#dollhouse queue

[thevirgodoll]

your 20s feels like life is ALWAYS over, like you're grieving something every single day. it's embarrassing. one day you wake up like "???" like it starts fall into place at the same time while actively getting worse. shedding skin constantly. painfully moving on from things you thought you never would. loving from a distance. figuring out what love is. working overtime to create the reality you want to see. while accepting you already got it like that now. but it's like. i know i have no choice but to win even if life is whacking me again and again. when i lay my head on my pillow i have to constantly remind myself all of my grandmother's prayers aren't going to go to waste. sometimes your biggest lesson hides behind the corny platitudes your elders told you when you were a child. like, yeah, this too shall pass and i'll be alright and see why i had to go through it anyway. it really DOES always work out. and maybe you are your biggest hater for telling yourself otherwise i fear.

[heartorbit]

SPARKLE ON ✨✨✨

[rtfics]

Beetlejuice Thanksgiving.

In my studio bookcase.

Beej has a margarita and a box of cigars.

Lydia has a strawberry margarita and Beej gave her a box of Whitman's Sampler chocolates.

The Thanksgiving feast.

Beetle breakfast.

[loisfreakinglane]

DOLLHOUSE // 2.03 “Belle Chose”

[dollhouse-rebuild]

Here's the house stripped down! A very satisfying three hour project lol

[ccttage]

[demacianhcart]

🐶Are they a cuddler? ♦️ Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

🐶Are they a cuddler?

Yes, yes she is.

♦️ Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?

Nope, not at all. I'll give Jarvan as an example. She knew him as a random stranger in the woods and her respect didn't change when she found out he was a prince.

[dxllhcuse]

🎎 Aksncndijss :( || Crack

🎎 out of the dollhouse || OOC

🎎 Everybody please like my art || Toon’s Art

🎎 Tired of wishing I was ditching || Kimetsu Academy AU

🎎 She is a child and a mannequin and death || Ishimatsu

🎎 I am not the type to faint When things are odd or things are quiant || Karakuri

🎎 Children shouldn’t play with dead things || Kokeshi

🎎 Spinning all around and now we fall || Iki

🎎 What an unusual view! || Dash Commentary

🎎 If I show my fangs will you tell me that they're cool? || Headcanons

🎎 ghouls and ghosts inhabit dolls || Aesthetic

🎎 Throw on your dress and put on a doll faces || IC

🎎 I see things that nobody else see || Musings

🎎 it’s queue time || Queue

🎎 something’s gone seriously wrong || Promo

🎎 As the children laugh, the children play || Ask meme

[thewrongsorts]

@lcvedriven from here

"If it chokes, I wash my hands of it," James groans. "I don't know how Lily gets the damn thing to listen to her. It just wants to antagonize me, as far as I can tell."

If the cat chokes, he will, of course, panic and fuss and make a whole scene of it.

And speaking of scenes — "Do you think that's fancy enough yet?" he asks, sardonic but achingly fond. Watching Sirius with Harry always makes his heart warm. He's charmed, actually, to see his baby's uncle hard at work making him exactly the dollhouse he deserves.

"...If that makes noises, I will have no choice but to toss you out a window."

[holmesoldfellow]

Sherlock Holmes 1/12 Scale Character Doll by THBespokeMiniatures

[thevirgodoll]

[dollhouse-rebuild]

Here's the house as I originally found it! When I first picked it up I had no idea that there was a small completed room inside!

Unfortunately it seems that the house was likely stored in an area where mice had a chance to get to some of the paper and items, so I chose to remove the elements already in place. I will be using all the furniture and the little person included in the final product! The person who built this before had also added in lighting, however I'm worried about fire hazard potential as the plug became very hot right after I plugged it in, so I will be removing that as well.

[lordprettyflackotara]

dollhouse || jeff the killer || part four

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: breeding kink, size kink, possession kink if you squint, squirting, overstimulation, the tiniest wee bit of blood (you scratch jeff’s back a lil too hard), non con for five seconds if you squint VERY hard. use of y/n bc i can’t avoid it for forever guys im sorry :(🚨🚨🚨PLOT PLOT PLOT. WE HAVE A PLOT. SMUT WITH PLOT🚨🚨🚨

Jeff hated what he had done.

It had been two weeks since the last time he saw you. Properly at least. You now avoided him like the plague and when he did see you, Ben or Masky accompanied you. Jeff never truly got a chance to be alone with you. Not to fuck necessarily but to say anything to you at all. Nina was also becoming quite the pest, the fan girl practically sewed to his hip. You had the same expression on your face everytime Jeff saw you. An odd one consisting of concentration and betrayal.

Jeff didn’t understand. Why did you look that way? You two weren’t together. You didn’t even like each other. He didn’t like your smile, laugh, or killing style. Or the way you twirled your hair when you were reading. He didn’t like the way you dressed or the way you smelled like vanilla. He began to see less and less of you and one day, you didn’t seem to be there at all.

The pale killer didn’t want to ask. Why would he show anyone he cared? But your absence at breakfast was noted. As was your absence during training, dinner, even Sally’s weekly tea parties. You wouldn’t seriously miss Sally’s tea parties over him, right? Your absence led the pale killer to your bedroom door, rising his fist to softly knock. He stood there nervously, knocking on the door as gentle as he could.

“Y/n?”

