode him hard, your hands on his shoulders as he lay back down and held your hips.

You were so lost in your passion that you hadn’t noticed Thorne coming back onto the bed until he started to caress your ass. When he found your rear entry, you bucked forward, unused to the contact. His fingers were covered in something slick, and he began to push one digit inside of you.

He shushed you when you yelped in surprise, his hand covering your mouth. “Keep it down, sweetpea. We’re making you ours, so just enjoy it.” He pushed his finger in further, working you open as Arthur’s cock slowly moved in and out of your pussy, keeping you distracted as Thorne pushed a second finger in, getting you ready for him. 

As your muscles relaxed and became used to his intrusion, Thorne leaned forward and wrapped his arm around you, gripping your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest and kissed your cheek sloppily, his lips against your skin. 

“Yer goin’ to take my cock in yer ass, girl,” he murmured.

Pulling his fingers out, you felt Thorne pushing the head of his cock past your ring. He filled you slowly, taking his time with you. 

Arthur reached up to caress your arms. “Breathe, darlin’. Breathe.”

You took slow, deep breaths as Thorne slowly took you, until his hips were flush with your rear.

Then the twins began to fuck you in tandem; as one filled you, the other pulled out, and together they made you lose your mind as Thorne grabbed your breasts roughly, squeezing your nipples hard before letting you go to dig his fingers into your hips, letting Arthur kiss your breasts. He playfully licked your skin and nipped at your neck.

“I… this is… too much…” you panted as you felt your mind slowly lose its grip on reality.

“Come for us, darlin’,” Arthur coaxed, reaching down to thumb your clit.

“Do it,” Thorne ordered, his breath heavy in your ear. “I know you love being filled with our cocks, dirty girl. Show us how much you love it.”

You swear you saw stars as you came, the pure bliss shooting through you, the best, greatest high that you would always and forever be addicted to, now that you experienced it. How could you ever go back to anything else?

And still, the twins pumped their cocks into you, moaning your name as they filled your ass and your pussy with their spend.

Thorne collapsed beside you as you fell on top of Arthur. For minutes, or perhaps hours, you weren’t sure, the three of you lay on the bed, sated. You felt like you were floating, slowly coming back down to earth.

You vaguely felt the two of them move around, one of them picking you up and tucking you under the sheets. You felt both of them sandwich you in between them as you fell asleep, surrounded by warmth and love.

***

The morning sun stabbed you in the eyes and you turned around, burying your face in the nearest chest.

“Hah, she takes after you,” Arthur said, laughing. He was already up, half dressed, packing your bags.

“You’re an abomination, wakin’ with the sun the way you do.”

You giggled at Thorne’s jab at Arthur’s morning habits. Then the events of last night came back to you like a wall of memories slamming into your brain, and you gasped softly.

“What is it?” Thorne asked, immediately wrapping his arms around you protectively. Arthur reached over Thorne and placed his hand on top of your head to pet you soothingly.

“Was last night real?” you asked meekly, looking up at Thorne and then past him at Arthur. “Are we… are all three of us… together?”

Thorne turned his head to look back at Arthur, who glanced down at him and nodded.

“Darlin’,” Arthur said softly. “Last night was the real thing. We want you to be with us. If you’ll have us both.”

“We came as a pair into the world,” Thorne continued, “and we wanted to have a woman that’d accept us both.”

You nodded. “I love you both. I’m so glad you didn’t make me choose. I would’ve just left if I had to pick.”

Both Thorne and Arthur surged forward to hug you.

“We love you too, darlin’.”

“Ain’t no one gonna take you from us, sweetheart.”

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End Notes: So that happened. I don’t know why I wrote so much for this, it was supposed to be just a quick threeway, but then some damn plot came out of nowhere and delayed the smut until the second chapter… Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, @mrskrazy!

[ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut]

It was Always You, Red Crackle childhood friends au chapter 1

Summary: AU Carmen and Graham had been best friends since that moment she punched Sheena in the face for pushing Graham in the sandbox. She was younger, but she'd always be there to protect her best friend from bullies!

"C-Can I marry you s-someday?" Graham stuttered, his cheeks and even the tips of his ears turning pink. Carmen let out a laugh, flicking his forehead. "Ouch!"

"You're silly! That would only happen if you became cool!" Carmen joked.

Flash forward to college--Graham and Carmen are reunited and Graham isn't the same boy who needed Carmen to beat up his bullies anymore. Now he's super handsome, charming, and did he just wink at her???

"Graham?" Carmen choked.

"Actually it's Gray now." Gray smirked

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Carmen remembers her first day of daycare at V.I.L.E—Valued Interest in Lengthened Education—in the Canary Islands. She was clinging to her adoptive father Suhara like he was her lifeline. Suhara was accepted to be a professor for the prestigious school from daycare to graduate school institution, and with that came Carmen’s free ride into V.I.L.E Academy. Suhara would never have to worry about his little girl getting a poor education and Suhara was guaranteed his position with tons of benefits and job security.

However, a new home and a new school was quite scary for little Carmen, and she expressed displeasure at the move.

“I don’t wanna go, Papa!” Three-year-old Carmen protested. “New places are scary! Japan is better!”

Suhara gave her a soft smile and patted her head.

“New places are only scary if you let them be.” Suhara told her. Carmen pouted but saw his point.

“You’ll be there?” Carmen asked.

“Yes. We’ll be together.” Suhara promised her. This swayed little Carmen, and she hugged her father tightly.

Now it was the big day. Today she would be meeting kids her own age who would be learning new stuff like her. She wondered if any of the kids would be lonely. Unlike her, none of their parents were allowed on the island. It was the price to pay for their little ones to gain the best education.

“What if no one likes me?” Carmen worried. Suhara grinned.

“They’d have low intelligence then.” Suhara simply stated. Carmen giggled and allowed Suhara to hand her off to Miss Cookie Booker, the daycare to elementary director. Cookie cooed at the little girl. Suhara watched Carmen be taken away, inwardly wincing at the handful his daughter was. He hoped Miss Booker was used to mischievous children…

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“Here we are, sweetheart!” Miss Booker opened the door to the daycare center and Carmen’s eyes widened at the vast amount of kids and play equipment there was. There were also multiple tables for drawing and coloring and tons of toys to play with! Carmen didn’t know what she wanted to do first!

Cookie put her down on the floor and left to attend to other duties. Carmen noticed a man with a hat staring at a picture lovingly, not at all paying attention to the kids running around. Carmen was alone. She shifted nervously before deciding to just roll with it and start playing. She hurried to the slide, racing up it and twisting herself over the bar to slide down.

“Hey there!” a voice with an accent called out. Carmen stopped flipping herself over the slide to see two orange haired kids staring at her in glee. The boy climbed up the small slide and moved beside her. “Did you try this?” he asked, using the overhead of the slide to roll himself backwards in a flip, slipping down the slide backwards. Carmen was excited. She copied the boy, her smaller size allowing her to be more graceful than him.

“Now you should try this one!” the girl joined them and proceeded to roll forward down the small slide. The boy and Carmen clapped in approval.

“Name’s Ivy! This is my brother Zack!” Ivy introduced themselves.

“I’m Carmen!” Carmen grinned, happy she met fellow kids her age.

“Stick with us, Carm! We’ll show you the ropes!” Zack says.

“Me and Zack are always doing tricks cause Mr. Haber is too busy making kissy faces at Miss Cleo!” Ivy added.

