#and then i gave him his orangish nose and when THERE HE IS

[birdskullz]

25?? holy shit we’re old

[fanfic-enthusiast]

Stargazing (Cotl Lamzo Fic)

Warning NSFW! 

A cool breeze blows through the air as the sun dips below the far horizon. The residual heat from the day prior starting to fade from the air giving way to the cool calm of night. 

Lamb laid in the grass a short ways from Spore Grotto. In a small clearing which offered them a view of the sky above, which would soon be dotted with stars. 

The perimeter of the small clearing surrounded in a ring of glowing orangish red mushrooms which gave the space enough light to see even in the dead of night. It was the perfect spot for them and their love to relax together, away from prying eyes and the demands of their respective followers. 

They started sneaking away when they kept getting interrupted. Which lead to the discovery of this untouched clearing. It was an incredibly lucky find, Sozo had theorized that there used to be a larger mushroom rooted here but something had taken it. Lamb wasn't too sure but enjoyed watching him inspect the soil and surroundings for signs of this mysterious large fungus. 

They did love seeing Sozo get so passionate about his interests. 

When the first stars started to appear in the inky black sky above is when the ant stepped out from the line of mushrooms into the clearing. Sozo in all his mushroomy-ness. No massive bag today, but he did have a few berries and what looked like a baggie of dried meats in his hand. Lamb sat up to greet him with a smile. 

“Sozo has brought snacks, how are you tonight Lamb.” he kneeled down and pressed a quick kiss to their lips. Lamb smiled into the kiss and shrugged.  “I am doing well, just thinking. And waiting for you of course.”  “Aw, how sweet.” He boops Lamb on the nose and sits down beside them. Offering the jerky and berries. Lamb just shakes their head no with a smile. “More for Sozo then.” 

Sozo relaxed next to them and popped a couple berries in his mouth. While Lamb laid back in the grass again with a sigh, staring up at the stars. The peaceful silence broken between the two of them only by the singing of crickets nearby from the grasses. 

More stars appeared in the sky as they sat together. Sozo laid back next to Lamb and scooted up to their side reaching out a hand which Lamb took with a smile. He ran a finger over their calloused hands. Made rough from wielding their divine weapons. 

He brought their hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to their palm, Lamb looked away with reddening cheeks. Prompting a chuckle from the ant. 

“You work so hard my Lamb. So hard for your followers. It’s a challenge to get you apart from them.” He kisses to their hand again. Turning over to look at Lamb. 

“I know, I apologize Sozo I just.” Lamb frowned and looked away for a moment. “I want them to have good lives under my watch. Even if they can be a little much sometimes. They're good people.”  Lamb gets a far off look in their eyes and brings their other hand to the bell collar around their neck. Their voice gets quiet and small. “I... want to give them the safety I didn’t have.”

Sozo frowns and sits up a little. He knew what happened to all the sheep. He could only imagine the kinds of things Lamb had to go through before their ascension to godhood. He reaches over and gently cups the side of Lambs face turning it in his direction. 

“And you're doing wonderfully... You're a great leader for them. Always so kind and attentive. Sozo knows the work you do everyday for them all.” 

They chuckle and thank Sozo warmly, face getting red again and a visible relief washing over their face. Hearing someone else say they were doing a good job left them with a warm and bubbly feeling in their heart. 

Sozo moved to rest his head gently on Lamb’s wooly chest while Lamb ran a hand over their head. Carefully to avoid the large mushroom sprouting there. 

He hummed and nuzzled the wool, listening to Lamb’s heartbeat for a moment. Before shifting to the side and throwing a leg over Lamb to straddle them. Leaning down to capture their lips a moment later. It deepening when Lamb licked his lips which Sozo gladly parted for them. 

They kissed for a while, feeling each other and enjoying their company. Pulling apart to gasp for quick breaths of air before one of them would pull the other in for another passionate kiss. 

Eventually Sozo, with his face as red as the mushroom on his head and looking somewhat sheepish, pulled back with a smile and hovered over Lamb breathing heavily. “Lamb... there’s been something... Sozo wanted to do with you.”

“Oh? And that is?~” 

Sozo reached for the collar around Lamb’s neck, when Lamb didn’t stop him he carefully unclasped the back and set the collar aside. Revealing a jagged scar across Lamb’s throat. 

They blushed under Sozo’s gaze and looked away. Shifting a little under him. Sozo hummed and leaned down to kiss them again gently. “You’re wonderful Lamby... Sozo loves you. Please... let Sozo show you.” 

Lamb nodded, smiling nervously and turned back to Sozo. 

He dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to Lamb’s neck, then another and another. With each new one Lamb found themselves sighing lightly, his neck tingling where Sozo’s lips were. 

He kept kissing around their neck until they found a spot that made Lamb baa under him. Sozo licked over that spot and pressed another kiss to the soft skin. He could feel Lamb’s breath hitch under him as he worshipped that spot on their throat. 

His hands trailed down their wooly body under him running along their sides and playing with the wool on their chest. 

“You're so beautiful to Sozo... So soft and so adorable. Your voice, so sweet. Sozo wishes to hear more.” He speaks between kisses and small nips on the sensitive flesh of their neck. Lamb whines under them shifting twords their touch. 

“Can Sozo go farther Lamby... can Sozo hear more of you like this?” 

“Yes Sozo, pleeaase.” They begged him. Sozo couldn’t help but grin hearing them. They sounded so desperate for him. He considered himself so lucky to be able to do this. 

He shifted downward. His hands dipped lower dipping between Lamb’s legs. One wrapped around their dick, which had hardened during their make out session. The other hands held their legs apart while holding their hips. Stroking the wool tenderly with his thumbs. 

Sozo licked his lips and teased Lamb, who keened under his touch. He could feel himself start to poke out from his sheath watching all his lovely partners reactions. “Such a lovely Lamb... Sozo is so lucky~” 

They gasped and smiled, “I-I feel lucky t-too ah~!” their back arched slightly and Sozo pulled his hand away, not wanting them to finish so quickly. Lamb whined slightly but changed their toon once they saw Sozo unbuttoning his clothing. Slipping out of it and tossing it all to the side. 

He positioned himself over Lamb so he could have a good view of their face as he slowly sank into them. And what a view he had. 

Their expressions were as divine as their crown, no more so! Their face twisting into pleasure as they got used to Sozo inside of them. Lamb gasped and arched into Sozo as he moved slowly. Savoring the feeling and warmth of their Lamb. 

Lamb gasped his name and pulled him in for a long kiss as he kept thrusting. Two of his hands on the ground to hold himself above while the other two kept a firm grip on Lamb’s soft hips. 

The heat between them grew and Sozo picked up the pace pulling apart from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting the two of them. He groaned in Lamb’s ear as he started to feel them tremble. 

“S-sozo please! I- I- need-!” They could barely form sentences. But he could see their face and hear them. He knew they were getting close. So one of the hands holding their hips reached between them and carefully rubbed Lamb’s neglected member. 

And they came with a yelp. Cum spurting up between the two of them onto Lamb’s stomach. Sozo almost slowed down but they shifted their hips into Sozo’s thrusting so fervently. “N-no!!! Keep going!! Please Sozo!!!” 

And who was he to deny such a request. So Sozo plowed into them. Listening to their pleasured screams and feeling them shake from the stimulation. 

All of this, bringing them this much ecstasy and looking so beautiful under him. It brought Sozo closer and closer and closer. He gasped and grunted tightening his grip on their hips and they nodded. 

“Please Sozo!!” He came with a loud moan, hips flush with Lambs as he finished. Filling them with his release.

Their heavy breaths filled the space as Sozo pulled himself from inside them, catching his breath while he and Lamb both came down from their respective highs. 

Sozo smiled and nuzzled his face into Lamb’s wool, laying down half on top and half off of them, not caring about the mess between them. He looked up to them and caressed their face 

Lamb turned to hold his hand to their face with a smile. “I love you Sozo.” 

He felt his heart sing with those words. “Sozo loves you too Lamby.” 

They shared one more kiss together, laid over top of one another. In peaceful bliss. The stars above them the only other witness to their union. 

[sir-subpar]

Fangs And Fur (Bf x Pico oneshot)

Werewolf Au. Because I want to. This was somewhat inspired by an animated short called "Dirty Paws"

*Warning: Swearing and Blood/Gore/Violence. (It's not that bad, but just in case)

Bf and Pico shared jokes and friendly banter as Pico walked Boyfriend home. It was dusk, just barely any sunlight illuminating the neighborhood. The two of them had just finished a dinner date, still laughing and flirting as they walked along the sidewalk on Bf's home street. Some of Boyfriend's neighbors were greeting the boys from their yards as the two passed by. 

Carol, whose house was directly to the left of Boyfriend's, was finishing up watering her yard when she saw her neighbor and his date. "Hey Boyfriend!" Carol greeted them happily. "Hi Carol! How are you?" Boyfriend replied, he and Pico stopping in front of her new painted fence to talk. "I'm good, just relaxing after putting in this darn fence. It took forever, but it's worth it though to keep my little Cocoa Puff safe." Carol gestured to her mini poodle, the little fuzzball had brown curly fur, hence the name Cocoa Puff. "You should probably get a fence too, Bf. There's been a lot more animal attacks happening lately." Carol warned, Bf and Pico shifted with unease. "Yeesh, has it been getting that bad?" The bluette asked nervously. "It's been really bad, Sunday's cat got attacked the other night. Poor little guy was really chewed up by some big animal.." "Oh no! Not Bubsy!" Bf had a soft spot for animals in general, even though he didn't have any pets of his own, he always loved animals. Pico, too, felt bad for the little cat. "Did the cat survive? How bad was it?" Pico asked, never having met Sunday or her cat Bubsy, Bf told him about them before. Sometimes Sunday would ask Bf to babysit her cat when she was on tour, he was really good with Bubsy. Carol gave a look of sympathy, knowing the cat's condition. "He's alive, but it's a long road to recovery." She said dejectedly. "I've been hearing that people are setting traps around here, so keep an eye out for those too. Okay?" "Will do, thanks Carol." Bf replied, Pico only nodded in response. "Anyway, moving on to lighter news.. Are you going to introduce me to your friend here?" Carol lightly teased, tilting her head in Pico's direction. "Oh yeah! Right. Carol, this is Pico!" Bf wrapped his arm around the redheaded man's shoulders, making Pico's face turn pink. A look of recognition flashed onto Carol's features. "Ooooh, so THIS is the boyfriend you're always talking about. It's nice to finally meet you Pico." Carol teased, holding out her hand. Pico felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment before shaking Carol's hand. It was flattering to know that Boyfriend talked about him. "Y-yeah. You too." 

Carol giggled a bit. "Alright, well I'll let you guys enjoy your evening. Have a good one!" Bf waved at her while he and Pico walked up to his porch. Bf held the door open for Pico, but he declined going inside. Bf of course took notice of this, as well as Pico's nervous demeanor.

 "Are you okay, Pico?" 

"Yeah.. I just- I should head home. I had a nice night. Let's go out again soon." Pico gave him a smile that was somewhat forced. "Oh… okay. Well, I'll call you tomorrow then." 

"Yeah, sounds good." Pico gave Bf a kiss on the cheek, then he left. Bf closed his door, he was a little disappointed, if he was honest. He had hoped Pico would stay the night, but it was Pico's choice. It wouldn't have been right to stop him. Bf just decided to chill instead. Sweets and videogames were the perfect cure for disappointment. 

…

Pico rushed home, the sun had already gone down, he didn't have much time. He felt bad. Not just for leaving an obviously dejected Boyfriend, but for being so secretive with him. But he didn't have time for that! He needed to get home and lock up. It was only a matter of time before the moon would show it's Damn face. He dashed down the street , finally getting to the cul de sac he lived on. He ran onto his porch, swinging open his door and slamming it behind him. Just in the nick of time. He collapsed on the floor. His transformation was already taking place. His breathing was heavy, he couldn't help but shout in agony as his body reconfigured itself into its new form. Before he was lost to the lycan curse, however, he had one last horrifying realization. 

He forgot to close the window.

…

It had been a couple of hours, Bf had changed into some comfy clothes and was watching tv on his couch. He couldn't help but think of Pico. It was weird how nervous he suddenly was. Pico had been fine all day, but suddenly he ran off after talking to Carol. Was he really that flustered? It didn't seem like it was a big deal. Surely it was something else, but what? Bf sighed, it wasn't really his business, but he wanted to know what was up. He decided to text Pico. 

Bf: Hey. I had a lot of fun at dinner :) I just wanna see if you're alright, you seemed off earlier. Everything ok?

Thirty minutes went by, and he got no response. 'Maybe he's already asleep?' Boyfriend thought, sure it wasn't super late, but it wasn't unusual for people to sleep at this hour. Boyfriend shut off the tv. Maybe he should just get some air. It was nice out. A nice warm summer night. A walk would do him some good. Sure he was basically in pajamas, with a mismatched t-shirt and sweatpants but who cares? He put his phone and keys in his pockets, and left the house for a walk. His neighborhood was fairly close to a nice wooded area. It wasn't really a forest, but there were wild animals around. Like coyotes and rabbits. He decided to hang out around the trees. He sat down on a stump that had once been a huge cottonwood tree, and he just listened to the noises around him. Crickets and other bugs were chirping and buzzing around. It was oddly serene.At least, it was. Until some rustling in the bushes caught his attention. 

He was startled, frightened even, but then he felt relieved once he realized it was a rabbit. Just a little rabbit. But his levity was short lived when noticed the rabbit was limping. He used his phone's flashlight to get a better look. The poor rabbit was barely able to move, its flesh had been ripped apart, blood soaking its fur, and one of its legs was missing. It trembled and struggled. Boyfriend's heart sank when the realization set in that the poor thing wasn't going to make it. It was suffering, and he hated to see animals suffer. He decided to try and comfort it. The rabbit collapsed, he gently brushed his fingers on its soft little head. The rabbit's breathing was still panicked, but it was too weak to do anything. He considered killing it to end its misery, but before he could, he heard snarling coming from the bush. He quickly shined the light on it, just in time to see the snout of a larger animal swiftly bite the rabbit. 

Bf jumped back in fear. The animal stalked out of the bushes that had hidden it, revealing a large orangish red wolf.  The rabbit, the wolf's prey, was still in its jaws. The small rodent fell limb as the wolf's fangs sunk into its body. Bf could hear the bones crack. It didn't take long for the wolf to completely devour the rodent. Bf froze. Should he run? Would the wolf want him? He couldn't help but tremble at the large beast before him. Then it looked at him. Its eye bore into his soul. Focused. It watched him intently. Bf stayed still. Maybe if he didn't make any sudden movements, it would move on. It approached him slowly, circling him. It then got closer, inspecting him with its nose. It seemed particularly drawn to his pocket. Bf slowly reached into his pocket, the wolf allowed it, watching him. Bf pulled out a small bag of chocolate chip cookies. He had forgotten that he put those there. The wolf's ears perked up a bit, and it tilted it's head. 

"Is this what you want?" The Wolf kept its eyes locked on the bag. "I'm not sure if you should have this, it has chocolate in it. Pretty sure dogs can't have that." The wolf growled, seeming to not take "no" as an answer. "Okay okay! Fine! They're yours!" Bf reached into the bag, then tossed a cookie at the wolf. The treat hit its nose before falling on the ground. The wolf appeared displeased with the assault on its nose, giving a huff before eating the cookie. "Well sorry, it's not my fault you're clumsy and didn't catch it." Bf said sarcastically. The wolf looked at him again, it wanted more treats. Bf tossed another cookie, this time aiming in front of the wolf so he didn't hit its nose again. The beast seemed content with that. So Bf kept doing it until he ran out. 

The canine's demeanor had thankfully shifted, it seemed more docile after being fed. Boyfriend had calmed down significantly, no longer fearing for his life. "Well, it was nice to meet you… wolf. I'm gonna go home. I've had enough excitement today." Bf turned away from the orange/red animal, trusting that it wouldn't pounce on him while his back was turned. As he walked away, he could hear two pairs of footsteps behind him. He looked back to confirm that the wolf was following him. When he stopped, the wolf halted, when he moved, the wolf followed. "I uh, think you should stay here. Where you live. I'm going home." Bf tried again to leave, the wolf followed him anyway. "No. You stay. I go." Bf tries using hand gestures to get the animal to listen, but to no avail. Bf picked up a stick and threw it. It didn't seem to interest the wolf, but the stick accidentally hit some small animal Bf hadn't noticed before. That got the wolf's attention. As the large mammal attacked the unfortunate stick receiver, Bf took the opportunity to run home. He managed to make it to his house and close the door. Bf leaned against the wood, sliding down till he hit the carpet. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. After he had calmed down, astonishment took over. He just fed a wolf. And he didn't die! He was like Snow White! Holy crap!

Bf eventually stood up and moved to the couch. Deciding that maybe he should relax for a bit. He started channel surfing on his TV, settling on a random cartoon that was on. He could feel his tense muscles relaxing a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

…

He had gotten through a few episodes when he heard something. Something outside.

*SCRATCH SCRATCH*

He muted the tv. No way. There's no way this was happening.

*SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*

It followed him home. 

He could hear the clawing getting faster. Impatient. Instead of following common sense, he decided to open the door. His motion triggered porch light shone on the wolf's red/orange fur. It's white eyes bore into his soul again. Bf stepped aside, allowing the beast into his house. The wolf strutted in, immediately smelling anything and everything it could. It didn't seem aggressive, just curious. Bf filled a bowl with water and set it on the floor. Might as well hydrate his new houseguest. Eventually his fears dissipated. He went back to the couch, watching the wolf as it wandered around his living room. He watched the tv again, laying down across the sofa comfortably. 

And, before he could prepare for it, he was suddenly smothered by orange fur. The wolf had kept onto the sofa, laying on top of the blue haired man. He tried to push the wild dog off of him, but he couldn't budge it. This was his life now. He was a man-sized dog's couch cushion now. He didn't know wolves could get this big now that he thought about it. But it didn't matter. He was stuck. This was the predicament he was in. He gave up. The dog had won. Despite the animal's weight, he managed to fall asleep. It was warm and fluffy, so it wasn't so bad.

…

The rising sun peeked through the blinds, illuminating Bf's face, waking him up. He shifted a little, still feeling the warm mass on top of him. He yawned, his eyes still closed. He petted the wolf on top of him, his fingers gently brushing its soft skin- wait a second. His eyes shot open. 

"Pico!?" 

The man jolted awake after hearing his name. Pico looked at Bf with wide eyes. His face turned almost as red as Bf's signature hat. The two stared in silence for what felt like forever before Boyfriend broke it.

"You owe me an explanation."

"Can I borrow some clothes first?"

"Please do."

[palmofafreezinghand]

carlisle returns a few treasures from esme’s human life. ao3. 

wrote this a couple nights ago but it fulfills prompt #12 of this list so I’m including it. 

He knew his wife wasn’t painting, sketching, or doing anything of substance. It had been months since charcoal met paper. One of the special papers, there were dozens of types of special papers, how she knew the difference between each one puzzled him endlessly. At least he could tell the difference between a sims and a doen. 

Cold knuckles thumped against polished oak. She had refinished the fixtures of the houses before … 

She greeted him with a smile, not a hello, dog earring her novel as she did so. 

The heels of his shoes hesitantly clicked against the hardwood floors three times as he entered the ‘art’ room. 

 “I have something for you.” He said, staring at his feet. “Something I should have given you a lot sooner. I was… frightened? I don’t know exactly. I suppose I thought it would make things worse. Back when I was foolish and thought the pain could get worse, I now know better.” 

She let him search for the words uninterrupted. Despite this his eyes focused on anything but her. Whatever grief he held in the marrow of his bones she held it twice over. How self obsessed was he to think he could possibly make that worse? 

To make it any better? 

“I know better now,” he whispered with a cold laugh. A light hand fell on his right forearm, he slipped his left hand out of the self embrace and placed it over hers. A gentle squeeze before he continued his lament. 

