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Folsom Prison Blues | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, sexual harassment, crude sexual comments directed at reader, mentions of rape, panic attacks, sexual coercion, blackmail, recovery from an assault (PLEASE PLEASE EXERCISE CAUTION WHEN READING THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED! Please take care of yourselves, lovebugs.)

Word Count: 5303

A/N: This is definitely one of the darker chapters I’ve written. I just wanna reiterate that if you are at all triggered by mentions of rape or sexual harrassment happening toward the reader, please skip this chapter. However, there are no explicit scenes of assault. I always feel like that crosses a line when writers add those really descriptive scenes.

Remember, if you are a victim of anything like this, you are loved and you are not defined by what happens to you. As a victim myself, I completely understand if you make the decision to skip this week's chapter.

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“Have I mentioned that I hate this idea?” you said to Dean harshly, standing outside of the Impala.

Dean chuckled. “I think a few times.” He kissed your forehead. “Look, Deacon’s a friend of ours. He’s got you covered. See you in a few days, okay?”

“I fucking hate this idea,” you groaned.

Dean leaned down to kiss you, effectively cutting off your sentence. “Just trust me, okay?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. See you, Dee.”

And with that, you set off to meet a friend of John Winchester’s, Deacon, at Green River County Detention Center. Several men had been brutally murdered in the B-block of their men’s prison, and Deacon, the warden at the prison, had come to the Winchester brothers for help. Reluctantly, you agreed to pose as a guard in-training to be right there with the boys the whole time and to assist with their escape. 

Your plan was only able to be accomplished due to the fact that the FBI hadn’t gotten a clear photo of you; not from the bank and not from your previous arrest. Your mugshot from Baltimore had “mysteriously disappeared.” However, Sam’s and Dean’s photos were all over the place; Dean’s from St. Louis and a sketch of Sam from a witness in Milwaukee. The two boys were going to purposefully get arrested to be able to get into the B-block of the prison. That was why you hated the idea so much. 

Deacon was tough, you wouldn’t lie, but no tougher than your father. His whole “ex-military” thing didn’t intimidate you at all, and perhaps that was what kept the other officers from messing with you. You’d proved in your “training” how capable you were, and Deacon claimed that was part of the reason they accelerated the hiring process for you. 

However, your tough, impenetrable attitude didn’t deter the inmates from making jabs at you. Your first day on the job, a scrawny inmate with rotting teeth smacked your ass harshly in the cafeteria. You promptly had him on his stomach with his arm twisted behind his back. Deacon called you into his office afterward to fill out an incident report.

“Guessing you guys don’t have that many female hires, huh?” you asked Deacon upon entering his office.

He chuckled. “That’s a nice way of saying it. Most girls wouldn’t be caught dead in here, and we pretty much don’t hire ‘em. Just for their own safety.”

“Don’t you think that’ll raise some red flags, then? Especially given the fact that I appeared out of nowhere and ‘accelerated through training’?” you questioned.

“(Y/N), we don’t exactly hire the best and the brightest. Besides, that sort of thing happens with the guys all the time. Some get transferred from other prison, for others, this is their jumping-off point before they start workin’ for the police force. Actually, I think a lot of ‘em are too excited to see a girl to even think about where you came from. Trust me, nobody’s paying enough mind to your circumstance to notice any of the cracks,” he assured you. 

You let out a breath. “Okay. The boys get arrested yet?”

He nodded. “Should be on their way over now. Just finished questioning them a few counties over.”

“Wait, questioning them? How serious of a questioning are we talkin’ here?” you asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. That’s above my paygrade, kid,” he replied. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you. This isn’t gonna be a cakewalk for you. I run a tight ship, but you’re fresh meat. Some of these guys haven’t seen a girl in fifteen, twenty, thirty years. When they see you, be prepared for some wild animals. What happened earlier isn’t gonna be an isolated incident. 

“But one of ‘em even looks at you funny, you tell me. Don’t go lookin’ for trouble, though. Keep your head down and only jump in when you absolutely have to. I have you on patrol of the cell blocks so there’ll at least be a barrier between you and them. At meal and rec time, though, I can’t protect you from what’ll happen.”

You nodded, bile rising in your throat. 

“Why don’t you get outta here? I’ll see you around, okay?”

You nodded again and smiled a little before turning around and heading out of the door. Some of the male guards snickered as you walked past them through the hallways of the prison, but you paid no mind to them. You were focused on seeing your boys again. 

“You don’t belong here,” one of the guards called after you.

You turned on your heel sharply. “What’d you say to me?” 

“You heard me, toots. Go back where you came from,” the guard replied, a foul smile across his face as his buddies snickered.

You gave him a challenging glare. “I’m gonna say this as politely as I can: get fucked.” 

You turned back around and walked away, only to feel a harsh yank on your arm to turn you to face the man. “What’d you say?”

“You heard me, toots,” you said, mocking him. “How small is your dick that a third-grade insult from me got you all fired up? And holy shit, do you need some listerine. You got halitosis? What’s going on there?”

The guard’s friends began to laugh, too, much to the chagrin of the man still holding your arm. He released you roughly, and you knew it’d bruise tomorrow. “I oughta teach you some respect,” he said.

“Oh yeah? And risk losing your job?” you questioned. “You make one wrong move, and I start screaming.”

He scoffed. “Whatever. Just fuck off.”

“That’s what I was doin’,” you replied, turning away again. This time, he let you leave, and you were grateful. You were trying to remain as unnoticed as possible during your time here; despite the fact that being the only female guard put an immediate spotlight on you. 

You continued down the corridor to your assigned patrol; right outside the doors of one of the cell blocks. You tried to seem as unfazed as possible in your nerve-wracking situation and walked with authority; as much as you could muster given most of these men towered over you. You mentally cursed your father for stunting your growth by starving you to make sure you stayed small for hunting purposes. Your baton in hand, you walked up and down the cells. 

“Hey, they got us a hooker,” one of the men from the cell laughed. “How much for the hour, sweetness?”

As that man’s cell erupted into laughter, you walked past another where a man was pleasuring himself in plain view of the hallway. You knew he was doing so to get a rise out of you, and you swallowed your nausea and continued walking. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, sweetheart,” a man growled from behind his bars. “At rec time, your ass is mine.”

Again, you just kept walking, ignoring their lewd and offensive comments. You prayed to see Sam, Dean, or Deacon sooner rather than later to continue going through with this. And for a moment, you wondered if this case was even worth it. ‘If these fucking scumbags are the ones dyin’, I’d be okay with that,’ you considered. 

***

At the prisoner’s scheduled lunch time, you held up the end of the line of prisoners heading to the cafeteria. Every time the men at the back of the line tried to turn their heads to sneak a glimpse at you, you used the butt of your baton to hit them on the back of the head and turn their gazes forward. You weren’t completely comfortable doing that, but you were doing your best to prove that you weren’t someone to be messed with.

When you arrived with your group of inmates in the cafeteria, you saw Sam and Dean sitting alone at a small table and talking in hushed voices. You hoped your face didn’t convey your relief to see them. Even though they were in orange jumpsuits, just the sight of the Winchesters made you feel safer. Dean caught you staring at him and smirked a little before turning back to his plate. You forced yourself to remain stoic and keep your hardened expression on your face. Dean got up from the table with his tray to go throw his food away, and Sam followed. Sam somehow didn’t notice a heavily tattooed prisoner with a thick goatee heading straight for him, and he crashed right into him.

“Sorry. I—” Sam tried.

“Watch where you're going,” the man said.

The brunet stumbled over his words. “Yeah. Sure. I just—”

Dean walked up in front of Sam, voice darkening. “He said he was sorry.”

“You talking to me?” the man scoffed. “Are you talking to me?” 

“Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times,” Dean quipped. “Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go.”

The tattooed man walked away, and Dean turned around to Sam. He said something quietly and winked at his brother, making Sam roll his eyes before catching sight of the much larger man the tattooed prisoner was walking back over to them with.

You tried to keep your composure when the man swung a punch at Dean. Dean, however, caught him and held him in place from behind. “We can end this right now. No harm, no foul,” the Older Winchester asserted.

The prisoner soon broke from Dean’s hold. He grabbed him again and slammed him against a wall. The man stepped back on Dean’s foot, and Deacon subtly jerked his head at you for you to step forward to help break up the situation.

“That’s enough!” Deacon commanded, walking over to the man Dean had brought to the floor. “On your feet, Lucas.”

The tattooed man, whose name you just found out, stood. “Yes, sir, boss.”

Deacon held out his baton and pushed Dean’s chin up with it. “What's your name?” he asked him.

“Winchester.”

“Well, Winchester, not a good start.” Deacon stared him down angrily. “Solitary. You too, Lucas.”

You immediately grabbed Dean’s wrists and began pushing him in the direction of solitary confinement while another guard grabbed Lucas. 

“Are we having fun yet, huh?” Dean called over your shoulder to Sam.

You roughly shoved him forward, making him face ahead again. 

“Y’know, I usually don’t let girls tie me up without a first date,” Dean quipped. You knew he was trying to rile you up and get you to break character for his own fun.

“If you wanna keep your tongue, I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” you replied forcefully.

For some reason, that comment seemed to excite Dean. You fought back an eye roll at his amused expression. You roughly shoved him— not too hard, just hard enough to sell it— into the solitary confinement cell and slammed the door shut. 

Dean smirked at you. “See you around, sweetheart.”