“Kissy faces?” Carmen tilted her face. Zack and Ivy grimaced together.

“Yeah! He ain’t normal! Girls have cooties!” Zack shuddered. Ivy looked insulted.

“Excuse me?” Ivy put her little hands on her hips. Zack sweated a bit.

“Well I mean, you and Carm don’t have cooties! You’re awesome!” Zack amended. Ivy appeared satisfied. While they were bickering, Carmen’s attention was drawn to the windows leading to the outside. Her eyes immediately locked onto the larger playground equipment where kids bigger than them were playing. Her heart longed to be out there—imagine all the tricks she could do!

“Oh! Yeah, we can’t go out to the big kid playground yet.” Ivy noticed where she was looking, also looking bummed out.

“Yeah! It stinks! The big kids get to go out there all the time! Unfair!” Zack gave off a pout, crossing his arms. “I could push Trey into a sandbox!”

Carmen continued to watch all the bigger kids playing outside. There were so many! However, her eyes caught a certain boy who looked fearful. He was older than her and looked nervous at the surrounding kids. Carmen’s eyes narrowed when she saw a blonde-haired girl push the brown-haired boy into the sandbox, the other kids laughing.

Anger seized her, and before she thought about it, she was already running towards the windows, trying to unlock them. Zack and Ivy followed her, wondering what she was doing.

“It’s okay, Carm! We’ll get out there someday.” Ivy tried to reassure her.

“There’s a kid being pushed! We gotta help him!” Carmen told them, pointing to the scene. Zack and Ivy saw one of the kids kick some sand into the lanky brown-haired boy’s face. The injustice of it caused them to race to the window and try to help their newfound friend. They were all too familiar with Trey picking on Zack to know what bullying looked like.

“Ow!” Zack exclaimed after punching the glass, nothing happening. He put his fist in his mouth to try and soothe it.

“We can’t break it!” Ivy was frustrated. Carmen glanced up and saw a lock, her eyes glinting with an idea.

“Give me a boost!” Carmen urged them. Zack and Ivy allowed Carmen to climb their shoulders and she immediately grabbed the lock, unlatching it, the window creaking open enough for a little kid to slip through. “Yes!”

With that, she used Ivy and Zack to climb out the window, tumbling into the bushes. Not wasting any time, the three-year-old rolled to her feet and raced towards the sandbox. The brown-haired boy was rubbing his eyes to rid himself of sand, trying in vain not to cry as the kids laughed at him, and Carmen vaulted herself towards the blonde-haired girl as she was about to shove the boy again.

“Wha—” the girl cried as Carmen tackled her to the ground, sitting on her stomach and flinging her fists rapidly into the girl’s face. The girl was screaming, drawing the attention of everyone on the playground. Her friends tried to help her, reaching for Carmen, but it appeared Zack and Ivy were able to escape as well because the twins gave a war cry, shoving themselves into the two other boys. Soon there were tons of kids in the elementary division coming over to witness the three daycare kids wail on some of the kindergartners.

“What in the world?!” A voice exclaimed. Someone was running towards them quickly and soon Carmen was lifted from the older girl, being restrained. “Stop this at once!” the stern voice ordered.

It was Miss Cookie Booker, looking furious and flabbergasted at how three of the daycare kids got out of the daycare room. Two other attendants scooped up Zack and Ivy as well, who struggled greatly in their arms.

“Let me at ‘em!” Zack gave a shout, wiggling.

“We’ll break their nose!” Ivy added.

“The twins…” Cookie Booker groaned in dismay. She looked down at Carmen who gave her a glare back. How dare this lady forbid her from beating up the bullies! Cookie’s eyes narrowed. “How on earth did you three get out?”

“Ma’am! The window is wide open!” one of the attendants pointed. Sure enough, Miss Booker could see where Carmen, Zack and Ivy crawled out of. She paled.

“Where was Dash Haber? Those windows should remain locked!” Cookie exclaimed. Her eyes then narrowed. “He better not have been looking at pictures of Miss Cleo again or so help me—”

“I’ll have you know I did no such thing!” Mr. Haber made himself known, his cheeks flushed, clearly indicating he was doing just that. He sighed when he saw the culprits of this fight. “Zack, Ivy, not you two again!”

“They had an accomplice this time.” Cookie held up Carmen, who looked annoyed with being displayed to the faculty.

“She bwoke my wose!” the blonde-haired girl cried, blood coming from her nostrils. Her two friends looked worse for wear as well.

“Don’t push people then!” Carmen fired back. The blonde-haired girl looked furious.

“Why you—”

“Sheena, you’re picking on the other kids again?! I’ll have to add that to your progress report to your parents! You too, Antonio and Jean Paul!” Miss Cookie barked. The three children protested, but Miss Booker was firm. She handed Carmen to Dash and ushered the three delinquents to the nurse’s office. Dash eyed Carmen suspiciously and Carmen raised a brow back, daring him to say something. He sighed, signaling to the other attendants to follow him with Zack and Ivy. They were soon returned to the daycare center with the window being latched shut, Zack and Ivy praising her for her sick moves against Sheena.

“That was so cool! Think you can do that to Trey?” Zack asked her happily. Carmen grinned, glad Zack and Ivy still thought she was awesome.

“I hope that kid’s okay.” Carmen fretted, her mind still on the boy. Ivy patted her shoulder.

“I’m sure he’s fine! He got a hero to save him!” Ivy pumped her fist. Carmen let herself be at ease and soon the three were back doing cool tricks on the play equipment. It wasn’t until designated nap time that Carmen was reminded of her earlier battle.

Mr. Haber was currently out of the room, assisting with other duties during the kids’ nap time. Carmen was woken up by a tiny knock on the window. Curious, she crept closer, finding the window slightly ajar. Mr. Haber must not have latched it shut all the way.

“Psst! You in there?” a boy’s voice whispered. His face peaked up and Carmen saw it was the brown-haired boy from before. She stood on her tip toes to face him. Seeing her grey eyes locking with his brown ones, an elated grin erupted on his face. “It’s you!” he spoke with a heavy accent, different from Zack and Ivy’s but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“It’s you too!” Carmen whispered, her voice drifting through the gap. The boy looked positively ecstatic she remembered him. She nudged closer to the glass, attempting to get closer to him. He did the same, their breaths both coated their side of the glass.

“J-Just wanted to say thanks—you’re a tough sheila!” the boy’s meek tone traveled through the window. Carmen didn’t know what a Sheila was, but found his stutter cute.

“You’re welcome! My Papa says to always be like the samuwai! Samuwai are heroes!” Carmen told him, thinking back to Suhara and his stories about Japan.

“W-what’s your name?” he was eager to know, despite his shyness. Carmen could see the bushes hid him well. No one was the wiser to him coming to the window and conversing with her.

“I’m Carmen! What’s yours?” Carmen grinned. Her first day and she already was making even more friends! Papa will be so proud!

“I’m G—” here he squeaked, blushing heavily, before clearing his throat, continuing “I’m Graham.” He tried to sound deeper, more confident. Carmen giggled and a delighted smile spread across his features. She placed her hand on the window glass, with Graham matching her.

“Nice to meet ya, Graham!” she whispered happily.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[polyamorousmisanthrope]

The  Great Peanut Butter Controversy of the Second Grade Summer

Virginia rolled over in her bed, poised to jump out when she saw Anjali sleeping on a mat by the bookshelf.

Dr. Rao must have been paged to come in again, she thought and started moving as quietly as possible.  The last time she woke Anjali too early, her best friend was grumpy all day and even refused to play in Beediebump.