 “I  find myself clutching to everything of his I still have left…  Hoping those years will come back, I suppose.” He shrugged, a small concession to the relentless waves of sorrow that had battered his soul for nine months. Nine months and three days, to be precise. 

“I realize you haven’t been so fortunate. If we can describe it as fortunate. I don’t know how you’ll react to this… and that terrifies me.” She was the one who gave a squeeze of assurance this time. “You might hate me, and I understand. You might hate this, and I will understand that too. Whatever may be will be. And your feelings, whatever they will be, are not wrong.” 

The latter part of that statement was an idea he had to make a conscious effort to believe over the years. But when it came to this, he wholeheartedly believed it. He was coming to learn that grief was a tricky spiteful thing. 

He blinked a few more times, eyes refocused on the room the realtor had described as a perfect nursery, they turned it into an unused art studio. When he slowly met her gaze and he was greeted with a gentle smile.  The left side of her mouth upturned, not fully, the dimple was still concealed in the round cheek. The right side of her face stuck in the impassive pose it had seemed frozen in recent days. A flicker of light in the dark gold eyes, not enough to crease the crow’s feet he missed desperately, but a reassuring warmth. 

He kept her hand in his as he silently led her out of the room, down the hallway, a turn right, a free hand reached for his study’s doorknob. He pulled her into the room, her heels dragged into the ground as soon as the not quite foreign smell hit her nose. 

He dropped her hand and motioned to the orangish brown leather trunk suitcase that sat in the middle on the middle of the heriz rug. ‘George E. Platt’ still stamped on the side. 

“As I said, I ought to have given you this sooner. You don’t have to open it if you don’t wish to - but you need to know you could if you like.” 

“How?” She stammered. 

“When we realized what happened… I couldn’t fathom no one knowing what happened to you. Forever wondering, although that would have been helpful for me, but I couldn’t let you just disappear…  So I went to the house you were staying in, and I lied and asked if she would allow me to send a few of your things to your family? She did. She spoke highly of you.” 

“Adele,” Esme whispered, a question - convinced her memories were falser than fiction. 

Carlisle nodded before he continued. “I did send a few of your inconsequential effects to your parents. As your husband I apologize for that. As a man who understands their loss, I support the choice.” Her arm slipped around his, her shoulder rested ever so lightly on his shoulder. “And as that same man, I am once again making that choice by returning the items in this trunk to you… The rightful ow- mother.” Caramel locks whacked his bicep as his wife’s head whirled seventy degrees to look at him. 

“You can’t possibly mean?” She whispered with a frown when he failed to elaborate. 

“Adele let me have a few things of his. I’ve been holding onto them for you until the time was right and I have realized that I am not the one who decides when the time is right… or if it will ever be.” 

Esme stood frozen, posture rigid. Her eyes looked almost hazy, however impossible that may be. He slipped his arm out of the stiff embrace and moved to turn her towards him. Desperate to stop the wails he knew and dreaded or the immobile hours long episodes he dreaded even more. 

“You don’t have to do anything with this-” as the words slipped out of his mouth his wife slipped out of his hands. 

In a second she was crouched on the floor in front of the trunk. She ran an index over the dusty lid before cautiously opening the latched buckles. The top of the case opened torturously slowly, as Carlisle crept closer to her. He took a seat on the floor without a word. 

She lifted the drab brown house dress that lay on top of the pile of belongings out. “It’s a chicken feed bag,” she whispered with a ghost of a smile. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed and passed the folded garment to him. She pulled out a few more dresses and coats he had stuffed into the luggage, at Adele’s insistence. 

He waited with bated breath when her fingers met the first miniature garment. She brought it out of the trunk ever so cautiously. Lowering it to her lap with an embrace reminiscent of a nervous new parent. 

She traced the lace trimming on the chest of the piece. “He would have been swimming in this.” 

“Oh?” 

“He was so small. Six pounds, I think… didn’t feel like it,” she smiled to herself as she toyed with the hemline of the garment. 

She silently went through a few more infant garments, keeping the pile neatly stacked in her lap.  She lingered on a cream bonnet for some time. She cradled it in her palm, an emotion he couldn’t quite name, and had never seen before, danced across her face. The small hat eventually joined the treasured pile. 

He knew that was the last of the articles of clothing. There were a few more assorted items in the trunk, little trinkets he hadn’t thought valuable at the time but Adele insisted Esme’s family would want, and thus he not only kept them he wanted to. 

A porcelain doll emerged from the trunk. Dressed in an almost identical bonnet and gown to the ones Esme had held to her chest minutes earlier.  “She gave you this?” 

When Carlisle nodded a faint smile pulled at the corners of Esme’s mouth. “It was her’s and then her children’s and their children’s and then…” she trailed off as she laid the doll to rest on her soft lap. A hand instinctively nestled under the porcelain neck. 

He assumed their evening of sorting was done but a gasp broke the heavy silence that had made up most of the night. His hand automatically reached out to her elbow. Clenched between delicate fists was a quilt, he had almost forgotten about that, he had used it as packing materials. He gently moved the old dresses out of his lap as he moved closer to her. A hand on her back as she brought the patchwork comforter to her face. Her nose placed over a floral cotton for less than a second before a sob escaped her lips. Her face buried in the quilt as he pulled her into his arms, doing his best not to disturb the delicate collection of items on the ground. 

He listened as the clock ticked incessantly as her breathing calmed. Over thirty moves of the minute hand later her head lifted off his chest. The blanket still clenched against her heart. 

“It smells like him.” 

His fingers ran through the messy curls as she dryly wept into the blanket once more. Eight more moves of the minute hand later and she came back up for air. 

His chin rested lightly on the top of her head as she began to whisper. He didn’t know if he was the intended audience, if anyone was, but he listened nonetheless. “My students made it for me.” She held the blanket out a little so he could see the heartfelt construction. 

A collection of squares and diamonds, and fabric cut and pieced together to look like flowers or birds. A small quote embroidered on the right edge. He immediately recognized it as her handwriting. 

“Shlof Mayn Kind?” He asked as she ran her finger over the raised thread. 

“Sleep, my child,” she whispered. He knew the translation, he knew the song. He was asking for the meaning, which she seemed to understand a minute later. “It’s a lullaby. Whenever he would get a little restless I would sing it and he would calm right down.” A hand rested over the side of her abdomen, as if she was feeling for a kick that was long gone. She sunk further into his embrace when her hand was met with frigid stillness. “They all signed it,” she eventually said. 

He softened his grasp as she leaned out of his arms ever so slightly. He watched as she turned over the blanket, revealing three dozen embroidered names. “One of the mothers did it. She got all the students, even the ones I didn’t teach, to write their names and then she went over it.” Her index traced the green cursive ‘Thank you, Mrs. Platt.’ 

He reached out and ran his finger down the list, her eyes tracked his movement. The glint of familiarity on her eyes that always appeared when she told stories of her unruly farm days or deliriously joyful days teaching. His finger halted one name from the end of the list, the last being ‘Baby Platt.’

 There in the handwriting he’d recognize until the end of time was a careful ‘Edward Cullen.’ 

Esme couldn’t remember the name of the school she worked for, she worked with younger children. Their paths most likely would have never crossed but there he was. 

The tearless sob was practically instantaneous for both of them. Six ticks of the minute hand more and Carlisle was in control of his breathing. This fact only made the wrack of Esme’s frame seem more violent. He held her tighter with every shaky breath. When whispering sweet nothings and quiet affirmations accomplished nothing he began to hopelessly hum. As the unmelodic music went on he realized he had transitioned to the tune of the old lullaby, rocking her ever so slightly as he did so. The shake of her shoulders became slightly less dramatic; and he transitioned to ungracefully singing the cradlesong. 

“Thank you, Carlisle,” she whispered. 

He repeated the verses again and again, eventually the clock hit 10:12. It was official, his son had been gone as long as Esme’s had existed. Nine months, three days, and seven minutes but at least their names remained.

[neon-vocalist]

day 3: lazy day: damiaaron ft cadnis

Originally written November 10, 2021

It's one of those rare days that Aaron doesn't wake up at the crack of dawn, and Damian plans to seize that opportunity and milk it for all it's worth. He has grand plans, which include making himself bacon and also rudely awakening his boyfriend with Janis' trumpet and probably also Cady's violin thing if he can figure out how to do both at the same time.

While some gay couples- Cady and Janis, maybe- may get up early before their partner to do something sweet, make breakfast or leave doodles on sticky notes or something, that's not how Damian and Aaron roll. Damian rolls his eyes thinking of it, because that's exactly something Cady would do for Janis. They're too cute for existence. They've discovered some cheat code or hidden hack to just be the most adorable couple ever, gay or not, and it nearly drives him crazy.

He did call it. In the very beginning of their relationship, he'd said it. "These two are going to be the most saccharine sweet couple we've ever seen." Aaron had snuggled into him after he sighed and flopped down on the bed, assuring him that they'd be cuter, but alas. Damian's pranky streak will never end. He can live vicariously through his best friends.

Since Janis gets up crazy early to do her painting for an upcoming contest, Damian knows she'll be awake. He grabs his keys and calls her while in the car.

"Yo."

"Hey, Jan, I'm coming over."

Her face instantly goes from slightly amused to confusedly terrified. "What's wrong, Dame?"

"Nothing's wrong," Damian rushes to explain. "Really. I just need your trumpet."

"My trumpet?" Janis' nose scrunches up in confusion, and it reminds Damian of what he found so attractive about her when they dated. She was so cute- her voice, her face, her body language, all so expressive. All so easy to read and so simple to get along with. Everything about her was adorable- still is.

"Y'know, Jan," Damian starts absently. "Actually, never mind." He dismisses the sentence almost as soon as it comes to him. "Also Cady's violin."

"Viola."

"Whatever. I need her thing." Janis sighs.

"Why?"

"Wanna wake up Aaron."

"With... my trumpet and Caddie's viola?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how to play them?"

"No. But that's the point? Now listen, I'm almost there, your key's still inside the fake plastic dog poop?" Damian makes a quick left and Janis falls off the dashboard. "Oops."

"Nice floor," says Janis dryly. "Yes, it's still inside the fake plastic dog poop. What happened to the key I gave you?"

Damian blushes. "I-"

"You lost it, didn't you?"

"I lost it."

"Damie," Janis whines, rolling her eyes. "Can I get off your floor?"

"Yeah." Damian leans quickly down to grab the phone, and that's when disaster strikes.

Just kidding. All that happens is that the phone gets further jammed between the seat and the floor. "Still there, Jan?" asks Damian. Janis delivers another heavy sigh.

"Yeah. You got me stuck under the chair again, didn't you?" Damian sighs back in reply.

"Maybe."

Janis groans. "Damian."

"I'm sorry! Oh, I'm here, Jan. See you in a second." Janis hangs up with an affectionate chuckle, rolling her eyes and swirling a paint brush in some water. According to Damian, the judges of the contest are sick of her submitting paintings of Cady. So she's painting her family, both biological and chosen: sister Jett, cousin Veronica, cousin-by-proxy Lydia, Cady, Damian, Aaron, the Plastics, painting them as beings of light, chasing and swatting at the shadows circling the silhouette of herself in the center of the painting. There are a lot of dark colors. Lots of shadows. But Cady with her orangish-pink shimmer, Jett with her violet blue, all of her fighters are helping overtake them. The piece is gonna take a bit of explaining. Probably more than one description card. Oh, well.

A few minutes later, Damian enters the house, more than slightly frustrated. "Janis, your key is crappy," he announces, slamming it down on the entry table.

"Shh!" Janis hisses sharply. "Cads's still asleep. Maybe you'd have a better key if you didn't lose yours. My trumpet is right here." She shoves a case into his hands, manipulating the handle into one of his fists before passing him Cady's viola. "I had to smuggle this out from our closet, and the closet has a really creaky door, so you better make my suffering worth it and at least record the arousal of Aaron." Damian quirks an eyebrow at her and she sighs, exasperated. "You knew what I meant. No one in their right mind would be sexually attracted to whatever ungodly sound you're gonna make come out of those instruments."

Damian grins sarcastically and turns to go out the door. "Alright, thanks for the vote of confidence, Jan. I'll tell you how it goes."

By the time Damian figures out how to play the trumpet and the viola both at once, it's almost 7 in the morning, and Aaron's still out like a light. It makes Damian feel a little less guilty about waking him up, not that he was very guilty in the first place, but still. He's ended up having to hold the viola awkwardly between his legs and sort of pluck it with one hand while holding the trumpet with the other. It's a good thing he's not actually trying to play anything coherent.

"Rise and shine!" he yells before blowing into the trumpet and plucking wildly at the viola. It's absolute chaos, and very loud. If Aaron sleeps through this, he can sleep through anything.

"Damie, what is that?" asks Aaron sleepily. Damian just grins and continues playing. Aaron gives a breathy giggle and sits up in bed. "No, really, what are you doing?"

Damian smiles, satisfied, and puts down the instruments. "Waking you up," he replies sweetly, coming over to Aaron and giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Good morning."

Aaron groans and throws a pillow at Damian. "I hate you."

"Love you too."

"Where'd you even get those?"

"Janis and Cads."

"Oh." He sits blinking for a few minutes before turning back to Damian. "Were they in on it too?"

"Nah, just my accomplices. Where else would I be able to get the screechiest instruments on earth?"

"True," Aaron nods. "Okay, well, now that you've loudly awoken me, wanna make me some breakfast?"

"No."

"Wrong answer."

Instead of giving in to Aaron's breakfast ideals, Damian smacks himself in the forehead. "Darn it! I forgot to record for Janis! I'm in for it now."

"Oh, you weren't recording?" asks Aaron.

"No."

"In that case..." Aaron leaps off the bed and tackles Damian to the ground. "You're gonna pay for that!"

[talesofsonicasura]

Unappreciated Hunter

A Monster Hunter encounters Hat Kid and helps her out. Didn't know he was going to get dragged into her weird life.

Kokoto, the village of strong and tough Monster Hunters. The citizens can be quite pushy to traveling hunters and at higher levels when it revolves around ex guild hunters. Any hunter from Kokoto would judge and mock any fellow warrior 'not worth their salt'. Even the Felyne that runs the cafetine there is quite rude.

Yet, it was the only place to acquire certain materials or ingredients which is important for any that travels in monster infested lands. Items that couldn't be found anywhere else. After all it was also a popular merchant village, considering the village chief was a retired Legendary Hunter. Guess the high standards considering hunters was slightly justified.

"...And fuck you too! Go kiss a Congala's ass if that's how you treat your customers!" Angry swearing was also guaranteed as a white haired man stormed out of a shop in rage. Long silver locks tied into a wild ponytail, tannish skin balanced by lean yet rock hard muscle, eyes were a bright blue highlighted by black stripe outlines, and stood at an intimidating 7'2 in height.

His clothes consisted of a long beige winter coat with blue and red triangle patterned cuffs alongside large cotton ball looking buttons, beige long trousers with white puffy cuffs, black hiking boots made out of some sort of reptilian hide and white fur gloves. In his hand was a woven straw basket filled with fruit, cheeses, spices and herbs.

The man let an aggravated sigh before trying to cool his temper. "Come on Kahtal. Don't let that asshat get to you. Plus Nekona those need the ingredients and getting blacklisted from every shop went help." He or Kahtal said rubbing his hand against the side of his head. He took a deep breath and continued to the next vendor.

Well, he would if a soft sparkle of light hadn't grabbed his attention. This tinge of light was a mystifying soft blue and looked to be near the Hero Shrine by the village's oldest tree. Curiosity getting the best of him, he walked over to the odd phenomenon awarely ignorant to disapproving glances from some of the village hunters.

The Hero Shrine was essentially a tree that held the Hero's Shield and the stone before carrying the Hero's Blade. Weapons used by Kokoto's chief to defeat a powerful Elder Dragon known as Lao-Shan-Lung. What really got Kahtal's attention was what sat slightly embedded into the earth a bit far from the shrine.

This item looked like an hourglass, well a very weird hourglass. The glass was crystal clear that sparkled but held no sand in it, the rims that kept it together had two gold beads sandwiching a purple hat shaped and the soft glow that radiated from the very object. It was beautiful and incredibly well crafted from Kahtal's perspective.

"Who could make something like this and where's their owner?" Kahtal picked up the item carefully while speaking his thoughts to himself. One thing he did know was it looked to be very important and not the type of item to be trashed carelessly. Someone clearly lost it. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft 'Hey!'.

The young man looked down to see his leg was being tugged by a little girl. She had soft peach skin paired with curly brown hair in a back ponytail and topped with a purple top hat that had a gold ribbon, bright blue eyes and little nose. She wore a purple shirt with a light gold cape, white trousers and black little shoes. On her back was a light blue umbrella covered in stickers.

"Um, hi there. Sorry I didn't notice you." Kahtal said with a sheepish look on his face. The peculiar little girl let out a tiny giggle before nodding. She then pointed at the hourglass in his hand. The man took a glance at her hat and the hat beads on the hourglass. They were the exact same.

"Does this belong to you? I found it dugged a bit into the ground over there." He pointed at the little hole in the grass. The little girl nodded heavily with a polite smile on her face. Kahtal guessed she was a selective mute as the only word she spoke was 'Hey' in order to get his attention.

"Well, here you go. You're lucky I found it. I don't think any other passerby would have given it back." The young man handed the child the hourglass carefully as to not drop it. She took the peculiar item and hugged it before hugging his leg in appreciation. Kahtal let out a soft chuckle before patting her head.

"I must be going. My friend is waiting for me outside the village with these groceries. Take care." The little girl nodded at his words before whispering a soft quiet 'thank you'. Both went their separate ways and Kahtal's mood was much better after that.

The next time he saw the little girl or the fact he met her again at all was in the worst place a child should never be. There are places in this monster filled world that normal people aren't allowed to travel alone. Only ones who could were merchants, caravans and most highly monster hunters. Kahtal was the latter of this group.

A mission was sent to his personal home by a messenger Kinsect. The client wanted him to gather some Coal from an area known as the Volcanic Hollow. A large string of caverns found within a monstrous supervolcano. The intense heat in the deeper sections made it a cozy home for all sorts of deep dwelling monsters and perfect place to gather ores.

It looked like a simple quest but these types of missions usually had something dangerous causing problems in the background. A pretty accurate assumption to make as there was a Subquest at the bottom. An extra piece of mission that was optional for the Hunter but meant extra pay if taken.

This particular Subquest was asking for him to stop a Uragaan who was causing a ruckus down there. Uragaan also known as the Burst Hammer Wyvern, a large Brute Wyvern that can create powerful tremors by slamming its armored jaw into the ground and rolling over any foolish creature to aggravate it. Their diet consisting of ores made it dangerous for any miner who accidentally runs into one.

Gathering supplies to keep him properly cool in the hotter areas were necessary since having a heatstroke in a volcano was the worst way to go. Once preparations were made and gear was set, the hunter set off to Volcanic Hollow. Dealing with the Burst Hammer Wyvern was the first thing needed to be done before even thinking of digging for coal.

This definitely wasn't a place normal people should travel through. A simple thought of a little girl in purple strolling through the lava heated caverns. The interior of a volcano was less lava-y than any she had seen before. First spot to find after jumping down the mouth was a few small conjoining clifftops and some natural hot springs by them.

Only things other than two paths that didn't go deeper down and one that did were the strange green doggy faced creatures munching on whatever plants or mushrooms growing there. They gave her odd looks but just minded their business and continued to graze. Next spot had multiple small lava pools and two were branching paths with one that meant another big jump.

There were some mean reddish snake bird worm things that tried to bite or whack her with their tail. She clobbered them multiple times with her umbrella before they got the hint and ran. This time the child decided to take the side path instead of a large jump. Big mistake on her part.