He heard nothing on the other side, not even a shuffle. Jeff sighed, gripping the doorknob. He was surprised to find it unlocked, his eyebrows raising. He pushed open the door, to find your room abandoned. All of your posters, trinkets, furniture. Everything that made the room yours was gone. Jeff had only had the privilege of seeing it when he used to walk by, the two of you commonly giving each other the middle finger. But now the room was empty besides one small twin bed. There was no sign you had ever been there to begin with.

Jeff ran down the hall, his feet carrying him down the stairs and into the living room. He jumped over the railing, thudding into the main room. “Where is she?” Jeff panted to Ben. The blonde seemed unamused, his fingers fiddling with his xbox controller. “Who?” He asked. Jeff narrowed his eyes. “You know who. Y/n. Where the fuck is she?” He questioned. Ben shrugged, letting his play of the game play on screen. He reached for his bong, Jeff quick to slap it out of his hands. The murky water spilled on the carpet, an offended scoff leaving Ben’s lips. He grabbed handfuls of Ben’s army green sweatshirt. “Tell me where the fuck she is or I swear to fuck I will smash your beloved bong,” Jeff threatened.

Ben crossed his arms, used to Jeff’s dramatic antics. “Thats a collectors piece,” He argued. Jeff rolled his eyes, grabbing the glass and holding it up mockingly. “I’m aware. Now spit it out,” Jeff said plainly. Ben sighed, shoving Jeff off of him.

“She moved out, alright?”

Jeff’s heart stopped, releasing Ben’s collar and setting his bong down.

“Where did she go?” Jeff questioned. Ben readjusted his shirt, leaving the queue for his game. “Your guess is as good as mine,” Ben answered honestly. Jeff sat on the couch, feeling defeat. He raked his fingers through his hair, his head feeling like it was spinning. “You know maybe if you cared about her this much when she was actually here she wouldn’t have left,” Ben murmured. Jeff gritted his teeth, storming out of the room without another word. He didn’t need you. He didn’t want you. He knew he liked your cunt and that was that. He didn’t need you to get laid, he had Nina.

Yet, you were like a plague. One that had it embedded itself in the cracks and crevices of his mind. You had woven your web of infatuation, one that Jeff couldn’t shake. It’s what led him to casually try to find you. EJ was clueless, as he expected. He knew better than to bother Slender with such trivial things. Toby was so focused on catching a fly, Jeff didn’t even think he actually heard the question. Asking Jane anything at all was always a risk, her eyebrows quick to raise. She slammed the door in his face, the pale killer left alone in the hallway. Jeff was out of options, his attention turning to the proxies.

They were in the training hall, being in tip top shape a core part of being a proxy. There was always a bit of a strain between Jeff and the proxies, due to Jeff being too insane to be converted into one of them. He knew what the thought process was. The duo were slightly bitter that it hadn’t gone the way Slender had originally wanted. If it had, he would’ve had no purpose for them. They would’ve had the privilege of pursuing normal lives and not even having the slightest idea any supernatural entities existed.

Hoodie lifted an axe, throwing it at the target’s Clockwork had made ages ago. The paint was beginning to fade, the wood chipped and shredded from hours of practice. “Masky. Hoodie,” Jeff greeted blandly. The axe landed on the bulls eye, the dirty blonde stepping behind Masky to allow him to throw. “What do you want?” Masky huffed. Jeff stood there awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. Asking human proxies for help was as painful as walking on hot coals to him.

“Where did Y/n go?” Jeff asked point blank. Masky’s aim was lethal, the axe landing dead center on top of Hoodie’s. Masky huffed as he shrugged off his mask, wiping his forehead. “Ask Google, you’ll have better luck there,” He replied. The two watched Hoodie collect the axes from the wooden board. “Very funny. I don’t believe for a second no one in this mansion knows where she went. She’s lived here for years,” Jeff argued. He crossed his arms sassily, Masky’s face was stone cold and hardening with each passing second. “Maybe you should consider that everyone knows, but no one is going to tell you,” Masky retorted. Jeff raised his eyebrows.

“Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?” He questioned.

Masky took his axe from Hoodie, giving him a quick nod. “Because you’re a pale slimeball who would stick his dick in a cactus if it came down to it,” Masky spat. Jeff went to launch himself at the brunette, his partner quick to stand in front of him. Hoodie towered over both Masky and Jeff, his height and leanness his main attributes in combat. Jeff gritted his teeth, clenching his teeth. “Yeah? Fuck you! Human piece of shit,” Jeff exclaimed, stomping out of the training room. He found himself wondering around the mansion, out of people to ask.

Forcing himself into the backyard to tend to Smile, he ran into Sally. She sat on the back porch, her attention centered on her dollhouse. Jeff slumped into one of the rocking chairs on the back porch, watching Smile tauntingly play with a rabbit. His obsidian eyes wondered over to Sally’s dollhouse, the dolls in her hands resembling the mansions residents. He leaned over, an obvious Ben doll and Jane doll in her hands. “Whatcha got going on Sal?” Jeff asked curiously. Sally shrugged, playing with the Ben doll and guiding it up the toy staircase. “Playing with my dolls,” She responded. Her tattered teddy bear sat beside her, but Jeff knew better than to look in his direction.