Because she wanted to be quiet, she pulled out a blue sundress and slipped it on quickly.  She decided that it would be okay to skip brushing her hair, too, and just clipped it in a barrette.

She moved slowly through the silent house.  She peeked into her parents’ room.  Her dad’s side of the bed was empty, and her mother’s head made a dark contrast to the white sheet.  Stepping even more carefully, she passed her noisy brother’s silent room.  He almost looked cute, clutching the Winnie the Pooh.

Happily, she lifted a kitchen chair carefully and moved it to the counter where Mom stored the bread. She felt like she was already grown up – getting the last of the bread to make her own breakfast of cheese melted on toast with a tart green apple. With even more care, as the stairs could be noisy, she went to the basement where they kept the good TV and called up a science program about rats and how people think.  The rats had electrodes in their brains and the thought gave her a delightfully icky shiver.

The announcer had just started talking about different things that happened when the electrodes were placed in different parts of the rats’ brains when she heard noisy little feet overhead followed by the heavier sound of an adult running.

“Trey, don’t you dare climb up on the counter!” Virginia’s mother shouted.  The sound of a chair falling in the kitchen without the large thump of a person falling told Virginia that her mother had caught her little brother before he’d gotten up to the cupboard where there was a package of Oreos.

Virginia winced.  She knew she should have replaced the chair. She also wished her brother were stealthier.  If he were, she could help herself to cookies and blame it on him.  But if she snuck any, Mom would notice the cookie count had gone down and no-one would believe it was Trey.

She turned off the TV, came upstairs where her mother poured cereal for her little brother and Anjali. “Did you want some breakfast, Punkin’?”

“I already ate,” Virginia said.

“Did you leave your plate downstairs?” her mother asked.

Virginia made a face and went back to the family room to retrieve the plate.  “Can we watch-“

“Nope,” Mom interrupted. “Outside.  Behave yourselves and I’ll have a surprise at lunch.”

Virginia and Anjali caught each other’s eyes and then they both glared at Trey.  Virginia said, “That means you can’t throw my Frisbee on the roof.”

“You can’t keep me out of Beediebump, either,” Trey said.

Virginia took a breath to reply, when Mom sighed.  “Squabbling counts as not behaving.  Trey, don’t lose your sister’s stuff.  Virginia, he’s allowed in Beediebump, same as you.  And Virginia, you and Anjali are not to get your brother spun up.  Clear?”

“But what if he’s-“

“No instigating!” Mom said.

“What does instigate mean?” Anjali asked.  Mom liked using big words.  The kids were always free to ask for a definition.

“Being mean in sneaky ways so that someone loses their temper and retaliates.  Don’t look at me like that.  I’ve seen you both doing it.  Now, outside, all three of you, before I sell you to a Renfaire.”

Virginia considered that she’d actually like to spend all of her time dressing up, but said nothing and led the way out into the back yard to Beediebump.

Beediebump was a small copse of trees at the back of their property, bordered by other people’s well-kept yards.  The trees and undergrowth made natural little private spaces where Virginia could play as if she were in her own world.  The name of the land derived from the sound of her sandal on the root as she swung in her swingset, making a beedie-bump! twanging noise.

“I have an idea,” Anjali said quietly as they went out to the swing set.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s run races with Trey around the house.”

Virginia made a face. She hated running.  “Why?”

“No, listen.  You run a race with him, but let him win by a little bit. Then I’ll run and beat him.  Then you beat him.  Then we both let him win.  We keep doing that till he’s sick of it.”

“Why?”  Virginia asked.  “I wanted to finish putting stones around the town square in Beedie Bump.”

Anjali rolled her eyes, “Because he’ll get tired and won’t bug us.”

“Okay,” Virginia agreed.

It worked, but Virginia wasn’t so sure it was worth the price.  By lunchtime she was yawning and her stomach growled. But Mom was happy with all of them.

“I loved the way you were playing so nicely with Trey today,” she said, running her hand over Virginia’s head.  “Want lunch on the patio or inside?”

“Inside.  It’s hot.”

Mom gestured the children inside and handed plates around the kitchen table, looking pleased.

Virginia made a face. “What’s this?”

“I learned how to make bread!” Mom said cheerfully.  “It’s just a peanut butter sandwich.  Taste it!”

Virginia took a bite. The bread felt all wrong on her teeth and tongue and tasted strange to her.  What was worse, the peanut butter had a grainy texture and wasn’t sweet enough. She put the sandwich down and made a face.  Looking to her brother, she noticed the same dubious expression.  

Emboldened by her hope of solidarity, Virginia burst out, “I don’t like it.”

“Virginia, that’s good homemade bread!” Mom protested.

“I like store bread better. And what’s wrong with the peanut butter?”

“Well, I made that, too,” Mom answered with a note of disappointment in her voice.  “The store-bought kind has too much sugar.”

That would explain why this awful stuff isn’t sweet enough.

Mom sighed, “I thought it would be a nice surprise, but-“

“I like it,” Trey said and took a big bite.

Virginia, indignant at her brother’s betrayal, burst out.  “Well, this is awful and I want the store bought kind!”

Mom got That Look and said nothing for a minute.  Virginia gulped but scowled directly at her.  “I won’t eat it.”

“Well, I guess you’re going to have to buy your own bread and peanut butter then,” Mom said quietly.

The three children winced. When Mom got all firm and quiet, the house could be grim for the rest of the day.  Virginia, feeling like there was nothing left to lose, burst out, “Mom, that’s silly!  I don’t have any money.”

“You can earn it,” Mom said with a grin both tight and harsh.  “I’ll even pay you for chores. But you’re going to have to eat that sandwich if you want a deal.”

“Okay,” Virginia said with defiant bravado.

Mom smiled, rooted in a drawer and pulled out a grocery bag.  “I’ll pay you a dollar every time you fill one of these bags with sweet gum balls.”

Sweet gum balls were the bane of the household.  Dropped from the various sweet gum trees around the yard, the lawn mower chewed them up and scattered them across the yard so it was ugly (which bothered Mom) and you couldn’t go barefoot because it would hurt your foot (which bothered everybody).

Virginia hated picking up the prickly things.  You spent forever bent over staring at the dry grass of summer trying to find the things. Sometimes you had to kind of dig them out of the dirt because someone had stepped on them.  

The only good thing about them was that if you got enough bags together, Dad would use them in the barbecue pit to make hamburgers, which made everyone happy, as Mom and Dad refused to buy charcoal.  

The work was boring, and she couldn’t figure out a way to make it go in any sort of logical system. She tried to get Anjali and Trey to help, but they both refused unless paid, so Virginia saw little point in that. There was no-one to talk to, nothing to read and nothing to think about but how much her back ached from leaning over and how much she hated that weird bread and peanut butter her mother made.

But she picked up three paper grocery bags full that day.

After dinner that night Dad commented with a sigh, “I guess I better go pick up sweet gum balls before I mow the lawn.”

“Virginia did that this afternoon,” Mom commented, watching Dad put his dinner plate in the dishwasher.

“What in the world did she do that you made her do that?” Dad asked.

“I didn’t make her. It was a business transaction,” Mom said.  “She didn’t want to eat homemade bread and peanut butter.  I told her if she didn’t want to eat what I made, she could buy her own.”

“Good move, Boo,” Dad said quietly and got that kissy look on his face.  Virginia left the kitchen.