You tried to fight the heat rising to your cheeks, upset by how easily he could get a rise out of you. You left him in solitary confinement and followed the guard who’d brought Lucas to solitary back to the cafeteria. 

“The boys seem to like you a lot,” he sneered. “Havin’ fun yet?”

You recognized him as one of the men who’d taunted you after you left Deacon’s office earlier that morning.

“Buckets,” you responded dryly. 

“I can think of a few ways we could have some more fun,” he said to you, backing you into a wall. 

“Get off me!” Your breath quickened, and without even thinking about it, you used the flat part of your forearm to push his chest away and kneed him in the groin.  

“You bitch!” he yelped. You took off running back to the direction you thought the cafeteria was in, taking a moment to steady yourself against a wall. You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, and you slumped down against the wall, clutching at your chest. You closed your eyes and did your best to steady your breathing and thankfully succeeded. You wiped the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, and steeled yourself to go back out there. 

You rejoined your group of guards, including Deacon, and the other prisoners. Deacon seemed to notice you were upset but said nothing about it. All he said was, “You’re watching the bathrooms with Jones,” referring to your next assignment during the prisoners’ working hours and your partner for the time being. 

You were relieved to see Sam when you made it to your destination. He was having to scrub the floors with a mop that seemed to be more like ragged threads now than a cleaning tool. 

“How you doing?” Sam asked the older prisoner he was with.

“I’m fifty-four years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows. How you think I'm doing?” the man’s scratchy voice replied.

“Alright. Bad icebreaker. I'm Sam.”

“Randall.”

“Nice to meet y—” Sam cut himself off, seeming to have realized something. “Randall. Hey, weren't you there the night that guard died?” 

That caught your attention. You threw a look to the guard in the other part of the bathroom ensuring he was focused on other prisoners and not Sam and Randall’s conversation.

“Yeah,” the man replied.

“Well, what happened?” Sam pressed.

“They say the stress of the job got him.”

Sam stopped mopping. “Yeah? What do you say?”

Randall didn’t answer. “Why are you inside, kid?”

“ 'Cause I got an idiot for a brother.”

“That'll do it,” Randall replied. “Well, this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cellblock, this is the damn Hilton.”

“You spent time in the old block?” Sam questioned.

“Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer.”

“Didn't they have Mark Moody over there for a while?” Mark Moody was the man who Sam and Dean suspected of being your ghost killer.

“He was there. Yeah I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it,” Randall explained.

“Yeah? It was a heart attack, right?”

The older man chuckled. “Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. The next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess.” He shook his head.

“Wait. So he– he was beaten and– and nobody reported it?” Sam asked in confusion.

“You kept your mouth shut, unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, y’know?” Randall chuckled; the gravelly sound almost sending a chill down your spine. 

‘This guy could easily play Hannibal Lector,’ you thought.

“Randall, exactly how much blood was there?”

*** When working time was over, the prisoners had an hour in the yard before dinner and returning to their cells. You watched from the far corner of the fence while he played poker with every man who was dumb enough to try him for cigarettes. You folded your arms across your chest and watched with amusement when Sam came up to him and began bickering with him about something.

Dean then stood and yelled, “Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?”

He played several more rounds of poker, and you did your best to pry your eyes away from him so as to not arouse suspicions of any kind. However, that proved to be the least of your worries.

The guard from earlier whose balls you’d kicked in came up beside you and nonchalantly leaned against the gate. “You’re playing hard to get. It’s cute. I like it,” he said.

“Leave me alone, please,” you replied coolly. You were ready to bash his head in.

“Or what?” he challenged, still facing forward. “I think you owe me an apology for earlier. I’ll have a real treat for you tonight when we get off work.”

You jerked your head toward him. “You try anything, and I swear to god I will gut you.”

“Easy there, princess. It’d do you well to get in good with me. I’ll be able to protect you from them.” The guard nodded out to the inmates who would turn their heads every once in a while in your direction.

“Not interested,” you said simply. “Besides, I think I need more protection from you than from them.”

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head. “Maybe so. Maybe if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll take it out on your little inmate friend over there.” He nodded toward Dean who was triumphantly fistpumping after winning another hand of poker. 

You looked back at him, worry swimming in your eyes.

“That’s right, I noticed how you keep looking at him. You’re not very subtle, I hope you know. And he’s definitely not,” the guard said. “So, if you wanna keep him alive, you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I’ll see you tonight.”

You stared at the ground ahead of you in fear and tried to think your way out of your situation. All that played over in your mind was the sickening feeling of his body against yours in that cinderblock corridor outside of solitary confinement. Bile rose in your throat, and the only thing snapping you out of your trance was the whistle indicating the end of rec time.

You went through the motions of your “job” by escorting the prisoners from the yard into the cafeteria for dinner. Your head was not at all in the moment or in the case, and fear kept your adrenaline moving for the next several minutes. It wasn’t until Dean got in another fight and nearly got himself killed that your adrenaline surged for a different reason.

“If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead,” Deacon told Dean.

“You waited long enough,” Dean huffed, trying to catch his breath.

Deacon shoved his baton into Dean’s stomach, and you nearly lunged at him for doing so. He grabbed the back of Dean’s head and told him, “Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk.” The warden looked up at you. “Take them both up to the infirmary.”

You and the guard who’d been harassing you did so. Dean noticed how off you were, but did his best not to convey what he knew. When you got both Tiny and Dean into cells, you had no desire to leave with the guard; afraid of what would happen to you.

You were almost angry at yourself. You were (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You’d fought monsters, ghosts, and demons, and you were losing your mind over a guy that would shit his pants if he knew what you’d seen. However, the fact that he was still a very real threat drowned out those thoughts.

***

The man Dean had fought had apparently died in the infirmary; no doubt by the hands of the thing you were hunting. While Dean was fighting said man, Sam snuck to the room Moody had been murdered in and burnt the rest of the blood away, so you knew it couldn’t be him. All you could do was wait for the boys to talk to the other prisoners to get the name of your true target.

Later that night, you just wanted to make it back to the Impala when you got off your shift. You even waited a while after everyone else on your shift had left to make your way out of the prison. You hoped the guard whose name you didn’t even know wouldn’t make good on his threats. However, your stomach dropped when you saw him leaning against Dean’s car.

You stopped several feet from him.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he told you.

“How the fuck do you know what car I drive?” you questioned.

“It’s not hard. I mean, you’re the only ‘67 Chevy in the parking lot. Nice ride, by the way,” he said.

“Fuck you.”

In an instant, he was running toward you. You turned and sprinted away, only to be knocked to the ground by the man. He roughly pulled your hair back, yanking your head back against him. “Remember what I fucking told you,” he growled against your ear. “Are you gonna start playing nice?”

***

Everything felt wrong. No matter how many showers you took, you couldn’t scrub the feeling off your skin. Back in your motel room, you laid on your side wrapped in an oversized shirt. You stared at the wall in the dark, completely numb. You hadn’t even been able to cry since it happened.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. For hours, you laid there. You wouldn’t allow sleep to hold you close enough to darken the world around you. 

One thing you kept thinking was ‘I’ll never be the same again.’ The words played on a loop over and over in your mind. They danced around in your head for hours, taunting you. 

You wanted to climb out of your skin. Start the day over. You wished you’d fought back. Wished someone had been sound to stop him. The scrapes on your left wrist and arm were undoubtedly going to bruise in the morning, and your uniform wouldn’t exactly hide them. You knew Dean and Sam would ask questions, and the former would rip the guy’s head off. You didn’t even know that guard’s name. Everything just felt so wrong. 

But you wouldn’t let this stop you from doing your job. You wouldn’t let those boys brave that place alone with no word from you. And so, despite everything in your body telling you not to, you went back to the prison the next day.

***

You could tell Deacon knew something was wrong, but he didn’t press you further. The other prison guards didn’t seem to notice a difference in you; except, of course, the guard’s posse. They would snicker at you every time you walked past, and you could only imagine what your abuser had said about you. 

Thankfully, you only had to endure this last day of awfulness. Deacon was going to “fire” you right after rec time was over to give you enough time to get the Impala pulled around the back of the jail for the brothers to escape through. Your job was to wait for Sam to come over to you and give you the name of the person you were after and find what cemetery they were at. Then, you were going to get the boys the hell out of dodge. 

You watched the boys in the rec yard talking to Randall, the man Sam had gotten information from while they were cleaning the bathrooms. Then, the younger brother came over to you. 

“Hey,” he said, looking around to see if anyone was paying much attention to him.

“Hi,” you replied.

“Whoa, what happened to your arm?” Sam asked in concern, noticing your very obvious scrapes. 

“Oh, it’s nothing, I—”

“This guy bothering you?” That awful, familiar voice said from behind you. 

Without turning around to face your abuser, you replied, “No. Please, go away.”

Sam glared at the man behind you when he noticed how upset the guard’s mere presence made you. You could tell he knew the guard had done something to you; he was a smart boy. 

“Glockner,” was all Sam said to you before turning away. 

“Surprised you’re able to still walk—”

You immediately turned around to him and punched him square across his jaw. 

“Bitch!” he yelled.

“Fuck you!” you yelled. 

‘Deacon’s firing me anyway,’ you thought. ‘Might as well give him a legitimate reason to.’

You got down on top of the guard and started punching hard. His face was bloodied and bruised, the man barely hanging on to consciousness before you were pulled away, kicking and screaming by two other guards. They dragged you over to Deacon, who promptly made a scene of firing you. He escorted you out to the parking lot where he said the cops would be waiting for you to bring you in for questioning. 