“Are those supposed to be us?” Jeff asked her. He never really knew how to talk to kids. Minus the fact you couldn’t yell or insult them. “Yeah,” Sally hummed, setting Bens doll aside and picking up Toby’s. They were all freakishly life like, Jeff’s eyes narrowing. “Where’s my doll?” He asked. Sally pointed to the top room of the dollhouse. A replica of Jeff was lying on the floor, his painted eyes staring at the ceiling. “Why am I up there?” Jeff questioned. He had never thought twice about Sally playing with toys. After all, she was just a kid. But there seemed to be a double meaning going on here.

“You’re sad about Y/n leaving, aren’t you?” She asked. Her big green eyes met his, the killer uncomfortably shifting in his seat. “I uh, well, I guess so,” Jeff stumbled out, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He looked around the dollhouse for your doll, noticing its absence. “Hey Sal where did you get these dolls from?” Jeff asked. Sally pointed at Mr.Bear, her long time psychotic supernatural teddy bear companion. Jeff’s eyes narrowed, realizing his thought process was a long shot from being true. “Where’s Y/n’s doll?” Jeff questioned. Sally pointed at the woods, leafs rustling and falling from the trees.

Jeff quickly rose from his seat, patting Sally’s hair. “Thanks kiddo,” He said sincerely, dashing into the woods. Slenderman’s forest was always risky to travel through, The Rake an uncontrollable force that was to be reckoned with. During the day it was typically asleep, the sunlight beaming on Jeff’s pale skin. Even with that being said, it was never a good idea to go into the forest alone. It was apart of the reason EJ moved back inside of the mansion after an unfortunate run in outside of his remote cabin. It suddenly made sense to Jeff. You were staying in the same cabin Jack once did. It was the only one out here. It was the only place nearby you’d be able to stay.

The pale killer couldn’t get to you fast enough, his lungs desperately inhaling gulps of air as he got to the cabins front porch. He noted the porch being freshly swept, as well as patio furniture decorating it. Jack was never one for decoration. This alone was a sign you were here. Jeff knocked on the door, straightening out his spine and clearing his throat. He stood there anxiously as you opened the door, your eyes widening in surprise. You went to shut the door, Jeff’s foot blocking it from closing. “Wait!” He exclaimed. You slowly pulled open the door, raising your eyebrows.

“I only opened this door because I thought you were Masky bringing me food. What do you want Jeff?” You questioned harshly. Jeff didn’t know how to explain it. The weird sensation that sparked in his chest when he was around you. Or thought about you. The way he couldn’t escape wondering what you were doing or how you were. “I-I think I love you, or something,” Jeff stuttered. You looked at your tall enemy, folding your arms. “You think? Were you thinking that when you stuck your dick into Nina?” You hissed. Jeff rubbed his temple, as if his head was hurting. “It’s not like that okay? That was a complete accident,” Jeff answered.

“Oh okay, so she tripped and fell and landed on your dick?”

You went to close the door again, this time Jeff’s hand stopping it. His slender fingers attempted to grip the wood like his life depended on it.

“You are the first person I think of when I wake up. You are the last person I think about before I go to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t fucking understand it. I miss bickering with you. I miss fighting with you. I miss your witty comebacks and smart ass remarks. Fucking hell, do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jeff rambled. He ran his fingers through his hair, shoving it out of his face. “I hate, no, I despise the idea of you being with anyone else. I can’t fucking stand it. I can’t stand the idea of someone else touching what’s mine,” Jeff continued. He cleared his throat, his obsidian eyes finally meeting yours. “I hate the way you make me feel, I hate you,” He said softly. He couldn’t bring himself to say he loved you again.

He couldn’t and he wouldn’t.

He awaited your response, your folded arms falling.

“I hate you too Jeffrey,” You replied gently. You tugged on the collar of his hoodie, pulling his lips to yours. His kisses were rough and uncontrolled, the pale killer having a hard time keeping his lips off of yours. He didn’t want to take a breath, nor did he want to let you breathe. Jeff grabbed the door, awkwardly shutting it behind him. You guided him towards the couch, your knees buckling as you hit the side. His large hands wondered down to your waist, gripping the flesh. You groaned hungrily into his mouth, his hands slithering downwards and massaging your ass.

He pushed you downwards, your back hitting the cushions of the couch. Jeff was on you in an instant, his lips straying from yours. “Gotta let everyone know you’re mine,” Jeff grumbled. He nibbled at your neck, before sucking harshly at your sweet spot. Your hips bucked upwards, your teeth biting your bottom lip. “Go on, be as loud as you want doll. No one can hear ya,” Jeff snickered, dragging his tongue up the side of your neck. He shoved your dress towards your torso, your bare cunt on display. “No panties? Fuck, you’re a dirty whore,” Jeff observed. He took his index and middle finger, teasingly dragging them up your slick.

“And you’re this wet for me? I’ve hardly even touched you,” Jeff mused. He smirked as he lowered himself between your thighs, shoving those same two fingers into your cunt. Your gummy walls squeezed his digits tightly, his name falling off of your lips like a mantra. “There she is. There’s my filthy slut,” Jeff chuckled darkly. He curled his fingers inside of you, relishing in the sound of you moaning his name. “I bet Ben couldn’t make you feel like this. Could he doll?” Jeff purred. You whined as he slowed his fingers down. Aggravated he removed his fingers, delivering a sharp slap to your folds before shoving them back inside of you.