After her bath that night, Virginia went into the living room where mom sat with her laptop frowning at the screen.  “What’s wrong?”

“I’m kinda stumped on what I’m going to write for my blog,” Mom said.  “Can I talk about what happened today and about our agreement?”

Mom always asked if she could put personal stuff on her blog.

“I don’t want you to,” Virginia said.  “Why do you have to write that, anyway?”

“It’s my job, kiddo. You don’t really want to go to daycare or something, do you?”

“I thought keeping Anjali was your job,” Virginia said.

Mom rubbed her eyes and sighed, “I have a lot of jobs, Punkin’.  Where’s Daddy?”

“Getting Trey into his pajamas,” Virginia said.  “Can I have a flashlight tonight?”

“If you want to, but I don’t advise reading more than a chapter if you’re going to be working tomorrow,” Mom commented.  “Are you?”

“I don’t have enough for a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter yet, do I?”

“Nope, not yet.”

“Then yes.  What can I do?”

“Lemme think about it, honey,” Mom said and kissed her.

Virginia got the flashlight out of the drawer in the sideboard, and went to her room.  Dad was just kissing all of Trey’s stuffed animals good night and pulling up the blanket.  “I’ll be in to kiss you goodnight in a sec, doll baby.”

With a satisfyingly big chapter book in her hand, Virginia climbed into bed.  Daddy came in and pulled a chair to the bedside, spinning it around and sitting on it backwards, arms folded across the chair back.  “You need to be nicer to your mother, Miss Virginia.”

“I thought you said I’m not supposed to lie,” Virginia said.  “That weird bread and homemade peanut butter was gross.”

“You need to learn to be truthful and kind at the same time.  It’s what grown-ups do.  Don’t take advantage of Mom’s good nature, understand?  If that had been my Mom…”  Dad trailed off and Virginia winced.  Grandma was awfully strict and had a temper.

Virginia nodded silently. Her father kissed her goodnight, and Virginia dove under the covers, happily reading an old story about a girl and her spy route, but deciding she had pushed it far enough for one day and closed the book after the first chapter.  

 It stopped feeling like summer to Virginia and started to feel like an endless Saturday of garden chores. Anjali didn’t come over because none of her mom’s patients had babies due, so Dr. Rao had been free to take Anjali on a quick trip to the beach.

Virginia cleared clutter away from spots on the dining room table so her mother could take pictures of summer flower arrangements for her blog.  She learned to clean a bathroom, and got sent back to finish because she’d left hairs all over the counter.  She deadheaded all the withered blooms from the petunias, got sticky all over her hands, and had to wash her hands at the hose outside before her mother would let her come in to lunch.  She watered all the flowers in pots on the patio, hefting the heavy watering can because her mother wouldn’t let her use the hose.   So she’d dragged it across a plot of Hosta and uprooted half the plants. They were just big leaves, anyway. It’s not like they were pretty flowers or anything!

At the end of the week, Virginia came to her mother and asked her if there were any more chores to do.

“You can if you want, honey, but you’ve earned plenty for what you want,” Mom said, handing her a wrinkled bill.  

Virginia had never owned so much money at one time.  The paper felt somehow like more than paper – heavy and slick.  But it felt like more than that.  It felt like possibilities and at the same time felt pitifully small in the face of all the work she had done.

“Can I think about it?” Virginia asked.

“You can always think,” Mom said.  “Thinking’s good.  But it’s time for us to go to the grocery store.  Put that in your pocket.  You’re going to need it, right?”

At the store, Trey didn’t want to sit in the shopping cart as he usually did, but insisted on going with Virginia to the bread aisle.  

“I’m not buying this for you,” Virginia said.  “You wouldn’t even help me pick up sweet gum balls.”

Trey took in a deep breath as if to shout about the unfairness of it, when Mom sighed, “Trey, she can do that if she wants to.  Come on and get in the cart.  You, Little Red Hen, can go buy your stuff.”

In the bread aisle, Virginia looked at the prices.  She wasn’t good at adding up big numbers, but finally figured out that her mother was right. She had a few cents more than a loaf of bread and a jar of their usual peanut butter would cost.

She felt the bill in her pocket and frowned, thinking about the sweet gum balls, her sticky hands and the heavy watering can.  The homemade bread?  It wasn’t that bad.  Certainly not no-play-no-fun-work-all-day bad.

She left the bread aisle and went to find her mother.  On the way to the produce section, she passed an aisle with play makeup for little girls. Her mother had always been cool to the idea of her getting any – not quite saying no, but always putting her off. Firmly, Virginia took the kit in hand and went to find her mother and brother.

“I changed my mind,” Virginia said.  “I’m getting this.”

“And what are you going to have for lunches?” Mom asked.

“I’ll eat the weird bread,” Virginia said.  “I’d rather have this.”

Mom looked more carefully at the makeup kit and winced, muttering, “You would.  Well, it’s your money, kiddo.  But that’s for dress-up.  Understand?”

Virginia agreed, full of satisfaction as she paid for the makeup kit with her own money.  At home, she carefully put the change in her ballerina jewelry box, and arranged the make-up on her dresser, feeling more grown-up than ever to have earned the money for it herself.

[beatconductor-blog]

Coco 👑Yesterday at 8:32 PM

You open your eyes with a loud groan. What the fuck kind of shit did you take last night? This is the worst hangover ever. Or did you finally die and this is hell? Whatever it is, it's bullshit. 

The room comes into focus and you realize that no, you're not dead, you're safe in the hideout and sadly very much alive, just fucked up. And there's someone next to your bed too. 

"Heeeeey...!" Good speech skills.

rootyYesterday at 8:38 PM

And that someone is Droog. 

Actually nope, that someone is you. Droog let you know that Sock is stable and should hopefully, hopefully wake up soon. So you choose to wait in the room with him like the gay you are.

You aren't quite sure how long you've waited, because you may or may not have slipped off into a nap again. Maybe five minutes, maybe two hours. But Sock moving and and talking pulls you out of sleep and turns you (almost) wide awake.

"Uh, h-hey. What's up man you look like shit." Nailed it.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 8:58 PM

"Really? Weird because I feel like I could start marathons right now."  Badum-tsh. 

"Can...Can you give me my glasses? Can't even see your worried face all properly and shit."

rootyYesterday at 9:04 PM

"What's my face to you. You gay or what?" It's never a bad time for some friendly mockery. You do get him his glasses off the nearby table or something though.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 9:09 PM

"Can't a dude appreciate your fucking face without being gay? No homo, it's just a nice sight alright." You put on your glasses and immediately change your mind. "You look like shit too. Fuck do I look even worse than you?"

rootyYesterday at 9:12 PM

"Dunno, you wanna find out? We can ask Mr. D if you want." You still give him a weak smirk, tired, but relieved that he's awake and probably, hopefully, getting better

Coco 👑Yesterday at 9:16 PM

"Maybe later." You make grabby hands at Dave. It's not gay if you wanna hold hands when you're all kinds of fucked up right?

rootyYesterday at 9:24 PM

The grabby hands confuse you just for a moment. Does he want, what, a hug? Well, sure, not like you're gonna turn down the request of a half-dead bird. And when you start having second-thoughts and worry about being awkward, you're already too commited to the movement to stop without it becoming even more awkward. And hey, you kinda really want that hug.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 9:32 PM

Not what you meant but you gladly take the hug. You try to hold Dave as tight as you can which is not very tight at all and an incredibly stupid idea when you have just been shot in the stomach. You groan in pain but you also don't let go. No fuck this, you want this damn hug.

rootyYesterday at 10:10 PM

Oh no, it hurts doesn't it? This was a stupid idea, Dave, dammit. But he's not letting go so... You just try to shift away from where you remember the bullet wound to be. Eventually, the position gets a little uncomfortable though and you have to pull away anyway. 