Once the two of you were far enough away, he roughly spun you around to face him. “What the hell was that?!” he questioned. “You know they’re gonna be out for blood now!”

“I know that, Deacon! Maybe if your guards weren’t fucking scumbags, though, I wouldn’t have had to do that!” you yelled back.

“What?” his voice quieted considerably. 

“Nothing,” you said. “Just tell my boys I’ll be back for ‘em tonight.” You turned on your heel and walked away. 

“Hey, kid,” Deacon called after you.

You turned around. 

“Thank you. And… I’m sorry. For whatever happened.”

You nodded and turned back around again.

*** You discovered that “Glockner” was the name of a nurse in the seventies who’d been caught in the crossfire of the inmate uprising that occurred following Moody’s death. She’d been buried at Green Valley Cemetery following the severe cerebral edema the inmates gave her. 

You returned to the detention center under the cover of night and pulled the car around the back of the prison away from the parking lot where the guards were beginning to change shifts. You waited anxiously dressed in civilian clothes again for the boys to come out of the HVAC unit Deacon told you would be attached to the room he would be bringing the boys into following their staged fight. 

“Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes,” a familiar voice rumbled. 

Dean and Sam leapt over the fence separating you from them, and you couldn’t help but collapse into Dean’s arms. “Whoa, sweetheart, what’s—”

“No time, guys,” Sam reminded you. “You can reunite later. We gotta go.”

As if on cue, an alarm began to sound through the prison. Immediately, you nodded and broke away from Dean. You headed to the driver’s seat so Sam and Dean could change while you drove. Quickly, you headed to the cemetery Nurse Glockner was buried in. 

***

The brothers caught you up on everything that had been happening to them since you hadn’t been able to talk much over the last week.

“What?!” you exclaimed, following them through the cemetery. “Henriksen’s here?!”

“Yeah, which is exactly why I wanted to get the hell out,” Sam told you. “They were gonna extradite us back to St. Louis or Baltimore or something. Whatever was gonna happen to us, it wasn’t gonna be pretty.

“Jesus,” you responded. “And no doubt, they’re gonna be looking for me soon, too. I beat the fuck out of a guy who knows I drive a ‘67 Impala.”

“What?!” both boys questioned upon reaching the grave of Nurse Glockner.

You nodded solemnly. “Yeah,” you said. 

“I’m gonna need a bit more of a response than ‘yeah,’ sweetheart,” Dean grunted as he began digging.

“Later. Let’s just get this over with, okay?” you said, helping the boys dig faster. 

You could feel both brothers staring at you in concern, but you couldn’t look up at them. 

***

When Glockner had finally been salted and burned, you and the Winchesters returned to the Impala and quickly drove away. 

“You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face,” Dean joked as the Impala’s engine purred.

“Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again,” Sam replied tightly. “I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know? You thought we were screwed before?”

“Yeah, I know. We got to go deep this time,” Dean responded.

“ ‘Deep,’ Dean? We should go to Yemen,” Sam quipped.

“Ooh, I'm— I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep.”

You were silent the entirety of the drive over state lines and to a motel in the middle of wooded nowhere. You were silent through the check-in process, and silent when Dean crawled into your bed behind you later that night. He began to kiss down your neck, and you wanted to enjoy the feeling so badly.

“Dean.” Your voice broke as you whispered his name.

Immediately, Dean took his face away from your neck. “What?” he asked, hearing how upset you were. “What is it?” 

“I, um—” you started, unable to turn to face him. “I can’t.”

“Why?” he asked softly.

“The guard—” you said. “—from the rec yard. He, um.”

Dean lightly turned you to face him. “(Y/N), what’d he do?” His voice had darkened considerably at the thought of someone hurting you. 

“He, uh—” your breath shuddered, and you were unable to meet his gaze. “He raped me.”

You swear all of the oxygen looked like it’d been punched out of Dean, his face hardening in the darkness. “Oh, I’ll kill him—”

“Dean, don’t, okay? It’s not gonna—” you protested, reaching up to grab his face to make him look at you. “It’s not gonna change anything.”

“I know, but—”

“Dean, I thought beating him to a bloody pulp was gonna make me feel better. It didn’t. I just feel more disgusting. Like, why didn’t I do that when it was all happening?” You began to cry. “I just— I’m trying to forget it ever happened. And I know I won’t. And it’s awful. And I just— I need time,” you explained.

Silence settled over the two of you for a moment.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dean asked softly.

“I— I don’t know. I just—” You took a deep breath. “I don’t really know how I feel about touching right now. Can you just lay with me?”

He nodded and climbed into bed beside you, the two of you staring up at the ceiling. Wordlessly, you slipped your hand under the covers and reached for his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing tightly. 

Your world was turning completely upside down. Your mind wouldn’t slow down, and you didn’t sleep much at all that night. However, you knew that whatever happened to you, Dean was there to keep you grounded. 

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A Day At The Lake

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers (OC)

♤ Summary: Gator met Kirby through his old weed guy when he left town and left Kirby as someone Gator could go to for pot. He started hanging out there more, after the inital shock that is Kirby. Gator can't seem to stay away from them, and doesn't really want too. Kirby suggests a day at the lake so Gator can relax for a bit.

♤ Warnings: canon x oc pairing, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, slight angst, brief mentions of drug use.

♤ a/n: i wrote this for @jozstankovich because they've been single handedly encouraging my writing of OC stories and because they've fallen in love with my little goblin boy and i couldn't be more flattered! Hope you guys enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments are cherished and loved! 💖🍒💖

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"Hey do they ever- ooow." Kirby rubs the back of his head, glaring at the open hood they'd smacked it on before moving their eyes to Gator.

"They ever let you have days off? You don't work like... seven days a week or some shit do you?" He asks, watching Gator's feet swing genlty under the tailgate he's sitting on. He scoffs, rolls his eyes, adjusts the backwards cap he's wearing.

"Course I get days off. Why?" His eyes narrow in suspicion. Kirby shrugs, whipes some grease on his overalls.

"Just wonderin. When's your next one? And doooo you have plans?" Kirby draws, points at Gator and waits, stares. Gator snorts, shakes his head, rubs at the back of his neck.

"Tuesday. I'm off Tuesday. Why you wonderin?" He asks, his lip tugged between his teeth.

"I just had an idea. Thought maybe you'd wanna come to the lake with me? Just have a chill day. Away from all'a," he gestures to Gator, their hand motioning to all of him,

"This. Just get away." Kirby shrugs, ducks back under the hood and starts tinkering again, tightening all the bolts he'd loosened.

"You wanna go to the lake? You fish or somethin?" Gator asks, Kirby hears him jump down from his little perch on the tailgate. Kirby snorts.

"Absolutely not. Too slimey. I just swim man. Swimmings nice. Keeps you cool. Sometimes there's turtles. You don't swim?" Kirby asks, talking and talking, rapid fire, like always.

"Sometimes. I guess." Gator's voice sound farther away now, Kirby lowers their head, looking under his arm to see Gator looking through the crowded fridge in the garage.

"Beer's on the left behind the ketchup." Kirby comments, looks back to his work, slips his wrench onto the last bolt and gives it a few tugs til it's nice and snug. He ducks lower than he needs too when he stands, making sure not to smack their head again. He shuts the hood and turns to find Gator holding out a cherry coke.

"Thanks." They nod, pop it open and take a swig as Gator does the same to his beer.

"What time?" Gator asks, not looking at Kirby, his eyes fixed on something over their shoulder. Kirby turns to look, doesn't see anything, shakes his head and turns back.

"I dunno. Let's saaaaayyyy...eight? Eight thirty?" Kirby shrugs, takes anothrr drink.

"That early? It's my day off man." Gator scoffs. Kirby rolls his eyes, wipes their free hand on their overalls again, trying and failing, to get the grease from between his fingers.

"Oh boo hoo. You don't have to come. I just thought I'd offer." He walks to the garage, tucks his tools into their places.

"I will be bringing some choice product with me. If that... influences your decision at all." Kirby looks over their shoulder, eyebrows high on his head as he watches Gator kick at the ground.

"I didn't say I wouldn't come. S'just early." He mutters, his boot twisting in the small divot his kicking had made.

"Oh. Well cool. Let's call it nine then. Let sleeping beauty get his rest huh?" Kirby teases, walks past Gator and kicks at his foot.

"Stop that. I'm trying to run a respectable business here." Kirby admonishes, Gator kicks back, Kirby dodges him, quick on their feet. Gator laughs when he nearly spills his cherry coke, his feet immediately tangling together after the smooth dodge.

"Alright. Nine it is." Gator bites his lip.

"You don't swim while you're high do you?" He asks, rubbing at the back of his neck again, eyes landing on Kirby briefly and then darting away again.

"Awww. You worried about me Deputy?" Kirby tilts their head, bats his eyelashes, his hand on his chest over his heart. Gator flushes a nice shade of pink and snorts, sniffs, wipes at his nose with an eyeroll.

"No. Just seein if I need to be prepared to carry your body out of a lake when you drown is all." Gator says, easy, still doesn't look at Kirby. He hasn't lately. Been looking at him. Won't meet their eye after he'd showed back up.