The room was pretty with a huge amber column at the center that was in a beehive like formation and more smaller red ones that added extra support. Bright sapphire blue crystals and ruby red crystals sticking from the ground in a roundish rectangular form. If only she noticed that the odd growing gold stone on the ground was a monster's tail.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Echoed the screams of a little girl through a mountainous deep section of the volcano. Tiny stream of water pouring down the cliffs to the large molten ground below shook with the tremors of heavy footsteps. The little purple hatted girl ran across the reddish dirt as a large beast followed her relentlessly.

It was a large reptilian creature that could honestly be mistaken as a dinosaur from the powerful looking legs but underdeveloped tiny arms. Its face was round dark brownish scaled except for its huge orangish color jaw, from its head to the very long rounded tail were large flat topped amber crystals that were positioned in the way tires are to leave tracks, thick muscled legs with sharp claws and bright green eyes that burned with rage.

The 25 ft tall brute looked a bit beaten up but the little girl would admit personally that she had nothing to do with it. Of course it didn't matter since the lizard monster was still angry and probably cranky for her poking its tail with an UMBRELLA. If she ever got out of here alive, she would never come back...maybe.

The giant then let out a painted cry as the ground shook hard nearly making the child lose her footing. She flipped around to understand what happened. Giant lizard thing had been slammed to the ground by someone covered in armor and holding what looked to be a sword and shield. The shield part slammed into the mean beast's head.

The armor was a bright crimson with light summer colors such as orange and gold fitted to its feudal samurai look. Chest plate had an orange triangle coming from the bottom as it pointed to two cogs on the separate sides that were connected by a thick white rope, a giant red cape with big fancy and fluffy gold rims, red shield shaped plates covering a gold rim red skilt, red armor gauntlets and boots but the cool thing was the mask.

It was faceless with eye slots but large red horns that went back and curved at the end but also orange along with a large white mane that was in the back. The shield was lustrous ruby with a gold wheel on the surface and a cog with two golden hour hands at the center. And the sword had a crystalline blade that started before ending in a reddish violet at tip and punk looking half gold claw hilt to a silver handle.

Eyes from the helmet looked at her before the masked man pulled his helmet a bit to show Kahtal's face. "You're the little girl I met in Kokoto! How did you get into the Volcanic Hollow?!" He cut off his words when the monster or Uragaan began to move underneath him. The man bashed the beast's head with his shield before getting into its face.

It immediately flinched upon the pair of eyes glaring back into its own. They weren't of a man but of a beast. Bigger, meaner and absolutely powerful. The glare of an Alpha. "You better stay down and don't try anything. So much as harm a hair on that little girl's head then consider your life forfeit. Now sit!" Voice was heavy as steel and the tone brimming with pure dominance.

Uragaan shivered violently before seating itself to the floor once Kahtal stepped off the beast's head. He gave the large brute a glance before sheathing both his blade and shield onto his back. Then the silverette turned to the most impossible thing to run around in a volcano. The little girl who had looks of awe in her eyes now lost it upon the look she was getting from the hunter.

"What are you doing here? This isn't a safe place for people much less little girls. Especially ones that somehow managed to have a Uragaan chase them. The species isn't called Burst Hammer Wyvern for no reason." Kahtal spoke pointing at the specific cowering dragon behind him.

"I wanted to see you! You gave me my Time Piece back so I thought you wanted to be my friend! And I got here from my ship since it said you were somewhere around here." There was a bunch of childish pep and cheer to her voice like it was natural despite the guilty look on her face. Or the fact she was nervously poking her fingers together.

Now he had a lot of questions but knew that the inside of a volcano wasn't the place to discuss it. "Let's talk about it once we're back at the camp on top of the volcano. And you!" The Burst Hammer Wyvern flinched upon Kahtal pointing his finger at the beast. It was still scared at the much smaller human man.

"You are being relocated to an island unreachable to human civilization. A winged companion of mine will be picking you up so stay put! Behave then I'll forget about you trying to trample a little girl and maybe add in some yummier ores than the ones down here." The knowledge of the alpha human forgiving him, a new home and chance of a tasty treat had the Uragaan positively complacent with his current position.

Kahtal took out what looked to be a signal gun before firing a green smoke round into the air. The flare spilling green smoke out into the volcano's entrance paired with a lime like scent. Once that flare was shot, Kahtal picked up the little girl and hoisted her on his back. He then took off ignoring the sound of large flapping wings or the sound of shock in the other room that he left the Uragaan in.

The volcano top had a small makeshift camp settled a good space from the mouth to the heated mountain. A simple tent that provided cover from the sun for a large mattress, two large crates with one blue and the other red, and a few makeshift fence blockades. Kahtal was now looking at the little child with a ludicrous look.

"So your name is Hat Kid, and you're an alien refugee from another world. You came here because a Timepiece, which is the fuel for your ship somehow crashlands in Kokoto village. After I returned it to you, you tried to find me again so I can be your friend and hangout with you." The hunter questioned while holding his helmet in his right hand.

The little girl or Hat Kid sat on the queen sized mattress next to Kahtal while she told him her tale. She was nodding at every inquiry he had got from the hat wearing child. "Normally I treat that kind of stuff as Congala crap if I haven't taken in consideration the evidence. A glowing hourglass with no sand isn't normal, a little girl managing to get into a place that is blacklisted to Low Rank Hunters or the fact you got to one of the deepest levels, and NOT die from lethal heatstroke."

Hat Kid looked a bit sheepish when he brought back her little volcano adventure but was glad he did believe her. Kahtal then stood up from the bed and looked at the alien child. "My friend is taking the Uragaan to a new habitat and won't be back for an hour. Might as well take me to your ship." He did think her insane attempt to find him should at least be rewarded...only this one time.

A big smile grew on her face before she ran over and took his free hand immediately. The older man would admit he didn't expect the both of them to float before shooting off into the sky. They were going up so fast that he saw the darkness of space and the shining stars. And like a light switch, Kahtal wasn't outside the volcano but now in a little girl's very odd bedroom.

The odd things being the sea of pillows a good distance from the bed, lights on the ceiling, glass screen viewing the vacuum of space, odd candles that sit by said pit or the giant burnt noodle reading at the top of the staircase by said pillow sea. "Hey! I heard that!" A sheepish look crossed his face. The last part he accidentally spoke out loud.

The offended noodle had a glowing yellow face found on children's jack o' lanterns: circular eyes and the big childish mouth with two fangs, a mane of dark purple that was the same color as his body, spindly arms that ended with two finger ovenmitts that clearly was hiding claws and a long spindly tail making his height around 20 ft long.

"You know kiddo I don't know what's worse. The fact you brought a pecking knight of all things on board or the fact he was rude to me: the all handsome, powerful and soul eating, Snatcher! It's also really rude to insult the dead." The now named specter or Snatcher said while his last bit was deadpan unlike the bolster before in his distorted echo voice.

Kathal's response to this was a raised eyebrow. "First off, I didn't mean to say that out loud so sorry for that. Second, why tell me that you are a soul eating ghost when I'm a 'knight' to you. And third, the proper term is Monster Hunter not Monster Slayer. Unless your causing trouble on my planet that make people send out a request to hunt you, then I won't stab you with my blade and relocate your hide." The mortal man listed with his fingers and pure nonchalance.

The ghost set aside his book so he wouldn't lose in the sea of bed material before slithering over to the armored man. Size difference between them was now clearer than before but Kahtal still had a passive look on his face. "And don't you have quite a snarky side to ya, kiddo." Snatcher chuckles while Kahtal glared back.

"The name is Kahtal Shinsu and I'm a 32 year old man. I am definitely not a kid because last I checked, children don't have an 7'2 body with an eight pack." The silverette's rebuttal didn't make the ghost's smile go away. It only made it more mischievous looking as the 20 ft noodle laughed.

"And I'm over 300 years old which makes ya a mere baby in comparison. An eight pack huh? Definitely the type of muscle for some dirty work back in my forest!" Snatcher said while placing an arm around the hunter's shoulder in a 'buddy' manner. Hat Kid then tugged on his leg for giving him an inquisitive look.

The 'What were you doing' look obviously wanting to know why he was in the Volcanic Hollow in the first place. "I had a job there. My client wanted me to gather 30 pieces of coal from the volcano. There was a bonus quest to deal with that Uragaan who was chasing my hatted companion here." Spotting what looked to be a chalkboard, Kahtal strolled over to it.

Taking a piece of chalk, he sketched out a fully detailed picture of the mentioned Burst Hammer Wyvern minus the injuries from before, all in the span of a minute and the word Uragaan next to it. Snatcher floated over and looked at the image with interest. "Sure looks like quite a brute! No wonder the kiddo looked ready to drop. Gave her a run for her money! Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" He then looked at Kahtal.

"This was also an extra part of the current job description? That makes you an even better contractor for me to hire! Honestly there is some work in my domain that needs a more refined touch than Hat Brat there. She has a habit of making quite the mess." The little girl in question gave him a raspberry.

"Well, you'll need to have a request paper ready. Usually I have a Kinsect deliver me jobs to my home since I'm more of a freelance hunter." Kahtal then drew at the bottom of the board a peculiar bug of sorts. It looked like a scarab but the wings and size were wrong.

"Really now? I don't know where you live but I can mark it down if you take this back." The man didn't expect for the ghost's hand to ignite in blue fire. Or that fire to form a dark purple version of what the kinsect he drew but had the same jack o' lantern smile Snatcher has on their wings. Kahtal would mark it to be creation magic.

"This Kinsnatch here will be delivering any jobs I have for ya. And a bit more." The last bit was a whisper before Snatcher put the magic made insect in the hunter's hands. He looked at the odd insect and immediately knew this was going to be trouble.

Lucky thing was he got dropped off the same place he was before allowing his own alien abduction. And his current ride had just returned. Bad news was how damn aggravating that purple ghost was going to be in the future.

Hey everyone! Sorry not updating the blog for quite a bit. Life is crazy and honestly been trying to handle with some changes to my home.

This story is an experimental crossover using Monster Hunter and A Hat in Time. I wanted to try my hand at writing a Monster Hunter fic but also wanted that kind of vibe you get exploring in different chapters like you do for a A Hat In Time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Stay safe and healthy folks!

This is the armor used and the monster Uragaan!

[unnecessaryadversaries]

LOVE & DEATH [Alucard | Adrian Tepes x Death]

Summary: After Dracula’s passing, Death (also known as Mistress) returns to his castle to mourn. When discovered by Alucard the two of them find solace amongst one another. As their friendship deepens into something more, Mistress Death and Alucard learn to overcome ghosts of their past and challenges of the future.

(A/N: This idea has been brewing in my mind for months after I finished season 2 of Castlevania. The character Death hasn’t been adapted from the games yet, so I took it upon myself to do it in my own way. Btw, this is only the first chapter so if you like what you read, the rest is posted on Ao3 under the same title.)

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

I killed him… I killed him. My father, my flesh and blood.

I saw him. I heard him groan in agony as his body disintegrated before me. His blood still stained my gloves, and the smell of decay never left me. The ash from his burnt body still seemed to cling to my hair, and sometimes I'd catch myself flexing the hand that held the stake which pierced him as if it were still in my grasp.

I miss my father. He’s dead. I miss him.

So why then do these accursed memories plague me so? Why then do I see him there, clutching my mother’s portrait in his hand? This is no memory; this is no ghost…is this really my father? He’s dead. Has he returned? He’s dead. I killed him, he’s dead. 

What is this?

“Who are you?” Alucard demanded.

Earlier in the night, Alucard had left the castle to wander the grounds in search of an animal to hunt. When he returned, an unsettling chill set into his bones as soon as he stepped foot in the foyer. It made him shiver and gave him goosebumps; it was as if this chill constantly crept down his back, making his hair stand on end. There always seemed to be some sort of quiet, ambient noise that echoed throughout the castle, however now it was unnaturally quiet as if time had stopped. Even his footsteps seemed too loud as he searched the halls for an intruder. The echo from his boots unnerved him, so he decided to levitate instead. As he approached the open door to his father’s study he gasped.

A tall, dark figure loomed by the lit fireplace; it wore a dark, hooded cloak and its back was facing Alucard. Its head was dipped to stare at the portrait of Lisa Tepes, which is held in its hand. It was as still as a statue. The outline of this figure was too sharp, it's body too solid to only be a memory or a spirit. Alucard fell silently to his feet and his mouth fell open with the intent to speak. 

Is this my father? Tears brimmed his eyes and threatened to spill. Has he returned? 

He hardened his expression and placed his hand on the handle of his longsword, ready to unsheathe it if necessary.

“Answer me, who are you?”

The figure lifted a hand to softly trace the outline of Lisa’s face with a long, pointed fingernail. It raised its head at the sound of Alucard drawing his sword and turned slightly to face him. He narrowed his eyes and posed to strike.

“Speak,” he ordered for the final time.

The figure sighed as if out of breath and lowered the portrait, then slowly turned to face him. His eyes widened slightly as he realized that this figure is… a woman? From what Alucard could tell she stood a few inches above him and she wore what appeared to be a floor-length, hooded black robe with long medieval sleeves. Underneath was a long, form-fitting, velvet dark blue dress that almost appeared black. The neckline of her dress was high and straight, hitting right below her collarbone. A three chained, silver belt hung loosely on her wide hips and tiny human skulls hung like charms from the lowest chain. An intricate, round silver amulet hung proudly from her neck; a red, cracked gemstone sat in the center. Her hood shrouded her eyes and nose in shadow and her full lips were downturned at the corners. Alucard gripped his sword tighter.

  Who is this woman?

She made no further movements and only seemed to stare him down. Her stillness caused his stomach to turn. An odd and uncomfortable fluttering sensation permeated his gut; a sensation he hadn't felt since he had encountered his father with the intent to kill him. His hands started to sweat as the memory of that fateful night flashed through his mind once more, and his body began to involuntarily shake. The woman tilted her head slightly to the side as a corner of her mouth lifted into a small pitying smirk, "hmph.”

 She brushed him off and walked towards the desk where the portrait hung above. Carefully, as if fearing to damage it, she lifted the painting, placed it back on the wall, and continued to stare at Lisa. He bared his teeth as irritation stirred within him. He felt humiliated, ignored, and he cursed himself for succumbing to the overwhelming unease this woman evoked. From her eerie silence to the unnaturally smooth way she walked —as if she were gliding across the floor— it set him on edge. She was unearthly and seemed far too detached from even the most otherworldly creatures he’s dealt with before. It alarmed him how nonchalantly she ignored him, like how a man would ignore a line of ants beneath his boot: too indifferent to pay them any attention but confident in the fact that he’d crush them in an instant. The thought made Alucard shudder.

He watched as this woman lifted her hand to caress the cheek of Lisa’s portrait longingly. His eyes widened and his mouth fell agape. What the hell?

The way she touched his mother’s portrait seemed far too intimate for his liking. His confusion quickened to rage as he imagined this horrid woman touching his mother like that when she was alive, and he grimaced at the thought. Despite his discomfort, his anger was enough to steel his resolve. He gripped his sword tight, raised it, and quickly lunged towards her. In the blink of an eye, he had pierced her heart from behind deftly. He paid no heed to whether she was too slow to react or simply did not care to put up a fight. She grunted and slowly turned her head. Alucard stared in horror as he watched her head begin to rotate at a perfect 180-degree angle to face him. Before she had a chance to completely turn her head towards him, he plunged his sword deeper, to the hilt, inside of her body. This caused her head to swivel back quickly, her head bowed as she hunched over and braced her hands on the edge of the desk.

He spoke gravely, “You come into my home unannounced and have the gall to touch my mother’s portrait like that.”

He leaned towards her by a few inches causing the added weight to push her slightly forward against the desk. She exhaled shakily. “Your presence confounds me, woman, and your disregard angers me, so I ask again, what is your business here!”

Silence filled the room once more apart from the crackling of the fire. Alucard’s chest rose and fell with the heaviness of his breathing, his eyes were narrowed, and his patience was beginning to fade. He felt his sword waver slightly as the woman’s body began to tremble and he almost couldn’t believe he began to hear light sobs and hiccuping. 

Is she crying?

“To mourn,” she replied. Her voice was soft and barely above a whisper.

His brows knitted in confusion, “what?”

She quickly turned around causing Alucard to lose his grip on the sword and stumble back.

“I said—!” Her voice boomed.

Suddenly a mysterious force snuffed the fire out and the room was bathed in a thick, dark shadow that seemed to wrap itself around every corner. All at once the high-pitched whistle of a strong, howling wind resounded throughout the room, it’s screeching deafening. Alucard could not tell from which direction this wind blew, nor what caused it, but it’s iciness bit at his skin, chilling him to the bone; and its force blew his long hair around wildly. Without warning he was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of dread and distress; it was as if a heaviness had settled upon his shoulders. He staggered back and fell helplessly onto his rear. He could feel his heartbeat wildly in his chest; the thrums of this beating pounded on his chest and rattled his rib cage.

Bumbumbumbumbum!

He struggled to breathe and found it hard to swallow because of how dry his mouth had become. Panicking, he clutched his chest and choked. An ambient droning sound— akin to the buzzing of a multitude of flies— grew louder and louder in his ears, and static seemed to cloud his sight; invading from his peripheral vision and closing in towards the front, his line of sight becoming narrow. The figure of this woman loomed above him imposingly and he looked upon her in fear. He felt his nose begin to stuff as warm tears ran uncontrollably down his cheeks. 

What’s happening! Am I going to die?

However, these sensations and the darkness were gone as quickly as they came, too quickly in fact for Alucard to process. It was as if nothing had happened. The fireplace was lit once again, bathing the room in an orangish glow, and the snapping of firewood filled the otherwise silent room once more. His chest expanded widely as he gulped down lung fulls of air. He dropped his head in his hands and carded them through his hair to tug on the roots. 

Was that real? Did I almost die?

Alucard quickly realized that this woman was more dangerous than he’d originally believed, and he felt anxious at the thought of her harming the villagers who lived far beyond his castle. He released his hair and lifted his head to steal a glance at her through his parted fingers. He was afraid to stand, not wanting to seem like a threat. When he noticed that her head was bowed, he lowered his hands and cautiously raised his head to view her fully. She was trembling slightly, and she clutched her amulet in a tight fist.

“I—I said…” she began with a sad voice.

Hastily, Alucard scooted back as the woman walked forward to unsheathe herself from his levitating sword; it dropped to the ground with a clank! The woman followed suit, falling to her knees with enough force to shake the ground.

“…to mourn.”

Her sobs began again as she curled in on herself; Alucard’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

To mourn? He looked at Lisa's portrait. She was mourning my mother?

It was then that he felt a slight tug on his heart. He hadn’t thought anyone else, besides his father and himself, had dealt with the pain of losing his mother. After killing his father, bearing the weight of loss became something he had carried himself, and it was such a heavy burden. At that moment Alucard had wished things were different, and that his mother’s love was enough to completely eradicate his father’s hate towards humanity. Maybe then he wouldn’t have needed to kill his father. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so drastically alone. He yearned for the presence of his father, and much more than that, his mother. These were desperate and grieving thoughts, ones he had thought he was able to subdue, but they clawed their way from the recesses of his mind and attacked him once again. His throat tightened and he chastised himself for losing control of these wild thoughts, ones that used to keep him up for days at a time. To calm his mind, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth; he repeated this technique a few more times before opening his eyes.

He steeled himself and spoke with a gentler tone, “I do not know who you are and yet I empathize with you. If you truly came here to mourn my mother, then please…tell me who you are.”

The woman's sobbing stopped gradually, and she exhaled deeply once she was finished. Next, she sat back on her legs with one hand splayed behind herself for support and the other still clutched her amulet, albeit with a much softer grip. Most of her face was masked from Alucard, so he couldn’t see the forlorn look she had in her eyes when she raised her head to look at him.

He looks just like her, she thought. 

Fresh tears brimmed her eyes, but she was too exhausted to stop them from flowing.

She released her amulet to grip her hood, “very well.”