"Geez man... if you plan to get shot you can at least tell me alright. I won't judge you."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:17 PM

No don't go! That's where you decide fuck it and just take his hand. So what if it's gay? You are in pain, you get to be gay. 

 "Sorry, I'll shoot you a message before I pull you into my kinky bullshit next time." You sigh. "But seriously...I'm. I'm sorry you saw that and for uh..You know before and. Thanks for saving my ass." 

 Suddenly starring at your own gay hand is much easier than looking at him.

rootyYesterday at 10:21 PM

It's very gay, and you're very alright with it. After having to fear you might actually lose him.... Now, that was gay. 

You vaguely remember Sock wanted to meet you to talk with you about stuff, but you aren't sure if that is at all relevant anymore, or the right time to mention. 

"What was even the problem of these asshats?" Should you mention that you killed two of them? Oh right, you killed two of them, welp, shit. Repression is a wonderful thing.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:29 PM

"Said that this is their turf now. Something about Mobster Kingping? Guess I ain't selling anywhere near there for a while." Not that you'd exactly want to.

"What uh...What happened after y'know... I got shot? It's.. A bit fuzzy. You're not hurt right?" Please don't be. That actually makes you look up again a worried expression on your face. He doesn't look okay, but not really physically hurt either at least.

rootyYesterday at 10:31 PM

"Nah, I'm as chill as always. Even better, even." Look, you're trying your best here. And please stop that awful, worried face.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:40 PM

Frown. You really don't believe that at all, but pushing probably won't do shit will it? It's probably better to save some angst for later anyways. Talking about angst. "Sorry for giving you a scare... Guess I gotta up my training again, that was pitiful..."

rootyYesterday at 10:43 PM

"I mean, training won't save you in every situation. But this city's dangerous... I've been sparring on and off with the big clown if you wanna go bold. Or you know, you could try it with me." You're not feeling much like it though, to be honest. Maybe because the only training methods you know are the brute force ways of your Bro.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:51 PM

Funny that, your Bro just happens to be exactly why you are not too big on that idea along with a nice old dose of losing most of your muscle mass to years of being captured by Scratch.  Fun! 

 "Yeah..Maybe." To say you look defeated would be nice. You are so fucking tired of everything. You just keep fucking up everything for everyone don't you?

rootyYesterday at 11:01 PM

Oh. Oh man, seeing him like this hurts. Everything sucks and you don't know what to do. All your usual deflection tactics are out of the question. "I'm glad you made it.."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:07 PM

"Really?" You don't really want to be a depressed self loathing piece of shit but fuck. This is a good time to hide your face with your shitty bird hands so he at least won't have to see that. Fuck.

rootyYesterday at 11:24 PM

"Really. I'm.. I'm glad I made it. In time, I mean. Well, kind of. I know sooner would've been better, but-" No, stop, bad Dave. You sigh and nudge his ass away a little so you can sit next to him on the bed and embrace him. "I mean, hey, if you ever need some bodyguards, I can recommend you some."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:28 PM

You open your mouth to say something along the lines of maybe later would have been so you are no one's problem anymore but then he's already  next to you and fuck it. That's not going to do shit is it?

Now burying your face in Dave's shoulder though? That's actually nice, so you go for that.  "Are you the bodyguard? Because I'd like that."

rootyYesterday at 11:38 PM

"I mean I'm not gonna say no for the right price." You pull him a little closer and put your own head on his.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:40 PM

"How much? I'm afraid I can only pay with my body, hospital bills and all."

rootyYesterday at 11:42 PM

"That should do for now. Maybe Droog can pay up for the rest."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:43 PM

"You offering some extra services too?"

rootyYesterday at 11:49 PM

"Anytime you want, babe. Dude. Dudebabe."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:50 PM

"Mmmm...Can this dudebabe request a kissy kiss and his bodyguard to lie down with him then?"

rootyYesterday at 11:53 PM

You inhale, ready to get on your usual accusations and protests of gaydom, but. That was the deal. And you gladly yield and give him a 'kissy kiss', then get comfy with him.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:58 PM

That's all you really need to slowly drift off again, a small smile on your face. Everything's a fuck but hey, it's bearable like this.

[drarrymylove]

Anonymous said: A jealous/possessive draco with a shy oblivious harry please!! Love you so much!  ((Love you too)) @unknownstudent23 said: Mistletoe. Eight year. Yule ball as professors. Soulmate with tattoo. (combinations as seen fit but individual prompts) Anonymous said: For the prompt thing- maybe a cute holiday drarry something where Draco discovers what a mistletoe is and is slightly obsessed? ((I do apologize, I modified this third one a bit))

Pansy and Draco sat together in Advanced Herbology with the other eighth year herbology students.  Professor Sprout was in the middle of a long-winded speech about the differences between Muggle and magical mistletoe.  

“-thus, magical mistletoe does not need a host plant in the event there are witches and wizards around to provide the, well- kissy magic they seem to feed on.” Professor Sprout said. “ Though this did become increasingly problematic in a school setting.  Highly inappropriate at times, trapping any two individuals for often very long periods of time unless the victims kissed.”

“If it was so bad, why didn’t they just wait it out?” asked a Hufflepuff Draco didn’t know.

“Raise a hand for questions, please.  Imagine you really needed the toilet.  Or imagine being caught in the courtyard during a snow storm.  We’ve even provided a chaperone in events of a professor was stuck under mistletoe with a student.”

“If you need a chaperone, then maybe that professor shouldn’t be teaching here,” said a Ravenclaw, or rather, a former Ravenclaw.

“You would be right if it were only the student we were protecting.  Rumors or bullying that could have followed could have negatively effected both the student and the professor.  We simply wished to keep the careless words of others from hurting either person,” Sprout pointed back to the first student, “yes, you have another question.”

The girl said, “Why didn’t they just ban mistletoe from the school?”

“Why didn’t they just ban herbology from the school,” Draco whispered to Pansy.

Pansy coughed to hide a laugh.

“Magical mistletoe is incredibly invasive, and unlike its non-magical cousin, it does not need a host tree or other plant.  And dare I say, the abundance of -ahem- kissy magic in a school, has not made banning such a plant very easy.  I was quite proud of a particular student for manipulating the magical signature of our local strain of mistletoe.  He’s been working on it for a couple years now and has been able to alter the magic to allow volunteers under the mistletoe.  I’m sure you’ve all noticed that the mistletoe this year is allowing willing students to to take someone’s place under the mistletoe.  No unwilling kisses or absurd waiting times to be released.  I was proud to award one hundred year points to the Eighth Years when the first cluster of leaves popped up with the new magical signature.”

Pansy whispered, “Wow, wonder who ruined misteltoe.”

A hand shot up across the greenhouse, “Professor?  You mean an Eighth Year did this?”

Draco whispered back to Pansy, “What do you mean ruined?  You would want to be forced to kiss anyone you happened to be trapped with?”

“It’s just a kiss,” Pansy said.

“Not everyone feels that way.  What if you were stuck with,” Draco looked around before noticing Longbottom who’d inexplicably gone quite red, “Longbottom? You’d feel differently then, I bet.”