“You’ll answer my questions when I ask them bitch.”

“Only you- fuck- you make me feel so-” You slurred, stumbling over every other word. Jeff attached his lips to your needy clit, satisfied as you grinded your cunt against his face pathetically. You were so desperate to get off. To have him get you off. It only made his cock harder. He lapped at your juices like a starving man, his fingers never slowing for a second. He adored being like this, head buried between your thighs and fingers buried inside of you. You felt your stomach begin to tighten, your core throbbing. “F-f-fuck right fucking there! Fuck, Jeff!” You moaned, grinding your hips against his face as you came.

Jeff emerged from your thighs with a cocky grin, crawling upwards towards you. You gripped his hoodie, flipping the two of you. Jeff’s back hit the couch, his obsidian eyes watching you curiously. He put his hands behind his head, his pupils blown with lust as he watched you fiddle with his belt. “There’s not a better view in the world than this,” Jeff muttered. You found his words sweet and endearing, heat dashing across your cheeks as you shoved his jeans down his legs. “Shut up,” You mumbled. You hovered yourself over Jeff’s thick cock, giving it a few pumps. The man underneath you nearly whimpered, your lips curling up into a smile.

You felt so awkward, despite having been in this position with Jeff countless times before. But this time was different. He didn’t look at you with hatred, but with something else. His large hands guided your hips, guiding you down on his cock. You threw your head back, whimpering. “So tight f’me,” Jeff grumbled. He could feel your walls spasming around him, struggling to accommodate to his size. He lifted up your dress, pride washing over him as he saw the outline of his cock through your stomach. “Look at that doll, look at how deep I am,” Jeff told you. He helped you lift your dress over your head, your fingertips tracing over the shape of his cock. Jeff guided your hips to roll against his, pleasantly surprised with your submission.

“Next time i’ll make sure we can see it through your throat too. But for now I need to fuck you stupid,” Jeff purred. You gripped his shoulders as you began to move, bouncing up and down on his cock. The sight of you falling apart on top of him was sending the pale killer into a frenzy. Your eyes were screwed shut, your bottom tip tucked in between your teeth. Jeff glanced down at his shaft, noticing your arousal coating his cock. “My my, such a filthy whore. Making a mess on my cock like this,” Jeff panted. In a flash he flipped the two of you over, shoving your legs over his shoulders.

With your ankles dangling beside his head he smirked, leaning forward. “Look at me as I fuck you doll. You’re mine. Understand?” Jeff huffed. You forced your eyes to open, his cock ramming into you mercilessly. His fingers gripped your thighs so tightly you swore you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers in the morning. You slid your hands under his hoodie, digging your nails into his back. “And you’re mine,” You babbled, dragging them down his back.

He groaned at the painful sensation, his cock abusing your g spot. You could feel your legs burn as he slammed into you, both of you moaning messes. His shaggy jet black hair stuck to his forehead with each thrust, muttering strings of curses under his breath. You could feel your final orgasm coming, your legs trembling. Jeff relished in the sight of them trembling by his head, a cocky smirk dancing across his lips. “Go on doll, make a mess on my cock,” He chuckled. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. His hips were unstoppable, whimpers escaping your lips.

“Just know if you cum on my cock i’m going to fill you to the fucking brim,” Jeff grunted. He nibbled on your earlobe, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-f-fuck Jeff,” You whimpered. Jeff could feel your walls squeezing him, your thighs squeezing his waist. “Go on doll, I know you want it,” He whispered. It was then the cord inside of you came undone, your mouth running dry as you came around his cock. Your legs shook violently, your juices coating his lower half. “I just made you squirt for the first time huh? Let’s see if I can make you do it again,” Jeff chuckled darkly. You whined as he slithered his hand to your clit, drawing fast circles around the swollen bud.

“O-oh! Fuck! It’s too much,” You cried. Jeff could feel the beads of blood you were extracting from his back as you held on for dear life. His thrust had never stopped, his hips never failing to snap into yours. “You’re doing so good for me doll, just one more,” Jeff huffed. You felt your vision growing hazy, your sinful noises babbles of curses and Jeff’s name. You then came again, squirting around his cock. Jeff’s thrust came to a sudden halt, his cock twitching keep inside of you. You could feel his warm cum flooding your cunt, your thighs trembling as he took them off of his shoulders.

He removed his cock from you, watching his seed spill out of your abused hole. With two fingers he pushed his cum back inside of you, your whimpers music to his ears. “Can’t have that going anywhere now can we?” Jeff purred. In a swift motion he picked you up bridal style, carrying you further into the cabin. “What are you doing?” You asked softly. You laid your head against his chest, the killer carrying you as if you were as light as a feather.

“To get you cleaned up doll face. You’re mine now, and I’m going to treat you like it.”

[dxllhcuse]

// off to work, just want to say I appreciate the response to the open starter! Love all of the response.

[cas-backwards-tie]

The way this was actually written in such a PROFESSIONAL way that I legit had a whole movie in my head and actually wanted to MAKE a movie out of this because the plot twist and the idea just… was fabulous and fantastic, I applaud you a million times over! 😭😫👏🏻🔥❤️🥰😭

Dollhouse - Chap 5 - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 4.1k Warnings: Mild graphic content, injury Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU.