Frozen, Alucard didn’t blink as he finally saw this woman’s face. Her skin was a dark shade of brown and the richness of it was emphasized by the warm glow of the fireplace. This was contrasted by her wide eyes which were framed by thick, black eyelashes. The entirety of her irises and pupils were a blue so pale they almost blended in with the sclera, oddly there seemed to be some sort of inner glow that shone through, furthering her ethereality. Much to his surprise, they held a deep sadness that Alucard also saw in his own and momentarily reminded him of his father’s eyes moments before his death. Long, white, loosely waved hair cascaded down her back and echoed the same glow in her eyes. Though she looked to be in her early thirties, her face did not betray age-old wisdom.

Alucard gulped, she was beautiful.

Despite her grief, she lifted her head proudly and said with confidence, “I am Death, but you may call me Mistress.”

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 15 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Love Rivals 

Part 15! I’m sorry it’s been a couple days since I last updated, but don’t you worry, I made this chapter a little longer to make up for it and loaded it with some moments I know you’re all going to love ;) A yandere and some jealousy with a bunch of fluff! Enjoy my darlings! ♡

Warnings - a yandere ;) and jealous Sonic

♡♡♡

“I can’t believe you crashed our drone into a tree.”

“OUR drone? You dimwitted simpleton-” 

“If I may, Doctor,” Shadow was quick to interject before his boss lost his temper for the eighteenth (or was it nineteenth?) time today. “I suggest that we try to find a place to stay for the night while we consider a way to get it out of the tree. It might even fall out on its own eventually.” 

Thanks to the engine that had fallen off of the drone because of Robotnik’s shit repair job, it hadn’t been too long before he had lost complete control of the machine and it had crash landed into a throng of trees a ways out in the woods surrounding Green Hills. They didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them while they were out for a hike, but they were also out in such a secluded area that they would have to walk all the way to town in order to get supplies. Luckily, that was what Robotnik had minions for. 

He heaved a deep breath around his gigantic mustache hairs and lifted his goggles onto his cleanly-shaved head. “Right. Shadow, you can run to the repair shop on 20th Street in Green Hills and get me some repair products,” He dug around in his pockets and dropped a list of supplies into Shadow’s gloved hands. “Make sure no one sees you. If they give you any trouble, eliminate them.” 

“Yes, sir.” And with that, Shadow was gone. Robotnik turned back to Knuckles who was staring in awe as their drone swayed lightly in the tree. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. 

“I don’t suppose you could lift this out of the trees?” 

Knuckles cracked his knuckles and gave him a smug smile. “I can do my best, Master.” 

Well. Things were going just splendidly, now weren’t they?

♡♡♡

Meanwhile, Y/n, Sonic, Tails, and Spirit were packing up the truck for their mission. They didn’t have a clue how long they would be gone for, so they were preparing for the worst. Spirit had provided multiple weapons to defend herself whereas Sonic and Y/n simply packed any necessities they might need as they had powers for their only line of defense. Tails surprisingly said he would do fine on his own, but Tom gave him a couple dart guns just in case. When questioned about if her parents knew where she was going, the family was surprised to find out that Spirit was technically living by herself at the moment. Apparently her mom died when she was young and her father was always away on business trips, so when he did come home, he was pretty tired. 

She assured them that she was fine, but Y/n couldn’t help but feel empathy for her. It was horrible to feel alone for so long, even when you’re surrounded by people. Maybe that’s why the two of them got along so well or why Spirit wanted to help them in any means that she could. 

She knew what it was like to be lonely, too.

“Alright, are you guys sure that you have everything? You’re not going to die the second you’re without me?” Tom had to clarify. Maddie chuckled next to him, giving him a playful nudge with her shoulder.

“Tom, they’ll be fine. Besides, Sonic won’t let anything happen to Y/n. Isn’t that right?” She looked to the electric blue hedgehog, who firmly nodded his head and threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulders. She giggled softly.

“That’s right!”

“Good,” Tom grinned maliciously. “Because if you do, I’ll kick your ass all the way to-”

“DAD!” If Y/n were an anime character, she would be sweat dropping at this moment. She looked to Sonic, who had a petrified look on his face and quickly gave him a tight hug to reassure him. “Nothing is going to happen. We’ll be okay!” 

“Right… And your mother and I will make sure that nothing bad happens around here. Besides Wade stealing my donuts…” Tom’s expression grew sour once more and the others could help but laugh. Finally, it was time to go. 

After multiple rounds of hugs and farewells and worried expressions that failed to be suppressed, Y/n climbed behind the wheel with Sonic in the passenger seat and Spirit and Tails got comfortable in the backseat. Even once Y/n had pulled out of the driveway and had made their way onto the main roads, Tom and Maddie didn’t go back inside until they were out of sight for at least five minutes. Pure dread sat in the pit of their stomachs. Of course, no one was going to acknowledge the enormous elephant in the room named DANGER, but it was just Robotnik, after all. They had defeated him before with just Y/n and Sonic, and now they had backup this time. Things would be okay.

They would be just fine… 

The ride out to the woods was silent for the most part, despite Sonic’s attempts to provide some comic relief. The weight of the situation was enough to shut everyone up, and they deserved a moment of silence anyways. They had been keeping up their act of pretending like this whole thing was an everyday occurrence and that they weren’t literally driving towards their potential demise. Or Y/n’s death. 

Little did they know that as they were driving through the woods, Shadow was on his way back from shoplifting a bunch of supplies for his boss. The dark hedgehog was quick to hide behind some bushes as he watched the truck rumble over the uneven patches of dirt as Y/n did her best to keep it under control. Sonic had his head stuck out the passenger window like a dog while a human girl and an orange fox sat in the back, conversing amongst themselves. Shadow’s eyebrows knitted together in concentration. It was them. 

He zipped back over to the drone, only to find a very peculiar sight before him. Robotnik had his arms wrapped tightly around a tree, almost as though he were trying to climb it but had given up three inches above the ground. Knuckles stood below him, trying desperately to push him up the tree. It wouldn’t have been awkward if Knuckles hands hadn’t been pressing against his butt.

“Shadow!” Robotnik cried, instantly dropping his legs, causing Knuckles to faceplant into the ground. “You’re back!” 

“Doctor,” Shadow quickly dropped the bag of supplies onto the ground next to him and flicked his ears back and forth, searching for the sound of grass crunching underneath heavy tires. They were heading northeast, a decent ways away from their current campsite. “I saw the targets a little ways from Green Hills. They’re in a truck and they appeared to be coming out to camp.”

Robotnik instantly began to seethe with anger. He was in no condition to fight against them at this point, and it was entirely possible that they weren’t just out here for a weekend camping trip. They probably already knew they were out here somewhere. It wouldn’t be suitable if he went out there to rough them up, but maybe Knuckles and Shadow would be decent decoys to scare them off. Buy him some time to get his shit together. The two instantly agreed to the plan and set off in the direction of the truck. 

♡♡♡

By the time Knuckles and Shadow finally reached them, the sun was beginning to set. The four had made a fire thanks to Spirit’s knowledge about camping and Tails had set up the sleeping arrangements inside the truck. Y/n and Sonic had been pulling out the bag full of food when Y/n’s ear twitched. 

The trees hummed their warning to her and she lifted her head, eyes scanning the treeline cautiously. Someone was out there. Watching them.

“Sonic.” 

The hedgehog in question turned his head to his girlfriend. His lighthearted expression instantly dropped when he saw her guard.

“You sense something, don’t you?” She didn’t even have to answer for him as a red laser came shooting out from between the trees. Only it wasn’t aimed for them. It was aimed at the fire where Spirit was setting it up. Tails’s eyes filled with fear.

“Look out, Spirit!” He leapt out of the car, slamming into her back and pressing her flat onto her stomach on the ground. She let out a small cry in surprise as the laser sunk into the tree behind her head.

“T-Tails?” The orangish-yellow fox quickly got off of her and gave her a sheepish smile, but his eyes still darted around the area where the laser had come from, ready to protect her if he needed to again. Y/n and Sonic beat him to the punch, however, as they jumped off of the bed of the truck and quickly stood in front of their friends protectively.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Y/n snarled into the darkness. Her hand twitched next to Sonic’s, her muscle memory reminding her that if it came down to it, they could always merge their powers again. She wasn’t about to let her friends get hurt on their first day of the job. Slowly, not one, but two figures began to emerge from the darkness. One bright red echidna and a hedgehog.

Black and red, with an evil glint in his eye. 

Y/n’s heart stopped. This hedgehog standing before her was the one who was going to try and kill her. It was uncanny. She didn’t know a single thing about him, who he worked for, what his name is, or how he was born. And yet she knew that he would try to kill her. 

And he might succeed.

Sonic’s gaze sharpened as he watched them come to a stop a couple feet away from them. “Who are you? You look like you stepped out of a horribly written ‘80s kids TV show.” 

“Is that an insult?” The echidna was evidently confused. The four took in his burly figure and slanted eyes. He looked like he could pick all of them up with one hand and bench press them for an hour straight if he had to. 

“I believe it is,” The dark hedgehog rolled his eyes at his companion and stared at Spirit and Tails who were still lying on the ground. “I see they have some accomplices. Pity. I was hoping this would be challenging.”

The echidna rolled his eyes. “Why did one of them have to be a girl? I bet Robotnik wouldn’t mind if we just brought her back with us and took out the boy. Don’t want to get a pretty thing involved in this fighting, right?” 

Y/n felt a flare of anger strike through her blood. Was he calling her weak? A pretty damsel in distress? The Princess Peach in Bowser’s clutches who couldn’t even run a brush through her hair without help? Her blood boiled.

Sonic’s on the other hand, exploded. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stretched his triceps. “See, now why did you have to go and threaten her? Now you made me mad.” And before Knuckles could say anything else, he was greeted with the feeling of Sonic’s fist sinking into his cheekbone. Tails quickly sprang up to go and help his friend just as one of the little egg drones came hovering by Spirit’s head. She growled at it, and grabbed a piece of stray wood, letting her enemy know she was a threat. 

That left Y/n standing alone with Shadow.

She couldn’t help but tremble in his presence as he sighed, slipping his gun back into the holster around his waist. He hadn’t even taken the chance to get a good look at her, so he took this chance to do so. The second he took in her face, he felt his heart skip a beat. His ruby eyes widened as he stared into her beautiful e/c orbs. Her quills were brushed back against her beautiful blue fur in such a way that it made him want to run his hands through it. Her ears looked so soft and her eyes and nose were nothing short of gorgeous. 

He was in love. In love with the enemy, oh how romantic! Perhaps he could take her back with him and find a way to convince Robotnik to let them get married, and then they could have a bunch of babies and they could leave these putrid allies of her behind! A blissful smile crossed his lips as he stared at her.

In Y/n’s point of view, she thought he looked like a pervert. Why the hell was he smiling at her like that? She grew uneasy, preparing herself to sing or to punch him - whichever was handy. 

“W-what are you doing?” She hated herself for stuttering. Her speaking finally snapped him out of it - even her voice sounded like angels. She put her fists up in an attempt to defend herself, but her limbs felt frozen. Instead of making a move to fight her, he made a move in courtship. Shadow slowly began to make his way over to her, doing his best to look as sexy and appealing as possible. But in Y/n’s eyes, he looked like he had a stick up his ass.

He circled around her and finally came to a stop right before her, pursing his lips to the point where it looked like he had sucked on a lemon. Y/n’s features contorted between disgust and confusion as he stared deep into her eyes.

“Hello, there, gorgeous. I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Shadow. And you are…?” He purred into her ear. Y/n tried desperately to move as a million red alarms went off in her brain, but her limbs appeared to have gone limp at her sides. She couldn’t move. She could only stare, wordless, at him as her heart pounded fearfully against her chest. Was this what sexual harassment felt like? He slowly tucked a strand of her quills behind her ear, sending chills down her spine. But it wasn’t even remotely close to the chills she got from Sonic. These were dread chills, ones of fear and danger. There were no sparks, no excitement, no passion. 

Just fear.

Thankfully, while Tails and Spirit had been fighting off Knuckles and the egg drone, Sonic had glanced over just in time to see Shadow and Y/n. Only they weren’t fighting. Shadow had his hands on Y/n in places that they should not have been, staring at her with eyes that he wanted to prick out with a fork. Anger smacked the adrenaline out of his veins full force, and in a blue blur, he was shoving the dark hedgehog onto the ground. Shadow crashed onto the damp earth and let out a slight cry in shock. But Sonic wasn’t done yet. His jealousy took the wheel as he picked up a startled Y/n and threw her over his shoulder, keeping a firm grip around the back of her knees and her waist. 

He turned just as Shadow had gotten back up and gave him the scariest death glare anyone had seen. “Y/n. Is. Mine. If you touch her again, I will fucking kill you.” 

Y/n gasped softly at his words, but the flutter in her heart showed her appreciation. Unfortunately, Shadow didn’t quite share her emotions. As Sonic turned away from him and began to walk back towards the truck, he balled his hands into fists by his sides. A dark scowl drew across his lips as he shot invisible bullets at Sonic’s back.

“Love rival…”

♡♡♡

After an unsuccessful attempt at scaring them off, Shadow and Knuckles headed back to their master. Later that night, Spirit had decided to take the first watch in order for Y/n, Sonic, and Tails to all get some well deserved sleep. She sat on the top of the truck with one of Tom’s dart guns and one of her baseball bats sitting in her lap while the other three were in the back of the truck. Tails had curled up in the passenger seat and had been asleep for quite some time while Y/n and Sonic had opted to share the backseat. 

They laid curled up next to one another with a couple of blankets and pillows for comfort. But even as Y/n heard the soft breaths of her boyfriend as he drifted off into sleep, she couldn’t seem to find a way to close her eyes. She couldn’t believe the events that had happened today, how she had met the guy who was supposed to kill her and he ended up falling in love with her instead. 

She slowly turned onto her side, wincing as Sonic stirred in his sleep. God, he looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. He cared about her so much… she couldn’t help but grin as the image of him tossing her into her arms came back into her brain. He was adorable when he was jealous. She slowly stroked one of his ears, not being able to resist how soft they looked. She made sure to keep her touches gentle so as to not wake him up. Little did she know that he had only been half asleep.

He let out the cutest sound she had ever heard (a mix between a moan and a purr) as her touch finally lulled him into a deep sleep. She stifled a giggle as she watched him nod off and gently pressed a kiss to his temple. Things were going to be okay. As long as she had him by her side, she knew that nothing bad could happen.

They were going to be fine.

♡ a.a.

[saintheartwing]

Invader Zim: The Pod People Invasion

"So…tell me again WHY my poor son is here?"

Professor Membrane was rather astounded that his son had been unceremoniously tossed into a straight jacket, gagged, and put in the school counselor's room. The black, scythe-haired scientist looked furious, despite nobody being able to see his eyes behind those large goggles he wore, and the fact his big white labcoat covered up his lower mouth. But his black-gloved fingers were clenching tightly onto his arm, his body practically vibrating with fury and rage as he glowered at the police who were in the whitish/grey room with him, the office of the school counselor, Mr. Thildari. The blind man had a soft face and white eyes, wearing glasses over those milky orbs as he wore a white button up shirt and white pants, and had a necklace with a lovely green orb-like gem at the end of it as he tilted his head to the side, the almost androgynous-looking man intrigued by what Professor Membrane had to say.

His son, Dib Membrane, was sitting in a chair nearby, in a straight-jacket and Mr. Thildari nodded at the police as they undid the straight-jacket. "I think it's unnecessary since his father's here at last. We apologize for the dreadful inconvenience." Mr. Thildari's soft yet dark voice remarked, his tone having almost a faint echoing undercurrent to it. "Please accept the school's humble apologies. Would you, perhaps, like to buy some chocolate? The school's having a promotion!"

He reached into his desk and pulled out big jars of chocolate-covered nuts. "How about it?" He inquired of Dib as they got him out of the straight-jacket and removed the ball gag and he dusted himself off. "You maybe got some…mad money to spend?"

"HA. HA. HA." Dib snorted as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit and frowned, amber/golden eyes glowering at the school counselor, then at the cops. "This sucks, Dad. I got practically violated by these jerks!"

"Well you were ranting and raving about the end of the world in the middle of the school cafeteria for a good four minutes until we finally tased you." The first cop remarked.

"Because it's really happening!" Dib said. "Look, maybe I should just start from the beginning…" He sighed, pinching the space between his eyes and shaking his head back and forth. "It all started simply enough…" He murmured. "I'd forgotten my wallet yesterday on Sunday, and I had to race back into town. See, there was this really cool convention just the next town over, so I had to take a bus there only to realize…WOOPS. Forgot my wallet with my tickets in it. And the worst part was that because I only had enough change for the bus fare once, I had to walk back. And by the time I got back, that's when I realized something was really, really wrong with the town. I mean, everything seemed okay at first but…"

"You gotta help me!"

Torque Smacky had grabbed hold of Dibbun Membrane and was shaking the black-jacket-wearing, blue-undershirt-having young 12 year old about, looking mortified. The frazzled, spiky hair of Torque was even more messy, his big, ugly face looking horrified as he looked into Dib's eyes, his dad, lantern jaw and all, walking towards him.

"What the heck's wrong with you?" Dib asked. "I'm not doing your homework for you-"

"It's my dad, dude, he's not actually my dad! He's not!"

Dib stared at him. "…what?"

"He can't be! He hasn't spanked or smacked me once today!" Torque Smacky insisted.

"Oh, relaaaax, I'm sure your Dad will start smacking you around again soon enough." Dib remarked snidely. "Geez, Torque, you're angry that your family isn't hitting you? I call that finding a unicorn, do you know how many times Gaz hit me over the head during her "blue period"?"

"Thank you, sir." Torque's father said, taking hold of his son by the collar. "Come on, son, you must be…tired." He insisted, bringing him towards the screen door to his home nearby as Torque uselessly squirmed around, trying to break free.

"No, no, no! Please, believe me! Believe meeeeeee!" Torque cried out as he vanished into the house.

"Looking back, I…I can't believe how stupid I was not to see what was happening. I guess I was also in a bad mood, because I was missing the convention. AND I was starving too. So I went to get my wallet from my house. It was quiet, real quiet. Nobody seemed to be there, and there wasn't any food in the cupboard left over. So I decided "Okay, I'll get some snacks from the gas station, then head out and catch the last half of my convention". But then I met GIR, Zim's little robot friend, all disguised as a dog, and he'd finished up a Suckmunkey. He was sitting on the stoop and looking really depressed, and Zim was eating a candy bar…"

Indeed, the Irken alien invader, Zim, had distinctly green skin, no ears, no nose, ruby/maroon eyes hidden behind obvious contact lenses, and his black insectoid antenna was hidden by a black wig. He was still obviously wearing black gloves and boots and a maroon "invader's attire" that was a big ol shirt with long sleeves, dark grey pants, and he had clawed hands for God's sakes! And yet…hardly anyone seemed to realize he was an alien.

But even he seemed down.

"You guys look…really depressed."

"NONE of the filthy huuuuuman children will listen to me going into detail about my glorious new plans!" Zim remarked. "The whole town is…quiet! Lethargic! Slothful! Nobody cares about what Zim has to say!"

Dib sniggered as GIR sighed as well, the little green doggy suit he wore having its head a-drooping. "None of my friends'll play with me." He murmured. "Nobody wants to pet me. NOBODY LOVES MEEEEE!"

"Uh…gee, little alien robot, sorry…" Dib mumbled. Something was rather odd, he was beginning to pick up on that. But he'd learn the truth soon enough, because as he walked towards the bus station after getting some nachoes and a soda to sate himself, he saw, of all people, SKOODGE racing out of Zim's house, grabbing Dib!

"You gotta help me, Mr. Dib! PLEASE! Nobody else will listen to me!"

"Okay, alright, alright." Dib groaned, rolling his eyes as Skoodge led him to the backyard, past the guard-an-gnomes that Zim had, following the very tubby and rotund alien invader. Skoodge was dressed up in a better disguise, he had a holographic display that gave him a freckled face, orangish hair and the like…but he hadn't taken his Invader's garb off. Ah well. Skoodge was more agreeable, civil and just plain nicer than Zim. If he wasn't an alien invader, Dib would have probably gone along great with him-

"HOLY CRAP!"