Professor Sprout cleared her throat, giving Pansy and Draco a pointed look. “Of course. Mr Longbottom has been working on this project for a while.”

Once Sprout’s attention was away from them, Pansy leaned back to Draco, “Are you kidding?  I’d climb him like a tree.”

Draco stared at Pansy as though she announced her intention to kiss the Giant Squid.

“Don’t look at me like that.  You can’t tell me he isn’t that rugged sort of handsome.  And he’s huge.  I bet he could throw me over his shoulder,” Pansy said, stealing glances in his direction.

“Alright.  We are going to Pomfrey after this,” Draco said. Pansy scoffed but Draco kept talking, “I know for a fact you’re not attracted to chubby men.”

“I said I wasn’t attracted to Greg or Vinny.  Also, it is immediately more attractive if you call a man meaty instead of chubby.  Look at him though.  He’s probably the only bloke here that can pull off the ‘dad sweaters’ he wears so often,” Pansy said.

“I need you to stop.  I’m feeling ill,” Draco said.

“Well, at least I know you’re not going to offer to take my place if I manage to find myself under some mistletoe with Mr. Tall-Thick-and-Handsome.”

“Merlin, help me.”

“Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t love the mistletoe excuse to make some ‘kissy magic’ with Po-”

“Shut it, Parkinson!” Draco shouted.

All eyes turned to Pansy and Draco.  They were silent for the rest of the class.

Harry and Ron felt the unpleasant grasp of the magic mistletoe.  

“Bloody hell.  I’ll never get used to that,” Ron complained.

“You’ve been caught before?” Harry asked.

“Haven’t you?”

“I was under one with Cho, but I think we were already kissing when it crept up,” Harry said, hoping he wasn’t blushing.  It was a rather awkward kiss.

“Well, then. Hermione is in the early herbology class.  She’ll be along in a minute if you would rather do a switch out, but I’m not keen on waiting if you’re not.  I can’t be late to McGonagall’s class again or she’ll have me writing essays over the entire Christmas holiday,” Ron said.

Glancing up at the mistletoe above them, Harry shrugged, “As long as Hermione won’t kill me.”

“She’ll kill me if she thinks I’d willingly show up late to a class instead of kiss my best mate,” Ron said, laughing.

Harry leaned in to Ron and pressed his lips against his friends.  He pulled away to the sound of glass shattering.  

“Draco, what the fuck? You’ve gotten ink all over my bloody tights,” Pansy shrieked.

Harry wasn’t looking at the dropped ink bottle.  He was looking at Malfoy.  Malfoy was looking at him. And he looked angry.

Draco watched as Potter and the Weasel retreated down the hallway.  Pansy cast a Scourgify on both Draco and herself to rid them of the tiny dots of ink left from the dropped ink bottle.

“Calm down, you drama queen.  It doesn’t hurt your chances with him.  It was just a mistletoe kiss.  They’re not running off together into the sunset,” Pansy said.

“I know that.”

Pansy laughed so loudly and so suddenly, it made Draco jump.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he asked.

“I was- was only thinking-” Pansy gasped, struggling not to laugh, “that if - we had been closer–”

“Oh, take your time,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

Pansy giggled a bit more before trying again, “I was thinking that it was a good thing we weren’t standing any closer or you would have Spartan-kicked Weasley right in the chest to have a chance to kiss your future boyfriend.”  Her voice was wavering again by the end of it. 

Draco shook his head and headed to his next class.  Unfortunately, that next class had him sitting directly behind Potter and Weasley.  He kept his eyes off them both as he made his way to his desk and did his best to keep his attention off their conversation.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’ve volunteered to stay over the Christmas holiday.  There are going to be a lot of kids who don’t have anywhere to go this year, but you don’t want to go back home?  You aren’t staying because of me, are you?  Tell me you’re not,” Potter said to Weasley.

“Nah.  I’m staying for Gin.  She won’t say it, but I know she isn’t ready to have a Christmas at home without Fred there,” Weasley said.

The momentary optimism of having more chances to maybe, possibly, have the opportunity to kiss Potter was quickly drowned by guilt.  Draco knew that if he hadn’t found a way into the castle, someone else would have and very little, if anything, would have changed.  Objectively, Draco knew he’d been used, but it did not make that jagged pill any easier to swallow.

The likelihood of Potter not wanting to kiss him because of it seemed a small price to pay.

Harry sat in front of the fire in the Eighth Years’ common room with Ron and Ginny.  With classes over for the year, he greatly looked forward to a little more than a week of doing nothing.

“You should have seen his face though.  Malfoy looked like he was ready to hex someone,” Ron said.

“What did you do to him this time?” Ginny asked Harry.

“Nothing.  I mean, I think nothing.  We were getting on fine, and then he just got really weird,” Harry said.

“Malfoy’s always weird,” Ginny said.

“Not like this.  It could have something to do with you shouting ‘Sweet Merlin, Harry, you fancy Malfoy?!’ in the middle of breakfast the other morning.  I think you woke the dead screaming at that volume.  He probably just got freaked out and doesn’t want to talk to me anymore,” Harry said, miserably.

“You don’t even know if he heard me,” Ginny said.

Ron nodded in agreement, “Malfoy’s so focused on you all the time he’s not likely to have heard a word unless it came from your mouth.”

Harry bumped his shoulder into Ron’s.

“Deny it all you want.  I bet he’s just jealous of me,” Ron said.  “Bloody hell, that’d be a first, wouldn’t it?”

“Nev!” Ginny shouted, “I didn’t know you were staying!”

Neville made his way from the common room entrance to the sofa by the fire, “Most of the time.  I’ll be going to see my gran on Christmas day, but I’ll be here most of the time.”

“Sit with us,” Ginny said.

Neville looked around for a chair to pull up.

“Here, we’ll bunch up,” Ginny said, wedging herself against Harry’s side.  

Harry was forced to squeeze himself against Ron as well.  Being pressed between the two of them made him think of the kneazles and cats you’d find curled into piles of fluff.  To make the seating feel less awkward, Harry draped an arm across the back of the sofa behind Ginny.  

“See, big guy, we made it work,” Ginny said.

“You ran in here in a bit of a hurry.  What’s chasing you,” Ron asked.

Neville laughed nervously, “No one, really.  Pansy and Draco are on their way in here.  I wasn’t keen on letting them catch up.”

“Pansy and Draco?  Reckon that means you’re friends now?” Ron teased.

“You know McGonagall has encouraged first names among peers,” Neville said.

Before the conversation could get sidetracked, Harry asked, “Why are you avoiding them?”

“No reason really, it’s just.  They were giving me looks during herbology this morning.  I feel like I did something,” Neville said.

“Seems to be a lot of that going around.  I’m starting to think that’s just how they look at everyone,” Harry said.

As if Summoned, Pansy appeared beside Neville, pulling Malfoy along by his sleeve.  

“It’s so nice to have some time away from classes isn’t it,” she said.

The four mumbled in agreement.

“Draco, darling, pull up a chair won’t you.  I’ll just sit here,” she said as she perched herself on the arm of the sofa next to Neville. “Lovely to see you all this evening, but Neville, I do have so many questions for you.  That revelation this morning in herbology was fascinating.”

Harry tried to be polite as he avoided eye-contact with Malfoy and watched Pansy throw herself at Neville.  Figuratively, of course, until she giggled at her own joke enough to lose her balance on the arm of the sofa.  Neville’s and on her back kept her from toppling into the floor. Harry knew he wasn’t the only one who noticed that Neville’s hand didn’t move from Pansy’s back.