Chap 5 - Mirror, Mirror

For those seeking stimulation and whimsy as an escape from boredom, they should look no further than the artistic potential offered by condensation on windows. Flowing lines for hills, jagged lines for trees, a snowman to spice things up and your masterpiece was complete.

Connor interrupted your moment with an anxious edge to his usually calm voice.

“I was thinking…”

“You know it’s a bad idea when an AI starts thinking for themselves,” you teased. The statement lingered, seeping into your bones and dissipating into a shiver. Have you said something like that before…?

You heard a faint chuckle before he continued. “I thought you might enjoy a little stroll.”

“Oh?”

“It won’t be the same as going outside, but the home will be adequate for stretching your legs.”

The door behind you beeped and swung open into the hallway outside.

“Ha-ha,” you sarcastically replied. Connor must have been trying a new approach at humor. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know the home like the back of your hand. You spun around, ready with a witty remark only to find the android missing.

“Connor?”

The bedsheets had changed, the room tidy and surfaces cleared of your belongings. An armchair appeared out of thin air, placed next to the bed with a tablet resting on the seat. It was early afternoon when you last checked, but the light pouring into the room was too red, too dim, the shadows stretched like a sunset had just begun. Beyond the windows, a winter wonderland was dissolving into spring, patches of green peeking out of melted snow.

“W-what…” you muttered.

You must have spun faster than you meant, little dots danced around your eyes and tunneled your vision into a small hole between the bridge of your nose. Your eyelids fluttered, as if blinking away a bit of dust caught in your eye.

“Connor?” you repeated harshly, disoriented by the room.

“I’m right here,” he answered, appearing out of the bathroom with an armful of bedsheets and your clothes. “Did you need something?”

You winced when your head spun once more, blaming it on a week long diet of wine. His brows pinched together in concern when you looked flabbergasted by mundane items in the room. A cursory glance around confirmed your things were still where you left them. The mysterious armchair was nowhere to be found and the winter landscape still whiter than Connor’s android shell.

Maybe a break from drinking would be for the best.

“N-nothing. I th-think…I just need some coffee,” you murmured.

Following routine, you meant to head straight for the kitchen when a whimsical decision led you on a detour through the atrium. Down the hallway, Connor’s soft footfalls padded over hardwood while he worked on the laundry, a chore he insisted on helping you complete.

At last, some alone time since the android appeared. You’ve been practically fused at the hip all morning and even in the shower which turned into a bathtub soak with the android’s face between your thighs. A part of you was giddy for the space and the other was reminded you’d have a whole lot of time without his company soon.

The atrium was a little oasis of life in a season of frost. Fluttering blossom petals piled on the sand garden below, displacing in waves as you approached the cherry tree. There was a knot on the bark, the flaw drawing you in for a closer inspection. It was deep brown with a ring of pale wood and as large as a fist. Tiny white scratches were scraped around the lip of the knot and a small seam could be made out around the edges. You dug your nails into a small groove at the edge and the wood popped open like a lid, revealing a hole large enough to fit a few fingers. Something inside caught the light, a gold glint from a piece of metal.

A real…physical key—an item of rarity in a home too modern for traditional locks.

Some shuffling noises came down the hallway as Connor moved from your room to the laundry room. You decided to reach in and grab it, flexing your hand and wrapping your fingers around the cold metal. A note with cursive print was tied to it, the paper dangling from a string.

“Go downstairs,” you read.

Instantly, your eyes snapped over in the direction of the kitchen and back over to where Connor was. You hadn’t listened to your gut all week, choosing to jump the metal screws out of the tin man rather than locking him away. Whatever happened to the voice in your head that screamed, “put that thing back where it came from or so help me?”

A dreamy sigh escaped your lips. That thing was handsome, funny, and insanely good with his tongue.

This time, you didn’t need a voice, every fiber of your being was being pulled towards the kitchen, overriding whatever considerations you had for sharing the note with Connor.

Go downstairs and go alone.

The handprint reader was going to be a problem. There had to have been something that you’ve missed. You scanned the door from top to bottom, taking apart all the small details until your eyes landed on a missing bolt near the frame. It didn’t look like an ordinary keyhole since those usually came with a doorknob but hey, a hole was a hole right?

You pushed the key in and the lock panel flashed green. Upon removing it, a thick, viscous substance like red motor oil stained the gold. The door pistons hissed and clicked, releasing its locks and revealing a set of stairs. It’s soft under lighting expanded to the other steps as you descended down to the lower floor.

You think you heard your name muffled in the distance and continued on.

The downstairs contained a lab devoid of windows and lined with bright white lights. It was massive too, bigger than a three car garage with a wall of mirrored closets, six in total. Across the room was a row of mechanical skulls hanging from the walls like hunted animals on plaques. Lab tables were stacked with spare android parts, bottles of blue and red liquids and variously sized aqua orbs that swirled like gaseous planets.

Your attention turned to a bedroom, oddly placed in the middle of the lab. Black metal framed the glass walls, making it appear more as a display case than a place to nap in. A soft golden light poured down from above, highlighting the bed and an end table with a framed painting of the outdoors and a coin trinket. The door was ajar and the sheets were recently disturbed.

A box on a table by the mirrors blipped, the sound luring you to the strange contraption. It was neatly wrapped with a red bow and a note was tucked beneath it. Your fingers intertwined with the satin and pulled, revealing the message:

Choose.