Ignoring Kirby for weeks. Until Kirby figured it out. Made a peace offering. And it worked. He understood now. He got it. Why Gator had run away. Kirby's beautiful , straight, deputy friend, was having some not so straight feelings about him. Or thoughts. Maybe thoughts and feelings. Kirby didn't mind either way. But he wouldn't push.

He'd just hidden a small stash of his best stuff in Gator's truck. Shot him a text. And hoped for the best. The best was Gator showing up a week later. Needing more weed, and not meeting Kirby's eyes. But he was here. And still joking around like they used too. So Kirby shoved down his own feelings, gave Gator cheap prices on good weed, and invited him to the fucking lake.

Kirby shakes his head, pulling themself from their thoughts.

"Won't be my body in the lake man. I'm a great swimmer." He says, immediately almost tripping over a stray peice of junk on the ground.

"Shit. That came outta nowhere." He huffs, finishes his cherry coke and tosses his can up into the air, aiming for the old, rusty, fifty gallon drum he uses as a trashcan. The can hits the rim and flips off to the side. Kirby huffs. Gator laughs.

"Right." He says, voice flat as he picks the can up, steps back a few feet and tosses it toward the can, it goes directly in, not even close to hitting the sides.

"Show off." Kirby mutters, glaring at him. Gator laughs again, loud and bright. And Kirby missed that. Shakes his head and pushes the thought away.

"So nine. Tuesday." Gator says, pointing at Kirby.

"Nine. Tuesday." Kirby echoes, pointing back. Smiling a goofy smile when Gator actually meets their eyes. Gator smiles back before waving and heading down the drive to his truck. Kirby waves after him, feeling giddy and light. And half not believing that Gator said yes.

They do a little happy spin, nearly tripping again as they do, hands slamming down on the tailgate Gator had been sat on. Kirby shakes his head at himself, rubs his hand over his hair, and rushes inside to take a shower.

They fall into bed that night nearly vibrating, knowing they wouldn't sleep well. Too excited for a silly little trip to the lake.

~°~

The trip goes surprisingly well. Gator shows up at eight thirty despite his previous protests. Kirby drives them down. They grab breakfast on the way and by the time they reach the lake the sun is high and warm.

Both of them run for the lake immediately, tossing their clothes this way that, ending up in just their swim trucks, Gator laughing as Kirby shrieks and jumps of the small dock into the water.

Kirby's not sure how long they swim for. Just knows the sun moves across the sky as they talk and splash and shove each other underwater. They eat lunch. Sit in the back of Kirby's old van, their nest of pillows and blankets warm in the summer heat, but it's shady, and far enough from the water that the bugs leave them alone.

They're sitting on the dock when Gator asks,

"You really don't fish?"

Kirby makes a gagging sound, pretends to puke over the side of the dock.

"No way. Not for me." They shake their head. Gator nods. Seems to think about something.

"You don't hunt either I take it." He asks, one eye srunched against the sun as he looks at Kirby, his softened hair falling into his face. Kirby's scrunched face is all the answer he needs, he laughs, holds his hands up in surrender.

"Alright. Alright. Just askin." He sounds judgmental, but he's smiling soflty, looking into his lap.

"Do you like hunting?" Kirby asks, head tilting.

"I'm good at it." Gator says immediately. Kirby smiles, bumps their shoulder into Gator's, his skin, warm from the sun, still makes Kirby shiver.

"Yeah but do you like it?" Kirby repeats, kicking his feet in the water, he watches Gator's reflection shimmer and then looks at him. He's frowning, like he's thinking, Kirby waits.

"I- I dunno. I just..." he trails off. Huffs. Tries again.

"It makes me feel... accomplished. Cuz I'm good at it. It's something I do well." He says slowly, like he's feeling it out.

"But it's not just that. Hunting deer's the best. Because we use it. As much of it as we can. The meat. The hide. The bones. Ya know? I have this summer sausage recipe that just, fuck, it melts in your mouth." Gator looks at him, face all smooshed up and scrunched, party from the sun, partly like he thinks Kirby's gonna judge him.

"You make the summer sausage yourself?" Is all Kirby says, genuinely curious. And they know it's the right thing to say when Gator perks up, nods excitedly.

"Yeah. And we pair it with this cheese Karen makes and it's like, god, I can't even describe it. You gotta try it though." Gator bumps Kirby's shoulder with his.

"I don't have to like... be there for the hunting? Or the cleaning? Or any other terrifyingly gross animal killing ritual that you get up to before the food is made?" Kirby asks, their face all scrunched up now too, seconds away from adding a gag but Gator laughs again, really laughs, his head thrown back, the sweet sound rolling out over the water like the ripples their feet are making.

"It's not a ritual. We're not sacrificing animals." Gator scoffs once he's stopped laughing 

"Aren't you though?" Kirby asks, voice low and disbelieving. Gator rolls his eyes.

"Seriously though. I'd love to try it." Kirby says, bumping their shoulders again as he sways side to side.

"Okay. I'll bring you some next time I come over." Gator says, his voice small, he sounds almost shy.

"Looking forward to some of your famous sacrificial sausage." Kirby nods, Gator growls at him playfully and shoves him into the water. Kirby comes up screeching, Gator throws himself in after them, both of them sinking under together, the water cool on their sun kissed skin.

~°~

Gator walks him to his door. He didn't have too, Kirby had parked next to his truck so he could just, head home. But he walks them up the drive, lingers on the doorstep. Kirby's chest is tight as he watches Gator sway from foot to foot, eyes on the ground, hands in his pockets.

"Thanks for comin with me today. I hope- ya know, I hope it was a nice day off for you." Kirby says, shoulders jumping and then settling as they linger by their door.

"It was nice." Gator says, voice quite. Eyes on the ground.

"Good. That's... good." Kirby lickes his lips, he doesn't wanna go inside yet, doesn't want the day to end. Even though the sun has been gone for hours now, the day has ended, but this hasn't, whatever it is. He looks up to the night sky, craning his neck to look for his favorite stars.

"Kirby?" It's barley a whisper.

"Yeah?" Kirby's head snaps back down, eyes on Gator immediately, and finds him looking back. And then he's leaning forward. A soft press of lips to his cheek. Gator's skin is warm against theirs, his lips a little wet, like he'd licked them nervously before making his decision.

He's gone as fast as it happened. Taking a few steps away.

"It was really nice." His voice is strained, Kirby wants to reach out to him. Can see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. But he doesn't, knows it will just scare him away.

"The nicest day I've had in awhile. And I-" his voice catches in his throat. Kirby frowns, watch him swallow with difficulty.

"I want- with you. But I-" Gator frowns now, his hands shaking at his sides, he clocks Kirby eyeing them and shoves them into his pockets roughly. 

"I don't think- I mean-" he groans, low, frustrated, tilts his head back, turns away from Kirby and wipes at his face.

"It's okay." Kirby says, wraps their arms around their middle. Gator turns back to them.

"What?" He asks, lip wobbling, he digs his teeth in.

"It's okay. To want that. Ya know. But I understand. I mean I know- I know who your dad is and I get it. I understand." He nods, licks his lips, clears his throat.

"You can't. And that's okay. Ya know? I'll be here. For whatever. Anything you need." He takes a deep breath, looks to the sky again for a moment, lets Gator have a second to himself before looking back to him.

"Weed. A friend. Just a place to fuck around and not be under anyones thumb for awhile. A shoulder to cry manly tears on. I'll be here. For you. Just, whenever." Kirby shrugs, their throat feeling tight, even through the small tease, or maybe because of it.

Gator stares at them, for a long time. And then he's stomping forward, determined. He grabs the front of Kirby's shirt and tugs, pulls them to his chest, their lips pressed together firmly, for just a moment, before he pulls back, forhead resting against Kirby's, his eyes still closed from the kiss.

"I had the best fucking day with you." He whispers, tugs on Kirby's shirt again, desperate, and then he's gone.

"Me too." Kirby breathes, a whisper in the dark. Kirby blinks the tears away, his fingers pressing to his trembling lips as he listens to Gator's footsteps disappear into the dark.

They stand there for a long time, long after Gator's truck has driven away. Kirby stands on his doorstep, fingers pressed to his lips, and looks up at the stars, their eyes finding their favorites with ease. Two stars, directly above them, nestled next to each other, the mirror image of the freckles gracing Gator's cheek. They light the sky above his house as he finally goes inside. His chest trying to fight off the spark of hope threatening to ignite, theatening to set that feral thing in his chest on fire.

Kirby falls into bed, looks out the window and closes his eyes, presses his lips gently to the inside of his arm, and let's it burn.

[starprincessart]

Snapchats from the Monastery - Part 1

not on my watch

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Everyone's favorite monkey boy and chameleon girl. After a party together they wake up in each others arms

Sun groaned as he felt himself wake up from his peaceful sleep. He felt covers on top of him, but a less soft carpet beneath him. With a slight struggle, Sun managed to get the willpower to open his eyes. However, rays of sunlight shining through the nearby window decided it wanted Sun to be more miserable.

Sun shut his eyes again with a groan and opened them again when he was looking the other way. The sight on that side of him wasn’t any less shocking, making Sun take in a sharp, high pitched breath.

The chameleon faunus Ilia was hugging onto his side. Why? What happened last night!? He hadn’t had that much alcohol, so he couldn’t have been that drunk to the point of blacking out. After a quick glance, Sun saw that they were thankfully both still fully clothed. Sun decided to think about his situation later when he wasn’t coiled in the arms of a girl that didn’t necessarily like him. Sun slowly shifted his body away from the girl next to him.