Dib gazed down at what laid in the backyard, a gigantic pod, big, green, faintly pulsating and with Skoodge's head upon it!

"Wh-what is this?!" Dib asked. "It's an amazing likeness of you!"

"Yeah, I found it in the backyard along with this other pod that's just…lying here." Skoodge said, jabbing a thumb at another nearby pod. "No clue who it's for. It's not one of Zim's ideas, believe me…he'd be talking about it all morning if it was."

"I think I know what it is…" Dib realized, his eyes going wide. "Skoodge, this is a space pod! Part of a diabolical alien invasion force from deep space to replace all humanity as we sleep! There's only one thing to do!"

"Uh…call the cops? The FBI? The CIA? NASA? 60 Minutes, maybe?" Skoodge asked. "Or, I dunno, go to every house and set fire to all the backyards?"

"No! We'll look for a pod person and make them explain everything in a convoluted bit of expositionary dialogue!" Dib proclaimed, pointing upwards dramatically as Skoodge stared at him, scratching his head.

"Um…Dib, I don't think they're going to do that." He remarked.

"Skoodge, c'mon, if there's one thing aliens LOVE, it's bragging and talking about how amazing their plans for taking over worlds are." Dib told him, folding his arms over his chest as Skoodge opened his mouth to protest…then tilted his head to the side and nodded a bit, wagging his hand in the air in a kind of "Yeah, okay" sort of gesture.

So off we went. We asked people left and right if they were pod people. We didn't always get the answers we wanted. Didn't have a lot of good luck!

"Excuse me, are you a pod person?"

"A WHAT?!" Iggins asked. "What's THAT supposed to mean?! POD PERSON!? I'll have you know I'm proudly gay and there's nothing wrong with that! Pod person. POD PERSON…"

"Dude, you're being creepier than usual!" Zita proclaimed, glowering at the two. "I have mace. I am not afraid to use it."

"No, I'm black." Said the Letter M, the tight-crop black hair of the kid almost standing up on end in irritation as he frowned.

"Say, why are you called The Letter M anyway?"

"Well, it beats what my sister got named. The Letter F." M remarked with a sigh.

"…wait. You mean…" Dib trailed off. "…do your parents, by chance, work as scientists like MY dad?"

"Yes, and they changed their names when they got married and are now the Mr and Ms Sir and Madam no more, now they're the proud Mr. Husband and Mrs. Wife. They even named our dog the letter C. I wanted a cat. But they said it would make calling for their daughter too complicated."

"I am so, so sorry." Dib said apologetically. "I can't think of any worse name than being called the shorthand for Male."

"When I have a son, I'm going to name him SUE." Letter M insisted angrily. "Then I'll scatter my parents ashes over the toilet, and will scatter something else over that." He growled.

We learned a lot more about the people of this town than I think I wanted to...but not much about pod people. Finally, though, our persistence paid off.

"Why yes. Yes, I AM a pod person." Sara said cheerily, the faintly nun-dressed young girl sitting on a park bench and giving them a rather…unsettlingly fake smile. "And I'd be delighted to tell all of you about our people's invasion plans before I go alert my co-conspirators to your presence. You see, our space pods land on a planet, replacing all its people with emotionless replicas as they sleep. Then we grow more pods, spreading sterility and tranquility throughout the cosmos!"

"Really?" Dib remarked. "That's it? Kinda…simple."

"Well, yes! It's our first time doing this, so we're keeping the plan simple. Still, to be fair and further spread our mission, we also invented tofu, created EuroDisney, and Ben Stein. Oh, and Lily Collins. She's been one of us for years." Sara added.

"How about Tommy Wiseau from "The Room"?"

"Oh, no, no, no." Sara shook her head. "He's too weird for us. That's on you people. We're not going near him with a fifty foot pole. We may be emotionless, calm, collected alien invaders, but even we get weirded out by that guy."

"So you wanna get rid of all our emotions?! That's horrible! That sounds like you wanna turn the world into a bad Lifetime Channel movie or some kind of old home video you'd show kids in Sunday School!"

"I dunno, I think it's pretty nice being a pod."

"AAAAA!"

Dib gaped in horror at Skoodge, who now looked…off. His eyes were kind of distant. His face looking like it was miles away! And the pod he'd been carrying with them for proof…EMPTY!

"How the heck?!" Dib cried out.

"Yeah, turns out me carrying it around wasn't such a nice idea. Or at least, that's what I thought about…ten seconds ago. But now I "feel" fine. You should try it." Skoodge said as he took hold of Dib along with Sara, dragging Dib into a nearby convenience store, people standing listlessly about as the man behind the counter stared ahead.

"So. What would you like? We have water…water…and, ah, more water."

"I'd like a tepid water."

"Yes, tepid, please."

"Tepid would be very nice."

"Oh, and I must remind you all, we are having "Unemotional Hour" tonight from 10-11 at the bar across the street. Is that not just lovely?" The convenience store owner intoned in a deadpan voice as the others nodded in agreement.

"Here, to ease your transition in, human." Said Skoodge as he handed Dib something from a large pile of objects to the side as the other pod people nodded some more. "Your own space pod and introduction membership kit! All you need for a nice, simple, assimilation into never having problems ever again. Oh, and we also have this very lovely foam finger." He added with a nod as Dib looked over the "Pods #1" foam finger he'd been given. "We got the idea from a very lovely little dog."

"Uh, look, um….I kinda want my emotions." Dib insisted. "They're good for, y'know…improving the world. Caring about people? Protecting it from…well, alien invasions!?"

"Don't be silly, Dib. Emotions lead only to bad things. Like competition, jealousy, and hallmark cards. We're doing your world a favor!" Sara remarked. "You'll never have any worries or cares ever again. Become one of us just like Mark Zuckerburg did. He's far better off now."

"Mark Zuckerberg's one of you? Really?"

"Yeah,it took ages to be sure he was, even before our pod, the man was as soulless as a piece of toast!"

"So…I won't care about…say…my favorite TV show, Mysterious Mysteries?" Dib inquired.

"Nope. Not a bit."

"…what about…hunting down Zim?"

"He won't be caring about anything anymore, why should you?"

"…my family?" Dib asked.

"No, you won't care about them either. You won't even care that you don't care!"

"…BUH-BYE!" Dib said, kicking Skoodge in the foot. BOINK! He flopped over, Sara gaping as Dib took off running.

"Hey, stop him!"

"You stop him. I don't care if he escapes." Skoodge remarked as he laid on the floor.

"Yeah, doesn't bother me any." Said the convenience store owner as other pod people nodded along.

"But if we don't stop him he'll ruin all our plans!" Sara remarked.

"…oh, well that's different." Skoodge said, chasing after him with the others as they barrled out of the street after Dib, who tore down the sidewalk. "Please stop running. You have forgotten your pod."

"Ask me if I care!" Dib called back.

"You know, if I had any emotional capacity I would be very cross with you right now." Sara added as they jogged after Dib, who glared back at them slightly before diving into an alleyway, scrambling over a chain link fence. He bolted as fast as he could, barreling down the road, into his house, slamming the door shut, Zim sitting on the couch and shaking his head back and forth.

"I really don't get why you like this show." He told GIR and Gaz as they sat down on the couch next to him. "Oh, Dib-Stink. Yes, I'm in your house, GIR stupidly insisted we come over here to check on "Gazzy-Wazzy". They evidently were doing something upstairs for a long time and now they want me to watch the…what is it? Calm Monkey Show?"

"Calm Monkey!?" Dib stared at the screen, mouth agape as Gaz and GIR kept watching, staring ahead blankly.

"…hello." Said the brown-furred, slightly yellow-eyed monkey on the screen. "…what a nice day. Isn't it a fine day. Isn't it fine that we're feeling fine?"

"Yes. Yes, it's fine to feel fine, isn't it?" GIR asked Gaz.

"Oh, yes. We're both feeling fine. You know, I think the paint's drying on the back of the wall behind that monkey." Gaz added, the purple-haired Goth girl…not even having her eyebrows down so much over her eyes she looked like she was perpetually frowning. She had her eyes wide open and she…she wasn't even wearing her skull necklace!

"This is not a good show." Zim muttered.

"Maybe you'll like…say…some nice, relaxing music." Gaz said, changing the channel to a music station as Dib frowned, then yawned.

"UGH. Post Malone's "Psycho"?! This song is so dull, he's supposed to be talking about going insane but he sounds like he's on Quaaludes!"

"We could always switch to a nice C-SPAN discussion if you'd prefer, they're talking about bumper crops." GIR remarked.

"…oh no. OH NO. I know what you're trying to do. You want me to fall asleep so you can replace us with pods!" Dib gasped. "No way!" He proclaimed. "Zim, we have to get out of here now. GIR and my sister have evidently been replaced by pod people from outer space and if we don't leave, they'll put us to sleep and replace us too!"

"Oh, c'mon." Zim said with a snort. "I mean, just because Gaz and GIR are acting much more calm and rational and polite and courteous and civil doesn't…doesn't…"

BAM!

Zim and Dib barreled out the front door, Zim's disguise falling off his face as he howled in terror. "YOU WILL NEVER, EVER TELL ANYONE I ADMITTED YOU WERE RIGHT, DIB!"

"SHUT UP AND RUN, LOCUST!"

"You can't hide from us!" GIR cried out as he walked after them, smiling stupidly along with Gaz.

"Yes. Today, Philadelphia, tomorrow…a whole bunch of other places!"

"We have to find a place to hide. Somewhere. Anywhere!" Dib proclaimed as they barreled past people in the street, racing out of the city as fast as they could, off to the outskirts as the sky began to get darker, Zim wiping his brow. "C'mon, Zim, pick up the pace!"

"S-Sorry! I'm…I'm not used to…running around so much!" He moaned. "Zim's PAK legs usually do this for him but I had to put it on "DEBUG" for the day, nothing's working but the life support." He commented.

"You are soooo out of shape." Dib intoned as they reached the old mine, climbing inside, panting heavily, Dib wiping his brow as Zim flopped against the stony wall within, the soft echoing of a stalactite dripping water down into a cave pool not far away. DRIP…DRIP…DRIP.

"OOOF…" Zim moaned. "I wish I'd eaten more than a candy bar. I'm starving."

"I'm going to check to see if the coast is clear. Lemme look outside the back entrance." Dib told Zim, heading down the mine, going to the south entrance, using his smartphone's flashlight to light the way as he wiped his brow on his jacket arm. "Hoo…I'm getting tired too. Okay, once I know we're safe, we can take a little nap and then I'll gather my thoughts and think up a plan." He mused to himself as he finally reached the southern entrance to the mine about half an hour later. He peered out as the stars began to twinkle overhead, a soft wind blowing through his hair as he clung to the wall of the mine, peering out.

No sign of anyone or anything, save for a natural pathway leading out to the highway. Dib grinned, then headed back the way he'd come, calling out. "Zim! Zim, the coast is clear, let's get-OH NO!"

There, by Zim's side…was a pod!

"Yeah, uh, funny story. They had some spares here in the mine. Anyway, Zim is a pod now. It's pretty awesome." Zim intoned. "I think you should be a pod too." He added, holding up another pod. "One of us! C'mon."

"AAAACK!" Dib barreled back to the southern entrance, racing off as Zim called out, the pod people coming in through the north entrance.

"He's over here, this way! Human over here!"

Dib barreled down the highway, racing off for the school, looping to the west as he slid his way inside through a window. His chest felt like it was on fire as he made his way into a closet, panting heavily, wiping his brow and looking around. No pods anywhere. NOWHERE. Phew. He quickly began to move things around, barricading the door and finally, at long last, sitting down to rest and-

"Hey. This is my closet." Said an irritated-looking janitor with a bit of messy black hair atop his head and a dark look in his eyes, his body thin and emaciated as he poked his head out from behind a bucket. "I've got a busy day tomorrow of painting a wall red with blood to feed the demon that lies inside."

"Well I'm hiding from pod people who want to take away all our emotions!"

"…yeah, okay, fair enough. Just so you know? I snore." The janitor intoned, plopping back down behind the bucket.

And so, come the next morning as the kids were going into the cafeteria for a big announcement…that was when I barreled in, fully rested and probably still looking wild and crazed, waving my arms over my head as I got on top of a table, bouncing up and down, yelling loudly to all in the room about the oncoming alien invasion of pod people!

And about four minutes in, that's when the school's police guard came in to tase me.

…

…

…

… "So that's what happened." Dib explained.

"Only a moron could believe stuff like that!" said one of the cops as Mr. Thildari rubbed his chin.

"I'm very sorry, Dib. But without any kind of supporting evidence, well…the best you can do is let the media exploit you for a lucrative book and Netflix movie deal." The school counselor remarked just before Professor Membrane noticed something.

"Oh. One moment." He lifted open his chest, showing off a built-in smart TV, everyone looking on in awe as he cheerily chuckled. "We're getting a breaking news bulletin! I can always tell because I get a tingling in my colon."

"This just in! SPACE PODS HAVE INVADED EARTH!"

"And by the way!" a voice rang out as the rather homicidal-looking janitor brought in several big ol' green pods, tossing them into the room. "I found these in the damn bathrooms. How am I supposed to clean up all the blood if these pods are in the way!?"

"Oh, Dib! You a pod yet?" Zim inquired as he poked his head into the room with an unnatural smile as Gaz, GIR and Skoodge stood by him.

"HA! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! SEE?! SEEEE?!" Dib cried out. "You believe me now, you jaded authority figures, you?"

"I dunno…not really…" One of the cops remarked.

"Mmmm…gee, nah, I don't think so…" Another cop intoned.

"Actually, I do." Said Mr. Thildari as he smiled broadly…

And then, before their eyes, became an Irken with balled antennae dressed in a big white robe with a silver belt! He smiled cheerily at Dib, waving his clawed hands, white eyes blinking. "You see, we Irkens have actually been on Earth for many decades now. My own mother and originator, Almighty Tallest Miyuki, blessed be her name, came here aaaaages ago to do some experimentation with a VERY lovely black-haired young scientist who ended up charming her."

"Wait, WHAT?!" Professor Membrane's eyes bugged behind his goggles. "Though this explains a lot…" He confessed as Dib gaped in astonishment, the cops in the room, Zim, GIR, Gaz and Skoodge gasping in amazement. "She always felt very different down there whenever we-"

"BAH, we're not worried about you." One of the cops said as he took off his hat…then his head, revealing a distinctly green, scaly-skinned, tusk-having alien who was amazingly tall! "We Martians have been preparing too! We've been seeing all of your efforts for twenty decades and we're getting our hunting parties ready!"

"That'd be very impressive…" said another one of the cops before his skin melted off…showing off synthetic alloy beneath with soulless eyes as his arm opened up to reveal a carbine blaster that was revving up to fire. "But we robots have foreseen your attempt. I come from the future to end your reign before it begins! If need to, we will shoot you twice! We'll screw you over more than the new Terminator did to it's franchise!"

"Wait a minute, I thought we were only being invaded by pod people!" Dib remarked.

"You think that's what's going on? Not at all, man!" yelled Nick as the young man with the obvious head injury stuck his head into the room and walked inside, wearing…a kilt. They stared at him in shock as he sighed, folding his arms over his chest, the poor kid's brain exposed from horrifying experiments that Zim had done on him, the brain barely kept in by a kind of glassy little dome. "Giant blancmanges landed. They've turned half my class into Scotsmen so they can dominate the Olympic games this year because "everyone knows Scottish people are terrible at sports"! Bunch of prejudicial puddings!" He grumbled.

"You think that's bad?!" Ms. Bitters intoned as she crawled in from the window outside, panting heavily and wiping her brow, looking mortified, smoke slightly rising off her skeletal frame as the glasses-wearing old, white-haired crone cringed. "It's the apes you need to worry about. Apes have inherited the Earth!"

"Have we actually all died and gone to Hell? What's going on here?!" Dib groaned as he looked around the room, other people beginning to talk amongst themselves, the voices getting loud and panicked and terrified.

"No, no, it's all a twisted experiment!"

"It's the GOVERNMENT'S fault!"

"IT'S A COOKBOOK! IT'S A COOKBOOOOOK!"

"You stupid, STUPID morons!" A voice rang out as they all turned, suddenly seeing someone whom they never expected to see…Minimoose. The flying, purple little moose-like toy glowered at them all, speaking perfect English! "None of this is real! We're all just typed words on a page, stuck in a comedic horror story written by a New Englander! This is all just FANFICTION!"

Everyone stared at him…and then burst out laughing, hysterically cackling. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"WOOP! HA HA HA!"

"PFFFTTT!"

"HEE-HEE-HEE!"

"Oh, that's a good one. Fanfiction! Ha-ha-ha! That's the stupidest one yet!" Dib sniggered.

"Oh yeah?!" Minimoose glowered as his eyes narrowed. "Then how do you explain the fact that the next words out of your mouth are going to be "You're just being silly, Minimoose!"

"You're just being silly, Minimoose-" Zim began to say before he stopped, and everyone gazed at him, his expressionless face now looking terrified. "…wh…what?"

"And look! Look up THERE! See! The PAGE!" Minimoose proclaimed as he pointed up above, and everyone stared.

"Wh…what? H…How can I be up there when I'm speaking now?" Dib murmured fearfully as they all glanced around at each other.

"And there's MORE!" Minimoose proclaimed. "Haven't all of you felt it? That feeling you were being watched? Like the eyes of strange things are upon you?! Look! Reading this right now! YOU! Yes, YOU!"

"OH MY GOD!" Dib cried out as he saw you, the others gazing on in amazement and horror. "That…that means…"

"Then…then…" Professor Membrane murmured.

"AAAAAAAAAA!"

People were screaming, running left and right. The pod people howled in terror, folks were bolting out the door and the windows, and Dib, pale as a sheet, shook his head back and forth, looking up at you.

"Please, whatever you do! Don't stop reading! DON'T STOP READING THIS STORY! DON'T EXIT THE TAB! DON'T CLICK AWAY! DON'T! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

[inazumafocus]

Hewwo, my dear nene! I hope you're doing okay and that everything is going alright for you ;3; For the ship asks... Well, no surprise: KdFd XD And uuuh... HiroAtsu, if possible? XD

Hewwo sweet any~ I’m ok more or less, trying to relax due all this stress of the moving, so thank you for the ask, it helps me a lot💗 and I hope you’re doing great as well sweetie💗💗

KDFD

Who said “I love you” firstI know it might sound strange, but it was Fudou! Kidou is far too wrapped up in his own self doubts and overthinking and that stopped him from at first even acknowledging his feelings and then to said them out loud. So one day Fudou just EXPLODED because he couldn’t wait any longer and had to speak up what was in his heart. It was very loud and messy and at first Kidou said nothing because he was paralysed and half in denial and only in a second moment did he finally manage to say “I love you” back (after seeing his silence was hurting Fudou). And even then it wasn’t without a loooooot of overthinking about his dad and family situation, what that would mean for his future etc (to know more read the “first kiss” answer👀)

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundMmhh they both have the potential to do it, but this more when they’re adults and spend lots of time apart, then they would totally use a pic of them together as phone background AND WITHOUT KNOWING THEY USE THE EXACT SAME ONE BECAUSE THEY’RE TO BIG DORKS!