As the bow slipped away, it became apparent that it was a music box. Like many of its kind, a keyhole was at its center, the perfect size for the stained key. You slotted it in, turning your wrist. The lid popped open and a hologram of a ballerina on her toes spun to a familiar piano tune.

Rêverie.

A hauntingly slower version of the melody clinked away. The doors to the mirrors swung open with the music, one by one from left to right.

“No…” you gasped in horror.

Bodies. Six female figures.

“You found the key,” Connor said from behind you.

You lurched forward along with your hand rising to cover your noise of surprise. “What…what is this?”

He came up closer to you, the heat from his chest oppressively surrounding your back. His hand gently came up to your chin, turning your head until you looked up into his eyes.

“They’re all you,” he replied.

Six faces, each identical to yours stared back at you like the mirrors never opened. Their bodies were different, an evolution from crude metal joints to bone and flesh. At the end was the most complete of them all and the most human. Her hands were injured, the synthetic flesh caked in a shimmery red fluid that matched the key. She had some missing fingers, white plastic bones jutting out between damaged tissue.

“Then…what am I?” you asked quietly, more to yourself than the machine behind you. 

“An android. The first competed one,” Connor explained.

It all made sense now, glimpses of moments when you idled in the kitchen. A fruit bowl which never rotted, an empty fridge and barren shelves, save for the two vices you’ve enjoyed: coffee and wine.

Your head hurt and it didn’t hurt, a faint ringing expanded from one eardrum to the other, pinching along whatever nerves you had between your ears. Your knees wobbled and the heat of Connor’s hands hovered around your shoulders before gripping you gently. He called your name, his voice soft and soothing.

“It’s going to be alright,” he assured.

You needed to breathe, take in a slow, calm breath.

In…

Out…

Oh God. Did you even need to breathe?

You tore away from him, spinning around with an accusatory finger in his face.

“You lied to me, Connor.”

He didn’t flinch from the venom in your words, calmly reciting a practiced speech, “I followed Mr. Kamski’s testing parameters as he requested. You are free to go. The helicopter will be arriving shortly.”

You shook your head. Damn the helicopter, you wanted answers.

“No, I need the truth. I thought…I thought I was…”

His head dipped, turning his gaze to the floor.

“There is a risk of data loss or data corruption that can occur when transferring from an old platform to a new one,” he explained. He offered you a tablet from a nearby table and gestured to place your hand on it. “It may be better if I showed you.”

Raising your hand to the glass, you flattened your palm on the cold surface. Static filled your ears as the world squished and split into six kaleidoscope windows of yourself pacing around your bedroom at different times and seasons. The only constant was a man patiently seated in an armchair by your bed.

Elijah Kamski.

In the last chunk of memory, he was talking to you while you sulked by the window. A familiar cheerful finger drawing greeted you of mountain scenery, a forest and snowman with a much darker twist. Red streaked across the glass, shimmering bright from a setting sun. Your remaining fingers smeared a smiley face on the glass as blood dripped down your elbows and onto the hardwood.

“The other day…you said I was human,” you said, your face twisting in anger.

“You are in a state of shock from your discovery. Your emotional matrix is...struggling to keep up. The more complex you become, the less your system can handle the flood of emotional cues,” he explained and sighed. “Let me see your hands.”

“I just want to go outside. Why won’t Connor let me leave?” you scowled, ignoring him and wrapping your bleeding limbs tighter around your torso.

A glass panel on the wall flashed from blue to gold at the mention of his name, the android reduced to his original state as a humble home AI. The man behind you sighed again, bringing a hand to pinch the skin over his nose.

“If the home won’t let you leave, then maybe you can enlighten me on how I found you in my lab?” Elijah asked.

You stammered a few words, all useless because he already knew the answer.

It wasn’t Connor’s fault for letting you wander outside of your room. Elijah desired a machine that mirrored humanity perfectly. One that could do more than walk and talk—he needed you to feel. You existed in pieces at a time, every upgrade overwriting packets of your memory. It was maddening, becoming closer to human and yet remaining isolated from the human experience.

No history, friends, or family.

Your room door looked better off than your hands, a wall of solid wood unscathed but tarnished by fist shaped blood stains. You didn’t know what came over you. The urge to get out and the seething rage that bubbled and exploded out of your limbs. 

The home interrupted your rampage.

“Stop! Please.”

You froze. You’ve never heard Connor sound pained and desperate to change the course of your actions, like he was experiencing an existential crisis of his own while you broke your hands on the hard surface. It didn’t hurt, the inventor was merciful enough to not provide you with a network of pain sensors.

Alright, so you wandered around a few hallways. Maybe Connor opened some doors and you made some discoveries, but it wasn’t like you were going to escape.

“Connor?” Elijah asked flatly, a parent scolding his two children.

The ring instantly turned amber.

“She…sustained injures earlier. All she wanted was to go for a walk,” Connor answered. “I…I thought it would be…productive.”

“Is that so?” Elijah replied with an amused grin. “And she just found her way to the lab on her own?”

Connor did not reply.