That maneuver was immediately put to death. Ilia instinctively pulled Sun back into her side, her arms snugly wrapped around his waist. She mumbled into the pillow they’d been sharing, “Nooooo. Stay…”

Sun froze completely after hearing her say that. She obviously didn’t know it was him right!? Otherwise she would never have said that! Well either way, she was awake, so sneaking away was going to be much harder for Sun. He quickly went with the first idea he had for an escape plan.

Sun bit his tongue a bit and worked his tail up and around the both of them, then lightly brushed Ilia’s arms, trying to get her to shift her grip. That failed spectacularly, as she only shuffled her whole body a bit, so he went for the next target he saw. Sun moved his tail to the new location and gently flicked it side to side on the girl’s nose. It got a reaction almost immediately.

Just not the one he wanted.

Ilia grumbled and pulled her head away from the annoying sensation on her nose. Then her eyelids opened with a cute flutter. She looked to see what had touched her nose, and her normal gray eyes met Sun’s dark blue. 

The two stared at each other for a good 10 seconds in silence. Both in shock, though Sun had some horror/fear mixed in with it. Neither of them said anything, nor did they pull away.

Slowly, Ilia lowered her head back down onto the pillow and looked anywhere but at Sun. “G-guess I forgot about last night…”

Sun was still motionless, but spoke. “D-did we…. do anything…?”

Ilia shook her head on the pillow. “N-no… when the party was going pretty hard you gathered a ton of people around and tried to jump over your own leg like a jump rope. You landed on your head… and knocked yourself out.”

“O-oh…“

Ilia’s blush matched Sun’s. “Yeah…”

More silence came between them… then brought up another question he had. “S-so why are you here then?”

Ilia refused to look up at him at all. “W-well someone had to watch over you. Some others wanted to do some things to mess with you.”

Sun’s eyes widened a little more with that. “Aaaah… thanks. I’m glad I don’t have some chodes on my face now at least……. But why are you sleeping with me?”

“……It was cold…”

Sun accepted that answer as the best he would get. He could see she was just as embarrassed as he was. He instead asked his last question. “D-doooo you wanna let me go now?”

Ilia’s grip on him didn’t lessen. The girl swallowed and slowly stuttered out, “C-c-can I have f-five more minutes?”

Sun didn’t respond in any way verbally, but did ease back down next to her and back under the covers. His face was still completely stunned and Ilia was still blushing up a storm, but they stayed together there on the floor together for a few more minutes together, still in each other’s arms.

Here you go @razorblade180! I’m not used to writing this ship so it wasn’t great, but I hope this was still a decent start to some Sunshower fluff from me!

[cant-think-of-a-username]

Hi!! I have never gotten this before so I thought it would be super cool to ask for one ahah

may i be matched to a haikyuu character? 🥺 thank you!! <3

Pronouns: she/her

Gender Preference: male

MBTI Type: I just took it for the 1000th time a few days ago and got INFP-T (but I would tend to also get ISFP dsfkjs)

Astrology Placements: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, Sagittarius Venus, Pisces Mars (if it helps)

Physical Description: long straight black hair that reaches the middle of my back, dark brown eyes (that apparently makes me look like i have eyeliner sometimes) with long thick black eyelashes, light-medium neutral skin, 5'5", i apparently have long legs, thick thighs, cute butt (LMAO im just listing wut ppl have described of me too sdfkj), soft hands with quite long fingers, pretty basic body i would say sdfjhsd, and i apparently make things look expensive (i love fashion) i would say the best way to describe what i wear is probably (dark) academia but i like just wearing whatever i like--i don't like to limit myself to a certain aesthetic.

Personality Description: with new people/in first meeting, i tend to be quiet or generally don't speak much but once i warm up to you, im a really playful person or at least i really enjoy acting that way.

im honest but i should remember that my words can cut sometimes (rip), ive been described to be incredibly kind (sdfkh)... maybe because i tend to put so much energy and effort and time into other people or my relationships (friends, family, literally anyone that comes into contact with me for a decent amount of time)

i tend to act or do things according to how i feel but despite having that trait of mine or having that inclination, i can still very much be realistic. as i act according to how i feel, i have been described to act younger than my age and i doooo and i aint gonna deny it pfftt ima OWn That sHiT

i have no problem with acting like a child. i love rain, i love water, i love the ocean, i love cafes or the smell of coffee, i love the smell of fresh laundry and feeling the warm fabric (caused by drying in the sun or from a dryer lmfao) of whatever it may be (clothes, bedsheets) on my fingertips..

i love self development or just trying to be better and combined with me loving or liking a lot of different things, i try a lot of things--therefore not really becoming a master at anything dkjfhfsd. and because of that.. (i think) because i try a lot, putting quite a bit of effort into my.. goals (i have perfectionistic and overachieving tendencies) i guess.. when it fails (ofc) im incredibly disappointed, and become pretty... fucking sad hhh and when that happens.. i start to become more lazy/complacent 🤡

..bonus (if u wanna sprinkle some "angst" i guess LMAOO): i overthink a lot (so i start to have difficulty making smarter decisions or thinking of strategies to solve my problems + i still have a sprinkle of self-esteem issues of course... feeling incredibly incompetent is not foreign to me) so i could exaggerate my troubles or make a problem out of nothing 😶, im quite emotional, i have the "dismissive avoidant" attachment style, feeling hopeless quite often aint foreign to me either 😭

bonusbonus: (wow dont i love talking about myself? sdfknsd) i love corgis

Hobbies: dancing, witchcraft, astrology, divination, spirituality, reading fan fiction (LMAOOOO), reading visual novels/playing otome games, painting, drawing, looking into psychology in some type of manner, netflix, swimming, watching anime i guess, trying new things, learning something (new)

Ideal Date: tbh going to a concert of an artist we both enjoy, an arcade or an amusement park (im like a scaredy cat but im almost 100% sure im more likely to go for the “scary” rides if i was with someone i enjoyed hanging out with anyway), probably going on a tropical vacation (cus, beach anddd water activities), water amusement park !!

A Must Have in my Partner: they have to be okay with me pursuing my goals lol; i already have a problem with putting too much energy into others that i dont get to direct that energy onto myself.. so someone who has my best interest in mind + being considerate of me (because.. of that dismissive avoidant attachment style i would say--im just saying this because its the best that i can describe it) and they should be okay with my childlike actions/tendencies lol (like... they shouldnt be repulsed or something like that--that they treat me unpleasantly because of it or something) (oops i just realized thats more than one when u asked just.. one)

extra information: a short drabble would be amazing !!

sorry this was pretty messy and i pretty much just babbled LMAOO

but again, if ever you get to do this (or even if u dont..)

thank you so much!!!

i hope you have an amazing rest of your day hihi <3

sorry it took me a while ! i was just really busy lately and barely got time to write 😅

hope u enjoyy :)

I ship you with..

Nishinoya Yuu !!

- You are the most gorgeous person he knows ;)

- he literally shamelessly approached u the moment he laid eyes on u

- even with ur somewhat quiet first impression, he never gave up making u eventually warm up to him

- doesn’t really mind brute honesty, in fact he thinks of it as a form of bravery

- he also loves seeing your childish side since he himself has one too

- wanna dance around in the rain ?? he will 100% join u !!

- he loves how determined u are to get better and will constantly tell u how proud of you he is for it

- even if things dont go ur way sometimes he will comfort u and tell u that its completely normal to fail sometimes

- there is no overthinking on his watch !

- noya knows how bad it feels and that u definitely deserve a little break but he wont let u laze around too much, trying to help u get back up on ur feet and regain ur confidence is something he never fails to do

- he loves watching u do what u love and is always willing to join u (not that he is always fully understanding of what he is doing)

BONUS :

Cheering you up on a bad day..

You were getting frustrated trying to fix a mistake you made on one of your paintings. You let out a loud groan hiding your face in your hands in exhaustion, finally giving up. Hearing a loud knock on your door, you tell whoever is outside to come in. “HEY, HOW WAS YOUR- ....day ?” noya looks at you with concern in his eyes. “are you okay ?” “yeah i’m fine, its just that this painting won’t look right no matter what i do” you sigh.“maybe i should just throw it away” “you are not gonna throw it away” he says, his tone completely different from before, more serious in fact. “you might just be tired now, so don’t you dare give up now. you can always try again tomorrow” he says walking towards you and holding your hands in his, a little smile forming on his face. “how about you take a break for now ? the sun is really warm and it’s still early; wanna go swimming ?” You look a little unsure. “you still haven’t used that corgi beach towel i got you” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You chuckle at that, proceeding to look him in the eyes with a small grin forming on you face, “sounds like a plan”...

[littlemissagrafina]

Comfortember Day 20. Movie Night

Wrong Leavers and Pizza Boxes

@comfortember

I had the opportunity to use a really fun roleplay that I did with my best friend for this one! Thank you my darling @iambambistark for letting me use our work! I love you 3000🥺💛🌻

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Peter practically bounced into the common room of the compound, looking for his mentor. The older man had  promised that today would finally be their movie night and Peter was going to make him stick to it whether Tony wanted to or not.

Peter couldn’t help the smirk at his thoughts as he finally found Mr Stark, his body practically vibrating in excitement.

“Mr Stark! Are you ready for movie night?!”

Tony watched in amusement as Peter basically vibrated in place from his excitement. I wish I knew where he got the energy from because Thor knows I need some of it, Tony thought.