Soon, Ginny wiggled from her seat between Neville and Harry, “I really need to get back to my own common room.  Luna is leaving in the morning and I wanted to spend some time with her.”

“Careful on that staircase in front of your common room.  There’s a patch of mistletoe at the top,” Neville said.

“It’s okay.  I’ll be walking alone.  And if I do get caught, I’m sure Luna would come get me,” Ginny said with a grin on her face.

Ron sighed and shook his head but said nothing.

“I’m going to bed,” Malfoy said abruptly.

“Goodnight,” Harry said.

He got no reply.

“You didn’t see that the other night?  He was practically laying on Weasley,” Draco whined.

“I saw a great many things the other night.  He was sitting just as close to both Weasleys.  They squeezed four people onto that sofa.  It meant nothing,” Pansy said.

“But when Ginny got up, Harry didn’t move.  He just stayed right up against him,” Draco said.

“You just have to make a move, say something, do anything,” Pansy said.  “I doubt he’s a mind reader.”

“What? Like you putting your bum right into Longbottom’s hand? I’m not stupid; we all know you did that on purpose,” Draco said.

Pansy smiled, “Merlin, did you see that?  His hand was big enough to cover all the way across my back! And he caught my weight with one hand.  His left hand! His right is his wand hand, isn’t it?”

“How the hell would I know?”

Pansy shook her head.  “Christmas morning and this is how I’m spending it.  I should be drinking tea and opening small boxes full of very sparkly, very expensive presents.  Just go make a move.  If you spent half the amount of energy expressing your feelings as you have trying to maneuver yourself under the mistletoe with him, I guarantee you’d have kissed him by now.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me,” Draco said, hoping his misery didn’t show in his voice.

“I’m giving you a five minute head start.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked.

“Get your narrow arse down to the common room and tell him how you feel or I will,” Pansy said.

“He’ll never believe you,” Draco said.

“He’ll believe your diary,” Pansy said.

“Journal.”

Pansy shrugged.

“Wait,” Draco said as he leaned over to open the drawer of his nightstand.  “Give it back you harpy.”

“Four and a half minutes now.”

“Fuck.”

Draco ran down to the common room.  Potter and Weasley were the only ones down this early.  He hesitated for a moment before making his way to one of the armchairs when his courage gave out.  He sat and watched them talk.  Harry’s smile looked so soft and still sleepy.

Four minutes later, he heard Pansy’s shoes tapping down the stone stairway.  He saw his journal in her hand.

“Fuck,” Draco said.  He launched himself toward Potter and Weasley.  They both looked shocked as he grabbed them by their hands and dragged them into the corridor outside the common room where the newest patch of mistletoe had sprouted the night before.  He pushed Weasley out of arms reach and pulled Harry under the cluster of waxy leaves.

“Really, Malfoy?” Potter said.

“Tell me to let Weasley take my place and I will.  I’ll leave you alone.”

Potter almost laughed, “You think I’d want that?”

“I saw you kiss him before.”

“What, and now you want me to kiss you like I kissed him?”

Draco’s face felt hot. “If you wanted-”

Potter leaned in to Draco and pressed their lips together for the barest second before pulling away.  Draco fought not to chase the kiss.

“That- that was nothing,” Draco said.

“Exactly,” Harry said, stepping out from under the mistletoe.

Draco looked away from Harry and tried to walk past him to get back to the isolated safety of his bedroom.

As he passed Harry, he grabbed Draco before pulling him into a very different kiss.  This kiss was hot, heavy but soft, and left Draco feeling light headed.  He glanced above them and saw nothing but the ceiling.

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I don’t need mistletoe to want to kiss you,” Harry whispered against Draco’s mouth.

Behind them, they heard an indignant scoff. Ginny stood with her hands on her hips, “You two couldn’t have waited until after breakfast?!  I had money riding on this.”

Pansy laughed on the other side of them, “Pay up at your earliest convenience, sweetie.”

“I told you not to take the bet,” Ron said.

“You know she cheated.  I don’t now how, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” Ginny said.

“Motivation can hardly be counted as cheating,” Pansy said. 

Draco looked down into Harry’s eyes, “Can we please go literally anywhere else? Without them?”

Harry smiled up at Draco, “I think I can spare a minute for you.”

[ckerouac]

Because @snarkyhag wanted Klaine Advent smut.  So here you go.  1100 words of poorly written Klaine smuth.  

word: Attachment

:::Hi Honey! Sorry to hear about your plane delay.  Since I know you have trouble sleeping on planes, I’ve attached one of the special Christmas stories you like to listen to this time of year.  I’m reading it myself -- a little taste of home for you.  Just make sure you have your earphones in -- I don’t want to embarrass you with my Santa impression **kissy face emoji**  MISS YOU **kissy face emoji** **red heart emoji** **two guys dancing emoji**

Kurt smiled as he clicked through the email to add the file to his podcast library.  He’d been out of town for work and desperate to get home in time for Christmas Eve, and now, of course, there was a snow storm barrelling through the area and delaying flights left and right.  Blaine really was the sweetest for sending him a story to listen to.  His reading voice was soothing enough to take some of the stress out of the day.  God, he loved that man.  So thoughtful, so considerate.

Hello Kurt, came Blaine’s soothing voice through his headphones.  I’m going to tell you a little Christmas story.  So lean back, close your eyes, and imagine that I’m right there next to you.  The story is called Santa and his Jingle Bells.

That must be a new one, Kurt thought.  He wasn’t familiar with it.  But Blaine had a whole stack of children’s Christmas storybooks he’d pilfered from his mother’s house, so it didn’t surprise him that they hadn’t worked through all of them yet.

Santa has a very special mission tonight.  His mission is to bring joy to all the good little boys and girls.  Now some might think that Santa is just some jolly old elf.  Well, he is jolly.  And he is a bit shorter than your average non-elf.  But he’s anything but old.  He’s ho ho here for you to make sure that you’re experiencing all of the Christmas joy you can.

This isn’t familiar.  This doesn’t even really make sense.  Is it an odd translation of a story?

And Santa has two very special jingle bells to help him keep that promise to bring joy to good little boys and girls.  But mostly boys.

...what?

Actually, only one boy.  Kurt, you’ve been a very good boy this year, and Santa wants to make sure that you’re feeling jolly.  He is.

...what?  There was silence, punctuated by rustling on the audio, followed by a breathless sigh from Blaine.

Santa has his jingle bells in his hand, ready to ring them just for you. 

Blaine’s voice was a whisper now, and Kurt instinctively leaned forward to listen closer.  This couldn’t be what it sounded like… could it?

Mmm, yes… we need to polish those jingle bells, so that the magic can happen.  Christmas magic only comes from shiny, polished jingle bells.  Just a little… oh… yes, a little rub of my thumb right there underneath.  Oh… Kurt you know the spot.  Santa loves that little spot.  It makes his jingle bells… ugh… it makes them tighter.

Oh fuck, Blaine is masturbating and narrating it on his phone.  Kurt looks up in a panic, but everyone else in the terminal is minding their own business.  Reading magazines, and keeping an eye on the board for any news about the delay, and generally not listening to Blaine Anderson attempt to come while pretending to be Santa Claus.  