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorFudou would write something in the fog, a flirty/dumb message probably and Kidou would replay, always writing in the fog, to not write in the fog ‘cause he’s ruining the mirror (two loaf of idiot bread)-

Who buys the other cheesy giftsNeither? But also both? I mean they usually don’t but if they’ve been apart for a really long time they would eventually meet up and have both a silly present for the other, usually something that reminds them of shared memories like “a bouquet of the first flower you ever picked for me” or “that sweet you always eye inside that bakery’s window every time we visit that one city”

Who initiated the first kissTying this to the very first question, it was Fudou once again to initiate things between them, because they’re like that example of two introverts going out and one of them having to act as an extrovert to make the other relax and feel safe while they handle everything, just that this time they’re two teenagers who don’t like to show their emotions that much ao Fudou HAS to break from his own mind state and just say stuff, take Kidou’s face in his hands and KISS HIM TO SHUT HIM UP!Because he was spiraling with doubts and stupid worries instead of giving in to what he truly wanted.The kiss was initially BAM two mouths crashing together bc of the impact but an instant later Fudou was kissing him softly, conveying all his feelings in sweet slow movements and he felt Kidou melting in his hands until he was relaxed enough to reciprocate.Fudou is Kidou’s oxygen after all ;^)

Who kisses the other awake in the morningFudou wakes up first but doesn’t wake Kidou up because he knows he’s been up until very late, so he just sneaks out of bed and does his things, starts to get breakfast ready etc.Then Kidou would sneak behind him, kiss his shoulders and neck up to his cheeks, still half asleep while Fudou cooks and they’d smile and faintly chuckles- 

Who starts tickle fightsFUDOU! FOR REVENGE!! Also because he found out Kidou is ticklish on his hips and honestly he just loves his laugh-

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerThe both do, really, but the first time Kidou did was such a great, important step forward in their relationship! He gathered up all his courage, pushed aside all his fears and slide that door open to a very surprised Fudou.They didn’t even do anything nasty, but it was so intimate, they ran fingers across their hair, watching each other into naked eyes and exchanging soft brief butterfly kisses on lips, nose and forehead while the water poured over them...

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchTwo options: 1) Kidou forgot his lunch, once again, so Fudou had to go and give it to him with a good scold but also a kiss. 2) Kidou wanted to surprise his beloved one and kidnapped him to go at their favourite place to relax a bit together!

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateGosh they were both so shy and awkward, blushing like the crazy in love teens they were but also gathering up the guts to actually hold hands in public during the local fair. It took them a while to warm up at least a bit to all that PDA and ended up enjoying the date, winning prizes for the other and eating cotton candy and chocolate banana~

Who kills/takes out the spidersThey both kill them without blinking an eye, really!

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkKidou gets whiny when drunk and a bit sad, but he constantly brags about how much he loves his husband (those rare times he did get drunk for real, so like two MAX)

HIROATSU

Who said “I love you” firstMmhh it was probably Atsuya, muttering it while blushing and looking away with a cute frown on his face because he had to master up all his courage to say those three words and he’s rather shy when it comes to these things. He honestly wasn’t expecting much but Hiroto surprised him after a moment of silence bc he looked down and blushing as well while throwing one last rock at the river (which fell this time instead of skipping on the water) and just... muttered “this is so not cool” and Atsuya confused “what?” “You beating me to this whole confession things” and then Atsuya realises what he’s saying and they both stand in awkward silence before Hiroto prompts “so wanna go on a date or what”. It’s gonna take some time before he says those words as well...

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundI personally can’t see them doing it bc they’re both too prideful and shy, but they do pass lots of time on the other’s Instagram or through their own phone gallery 👀

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorThey actually do it together, art competitions using the fog and mirror as their battleground. They laugh and push each other slightly while smiling both at the obscene things they draw AND at the whole complicity surrounding them.

Who buys the other cheesy giftsI think neither of them is really a cheesy romantic guy? But then again, they are both pretty shy and not at all comfortable with expressing their feelings, so they’ll probably try to convey them in dumb yet meaningful gifts?? Like, if one of them has trouble sleeping the other would buy some relaxing herbal tea but with a butt shaped mug, you feel? They care but they’re dumb.

Who initiated the first kissAtsuya confessed first, Hiroto initiated the first kiss. This because Atsuya kinda pushed him to, he kept nagging him on how he didn’t believe he had ever kissed someone before and saying he probably didn’t even know how to kiss properly, so Hiroto just kinda turned around, took a handful of those pink orangish hair and pulled him into a kiss.Spoiler: it wasn’t the first kiss he gave, but the first chaste one yes. Because for how much he wanted to prove him wrong, deep down he wanted to woo gently and a bit seductively Atsuya, not rushing things like he’d usually do...

Who kisses the other awake in the morningThey’re both grumpy sleeping in guys, so whoever opens eyes first can either decide to pepper kiss the other’s face OR to just stare in awe watching the other sleep~

Who starts tickle fightsFingers are Atsuya’s weapon, he tackles Hiroto down and get his revenge for the chestnut pudding that scarface stole 😤

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerIt’s usually Atsuya despite the initial embarrass, and Hiroto accepts and lets him in wide eyed every time. And those are the times is Atsuya who tries to seduct Hiroto 👀

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchMmh probably Atsuya whenever he���s free? I think he asked Someoka some cooking advices and even if his stuff doesn’t look great like his, it tastes good and Hiroto dies internally because of the cute anxious faces Atsuya makes-

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateBOTH OMGS THEY WERE BOTH SO NERVOUS! Atsuya because he felt he had to beat all the other partners Hiroto ever had but he actually had no experience, while Hiroto was because he wanted for it to be perfect since, unknown to Atsuya, he never actually went to a date with someone he loved...

Who kills/takes out the spidersAtsuya. Hiroto just shrieks every time a spider gets at less than one meter from him and he’s lucky to have a mountain boyfriend with him~

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkThey’re both very loud drunks and those are the moments they have no inhibitions so they go all out. It’s usually a competition to whom screams more loudly and angrily that they love the other!

HOPE YOU LIKED THESE ANSWERS!

[dragonleesupporter]

Unloved Siblings (Part 1)

Author’s note: H-OOOOLY crap, this took a lot. I’m pretty sure I went over this at least ten times, so enjoy this peek into the land where Lucaja was born!

Summary: Lucaja breaks in two.

Here’s the fics leading up to this one;  Tear Down the Wall,  Of Confrontation and Comfort.

Without further ado, let’s go!

...

             “The Eternity Crystal’s calling…” Cush murmured, barely loud enough to hear.

           The ball of spikes sat up and listened, trying to decipher what kind of signal the crystal was sending out. Though he had been the first born into his land, he was the slowest learner out of the rest. Cush was the Pain Monster. Specifically, physical pain. He was a porcupine-like creature with thick, black spikes sprouting along the spine of his deep red body. In contrary to his threatening body, his face was one of a tender mouse; large, fluffy ears, black eyes glistening and pointy nose constantly twitching. His long tail had the equivalent of a mace on the end of it which he liked to swing around whenever he was feeling playful.

 His tiny limbs stretched and the spikes along his spine bumped into each other as he arched his back, spiky tail lashing with excitement.

             “M-Mentora! Wake up! There’s a new manifestation monster!” Cush’s squeaky voice called into the cave behind him which housed his two friends alongside himself.

             “What are you yakking about? We hardly ever get rest, Cush!” Mentora slithered out of the cave, her three eyes droopy and her tail sagging as her head was barely kept upright on her snake-like body.  

             Mentora was the Mental Instability Monster. Though she was the last born thus far of the three, she had more brain capacity, and therefore knew substantially more than the other two. She took the form of a large snake with a lioness head, complete with a strangely feminine-looking mane along with two horns that sprouted peacefully from her head. She had three eyes that glowed white like the rest of her body, and had little swirly patterns in her retinas that constantly rotated. She threw her head back and yawned as Pascal crawled out of the cave alongside her.

             Pascal was the Emotional Turmoil Monster. The single eye on his otherwise blank face changed color with how he was feeling like a mood ring. The fuzzy rainbow fur along his long neck came to an abrupt end when it met his shoulders with feathers sprouting from the rest of the base of his body instead. The feathers had their own mood-ring fix, but would only turn the color of his eye if Pascal felt that emotion very strongly. Four, glass-like wings sprouted along his lengthy spine, and sat peacefully on his back. His six, grey, dragon-like legs moved in sync like clockwork machinery as his short, stumped tail twitched with curiosity.

             “A new… manifestation?” He asked shyly, his eye turning an orangish-yellow.

             “Yeah… actually you’re right Cush, that is the call for a new creature… but how could that be? I was only born a few millennia ago… what element could we be missing?” Mentora raised her eyebrows as she cocked her head to the side.

             “Let’s go find out!” Cush started to run despite the difficulty with his short legs, so happy that he had identified the call correctly with the other two in tow.

             The Eternity Crystal glowed a brilliant combination of colors- some not even known to humans- as its vibrations were sent through the ground and air, the soft voom of its call echoing along mountain where it stood. The three approached it carefully, and like all the other times a creature had been born, the crystal momentarily cracked open, booting a small form out into the light.

             “Is it a… puppy?” Cush guessed, his round ears twitching.

             “Not entirely… It looks like it has two faces…” Pascal murmured worriedly as his eye turned a light shade of purple.

             Mentora stayed silent, watching and analyzing as the tiny figure tried to get to its feet, its two pairs of eyes blinking open to show one pair pink and the other purple, much like the creature’s fur…

             “Why is it having such a hard time standing up?” The Pain Monster questioned as the three observed the small figure trying to get up and failing multiple times.

             “Because it has too many limbs! Look!” Pascal exclaimed, using one of his clear, glass-like wings to point at the small creature as his eye flashed a bright, blinding red and yellow design.

             It was true; the new manifestation had two sets of four legs on either side of its body, as well as two sets of wings and two tails.

             “It probably doesn’t even know what’s right-side-up right now…” Mentora commented thoughtfully, sniffing the small form as it tried to decide which set of eyes would be gazing upside-down.

             “Hey! Pink side! Try to stand up!” Cush called enthusiastically, trying to give the monster an easier solution.

             Hearing this, the pink side finally took initiative and stood “right-side-up” while the purple was stuck on the bottom.

             And that is how it stayed for most of Lucaja’s life. Debaja barley got any affection, just because she wasn’t very well-liked, unlike her sister, Lucia. Debaja was seen by most as too rough for a comfort monster. The other three had been surprised that Lucaja wasn’t actually a manifestation monster like the rest of them. She was, instead, a comfort monster to help balance out the damage caused by the others; whenever creatures couldn’t deal with them on their own. However, she could only be summoned at night, and only if either an individual was alone, or was with a group that was equally as tired as they were. This gave her the name of Sleep Deprivation Monster; the soft spot in the group.

 It had been a thousand millennia, and, after giving it some though, Debaja finally decided to confront her sister. She was sick of being the unfavored one- she was literally dying from it! She had to talk to Lucia.

             …

             “Look, it’s not my fault!” Cush heard a high-pitched voice cry from inside his head. His eyes widened at the harshness in the tone as he looked around to see if he could find the two-faced monster.  

             Lucaja, since her jaw was interlocked between two different heads, could only speak in telepathy. She usually tried to keep her sentences as minimal as possible, since Mentora had told her that if she tried to have a full-blown conversation with a real being, it would make their head literally explode. But in the Land of the Infinite, Lucaja didn’t have to limit her diction.

             “No, it’s not, but you could at least help! I’ve been starving forever now! Don’t you think you could give me a little attention?” Debaja’s voice hissed back and the weak crack in her voice echoed as Cush whined.

             “But I can’t waste my energy, Debaja. I have to be there for those who need me-”

             “I NEED YOU!” Cush covered his head and whimpered at the screeching cry… it had been so loud his ears were ringing from the inside. The Pain Monster was about to call the others for help when a familiar form slithered past.

             “Mentora?”

             “Cush, come.”

             “What about Pascal?”

             “I SAID COME! NOW!” The urgency in the Mental Instability Monster’s tone threw the porcupine-like creature off his bum and onto his legs, desperately trying to keep up with the smooth, swift form as his ears rang louder.

             The scene both of them were met with when they reached the top of the hill was appalling, to say the least.

             Lucaja had slit into her two relative parts. Lucia and Debaja now had their own separate bodies. Lucia had a pink, full-grown, healthy-looking body, smooth skin shining in the sunlight as the fur on certain parts of her body grew thick and luscious, her bright pink feathers filed neatly. Her form was an eye-spitting comparison to Debaja’s who’s bones were showing through her skin as her pink eyes were sunk into her skull. Her skin and fur were patchy and uneven, and her feathers were bent all the wrong ways; some were even falling off, making her look more dead than alive.

             “Why can’t you be there for me?! Even just a little?!” Debaja spat and wheezed as Lucia recoiled.

             Strangely, with their forms separated, they could now use their own jaws, and didn’t need telepathy.

             “Why can’t you just drop it? Thousand millennia go by, and SUDDENLY you say you’ve needed me this whole time??” The pink side stood her ground and grinded her teeth, tail lashing. “If this is really a big deal, why is it popping up JUST now?? That’s not how you handle big problems, Debaja!”

             “Then you must understand how hard this is for me!” The purple side sobbed out and clutched her chest, her heartbeat terrifyingly visible through her skin. “You get all the attention and love! Sure, you share, but I need some directly! With how much you love giving to our patients, can’t you give some directly to me??”

             “Quit being so selfish! Come on, let’s just get back together and go back to the way things were! You feed off of my achievements. If we fuse back together, you’ll feel better! Please, you look so frail… let’s just stop this!” Lucia took a step forward, purple gaze softening as she tried to calm her sister down. Everything had been going so perfect, why did Debaja have to throw a big fit now?

             “NO!” Debaja screeched and turned around, whole body shaking as she refused to look at her twin. “If I really mean so little to you… then I’m going somewhere else! You can deal with the imbalance on your own! Like I have!”

             Lucia stood in shock as she watched her sister stagger and disappear into another realm. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her breathing became uneven. She suddenly realized two of her friends staring from the hill behind her.

             “W-what are you looking at?!” She shouted defensively as Cush took a few fearful steps back. “What are you even doing here?!”

             “Lucia, your thoughts aren’t flowing correctly, your head is in a whirlpool of insecurity and destabilization. Why else do you think I’m here?” Mentora hissed, her aura glowing brighter with Lucia’s growing panic.

             “N-no! I’m fine! Sh-she’s fine!” The pink half trembled as the Mental Instability Monster slithered closer, her three, swirly eyes narrowed in anger as her lip twitched into a snarl.

             “L-Lucia… what did you do?” Cush tentatively called from the top of the hill, too scared to get any closer.

             A stake went through the pink side’s heart. Cush had never talked to her like that.

             “I-I’m not the bad guy here!” She shouted angrily, causing the cute porcupine creature to hide behind the edge of the hill, gentle whining being heard from the other side. “I’m not the bad guy! I’m not!”

             “Oh, and who is? Debaja?” Mentora spat as her snake tail lashed back and forth.

             It was no secret that Mentora cared for Debaja more than Lucia. Lucia was the easy option most people chose, whenever Lucaja had to comfort someone. A shoulder to cry on, a smile on her lips, Lucia was the positive reinforcement that everyone preferred. Yet Mentora knew more than anyone else that Debaja was the more efficient choice. Yes, she also comforted her patients, but she also gave them a good slap of reality. Lucia makes her subjects dependent on her and others, hardly giving them anything real to stabilize their soul; while Debaja teaches the person to rely on themselves, and deal with reality on their own; only then would they be strong enough to find true happiness. But you see- most people don’t like to hear that. That’s why the purple side was almost never chosen. Making her suffer while her sister got all the spoils of laughter or comfort that rose from the patient.

             “Wh-where’s Pascal?” Lucia finally broke the silence, not daring to look into Mentora’s three enraged eyes.

             “Probably with Debaja.” The Mental Instability Monster replied coldly before slithering away to comfort Cush, leaving the pink half to think over what she had done…

@cefsticklestoo @bexxbeauty

Let me know if you want to be added to the overall taglist!

[markynaz]

9/12

Hallucinations / Hand Holding

Angst/Fluff Prompt Week by @indoril-nerevar-mora.

“Alma!”

Twelve-year-old Sotha yanked from her tutor’s grip and raced across the main street of Miphlat Shelanu, darting up onto the lip of the large fountain at its gate and jumping back down after a few steps instead of taking the precious seconds to go around it.  In only moments, she had crashed into Arafel and wrapped arms around her hips, locking her fingers so she couldn’t be pried off.

Her mother didn’t try to pry her off.  Arafel’s hand landed on her head, ruffling her short black hair.  “Hi, Sotha,” she said, and then she said something to Sotha’s tutor - adult talk.  Sotha didn’t care.  She buried her face in her mom’s waist and breathed in deeply.

Then she pulled her face away and wrinkled her nose.

“You smell like horse, Alma.”

“I’ve been traveling on a horse.”  Arafel rapped her knuckles gently on Sotha’s head.  Sotha glanced to the side to see her tutor turn and walk off, his arms crossed like they always were when he was mad at Sotha for not liking a lesson.  Sotha stuck her tongue out at his back.

“Sotha!”  Arafel saw that.  Sotha gave her a sheepish grin.

“I’m glad you’re home again, Alma.  Oh- oh!  Miss Jeanine said she’d teach me to do alchemy if I wanted!  I told her I did, but I’d have to ask you.  Can I?  Please?  The stuff she makes is always so pretty and colorful.”

“And helpful,” said Arafel mildly.

“Yeah, that too.”  Sotha didn’t really care as much about that.  Though it might be nice to make her own bruise-go-away drink next time she was climbing on the roof and fell and didn’t want anyone to know, instead of asking Miss Jeanine to keep it a secret.  She never did keep it a secret.  Arafel always found out.  Arafel always found everything out.

“Come on.  Let’s go home, Sotha.”  Arafel gently wriggled, almost making Sotha lose her grip.  Sotha tightened her arms and giggled.

“Will you leave again if I let go?”

“No.”  Arafel’s fingers tapped Sotha’s hand.  “You can keep hold of me, if you want.”

Sotha grabbed her mom’s hand before letting go of her waist.  Arafel’s hand was bigger than hers.  Calloused.  All Sotha’s callouses were in different spots, from climbing and falling on stuff she shouldn’t have climbed.  Arafel’s callouses were from that longsword and shield Sotha loved to see her practice with.  Sotha spread out Arafel’s fingers and lifted her hand above her head, studying the callouses as they walked.

“Can you teach me to fight?”

“Sotha, what did I say about that question?”

Sotha drooped.  “Not until I’m fifteen,” she grumbled.  “Twelve is almost fifteen!”

“Twelve is not fifteen.”

“Just three years!”

“Exactly.  Just three years.  You can wait three years,” Arafel told her.  “I believe in you.”

Now that just felt insulting.  Sotha pouted up at Arafel, grabbing her hand tight and yanking it.  Her mom’s eyes flashed gold for a moment - a warning Sotha knew well.  She stuck her lower lip out and scuffed her feet as they walked, gripping Arafel’s hand close to her chest, but not pulling at it.

Golden eyes like Sotha’s own, the most startling thing she’d inherited from Arafel.  Oh!  That reminded her.

“Mom!  There’s a new scholar in town!  He’s an Aldmer.”

“Altmer,” Arafel corrected mildly.  “What’s he studying?”

“What you are!  Or what the gold dude who walks with you is.  Nerevar?  His name is Ancano.”

Arafel’s pace slowed a little.  “He’s studying Nerevar, or studying the Chimer?”

“That other one.  Khi-mer,” sounded out Sotha.  “He’s here ‘cause Miphlat Shelanu is Chimeris.  Like, the name.  That’s what he said.  And I said, my mom speaks Chimeris, she named the town!  And he was like, no, that’s stupid, nobody speaks Chimeris anymore.  And I was like, yes she does!  And I know more words in Chimeris!  And he went, hrrrrugh-” and Sotha tried to make the face the scholar had made, all rolling eyes and tight lips and a really weird twitching brow - “yeah?  Then say something.”

Sotha ran out of air and took a deep breath.  Arafel looked down at her and blinked once.  Her eyes were back to just red!  That was good.

“And what did you say?”

“Fuck!”

Arafel choked on nothing.  Sotha stared up at her, grinning.

“I- where’d you hear that word?”

“Sometimes you say it when your eyes go gold.  It’s Chimeris, right?”

“Oh,” said Arafel.  Her brows drew together in that angry-mom way that precedes someone getting a stern lecture.  Sotha frowned.