"Hey kid!" He smiled at Peter as he got up from his place on the couch to give him a hello hug. "I'm definitely ready. Are we doing Disney tonight again?" He asked with a soft smile.

Peter beamed when Tonh didn’t say that he couldn’t do movie night, yet again. He has way too many meetings, I veto meetings. Peter thought to himself.

“Of course! Would it really be movie night if we didn’t watch Disney! I want something funny though, too many Disney movies are sad.” There’s nothing better than laughing with Mr. Stark at a Disney movie.

Tony felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest. This kid always seemed to be able to make him smile and laugh. "Of course! How could I make the mistake of insinuating a movie night without Disney. It would be criminal!" Tony smirked at the teen.

The billionaire was glad that he had the chance to joke with him like this. He'd been swamped with meetings and conferences that couldn't be put off as much as he wanted to. It had led to a few lab days being cut short and cancelled movie nights, which Tony made sure to complain about to Pepper and Rhodey.

"Do you want to order take out or just grab some snacks from the kitchen?"

“Hmm, well, if we only do one movie then snacks are good, but if we do multiple movies then I think take out would be good. How many movies will we doooo?” Peter drew out the last word. He hoped Tony would say that they could watch multiple movies, but he was just thankful Tony was available to spend time with him at all.

"What are May's shifts like this weekend?" Tony asked Peter, a plan already being thought out in his head. "Because if she is busy at the hospital and fine with you staying the weekend again then we can binge a few movies and get take out." Tony tried to keep the eagerness at spending more time with Peter from his expression. He knew it probably didn't matter at this point but he still had a slight reputation to uphold.

Can't let the world know that Iron Man goes soft because of a spider kid who is literally a puppy in human form. Oh who am I kidding. It's too late I might as well roll with it at this point.

Peter somehow smiled even bigger upon seeing her smile, “Mays gonna be out, she’s been picking up a lot of extra shifts lately.” He said, his smile drooping a bit. No I can’t make this sad I can’t ruin our night being sad , Peter changed subjects, “I can text her real quick to double check I can spend the night! I’m sure I can though,” The smile came back to his face. He pulled out his phone, and asked May if he could stay the night, surprisingly she responded pretty quickly.

She must be on break. She already expected my question though, and allowed me to stay, but warned me not to make Mr. Stark lose even more sleep than normal. Looking back up at his mentor, Peter was pretty much bouncing again in excitement. “She said I could stay! If you still want me, I mean, like if you still want me to spend the night. Anyway, what are we gonna get for take out?”

Tony huffed out a laugh at the rapid action and conversation shifts that Peter was prone to. The man could tell that Peter had been a little sad about May being more busy with work but trying to hide it. Tony pulled the teen into another hug and rested his chin on his head.

"I'm sorry she's been working more shifts, kid." He muttered knowing he would hear it clearly because of his enhanced hearing.

Tony shifted away gently and smiled at Peter before dropping the subject. "Since we had Thai last week, what about pizza or Chinese?" He asked as he turned back towards the couch, making a slight detour to grab the big blanket they liked to use for movie nights before dropping down to sit on the couch. "You can choose whatever." He continued as he shifted into the corner slightly so Peter could squeeze in snuggly next to him the way they both knew he liked to.

Though part of Peter was disappointed when Tony pulled away from the hug, the comfort still meant the world to him. It still amazes Peter sometimes how Tony can always tell his emotions even when he tried to hide them.

The teen followed the older man to the couch like a puppy, “Pizza sounds good. Is that okay with you?” He asked, sitting down, snuggling into Tony. At this point Peter knew Tony didn't actually mind his craving for physical affection.

Peter moved the blanket so it covered them both nice and cozily. God what did I do to deserve such an amazing dad- I mean mentor. An amazing mentor. He could feel the blush start to rise to his cheeks before he could stop it. Dammit, he didn’t even say it out loud! Peter hid the blush by snuggling into Mr Stark more.

"Pizza is perfect, kid." Tony grinned at him when he snuggled into his side and shifted a hand to run it through his curls. How he always has such soft hair I'll never know.  

"What movie do you wanna watch? You said a happier one right? What about Brave, Moana, Tangled, Emperor's New Groove?" Tony was slightly surprised that he could actually list the movies. It seemed that he would always remember something as long as it related to Peter Parker

“Mm” Peter hummed in comfort as Tony held him close, running his fingers through his hair. How a guy who always works with his hands can be so gentle and comfortable beats me but I will always relish in it .

Peter smiled when he heard how many movies Tony knew. A few months ago the man wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between Moana and Brave and now he actually knew different movies. It made Peter feel warm inside. “Why don’t we start with Emperors New Groove, it’s the funniest I think. Then after that you pick.”

I wish it could be like this all the time, if May and I could move here and be with Mr Stark and Miss Potts and all the avengers, I would be the happiest person in the world. But no use wishing for things that’ll never happen, I need to just relish in this moment. This happiness.  

“What kinda pizza do you want?” Peter asked, trying to move away from his thoughts.

"Good choice." Tony smiled. Emperor's New Groove was one of his favourites.

He gently combed his fingers through when they snagged on a knot in Peter's hair as he contemplated on what pizza he wanted. "I think I want plain cheese pizza. Maybe get a pepperoni for later on so Pep can grab something when she gets home. What do you want?" Tony asked the teen back.

Unknowingly, he echoed Peter's own thoughts from moments before. Je wished that it could be like this all the time, just them together and doing what they enjoy. That Peter and May lived with him and Pepper.

He could picture evenings like this, waiting for Pepper and May to get back from work and them joining in on their movie nights would be amazing. Rhodey, Happy and the rest of the team joining from time to time too.

Peter winced when Tony tried to get a particularly stubborn knot out of his curls, but Tony gently rubbed over the sensitive part, making it all better.

“Pepperoni for Pepper,” The teen giggled, "Pep for Pep.”

Tony laughed at the name pun. "Yeah, it's her favourite pizza type. I find it hilarious."

It would be so nice if Pepper could join us too, she’s like my second mom, well second to Aunt May who pretty much is my mom.

“Cheese sounds good to me. But we might not be able to share with my metabolism.” Peter felt bad to hinder the man, not wanting to waste his money. "But it’s okay! I’m happy to share if you wanna.”

I can’t be a bother to him, I should be grateful enough he’s letting me spend the night.

Tony frowned  slightly at Peter's comment about sharing the pizza. Luckily Peter didn't see it because of the position of his head. "Don't worry about it at all, Roo." Tony reassured him. "I asked FRIDAY to always add to your orders so that you have enough to fill you and have leftovers."

Before Peter could speak, Tony carried on. "And you don't have to worry about it being an inconvenience either since I did the same for Steve and Bucky because they have similar enhanced metabolisms to you."

Tony had a sudden idea. A stroke of genius on his part if he did say so himself. "We should make our own pizza sometime again. Maybe don't tell Pepper though. She still has me banned from the kitchen." Tony smirked. "Buuuut she didn't ban me from the communal one!"

He always manages to make me smile when he calls me Roo, always reminds me of Winnie the Pooh with his friends Kanga and Roo. How does he always know what I’m thinking? He knew I felt like an inconvenience even without me saying it, and they call Wanda the mind reader.  

“That would be SO fun to make our own pizza! But I can’t promise I can keep us from being banned from the communal kitchen,” Peter laughed. How could one even be banned from one's own kitchen? The thought made him giggle harder.

Tony laughed as well when he saw the amused curiosity on Peter's face. "I may or may not have accidentally blown up the toaster while I was making Pepper an omelette. And no I don't know how because I wasn't even making toast!" He explained knowing that the kid was curious about it.

"But, in my defence, I hadn't slept for a few days so the file not found error was bouncing around in my brain a lot. It was a disaster at the time but now it's just plain funny."

Yeah yeah, Tony thought to himself, I was a walking disaster but it has gotten a lot better since I've been trying to be a good role model and influence for the spider baby. Take that, toaster.

Peter couldn't stifle his laughter at the ridiculous story, he wanted to ask how Tony could manage to do that but knew that he was prone to even more ridiculous disasters himself.

“It’s definitely funny,” He laughed. “For tonight we should probably stick to ordering out though,” He kept giggling. How does he always manage to make me so happy?  

"That would definitely be for the best, kid." Tony smirked "No messed up appliances or kitchens tonight." This kid was amazing. How he always amuses me and makes me smile is something I'll never know. I just know I like it. Pep and Rhodey can laugh all they want but I'm so here for this super dad/mentor thing I have going.

“When are we gonna order?” Said kid asked.

"We can order now if you want? If you get hungry later we can just heat up some of the extras."

He knows me too well, it still surprises me sometimes that he’s so accepting of my stupidly ridiculous metabolism. I never told him I don’t eat enough at home, the amount of food I need is just too much money to ask May to buy, yet somehow he just knows to make sure I always have more than enough food. He really is better than I could ever ask for...

“Sounds good! Wanna start the movie now or once the pizza gets here?” Realising just how many questions he seemed to be asking, Peter cringed inwardly. I hope he doesn’t get annoyed by my endless questions.

"I'm about ready to eat anyway so I'm sure you are more than ready for some cheesy goodness considering that metabolism of yours." Tony answered him. "Now, what pizza do you want?"

“I’ll eat anything, get whatever,” Peter smiled. Even though he ate before he came over, his stomach was already getting that hollow feeling.