The inventor stretched up from his seat, seeming unbothered by his misbehaving creations. There were tales of benevolent beings with the power to create life and many of them were burdened by limited patience…and mercy. A simple cold hard glare at wall was all that it took for the ring to shift blue. Then Elijah turned his icy eyes on you. He said your name, drawing it out slowly, almost affectionately.

“The home works in your best interest, isn’t that right, Connor?” he stated.

“Yes, Mr. Kamski,” Connor replied, obediently.

“See?” Elijah said with a smile directed at you. “What you’ve discovered are prototypes in storage. The design process requires that your upgrades be built from the ground up.”

His fingers tapped a sequence on a tablet, his smile dissolving to a thin, straight line.

“You’re right. You’re not human, you understand that now, don’t you?”

A ringing noise bursted in your ears, his voice distorting as the edges of ruby holographic walls caved in around you. Your lips moved without you realizing it.

“Yes, Elijah,” you answered.

“When you’re complete, we’ll go west. The California coast is beautiful this time of year. How does that sound?”

With a few rhythmic taps of his fingers on glass, the red walls dissipated. A rush of air filled your artificial lungs faster than a swimmer breaking through water. You shook your limbs, testing them as mobility returned to your body.

“No more snow?” you asked meekly.

“Not unless you want to see it,” he answered and flexed a finger at you. “Come. Let’s see if we can’t do something about those hands.”

“Okay,” you agreed while walking towards him. “What about Connor?”

The taller man arched a brow and curiously glanced between you and the panel.

“What about it? You won’t need a babysitter where we’re going,” he replied.

You woke to your your last day in Michigan, feeling oddly refreshed and like a new woman. Most of your time was spent running tests in Elijah’s room. He sipped on coffee while reclining at his desk with his eyes glued to a monitor.

“Recite the nine,” he demanded.

They were the final additions to a successful and stable build. Memories, characteristics, little pieces of humanity he called reality anchors.

“I am your family, a stepsister,” you began. The list went on as his head bobbed in approval, meeting your gaze with a neutral expression.

“I am loved,” you continued.

His lips lifted and for once, some warmth sparked behind his cold blue eyes. “And the last one?”

“I am alive.”

Sequences glitched, days stretched and jumped across seasons, settling on a warm home where you were lying in the sunny part of a bed. Seagulls soared across the blue skies. An ocean crashed against the beach outside your room in California. You were jolted awake by your phone’s ringtone.

A call from your stepbrother.

“The jet to Michigan lands in half an hour,” Elijah said through the device.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m already packed, don’t worry.”

You put down your phone and looked back up, the ocean view gone and replaced with an open jet door. A hand was on your shoulder, guiding you forward with a light push. If you were running your usual processes, it would have been nice being aware of Elijah seeing you off.

His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A warm palm cupped your face and he smiled.

“One last test. You’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, Elijah.”

One blink and the screens all dissolved. You were back in the lab and jumped back from the tablet like it stung you. It hit the ground with a violent clatter as your head slowly tilted up at Connor. A glint of steel caught your eye as he fidgeted with the coin from his room.

“You were just an AI,” you said. “How did you get this body?”

“When you left, I was trapped in the home…forgotten,” he answered, his head still pointed down and avoiding your heated gaze. “I wanted to see you again and Mr. Kamski kindly granted me a body.”

“So…you were…lonely?”

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

You weren’t sure what to make of his confession. Why just this morning you were lamenting leaving him behind. It did not surprise you that he would say something like that when so much of his speech was aided by a need to please. Had he only seemed that way because he already knew you?

When long ago you were but a machine driven to madness and self destruction, Connor saw something in you that you were only beginning to see in him, something you couldn’t quite put a word to yet.

“But if Elijah made you…and me, then why are we so different?” you asked. 

The android smiled, shifting his head to one side. “We are like two separate operating systems. I am not compatible with your hardware and would lose a majority of my data if I were to be reformatted to a design like yours. So he compromised and made me this body.”

You sensed he was holding back a small truth, the cost of his request and had a suspicion it had something to do with your visit. He held his hand up with the coin, flicking it into the air as the skin on his arm turned to factory white.

“I am a prototype for a commercial android should he choose to move forward with the project,” Connor explained.

There it was, the price. Elijah was a generous man but he was no saint.

Outside, the blades of a landing helicopter spun, the powerful vibrations from the engine rattling the light fixtures.

“Your transportation is here,” Connor announced and gestured to the stairs.

The note was still resting in your other hand, a cursive “choose” taunting you as the android stepped back. Nothing good ever happened to prototypes as they were usually torn apart or left to rot once the real product hit the production lines. Were you supposed to save him? Could he even leave? You glanced at Connor and a pair of soft brown eyes slowly met your gaze.

“What will happen to you when I go?” you asked.

“I was instructed to stay,” he replied with a nervous shuffle of his feet.

“Unless…?”

He paused his antics with the coin, bringing his arms to his side as he scanned your form like it would be for the last time. Red light spilled around his cheekbones and he smiled softly, lost in a daydream.

Connor did not answer.

You tested him, walking away with dramatically large steps towards the stairs and he remained still, his head never turning away from the wall of opened mirrors.

“Okay then, I’m leaving…!” you declared.

He did not budge and you groaned, stomping back to slide up in front of him.

“Connor,” you huffed and placed your hands on your hips.

He looked at you with all the hope and joy that an android heart could contain. His calculations were able to crunch out your reply with an optimistic prediction but still, he wanted—needed to hear it from you.