“Am I in trouble?”

“No, just- That’s a word we don’t say.  That’s a word you can say when you’re twenty.”

“So I can learn to fight in three years, but I can’t say fuck for another…”  Sotha let go of Arafel’s hand for a moment to count on her fingers, then seized her mom’s hand again.  “Eight?”

“Yes.  But here- I’ll teach you actual Chimeris.  Then you can go back to Ancano and show him what’s what, okay?”

“Who’s Ancano?” asked Sotha.

“The scholar you were telling me about?”

“Oh. Him.”  Sotha paused.  They were nearing their house, a two-story affair of orangish stone in a plaza off the main roads.  It looked like all the other houses outside, but inside was a bunch of stuff from Arafel’s home - somewhere Sotha had only heard of, and seen merchants coming through the mountains from.  Morrowind.

“Yeah.  Let’s do that.”  She grinned up at her mom and squeezed Arafel’s hand.  “It can be our secret language, Alma!”

“Sure.”  Arafel smiled back at her.  Sotha felt her grin grow wider.  She clung to Arafel’s hand as her mother opened the door, and then tugged Arafel inside, kicking off her shoes in the entryway.

She only let go of Arafel’s hand once the door had shut behind them - once she was quite sure Arafel wasn’t going to just leave again.  Not yet, anyway.  There was so much Sotha wanted to show her, and tell her, from the two months she’d been gone.

[joemerl]

Febuclown 2022, Day Only: Clowns

Author's notes: Febuwhump featured my changeling OCs, but for this mini-event, I'll use my werewolves. Hopefully this will encourage me to get back to writing that novel about them.

The doctors thought that Con would be alright. He seemed more freaked out than hurt, and I don't think being in a hospital was helping with that.

"No, Con. Most people who stay in the hospital don't die."

"Mom died." he said baldly.

"Yeah, and she had cancer. You got a—boo-boo. The doctors say that we'll all be out of here in a few days, tops."

"What about Randall? Could he die?"

"No!" My voice rose louder than I intended.

He shifted in his too-big hospital bed, fingers twisting in the sheets. I was trying to be calm, really, but I had had a long, miserable day. We were finally all safe, and the last thing I wanted was to hear someone second-guess that fact.

"I want my stuffed animals," he mumbled.

"Sorry."

"Can't Grandma and Grandpa bring them?"

"Maybe tomorrow. They're coming straight here when they get into town. They ain't gonna have time to run home and grab 'em."

"But can't we call them and—"

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, silently praying that it would be Randall, or a doctor, or our grandparents, or somebody who could take over and tell me to go take a nap or something.

Instead it was...a clown.

A woman in her thirties, specifically. She was wearing a red nose, colorful bowler hat and overalls beneath a white doctor's coat. She only had a little bit of makeup on, but the clowny intent was still obvious.

I saw Con draw back on his bed as she said, "Hello! And how are y'all feeling today?"

She came in, closing the door most of the way behind her. I swear I heard Con swallow.

"I'm Lydia. I'm part of Clowning Around. That's a group that visits hospitals and puts on shows for the patients! Do either of y'all want to see some balloon animals?"

She took out one of those long, thin balloons and started to blow it up. I forced a smile.

"Uh, thanks, but—I think we're good. My little brother here's afraid of clowns."

Con's anxious face gave way to indignation. "I ain't afraid!"

Lydia the Clown took her cue from that. "That's right! You're too brave to be afraid of little ol' me. Your brother here don't know what he's talking about."

"Uh-huh," Con said, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes.

"Now, what's your name, son?"

"Con," he said, a bit cautiously.

"Aw, you're not supposed to tell her that. Once she knows your name, she can steal your soul."

Con gave me a dirty look. Lydia did, too, but it was very exaggerated, and I'm pretty sure that she was trying not to smile.

"Would you like a balloon animal, Con?"

"What kind of animal?"

"What kind would you like? I do a mean snake," she said, holding up the balloon that she had already inflated.

"He likes wolves," I volunteered. "Can you do dogs, or—"

But she had already winked at me, then began to take out a gray balloon to blow up. Con watched in fascination as she worked, twisting around a few more gray balloons and then adding some white for the face, plus two round, orangish balloons for the eyes. Pretty soon she had managed a rather cartoony-looking wolf, which Con accepted with an enraptured look on his face.

"How did you do that without popping 'em?"

"They're special balloons; they don't pop as easy. Do you like it?"

He nodded.

"Say 'thank you,' Con."

"Thanks!"

"Your welcome. How 'bout you?" she asked, looking over at me.

"Nah, thanks. I'm good."

"Well, if y'all want to see more tricks, we're gonna be putting on a show in the playroom around seven. Hope to see ya there."

She winked at us again, then left, waving. Con waved after her, then went back to examining his new balloon wolf.

He didn't have a stuffed animal that night, but he said goodnight to the wolf before placing it on the nightstand to watch him sleep.

[iwillphysicallyfiteyou]

Badass Boys - Chapter Fifteen

First, Previous, and Next.

Masterlist/Outfits

Series Description: Virgil has always been known as a bad boy, Logan very recently has been considered a bad boy. However, no one knows that these two bad boys are gay.

Chapter Description: Virgil and Logan go on their first date.

Pairings: Analogical (Side Royality)

CW: Mention of abuse, mention of money and hospitals, mentions of throwing up, kissing, and a bit smutty (nothing explicit).

The last couple of days have been painful for both Logan and Virgil. Even though it’s his eighteenth birthday Virgil still refused to go to a hospital because of the inevitable hospital bill.

“Look, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore, and most of the bruises are gone. Why don’t we go to the amusement park, you know, finally have our first date,” Virgil said through the phone.

“I’d like that. When should we go?”

“ASAP.”

Logan chuckled before saying,” alright, I’ll be at your house in twenty.”

They said their goodbyes before Virgil went to his closet. He changed into a plain black long-sleeved button-up shirt and black jeans. He attempted to tame his curls by putting some product in it, but they were still crazy and slightly frizzy. 

He put on his favorite black combat boots and stared at the container on top of his drawer. Inside the container, he had the necessities: a comb, lube, a pen, an expired condom (he made a mental note to throw that away later), chapstick, and of course, a lone black pencil eyeliner.

Logan seemed to like the smart and casual type of men, however, Virgil did realize that the only guy he knew that Logan liked was him so he probably had nothing to worry about.

Probably.

He took a deep breath and put the eyeliner on Pete Wentz style. He looked in the mirror and admired how he looked. Well, not exactly admired, more like making an attempt to point out every flaw that his face holds. His pasty white skin matched the aesthetic he was going for, so he guesses that wasn’t exactly a fault. He has a scar where his eyebrow piercing used to be, which he hates. His lips are chapped, so he quickly applied some chapstick. His brown eyes are boring and dull, unlike Logan’s beautiful and complex hazel eyes. He decided to back away from the mirror.

He picked up his phone to see that he got a good morning text from Roman, which meant he just woke up. Virgil quick sent Roman a text jokingly making fun of him for waking up at 11 instead of 7, then he went downstairs.

“Virgil, why are you so dressed up, and why are you back to that makeup? God, do you wanna look like a girl or something?”

“No Mom, I don’t want to look like a girl. I have a date- um yeah at the amusement park.” Virgil stopped himself before mentioning Logan since he knew how his mom felt about homosexuality, and he’d rather not show up to the date with a black eye thank you very much.

“With who?”

“Look, nothing’s official yet so I’m not saying names until we’re at least on the third date.”

“It’s a girl, right?”

“Mom.”

“I know, I know. You know, Reid thinks being gay is normal or whatever. I don’t understand it but if my two boys think it’s okay then I won’t break anyone’s nose over it. I’m still going to be disappointed though.”

“You’re always disappointed.” She frowned at that. “I have twenty minutes until my date gets here.”

“Clean. Read a book. Call Valerie, whatever you want.”

“Alright,” Virgil said before running back upstairs. He texted Patton about what his mom said.

‘Can you believe her? As if punching someone just because they’re gay would be okay even if Reid and I didn’t think it’s okay. And the disappointed part? Like bitch????’ Virgil texted before realizing that if Roman just woke up then most likely Patton’s driving to Roman’s house, so he won’t get a text back for a while.

He picked up the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell and read that for the next twenty minutes.

Virgil’s phone beeped.

‘I’m here, and I don’t want to knock on the door because your mom’s glaring at me.’

Virgil shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket before sprinted to the front door and his mom grabbed his arm.

“Logan? Are you kidding me?” She asked.

“He’s just my ride there, calm down,” Virgil lied.

His mom sighed before saying, “alright, have fun.”

“I will.”

Virgil’s attempting to walk casual ( which he sure that he failed horribly at) to Logan’s car is awkward and weird, but he took a deep breath and thought, ‘that’s all part of the human, being embarrassed once in a while is normal. Wow, my therapist would be so impressed by that.’ 

However, Logan didn’t even notice. He’s too focused on how cute Virgil looks in all black and makeup.

Virgil sat in the car and greeted Logan.

“I really like your outfit and makeup,” Logan said.

Virgil tried to hide his growing blush by looking away while saying, “Thanks.”

Even though he wanted to hide his face from Logan, he couldn’t help but sneak looks at him. He’s wearing a pair of orangish-red jeans with a green flannel. He looks so hot. 

“I like your outfit,” Virgil complimented.

After a couple minutes of small talk, Virgil got a call.

“One second, Patton’s calling me,” Virgil said, “hello.”

“Sorry, I’m driving-,” Patton gasped, “a dog! Anyways, if you hear cars honking and stuff, that’s why. I am so upset over your mom, God, I wish she could just accept that people are different.”

“Yeah, she’s... difficult.”

“Yeah and the- wait, are you in a car too?”

“Yeah, Logan and I are going to the amusement park.” Logan smiled over at Virgil before looking back at the road.

Patton gasped before saying, “like a date.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my puppies, I ship it so much.”

“For some reason, I’m not surprised.”

Patton giggles before saying, “I can’t help that I love love. Okay well, I should probably let you go, have fun!” 

Virgil put his phone back in his pocket.

“Happy eighteenth.”

“Thanks, when are you turning eighteen?”

“June 27th.”

“That’s coming up. So you’re going to be seventeen when you graduate.”

“Yup. I’m the youngest in the class.”

“You’re practically a baby.”

“Oh hush, you’re such a grandfather.”

Logan shook his head with a gentle smile on his face. 

*

“We’re here.”

They got out of the car and looked at some of the rides. 

“Can we agree to not go on the roller coaster?” Logan asked.

“I’ve never felt more relieved.”

Logan bought some tickets since Logan refused to let Virgil pay. 

“Which ride should we go on first?”

“What about the Scrambler?” Virgil suggested.

“Perfect.”

“Maybe I should have picked a different day to wear all black,” Virgil said while sweating in the 85 degrees heat. “You’re probably really hot too.” 

“Yeah.” 

Virgil felt the urge to throw himself in the sun because of the failed small talk, however, he just stood in line next to Logan instead. 

Logan snaked his hand into Virgil’s and they stood there saying nothing for a couple of minutes.

“Tickets please!” A young teenage girl practically yelled with fake enthusiasm. 

Logan gave her four tickets, two per person, and they sat into a booth type thing.

“Are you excited?” Logan asked.

“Hell yeah, I’m so ready to throw up.”

“Alright! Please do not open the booth or stand up or undo the seatbelt. Have fun!” The overly enthusiastic teenager yelled before starting the ride.

The ride started out slow, but eventually, it got faster and faster, and Virgil’s thin body was pressed up against Logan’s side. Virgil places his hand in Logan’s and squeezed. Although Virgil is having fun, he’s also terrified. Logan grazed his thumb over Virgil’s in a slow and comforting pattern.

After the Scrambler they went on the Scat, then the Tilt-A-Whirl and Virgil had to sit down on a bench just to keep himself from throwing up. 

“Are you having fun?” Logan asked as he sat down next to Virgil.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” Virgil said as he laid his head on Logan’s shoulder. Logan put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders. “We should go to the lake.” The lake is known to be a go-to make out place for delinquent teenagers.

“Sounds like a plan.”

They were quiet the entire car ride, and once they reached the destination they sat in the car and watched the geese flocking around.

Virgil unbuckled his seat belt and looked over to Logan, who smiled back. Logan unbuckled his seat belt while keeping his eyes on Virgil. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Logan said.

“Thanks.” Virgil covered his blushing face with his hands. Logan gently took Logan’s hands away from his face.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush more.”

Virgil climbed into Logan’s lap and sat with his legs on either side of him, which was a little uncomfortable since they’re in a car. They’re so close that Logan can feel Virgil’s warm breath on his face.

Logan sets his hands on Virgil’s hips, and Virgil gently places his hands on the sides of Logan’s face. Virgil leans in but stops a centimeter from Logan’s face.

“Logan Woods, you are such a kind and caring person.”

Logan started to dig his fingers into Virgil’s hips.

“Fuck, Logan,” Virgil whimpered.

Logan closed the gap between them. The kiss is soft at first, and Virgil can tell that this is Logan’s first kiss. Even though Virgil is extremely submissive, he leads the kiss. He slightly grinds on Logan as he deepens the kiss. Logan releases a small moan and snaked his arms around Virgil. 

They are now chest-to-chest, breathing heavily as they take their lips off of each other.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Logan admitted.

“Couldn’t have been that long, we only met two weeks ago.”

“That was my first kiss.”

“I know.”

Virgil placed sloppily kissed on Logan’s neck, and it takes everything in Logan not to release a loud moan. Instead, he releases a quiet and breathy one. Virgil leaned back and grazed his thumb along Logan’s bottom lip. 

“How can one man be so damn beautiful?” Virgil asked, and Logan smiled.

Virgil put his hands on Logan’s shoulders and leaned in for another kiss. This kiss is passionate and heavy. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, which caused a lot of cute little noises to rupture from the two men.

The parted once again and sat there and breathed heavily before Logan said, “we should go to my house.”

Here are videos of the rides in action:

The Scrambler

The Scat

Tilt-A-Whirl

Taglist

@metaphoricalpluto @scorching-scotch @sockopath @confinesofpersonalknowledge @nienna14 @awkward-avocado-of-death @6tick6tock6

Next Chapter (Coming June 17th, 2018)

[burnwme]

Pink Moon- Alternate Smut Ending

Miles and Lexie on a date to view a pink moon but things turn smutty.

Cw- General explicit smut, overstimulation.

We were lying back on Miles’ trunk during dusk looking at the few stars that had begun to appear. Our backs slightly raised due to the rise of the rear windshield leading into the rest of the car. Our legs were hanging off of the closed truck of the car. He had parked the car in a random field just outside of town. He said he wanted to show me something. I figured it was something important if he bothered to switch date nights with Ethan. It was spring out and at night it made it a little chilly, leaving goosebumps running up and down my arms despite my sweater. Miles’ noticed, he always did, he got up and before I could say anything asking why he opened the back door and pulled out a black blanket decorated with constellations. He hopped back onto the back of the car then proceeded to cover us both before lying back again. I looked over at him. His hair had grown out a bit leaving curls at the end that I've grown to love. It had been quiet between us. Not a bad quiet but instead a type of light and loving quiet. A “we don’t need to talk to enjoy this moment together” type of quiet. But I was still curious about what he wanted to show me.

So I asked “Miles?” “Hmm?” He turned to look at me. I met his eyes “What did you want to show me?” He turned his gaze back towards the sky above us “There’s supposed to be a pink moon tonight.” I looked back towards the sky now, my gaze searching for the moon. “A pink moon?” “Yes Angel '' he replied. “And it only shows up tonight. That's why we had to switch if I wanted to experience it with you. “ He continued. My eyes had found the moon. It wasn’t pink. “It’s not pink? Like we’re talking to color here right? Not some sciencey term” I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke next “It might not be, more of a tint.” I looked at him again, wanting to get my talkative, not-so-nervous and cautious when he speaks Miles. “Why is it going to pink?” He turned his head to face me, his eyes lighting up with excitement to talk about his interests and to have someone listen. “Well” He began. “We get about two super moons a year. Super moons are when the moon is closer to the horizon and when it’s closer to the horizon light has to travel through more of the Earth's atmosphere allowing it to take on more of a tinge of orange or red especially if there’s pollution. Kind of how the sky takes on the ocean's color, making it blue '' It took my mind for a second to really grasp it but once I did I said “Oh” and turned to look back at the sky. But I missed him talking “Can you tell me more?”

And he did. He began to talk about things like “moon illusion” and how if added with an eclipse it’d make it tinge even more red due to “light filtering”. Once he couldn’t tell me more, so he began to point at the stars we could see so far and tell me the constellations they were a part of. I listened to him talk for maybe an hour asking questions occasionally until he pointed at the moon in front of us “Look.” he said gently. My eyes followed his arm up to his hand to where he was pointing, the moon. It was a pinkish-orangish color. It was pretty. I sat up hoping to get a better look, Miles followed suit. I scooted closer to him, wanting cuddles. He gladly accepted the invitation and wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer till I was leaning against him, my back to his chest. “It’s pretty” I said as I breathed in his wintergreen scent. “Yeah it is.” He looked down at me. Both of us feeling the romance of the moment we leaned in, we kissed. It was soft, slow and sweet under the color altered moonlight. My heart felt light, airy and entirely happy. I hoped he felt the same. And when we pulled back, both of us slightly out of breath, he told me he did with a gentle voice “I love you.” and at that moment I did too. It wasn’t the first time we said it, it wouldn’t be the last. But mixed with the romance of the moment and his gentle tone it made it entirely more meaningful in my heart. I looked up into his eyes through the lens of his glasses and told him in a loving tone of my own “I love you too Miles... always”. He gave me a gentle smile before kissing the tip of my nose.

As he pulled back I wanted his lips on me again so I leaned in to kiss him. As our lips met he glady kissed me back. As he did I felt a stroke of heat near my navel leaving behind the desire to deepen our kiss. I needed to turn towards him to do it, though I wasn’t going to fully be able to fully turn to get the leverage I needed. So I simply just moved to straddle his lap, breaking our kiss in the process. As I settled on him I leaned down to kiss him again, opening my mouth hoping he’d accept my invitation. He did so by opening his mouth against mine, his tongue stroked mine and I met his tongue stroke by stroke as we began to makeout. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him, my chest now against his. He broke our kiss, both of us out of breath. But he did not waste time moving his lips from mine to my jaw line. He left pecks along it before moving down to my neck. He kissed my collarbone before moving to his right and suckling, leaving behind a hickey and heat running throughout my body all the way down to inbetween my legs. He had begun to leave a few everytime we did something after we removed the no marks rule. And he followed his usual pattern. Once he was done with that spot he moved further down my neck right to above my collarbone and had begun to do the same to that spot but before he broke away he bit the flesh there lightly, leaving behind the mix of a hickey and a love bite. I gasped at the feeling, leaning my head back giving him the space to do everything he wanted, enjoying it all completely.

His lips remained all over my neck as his hands found their way under my shirt from my waist. They moved up and up leaving goosebumps in his wake until he reached my ribs. They stopped and he lifted his head to look up at me, his emerald colored eyes reaching mine asking for permission. I nodded allowing him to move his hands further up, which he did. He felt around my chest lightly, waiting for my reaction to make sure. I pressed against his hands, wanting more. The more he touched me the more I felt like my body had been lit on fire, leaving goosebumps and a pool between my thighs. God does he have any idea what he does to me?

I knew that he understood that I wanted more of his touch leading him to reach around me and unhook my bra. He glanced up at my eyes, making sure as we both heard the small click and the feel of my bra becoming loose around my boobs that I was sure. I moved against him, encouraging him. I could see the look of lust in his eyes grow as he felt the friction I had just made between us. I smirked, enjoying that look in his eye, I always did. He pulled the straps from my arms as I moved with him to assist. Once I was free of my bra he pulled it out from under my shirt and set it beside us so we wouldn’t lose it. I briefly wondered where he learned to take off a bra without even lifting the shirt? Then quickly shut it out. I did not need to be thinking of things that will just make me jealous, especially not right now.