I just need to eat something, I don’t care what. Is this annoying? Me needing so much? I ask so much of him, I text way too much, always want to come over, and practically invited myself over for a sleepover. What if he gets sick of me? Should I ask?

Tony was about to ask if the plain cheese with a few other flavours for the others would be okay when he practically felt Peter's mood shift.

“Mr Stark,” Peter began but changed his mind. It would be stupid to ask, if he wasn’t thinking about me being a nuisance before then I’ll just put the thought in his head and neither of us need that .

"Yeah kid?"

“Nevermind.” Peter mumbled, shifting to bury his head in the man's shoulder. Why am I so stupid?

Tony nudged him, trying to encourage Peter to talk but the life just shrugged his it away and burrowed into the man's shoulder and side.

"You okay?" Tony asked in concern, bringing a hand back up to his head and smoothed some stray curls away. Tony lifted his chin so I could look at him properly. "You can ask and say whatever you want, kiddo."

If I let myself, I could just break open. I could just spill out every bit of emotion I’ve been suppressing my whole life. But I can’t, I shouldn’t, it’s crazy to think he’s sick of me, right? He wouldn’t have invited me to spend the night if he was sick of me, and he wouldn’t be holding me like this if he couldn’t stand me. Peter thought.

Peter pulled away from Tony's hand on his chin. Pressing his face back into his shoulder, he mumbled, “S nothing.” It was a feeble attempt and even Peter knew that it wouldn't suffice. “Just dumb thoughts.” He finished.

I get a lot of dumb thoughts for someone Mr Stark says is so smart.

Tony seeing that Peter was at war with himself for saying anything. Sadly, he knew what it felt to second guess yourself like that all too well. He hated that Peter had to feel it too.

Tony let Peter press his face back against him, knowing it was so much easier than the vulnerability that eye contact brought.

"It might be nothing or something you think dumb, but wouldn't it be nice to say it anyway? What's going on up here, Bambino?" He murmured gently to his kid, tracing a finger over his temple.

Despite feeling that his mind was being all dumb, the silly and sweet nickname still gave Peter the slightest smile. Though I know he has a point and I trust he knows what he’s talking about, it’s not so easy just to be honest and open. Maybe if I just say part of it then it would satisfy him, but not maybe me too vulnerable .

“Do you ever get sick of me?” Peter whispered. Since he was still cuddling close to him, Peter wasn’t sure if Tony could even hear him, but he didn’t dare repeat the stupid question. Why do I always have to ruin the mood? I picked a funny movie so we could be happy and I ruined it before we even had a chance to start.

When Peter asked him if he ever got sick of him, Tony felt like his whole body froze. Like he was a tv in the middle of a show that had been unplugged suddenly. "Oh, Tesoro. No! I don't get sick of you." Tony decided to let himself be fully open with his kid. It was hard but he made it easier, brought out a trust in Tony that he didn't know he had. "I couldn't get sick of you if I tried. I always miss you when you aren't around and talking my ear off about Star Wars and Ned, or a puppy you saw on patrol, or the latest food that May attempted only to burn."

He pressed a kiss on the top of his head. "Everything is too quiet when you aren't around. The silence used to be normal but now it bores me and makes me lonely sometimes. I always look forward to the time we spend together and the messages we send to each other. I don't get sick of you, I get the opposite. Unsick? I dunno what the word would be but that's what I'm trying to say here." Tony finished. He wrapped both of arms around Peter and pulled him close. They both always needed these easy hugs from each other

While Tony spoke, Peter found himself blinking back the tears from his eyes. God, he hoped everything he was saying was true.

Peter wrapped his arms around his neck, holding as close as he could to his dad. He didn’t try to correct himself to mentor instead of dad. “‘M unsick of you too.” Peter said into his chest as he hugged him.

Tony couldn't stop the sudden burst of laughter when Peter said he was unsick of hom too. The laugh may have slightly stuck his throat from the rush of affection but that was neither here nor there.

"I love you, bud. So so much. You're my spidey kid." Tony mumbled, resting his cheek on his head, never letting him slip from his place in his arms. Peter hugs are the best

Peter thought his cheeks would catch on fire from how red they were when he said it. “I love you too Da- Mr Stark.” Hopefully he missed that little slip up, I don’t need any more vulnerability today. Peter thought.

Trying to distract him, Peter joked, “And I’m not a kid, I’m a spider man! ” He insisted with a nervous smile.

Tony smiled also at his slip up but didn't comment on it. He could see that Peter was at his limit, especially after he used a joke to deflect. "Nah, you're a spider baby. Ask anyone, May, Pepper, Rhodey. Heck, even FRIDAY."

Just don't ask Karen, Tony thought to himself. That AI was endearingly loyal to Peter.

"Since FRI ordered for us, the pizzas should be here soon. Do you want to start the movie now or wait for it to arrive?"

Peter stayed cuddled up with him, soaking in the comfort. “If ‘m a spider baby then you’re an old iron man.” Even though he knew it was a lame come back, Peter was suddenly too tired to care. Opening up had exhausted him and he couldn't be bothered to think anymore. “Can we start the movie now?” He asked, wanting to focus on something more light hearted, “That okay?”

Tony gasped in faux shock. "How could you betray me like this!?" He dramatically put a hand over his forehead. "I am not old! I am the very picture and essence of youth! I am appalled that you would ever suggest otherwise!" He exaggerated as he poked Peter in the side.

"But, moving on from your treachery, we can start the movie. Do you want a pillow or anything or are you comfortable where you are?" Tony arched a brow at him in amusement at how cuddled Peter was into his side.

Peter smiled at Tony's antics. The fact that he wants to get Peter to laugh makes him smile even bigger. I could never deserve someone so wonderful and kind and caring and loving as him as my mentor.  

“Mm” Peter thought, but just the idea of moving from his comfort made his chest tighten uncomfortably, “No you’re comfyyyy” He drew out the word, stating right where he was. Though he did shift a bit so he could see the tv better.

"Well I'm so glad I make such a good pillow then." Tony chuckled and fixed the blanket that had fallen slightly when Peter shifted. "I can add personal pillow to my various monikers now. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist, and personal pillow. Oh, and irondad as Rhodey so affectionately dubbed me." He smiled softly down at Peter and rested his cheek on his fluffy curls.

Peter giggled at that, “if you're my iron dad, then am I your spider-son?”

“Cuz then I know what to put on the Father’s Day card this year,” Peter hoped Tony could feel his smirk even if he couldn’t see it as he faced the tv.

"It works. We can coin it. It'll drive Rhodey insane that he can't use it to annoy us." Tony smirked back.

"FRI, play Emperor's New Groove please?" The only response was the lights being dimmed and the beginning of the movie playing on the tv screen.

Once the movie started Peter asked, “oh! Who’s your favorite character?”

"Kronk. He's a lovable oaf and kinda reminds me of Thor. And you, piccolo ragno?" 

“I love kronk too,” The teen said in approval. Not stopping the smile at Tony's nickname for him. The world would end if he ever ran out of nicknames for me.  

Only a few minutes into the film, Friday announced that the pizza was here. When Peter I felt Tony shift to get up to get it, he started whining not caring how childish he sounded. “Noo stayyyyy.” He grabbed onto his shirt so that his ‘pillow’ wouldn’t leave.

"Nooo, sustenance." Tony whined back as he chuckled. How Peter simultaneously brings out my dad side as well as my childish side I'll never know.

Tony didn't bother letting Peter go as he got up from the couch. He just hefted him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and walked to the elevator to grab the pizza.

It still surprised Peter at times that Tony could carry him around like he was just a little kid. I mean I can’t weigh that little right? Maybe it has something to do with my powers.

Inside the elevator there was a compartment that had been added so that the various take out delivery people placed the food in so that they didn't have to deal with the stammering and gawking. It got old after the first six times that it resulted in cold food.

Tony dropped Peter gently to the ground and gave him some of the pizza boxes to carry. Eight pizzas were a little difficult to carry alone.

Peter easily took the pizzas, relishing in the delicious smell as they brought the boxes back over to the couch and placed them on the coffee table in front of it. No use bringing it to the kitchen when they both know they'll just be eating on the couch anyway.

The teen put them down, checking the labels for Tony's pizza before handing him the box. He sat down next to him, once again putting the large blanket over their laps. “Is there a specific one for me or any?” Peter asked, not remembering if he had asked for a specific  order or not.

"Nah there isn't really. Although I did get you at least one or two that are plain cheese because I know you like that. Otherwise I just had FRIDAY order the kinds we both like so grab whatever." Tony answered as opened his box and passed Peter a napkin when he grabbed one for himself.

“Okie dokie,” Peter grabbed a box at random, opening it up to discover pineapple pizza, “yum,”He smiled and leaned back into the couch, not sure whether it would be weird to cuddle so close to Tony again after being so openly clingy.

Tony pouted dramatically when he saw the pineapple. "I forgot that you and Rhodey have the ability to eat fruit on pizza. It's not right. I can feel  disturbance in the force." He bumped Peter with his shoulder and shifted so that they were sitting close, knees bumping as well as their elbows occasionally when they took a bite from their pizzas.

Peter smiled when he shifted closer. Somehow he just knows I want to be close even without me having to say it. It still astounds me sometimes how close we’ve gotten. He really is like a dad to me... my iron dad. That thought made him smile more as he went onto the next piece of pizza.

After a few moments of silence Tony saw Peter smirk at him, taking a dramatically large bite of the (in his opinion) delicious pizza. “It’s criminal that you don’t like pineapple pizza, it’s clearly the best.”