He should turn it off… right?  This isn’t proper to listen to in public.  There could be --

His thought was shattered by Blaine’s groan, and Kurt was certain that Blaine had just arced his back up off the bed because he knows that groan and that groan is the ‘pleasure just shot through both my balls and my back and who knows what else is going to shoot through my balls soon’ groan.  

He couldn’t turn it off.  He couldn’t.  He knew that sounds and…

Santa wishes these were your hands...Kurt.

Fuck, the way that Blaine always popped the T at the end of his name shot a jolt of pleasure right through him.  Kurt tried to nonchalantly rest his magazine over his lap because he could already feel his dick starting to press against his leg and he was not going to be the pervert in the airport.  At least, he wasn’t going to get caught being the pervert in the airport.

The jingle bells are ready to ring.  Santa… and his candy cane… unf… his candy cane feels so good in his hand, he wishes there was someone here to lick it.  It’s… fuck, Kurt…. It’s so smooth and begging to be in your mouth…

Blaine was breathless.  He was close.  He always starts begging when he’s close to finishing.  Begging for lips on his dick, and his balls in Kurt’s palm, so that he can reach down and grab a fistfull of Kurt’s hair and pull him closer even as Kurt readies to suck him dry.

I just… fuck, I don’t know… I can’t… Santa can’t hold out much longer.  God, I wish you were here, Kurt.  I’m going to… come on the bed… instead of in you… There… fuck, Kurt...

Kurt realized he’d grabbed the arm of the uncomfortable boarding area bench hard enough to leave a mark on his palm.  But that was a small price to pay to keep his hand from unconsciously going to find and take care of his own little jingle bell issue as he listened to Blaine whine, climax, and breathe the four little gasps of breath that he always did as he looked up at the ceiling after coming.  His dick was uncomfortably positioned in between his legs right now, but he dare not move.  If he moved, he’d touch it, and if he touched it there would be no going back.  Not when he could still hear Blaine murmuring over the audio.

Merry Christmas, honey.  Come home to me soon.  Santa will be ready for another round.

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep centering breath as the audio died out and he was once again conscious of his surroundings.  It took another minute before he trusted himself to let go of the armrest and pull up his email once again and reply.

:::You’d better be in nothing but your jingle bells when I get there, Santa.  I’m gonna fuck your candy cane until the stripes come off.

[freddiisms]

— && GENERAL INFORMATION

Full name: winifred elizabeth lorelle

Nickname(s) or alias: freddi

Current age: twenty-four

Astrological sign: aquarius

Gender: female

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Sexual preference: pansexual

Language(s) spoken: english

— && PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: five feet 

Weight: one hundred fifteen

Shoe size: six

Glasses? Contacts?: nope

Tattoos: a line drawing of a dahlia flower on her hip and a tiny elephant on her ankle

Piercings: one on each ear. 

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: small scars on her knees from accidents she can’t remember

Dominant hand: right

If painted, what color are their nails/toenails?: pastel colors mostly purple 

Usual style of clothing: skirts and heels, lots of layers on top

Frequently worn jewelry: bracelets and a simple gold necklace that was her mother’s

Describe their voice, what accent?: american (chicagoan?)

What is their speaking style?: always fast but depending on her level of excitement she can get very loud

Describe their posture: perfect, she needs every inch god gave her, book on head quality

— && LEGAL INFORMATION

Any speeding tickets?: not this year  (yes very much so, yes)

Have they ever been arrested?: no

Do they have a criminal record?: yes, accomplice to grand theft auto (hs bf liked joyriding)

Have they committed any violent crimes?: nope

Do they have a passport? If so, where have they been?: nope

— && PERSONALITY

Direct quote from them: “if you don’t change the channel back to nick jr. right now I’ll scream”

Likes: bright colors, driving/speeding, halloween, supernatural/horror/gore, thunderstorms, fruit, chocolate, chocolate covered fruit, strawberry flavored anything, the smell of vanilla or lavendar, lemonade, tea, hugs/cuddles, seeking thrills, children/babies, fashion, shoes/heels, when a song has synthesizer, animals, romantic comedies, roller skating, glitter/holographic, tiny marshmallows, gel pens, fuzzy socks, snapchat filters, face masks, random long phone calls with friends, adult coloring books, videos of baby animals

Dislikes: spicy food, meat, coffee, feeling helpless, being ignored, slow drivers, cigarettes, planning ahead, waiting, tv show hiatuses, high gas prices, running out of battery, paying bills, spoilers, grocery shopping alone

Insecurities: her height, over the years she’s embraced it and doesn’t mind being called short if in an endearing way (i.e shorty, munchkin, tiny) but she’s almost always wearing 4-5 inch heels and likes her hair v voluminous

Fears/phobias:  monophobia

Habits: cracking her knuckles when nervous, smothering people

Hobbies: driving, shopping, watching movies

Guilty pleasure: chocolate cake

Turn ons/offs:+nice hands +nice smile +funny -ignoring/apathy -jealousy -entitlement

Lucky number: 75

Pet peeves: loud chewing

How do they react to a proposal of marriage?: speachlessness which is hard to achieve with freddi but a commitment like that would shut ‘er up good

How do they react to the death of a loved one?: consoling others and grieving privately

How do they react to something irresistibly cute?: screaming, jumping, being extra af

— && FAVORITES

Food: fruit salad

Least favorite food: meat

Drink: lemonade

Least favorite drink: root beer

Fast food restaurant: chipotle

Word: hi-jinx

Color: pink or yellow

Candle scent: vanilla or lavender

Store: nordstrom

Instrument: synthesizer

Occupation: comedian

Animal: elephant or puppy

Holiday: halloween or valentines day aka her b-day

Season: summer

Artist: britney spears

Band/group: the pussycat dolls

Song: straight up -paula abdul

Movie/film: good will hunting

TV show: the walking dead

Sport: nascar

School subject: art

Number: 2

Emoji: *kissy emoji* *blushing emoji* *two pink hearts emoji*

— && SKILLS

Talents: extreme optimism, driving

Ability to drive stick? yup

Can they ride a bike?: yup (also motorcycles)

Do they play any sports?: nope

Anything they’re bad at?: cooking/baking

— && FIRSTS

Childhood memory:  ‘hiding’ under her parent’s bed sheets everynight even though they knew she’d be there

Crush: john stamos as uncle jesse

Email address: dancerwinnie01@aol.com

Job: babysitter

Kiss: her childhood neighbor who was a year older and had a tree house

Love: rob, high school boyfriend, bad influence

— && MISCELLANEOUS

Do they have a fake I.D.?: not since she turned twenty-one

Are they a virgin?: no

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: six months

Do they travel?: no

Celebrity crush: ryan reynolds

Place(s) they can always be found: apartment, artie’s apartment, car

When do they like to wake up?: ten am

What do they wear to bed?: sports bra and boy shorts

Do they smoke/drink/drugs?: no yes no

Do they snore? no but she talks in her sleep

Do they chew their pens/pencils?: no she’s more of a tapper/clicker

Do they believe in the supernatural?: she doesn’t not believe in it

Have they ever cheated on anyone?: no

Have they ever been cheated on?: no

Has anyone ever broken their heart?: yes

Are they squeamish?: no

Are they a lightweight?: no

Type of kisser: smiles in the kiss

Do they want kids?: not anytime soon

Do they want to get married?: not really

How are they in bed?: giggly 

Would they marry for money?:no

Opinion on sex: it’s a natural bodily need that shouldn’t be ignored

Favorite position: cowgirl

What is their dream date?: a roadtrip to the beach

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