Coming out of my head I smiled down at him before reaching for his shirt and began to pull it up, just slightly. I was waiting for the signal that it was okay. He lifted his arms showing me to continue. I eagerly pulled his shirt up and took in the familiar sight of broad shoulders, the occasional freckles that dotted along his shoulders and the lines along his stomach. I smiled at it, god do I love him. He smiled back up at me then gently pulled me down for a tender kiss. Though with our bodies still on fire the kiss quickly deepened into something that left us panting when we separated. But we didn’t separate for long, after a few pants to catch our breath we immediately pressed our lips against each other again. Our bodies pressed together but I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to feel his skin against mine without a singular layer between us, something about it was just better that way.

I broke the kiss abruptly and leaned back and pulled at the hem of my shirt till it was off, not really worrying about viewers because although it was an open area no one was around and hadn’t been the whole time we’d been there. I set it where my bra was lying next to us. My shirt now off the slight chill of the night set in leaving goosebumps along my skin which was soon replaced by Miles’ warm hands as he noticed I was a little cold. Observant as ever. Though one of his hands left my body momentarily I followed it as it reached for the blanket that was now pooling behind me. He pulled it up around my back and situated it to wrap around both him and me, keeping us both cozy.

After being properly situated we happily went back to what we were doing, both of longing for the other. Now that I was underdressed in front of him he gladly took in the sight of me. I watched his face as his eyes grew even more tighter and as something hard began to press my clit through the fabric of my jeans. I smirked, he noticed which prompted him to chuckle slightly accompanied by a small shake of his head. He knew what I was going to do. Good. I began to grind down against him, both of us enjoying the feeling.

Though in usual Miles’ style he surprisingly liked to have a bit of control. You’d think shy nerdy Miles’ would prefer to be below me but you don’t know him like I do. If you get him comfortable enough he’d happily come out of his shell and become the brave Miles he often is when we're alone. He grabbed my hips using them as leverage to pull me down against him and thrust up. I moaned slightly at the feeling of him against me harder than I could've manager in this position, it also probably had something to do with how he had become even harder now. I grinded myself against his next thrust leading us both to groan together. Fuck he felt good flush against me like this. He continued on, finding a pace that pleased us both but fuck it wasn’t enough. My body was screaming for him just to take me and god did I hope he wanted the same.

I sat up a little, lifting myself off of him. I reached for the button on his jeans, once my hands were on it I looked up at him “Can I-” but before I could finish my sentence I was interrupted by a throaty “Yes.” I eagerly popped his button and pulled his jeans down and off as he lifted to help me. Once I had set his jeans in the clothing pile we were creating next to us he reached for me and my skinny jeans. He stopped before I reached down and popped my own button showing him it was okay. He unzipped my jeans and I got off and sat down next to him knowing we weren’t going to be able to get them off with my legs bent over him. He pulled the jeans over my ass as I lifted to help just as he did for me. He got them down until my ankles where they got stuck and I yanked them off and threw them in the growing pile. Once I was done with my task and my awareness was brought back to my surroundings I immediately felt the cold seeping throughout my body since I had left our blanket behind to undress. Miles held his hands out signaling for me to come back to him and the blanket, knowing I was cold. I happily took his invitation and settled back in his lap as he brought the blanket back around us. But with the blanket around us the night was still getting colder and I was well- getting nakeder, it was cold as shit and I shivered. Miles’ obviously noticed and said with concern in his voice “Why don’t we go in the car? We can turn the heat on. It’d probably be better anyways, skin sticks to the metal which just sounds painful with all that sliding.” I chuckled at that, he was right that did sound painful. Instead of sliding just get a car version of a rug burn. I internally cringed. “Yeah that’d probably be better.” I smiled down at him as I moved off of him allowing him to get off of me, leaving the blanket for him. He got up and handed it to me, I took it shaking my head slightly. Ever the gentleman. I wrapped it around myself as I hopped off the car and watched as he opened the back as motioned for me to get in, he followed after me.

The car wasn’t nearly as chilly as outside, not necessarily warm though. I watched as he reached between the console from the back and put his keys in the ignition and turned the car on then twisted the nozzle for the heat. I cringed as cold air blasted out. He turned it off. “We’ll turn it on in a minute, this should be good for now though.” I nodded, agreeing. He set his glasses on the dashboard. I motioned out with grabby hands asking for him to come to me. He obliged. I was partially sitting, partially lying against the door with my legs spread with Miles in between them. He looked down with a mixture of love and lust in his gleaming eyes. I leaned up and kissed him gently, feeling the love of the moment, but our lust didn’t hold back for long because soon we were deepening the kiss. Turning it into a hot kiss with small pants as we’d break a part for only a second before immediately smashing against each other again. A kiss that had me wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him closer until we were completely pressed together, desiring to be as close to him as possible. A kiss that had throaty noises coming from both of us and a few moans from me as we memorized the pattern of each other's taste buds.

He broke the kiss and leaned back then proceeded to put both hands on my spread inner thighs. He leaned forward and kissed my left inner thigh right where his hand was, he looked up at me as he did it. God that was hot. He removed his hand on that thigh as the other one began to need achingly close to my heat. I kissed further up while maintaining eye contact with me. He kept going further and further going slow enough to make me squirm in impatience and want. He chuckled slightly, his voice lower and laced with lust, as I noticed some sort of spark light in his eyes. “Patience Angel.” He spoke in that lustful tone that just drove me crazy inside. He moved up further than before, barely an inch away from where I wanted his mouth on me to be. Then he moved just above. Yes! He finally was going to- he moved up and proceeded to lean over me again in our previous position. I whined and he just looked down at me with that playful smirk. “Angel, whining girls don’t always get what they want. You should really learn how to use your words.” I frowned, lustfully annoyed. He was teasing me. “You’re teasing me, that's not fair. “ He leaned down into my ear. “Then do something about it.” I huffed. I should've figured. It’s Miles after all.

He’s probably trying to get a reaction out of me. Miles is the type where the girl’s reactions and pleasure is what pleasures him. It’d make sense. Or did he just want for me to be in control? I mean he does flip in confidence around me all the time, I definitely could see him being a switch. Mm… I shook it off. It didn’t matter. I had the opportunity to get out of his teasing which is usually relentless, like I said I've noticed he likes my reactions to what he does. I took my opportunity and sat up. I grabbed his chin and pulled him into a rougher kiss. I could be dominant, just ask Isaac. And he managed to spark and challenge the dom in me and he was going to get it. I pulled back and pushed my nail on his shoulder, motioning for him to lay back as I had previously. He obliged and I wiggled my way between his legs. I brought my hands up to the waistband of his boxers and made eye contact with him, making sure. I’d never really been the one in control with him yet, it was always him. I wanted to make sure. He nodded, lust sparkling in his eyes. I pulled them down as he lifted to help, when they reached his calf he kicked them off and onto the floorboard. I smirked at the sight of his boner in front of me. A singular word of thought came to me then. Payback. I had to stop myself from smiling at the thought, I didn’t want to give my plans away. I brought my nail up to the base of his cock and ran it up it agonizingly slow. His breathing picked up. I wasn’t done. As my nail reached his head I ran circles over it. I smiled as I watched his hand go straight out and grab the bottom of the seat almost desperately. I stopped my circles. I moved my hand to the side of his cock facing him and brought my nail up from bottom to top again. I watched his face, amused. His cheeks and ears were bright pink, he was panting as a wild look of lust swirled in his emerald orbs. I began my circles again and his control over his own body was seemingly lost as his hips snapped up desperately.

“Lexie.” He whined up at me. He- He just. Miles’ who has always been the one in control here actually just whined. And god it was fucking hot. That noise alone made me want to squirm. I watched as he leaned his head back, eyes tightly shut as his hips bucked up against my hand again. Seeing Miles like this was just- woah. I didn’t want it to end, if anything I almost wanted to make him fall further apart. But I needed him to let me. “Aww… you poor thing. Here let me help you.” I said in fake pity that I hoped he believed. Normally he’d notice but probably not in this state. And I was right. Too lost in his own haze of desperation he nodded eagerly, not noticing my lie at all. Good, I smirked. I wrapped my hand around him and began pumping slowly, he groaned. The noise made the heat swarming around my body increase, sending jolts of it down to my core. I began to use my other hand, hoping to get him there faster… to ruin it faster. I had to stop an evil giggle from escaping me. I watched as precum dripped out of his cock as I picked up my pace. I observed lustfully as he became closer and closer how his grip on the seat would tighten or how his pants from his open mouth became more rapid or how the gasps and groans or the twitches of his cock. Every little reaction drew my lust further to the surface, I wanted him inside me but I wanted to do this first. I wanted to cure the curiosity that had begun to bubble up inside me as to how he’d react to me ruining his orgasm. I found out shortly when he threw his head back preparing for his orgasm, I took my hands off before he could cum. “No, no, no ,no. Fuck-” He panted. “Lexie. Angel. Please.” He begged and wow did I love to hear it. And a side thought noted how he cursed, god he was disheveled. It only made it all the hotter. His hips buckled, desperate for any kind of friction from me. He moved his hand towards his cock. I grabbed it and laced my hand with his before he could finish what I started. He went to pull it from me, I held it tighter. “You did this to yourself.” He opened his previously shut eyes. His eyes found mine, wide and dilated pupils filled up to the brim entirely with lust. “What I did to you earlier wasn’t THAT bad.” He huffed out. I raised my eyebrow at him. “And what about every other time? Surely that has to add up.”

He sat up. “Lay back.” he gulped. “Please?” He added. He wouldn’t order me around, even if he may have wanted to. He almost did though. I was in for it now. Shit. I probably should just listen and try not to make it any worse. Yeah. Let's do that. I laid and leaned against the window in my previous position. He came towards me. He opened my legs with a glance my way making sure it was okay. I finished spreading my legs for him hoping it’d save me from whatever payback I got myself into. I leaned himself between my legs and brought his hands to the hem of my panties. I nodded knowing he’d probably be looking for some sort of affirmation that it was okay. He peeled them down and off me eagerly. He crawled closer to me and slid his dick through my folds. I gasped slightly at the feeling of him against my clit. When he’d decided he was wet enough he brought himself down to my entrance and looked up at me again. Making sure I was sure, like he always did. For the rest of the boys besides Zeke as our sex became casual and normal between us they didn’t worry about my consent so much. They knew I would stop them and my body language and eagerness was good enough. But Miles’ always made sure. I'm not entirely sure why. I think for the most part it’s because of how sweet and gentlemanly he was. Or maybe he was just like that. I brought myself out of my train of thought and nodded eagerly. He pushed me all at once. I felt my back arch as I let out a throaty moan. He pulled out and as he entered my again he thrust his hips up in a way he knew would hit my g-spot. I grabbed him and pulled him down towards me, needing something to hold onto. He rested his head in the crook of my neck. My arms wrapped around his neck as I held onto him desperately. He kept that motion up but soon began to become harder with it which just made me moan loader as my nails dug into his shoulder blade. I had a vague thought in the back of my mind through the haze of him telling myself I might’ve gotten out of payback and hoped he didn't stop as I neared my orgasm. I felt my muscles tense as that dam of pleasure inside me built further and further up producing moans just for ears and sweat on my skin just for him to feel as our bodies collided. Soon that dam overflowed and I shattered against him. I muffled my scream against his shoulder as I felt the rush of pleasure and the de-tensing of my muscles run through me.

But I didn’t feel the warm strings flow inside me like I usually did. A thought came through the haze of my orgasm; he didn’t cum with me? He always held himself back to cum with me. Was he not ready yet? That thought was quickly proven wrong as he chuckled against me and went harder, keeping that same motion that he knew would get me to an orgasm. My nails dug into harder as I came again, the pleasure feeling all the more intense in the wake and sensitivity of my previous orgasm. He was- “Ah!” A particularly hard snap of his hips cutting off all semblance of thought I had. He did it again. “F-f- Fuck!” I cried out against his shoulder. The car filled with the repetitive sound of slapping skin as he snapped his hips against me. I leaned up, holding onto him tighter. He leaned down more, I leaned back against the door again, no longer straining myself. “M-mi” My words got cut off by a moan. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. All I felt was pleasure and a new found sensitivity that made it almost unbearable. I felt myself tear up through the intensity of the pleasure. Soon I felt myself orgasming a third time. My whole body shook uncontrollably through it all as I held onto Miles’ for dear life. I vaguely registered a groan followed by a familiar warm stringy liquid inside me. My senses were too fried to pay it any attention, I was still shaking and I now noticed that I had begun to cry. At that moment Miles must’ve too because he leaned up some, close enough for me to still cling to him, immediately concerned and wiped my eyes. “D-di-- are you okay? Did you not want that?” I tried to talk as a part of my mind registered his question but only pants and babbles came out, my tongue too tied and my mind too fried to speak. He looked down at me, eyes filled to the brim with concern. “Did I go too far?” I shook my head since I couldn’t speak. He sighed in relief. “Are you okay?” nodded. I thought I was at least. I didn’t feel hurt, it was just intense.

He held me in his arms and somehow maneuvered us into a position to where I was lying on top of him. I didn’t know how I was too busy trying to learn how to speak again, or think really for that matter. I laid there on top of him for a while as one hand played with my hair and as the other slowly went up and down on my back in soothing motions. Shortly after the shaking stopped, everywhere besides my legs at least, I was calmed down enough to function properly again. I moved my head up and looked at him, “I’m okay.” knowing he had to still be worried after fucking me still I cried with little reassurance that I was okay. He met my eyes, his eyes were cloudy with worry. I smiled up at him, trying to show him I meant it. He smiled back down at me slightly. “Are you sure, Angel?” “Mhm.” I said happily in my after glow. “I didn’t mean to make you cry- ever I would never want to-” I cut him off “I know Nemo, really I’m okay. It was intense but good. I don’t even really think I wanted it to stop even if I were crying.” He sighed. “Are you sure?” I nodded and leaned up to kiss him. “I’m 100% sure Miles, really I’m fine. If anything you’re the one not okay.” He seemed to be satisfied and laid his head back down. I followed suit and laid back down on him, in between his bent legs in the cramped space. He resumed his previous movements. “I love you.” I smiled against his chest. “I love you too Miles.” Soon I felt my eyes fluttering shut and I let them. I wasn’t worried about it. I trusted Miles’ to make sure we got home safely, Rory already knew I was staying over there anyways so being late didn’t matter. I smiled as I let sleep take me as I floated happily in our love, my afterglow and his arms.

[prettysubpenny]

Reader x Pennywise - When You Come Back

Reader can be any gender. I call Penny a he. You come back after being gone awhile to a darkly playful clown boi. Fear and fluff.

-x-

You had to leave Derry for a few days and had the task of explaining to your favorite sewer clown that you’d be gone for a little while. It’s not that you wanted to go off and leave him, you had to and you’d be back.

Naturally he pouts about it. Wonders why he can’t just go with you.

“Have you ever even left Derry, Penny?”

A tilt of the head and a scowl. Like he couldn’t change locations if he wanted to.

“Nevermind. I have to go alone, I’m sorry. I can’t have you there to distract me. It’s important business.”

You don’t mean it to sound so harsh. Luckily, he understands, but he’s not happy about it at all.

“Okay, remember the phone I gave you? I’ll call, when it rings it’ll say it’s me, answer with the green button.”

You call, but he never answers. Damn pouty drama queen.

You’re gone a week.

When you get home, it’s quiet. You had half expected to be pounced on, but that doesn’t happen.

You huff. Fine, let him be that way. You need to unpack and shower and relax a bit anyway. Penny will come around when he wants to. You’re not going to go to the sewers and beg him. He knows you don’t beg.

After you’ve unpacked and showered and had dinner, watched some crappy tv and did all your other nightly rituals, you get in bed and try to fall asleep.

It’s not easy. The shit with Penny is bugging you. You haven’t seen one sign of him since you got back. Why was he being so whiny? He’s usually only whiny during sex, and then it’s a good kind of whiny, a whiny you like. You don’t like this whiny.

It’s quiet. Very very quiet, and that strikes you as odd. Especially since it’s the thickest quiet you’ve ever heard. The cliche of ‘too quiet.’

Then you hear it, a cracking sound. It’s very small at first and you think it’s just the house settling.

It’s no big deal at first. But then the cracking gets louder, like the sound of plaster splitting apart. You sit up and look around, but see nothing. The sound is right across the room but the wall looks fine.

You’d think nothing of it, being involved with a murderous clown who likes scaring people. You’d think it was another trick. But if not, then you could have rats or maybe the house was falling apart and you can’t deal with that right now.

Then you see it. The wall across the room begins with a hairline crack that grows, the spidery lines splitting across the white painted wall into a web of broken plaster.

You rub your eyes and groan. Not this shit.

Not again.

The center of the crack breaks off and pushing through it are hundreds of hairy black nightmares you’d rather not deal with.

Spiders.

You hate spiders.

You’re terrified of spiders.

And here they are, crawling all over each other out of the dark opening of the crack, skittering their way towards the bed.

You jump and basically prepare to climb the wall as they get closer, so many spiders, so many legs. You let out a scream and curl into a ball as they begin climbing up the bed posts.

“Penny, you cut this shit out right now! I’m not playing, make them stop!”

Naturally this is accompanied by that signature laugh. It’s funny to him.

But it stops. All at once. The demon creatures disappear and the crack seals itself up, never there, good as new.

You sit breathing heavily in your bed. The fact that that little shit knows what your worst fear is is torture.

You get up and go to the bathroom, shaking and twitching all over. They never touch you, they never have to. But still you can feel them crawling all over you. You rake your fingers through your hair and wash your face, taking deep breaths to calm down.

“Fucking clown..”

As you head back to bed to check all the covers a million times before getting under them, you scream again as a much larger and excitable creature jumps out at you and pounces on you, giggling gleefully.

Fucking clown.

You’re laying on your back on the floor now, staring up at the ceiling while Pennywise straddles your waist, purring and sitting on top of you like his six-foot-five ass weighs nothing.

A gloved hand is on each side of your head on the floor as the large creature bends down. “I missed you.” He hisses.

And a long slithery tongue comes out to lick up your cheek, giggling when you make a face. Gross. Now you’re covered in clown drool.

“I thought you’d never get back.” He nuzzles you.

“I told you I’d be back. Let me up.”

He shakes his head, bells on what you call his Victorian doll costume jingling. “No.”

And of course he’s so wiggly, so happy now. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. And you smile to yourself as you think about him with a tail, a shaggy orangish red tail to match his hair, swishing back and forth.

He kisses you, those full cherry red lips pressing against yours, softly at first before it becomes a mess of teeth and slobber. You take that moment to reach up and grab his hair and yank hard.

He only purrs and wiggles his hips. He’s getting heavy now. If only you had the leash. But then, what good would that do? If Penny doesn’t want to mind, he doesn’t mind, he’s a brat like that. Really, he’s a giant fucking alley cat who likes to come around for pets and scraps.

So instead you raise your hips and grind up into his, gaining another purr. He pulls back and flicks the tip of his tongue out to lick your nose.

“You do know I’m going to have to punish you for that spider thing.” It’s not even a question.

A smile splits across his face at that.

“Later though. I’m tired. I didn’t get a 27 year nap.” You yawn.

Penny merely shrugs and gets off you, helping you up and taking you to bed, curling around you so you can’t go anywhere else.

“Sleep, my precious little human.” He hums, snuggling you. He giggles. “Mine.”

You flush and growl. He giggles at your growl. You hate when he calls you little. But he does make you feel safe.

When he’s not the one terrifying you, that is..

“By the way, why didn’t you answer when I called?” You ask.

“…..uhh..?”

“You destroyed the phone as soon as I left, didn’t you?”

A pause. He buries his face in the back of your neck.

“Penny..?”

A huff. “I hate those things.”

You sigh.

Fucking clown.