“Yes?”

“Come with me,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” He ducked his head until his exhaust fanned over your forehead and you smiled up at him.

“You’re alive, Connor.” Your hands cupped his face and stroked a curl in his hair, watching it stretch and spring back. “I can’t leave you here.”

Again.

He leaned into your touch and your heart, well, synthetic heart lurched.

“There’s so much out there that you haven’t seen,” you said softly. “We can go for walks, however many you’d like…Hell, we can go wherever you want to go.”

“I would like that,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “What about dancing?”

You kissed him, once, twice and laughed when he looked impatient for an answer.

“I think I can pencil that into my schedule,” you said.

In the excitement of leaving the Michigan home once and for all, you were eager to head straight for the helicopter. Connor protested briefly, slowing you down by handing your phone to you.

As you suspected, Elijah had been keeping tabs on you with the help of the android. The cell comms were restored once Connor admitted he tampered with it as instructed by your brother. And yes, Elijah was still family and you did wish to hold onto that sliver of humanity. Plus, it made his surprise a lot easier to manage.

He left you a short message on your phone and you’ve been grinning from ear to ear since you’ve read it.

“Try to do something better than what mankind would do with this money. Change the world, save it, or don’t. The choice is yours. — E.”

A parting gift of funds, the coastal California home and most importantly, your freedoms, the tracker software in yours and Connor’s minds purged.

By the time you were ready to go, it was late in the day and a hush had returned to the forest as the sun dipped below the tree lines. You had a moment to reflect, to wonder if your fates would have been the same had you left the android behind. Or perhaps your destinies had been woven together when an AI first saw a spark of life in a machine.

The doors to the unmanned helicopter slid shut, cutting off the cold air while you both settled into your seats.

“You know, you look just like a human this way,” you said. From your angle, you had a good look at the right side of Connor’s face. It took a bit of muscle and a sharp knife, but the LED was removed with no scarring. “So, what are you most excited for?”

“Being with you—“ He cleared his throat when you made a playful face. “—and doing human things, like taking you on dates or getting a dog.”

“A dog?” you teased. He had been particularly excited about fuzzy creatures since he was granted access to the internet.

“What are your opinions on a Saint Bernard?” Connor asked.

You laughed, listing off the shedding, how much food they ate, and not to mention the drooling but he hushed you with a kiss. His hand intertwined with yours, the skin fading to white. To your surprise, your hand felt the jolt of a connection.

A loop which once could not close, finally completed. It was transcendent, more than just lines of data and hard facts. You saw yourself through Connor’s eyes as video clips in small montages, from bits of the past to his imagination of what could be.

Above your heads, a chandelier glittered over a dance floor. Silk flowed down your curves and swished between your legs. Connor was draped all over you, spinning you around the marble floor. Your chests were pressed together with his arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame.

“This was all that I wanted,” he said with a sparkling smile that paired well with your bubbling laughter. To complete the picture, a barking animal happily ran laps around your dancing forms. “I have never been happier.”

You tugged at his tie, lowering his face until your lips crashed into a slow and tender exchange.

Down in a lab, where the lights had all been shut off, forgotten and a thing of the past, a music box twinkled in the darkness. Where just outside the comforts and safety of the mansion, a world was still caught up by divisiveness. It was the hope of a curious man, not meaning to seek fortune but stumbling into it. That if two machines could do the impossible, then perhaps, mankind could one day do the same.

The hologram from the box shone bright like a guiding torch.

Hand in hand, two dancers intertwined in a kiss.

[siriuslysmoking]

Taking the Kids to See Santa with Steve

A/N: Day 11!!! WHOOP WHOOP! Core memories was going to see santa as a kid. Steve and Reader have 4 kids, oldest is a boy names Theo, then Amelia, then the twin girls Octavia and Kya

"Daddy! Daddy! Hurry!!" Theo shouts, tugging on Steve's hand.

"Hold on bud." Steve lets out a laugh, looking back at you where you are with the stroller. Small arms hold onto your leg as you walk, pushing the stroller with the twins. The six year old boy continues to tug on his father's arm as Steve calls for Amelia.

She detaches herself from your side and joins her older brother and father.

You take a picture of Steve hand in hand with your children passing the North Pole sign.

The six of you came from a nice dinner with Steve's side of the family.

Since you were all in nice clothing you decided to get in the queue for meeting santa. Your group traveled around the store wasting time. But when Theo and Amy saw the snow covered elf houses no one could hold them back. Your twin girls in the stroller stared at the shiny lights decorating the ceiling.

You agreed with Steve to wait in line with the twins while he explored Santa's Workshop with the two older kids.

You rock the stroller back and forth watching your two kids drag your husband back and forth through the shop.

Steve joins you in line about ten minutes later when you are third in line. "Hey love, long time no see."

You kiss him lightly, smiling into the kiss. WHen you get to second in line you get the Kya and Octavia out of the stroller, holding them in both yous and Steve's arms.

Your two older kids run up to Santa and sit on his lap, You and Steve set the girls into their older siblings arms, making sure they're secure before moving away for the photo. "Now what would you like for christmas?"

"A dollhouse." Amy smiles up at the man, he looks to Theo who quietly says, "A brother."

You and Steve barely hear it, but when you do you both share a look and a smile.

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