"What's criminal is that you think pineapple pizza is the best. I shall never accept it. It's a felony." Tony gestured at him with the slice in his hand. He wiped the grease from his fingers with a napkin before nudging the kid. "I'm gonna grab something to drink, do you want anything? There's coke, juice, milk, lemonade, and probably a few other things."

“Mm," Peter thought over the options, "Can I have juice por favor? Do you have orange juice?” He asked, watching Tony throw the part of the blanket that was on him onto Peter's, suffocating him in warmth. I could follow him, so we can keep talking. No no that’s weird, I should stay here.

"Yup sure do. One coke for me and orange for you coming up." Tony darted into the kitchen hoping his hurry to get back to the couch wasn't too obvious. He grabbed their drinks, and darted back, plopping down heavily next to Peter, careful not to spill anything, and passed him his juice.

Tony wriggled around to get comfortable before grabbing the last slice of his pizza. He finished it and wiped his hands again before relaxing back into the couch, coke in hand.

Peter mumbled a thank you with a smile when he was handed the glass. He had to refrain from chugging down the whole glass of orange juice. It wasn't like he would get sick from drinking too quickly but he didn't want to make Tony have to get up again.

He easily went through one entire pizza but stopped himself from grabbing a second pizza, he didn't want to be rude and eat too much of the food.

Tony finished his coke and put the glass on the coffee table. AsIhe did, he noticed Peter's half full glass and empty pizza box. "Have more pizza if you want, kid. I know that one isn't nearly enough for your metabolism." The man grinned reassuringly. "And you can have as much juice as you want as well." He leant forward and grabbed another random pizza and passed Peter the box in hope that he would take the invitation and eat and drink his full.

Peter, after only a moment of hesitation, happily took the pizza box and practically inhaled the first slice. God this pizza is so good.  

Between pieces of pizza he laughed at the movie. “This movie is so underrated,” Peter said offhandedly as he finished the second box of pizza. Before grabbing a third, he looked over at his mentor for approval before being greedy.

"Agreed. The 'wrong lever' part is brilliant and I hate it but the cat Yzma turns into is adorable." Tony said in agreement. He turned his head when he felt Peter's eyes on him.

The kid was holding another pizza and his head was tilted in question. He looked like a puppy. "Go ahead, bud. Eat as much as you want." Tony reassured him again as he got up to grab the juice box from the fridge for when Peter's glass finished.

Peter nodded in thanks when Tony let him continue eating even though he himself was far done with his own dinner. Once Tony settled back in, Peter commented, “They really should make a roller coaster for the wrong lever part, would be so great,” He chuckled at his own statement and Tony laughed too.

"They should make it look like it's going up, only to suddenly have Yzma's voice saying 'Pull the lever, Kronk. Wrong lever!' as the ride suddenly drops out of nowhere." The man snickered at the idea and turned back to watching the movie as Peter continued eating. He would occasionally poke Peter at a funny part or they would laugh at something but they mostly sat in content silence.

Peter giggled when Tony continued onto his dumb idea, “Aw that’s the kinda thing you’d see on tumblr,” He snickered and picked up the last slice in his box. By the time he actually felt full he had eaten almost all the pizza that Tony had bought. But thankfully he didn’t seem to mind.  

As the movie continued Peter began leaning more and more onto Tony until they were cuddling like before again. Like a dad and his son.

Days like these were Peter's favorite, when they can just be together and have deeper conversations and but also talk lightheartedly about funny movies.

Tony felt him get heavier on his side as the movie went along. He was probably getting sleepy from the food which Tony was happy that Peter had eaten and seemed to enjoy the pizzas. He liked that he could do small things like that for him.

Feeling the kid shift slightly again, Tony shifted as well to lay with his head on the arm of the couch and let Peter snuggle back into his side. He absent-mindedly started running his fingers through his curls again as they watched the movie.

Full from the food and relaxing more from the hand in his hair had Peter finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. Every time he blinked his eyes stayed closed longer and longer until they just didn’t open again. Peter didn't let himself fall asleep right away, though. Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a few minutes then I can focus back on the movie after.  

Before long he couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, only thinking of the gentle fingers combing through his hair, and how peaceful and comfortable he was. The call of sleep was strong however. He felt like he could sleep forever like this if he let himself.

When Tony noticed that Peter was falling asleep, he started humming slightly, knowing the vibrations soothed him because of his senses. He was more than happy that he would fall asleep, the kid needed the rest.

With the soft glow from the tv and Peter's rhythmic breaths slowing to a gentle snore, Tony soon found himself falling asleep too. Just before he let himself drift off, he tightened his arms around Peter and pressed a kiss to his head.

He let himself all asleep, content to lay there with his Piccolo Ragno.

[violent-bulldog]

Protection Or Suffocation?

An argument gets out of hand and Jane does something that she instantly regrets...

Anne appreciated Jane. She appreciated the way Jane mothered her, how she truly cared about the young girl. Anne often found herself referring to Jane as "Mum" much like Kat did. But sometimes, Jane was just a little bit overbearing.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Yes"

"Have you showered in the last two days?"

"Yes"

"Have you been drinking enough water?"

"Yes"

"Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Yes!"

Anne did know how to take care of herself. She didn't need Jane constantly breathing down her neck and making sure that she was okay. It was nice at first, but this was daily.

It was the queens day off, so Anne and Kat were, naturally, ecstatic. The youngest queens always had so much energy that Aragon often claimed that they stole most of hers. They were planning to go out to the park and play on the swings until they couldn't feel their legs anymore. But, naturally, Jane had to make sure that they were okay before they left.

"Have you got your phones?"

"Yes"

"And you know what time to be back by?"

"Yes"

"And you know to look both ways before crossing the road? It gets busy around this time"

Anne rolled her eyes. She was being treated like a little kid and she was getting sick of it.

"We know how to cross a road" She stated bluntly. Jane turned to face her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'm just making sure that you'll both be okay. You're practically my kids" She said back, her tone more serious than anyone liked to hear it. It caught the attention of the other queens, who all looked up from what they were doing.

"You don't need to treat us like infants though. Just because you never got to be a mum to-" Anne quickly cut herself off, shaking her head. Her gaze flickered down to the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I swear-" She was cut off again, but not by words. There was a sharp sound that echoed around the room and Anne stumbled backwards, her hands rising to her cheek. Jane stared at her own hand in shock at what she had just done.

"Anne!"

"Jane!"

"Jane!"

"Jane!" The other queens all shouted in unison, Kat immediately going to her cousin's side. Anne stood in shock, her hands clutching her face. Kat saw the tears shining in her eyes and could hear her ragged breathing.

"Anne, come on. It's okay, just breathe with me, yeah?" She whispered, breathing slowly. Anne followed her little cousin's guide, slowly breathing. Once she lowered her hands from her cheek however, both girls flinched. There was a gash just underneath Anne's eye, which was already beginning to bruise, from where Jane's ring must have made contact. The small amount of blood was enough to make both the girls uncomfortable.

"C-Come on, Kitty. Let's go" Anne whispered, her voice breaking softly. Kat just nodded, following her cousin outside and slamming the front door, letting the remaining queens know that she was upset.

Jane sunk down into the couch, holding her head in her hands. She sighed deeply, trying to process what had just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Aragon snapped. Although she didn't show it as much, she was practically the cousins' second mother in this life-time.

"I don't- I don't know. I was just trying to take care of them and then Anne was going to mention... Edward, and I just snapped" Jane whispered, slowly looking up at the three women around her. Aragon looked angry, Cathy looked distressed and Anna looked uncomfortable.

"So, your immediate action was to slap Anne?" Cathy murmured, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

"I didn't mean to! It just... happened. I've never raised my hand to anyone" Jane tried to protest, but Aragon cut her off.

"You may never have raised your hand to anyone, but that doesn't mean that you haven't hurt them before. You've always favoured Kat over Anne, even though they're both the youngest among us. In the past, you played a key role in Anne's beheading and then, you were engaged to Henry the very next day and then married to him before the month even ended! You've been patronizing her for the last few months and treating her like she's a little kid. She's an adult, Jane. She can make her own choices and take care of herself. You had no right to lay a finger on her, especially after she immediately apologised for what she had nearly said" She ranted, pacing around the room. Cathy and Anna stayed silent, but it was obvious that they agreed. Jane just sighed again.

"I need to apologise to her when she comes home"

Katherine hated it when people fought. All she had wanted was a fun day at the park with her cousin. She knew that Jane could be a little bit too protective of the duo, but she didn't mind it too much. She was just happy that someone cared for her. But, she knew that Anne didn't like being restricted. Anne needed freedom to do whatever she wanted, otherwise, she wouldn't be like herself. She would be moody and quiet and Kat hated it when Anne was quiet. She needed her cousin's chaotic energy to break away from her own life and memories sometimes.

The duo were sat on the swings, swinging silently. Anne hadn't said a word since they had left the house, but Kat knew that she was still shaken up about what had happened. Once they had arrived at the park, Kat had hesitantly helped the cut under Anne's eye to stop bleeding. They both were majorly uncomfortable with blood because of their past, but neither of them wanted the cut to become infected, so they took deep breathes and got it over with. That led them to where they are now, slowly swinging on the swings.

"You know she didn't mean it, yeah?" Kat said softly. Anne turned her head to face her cousin. Kat winced at the sight of her eye, which was bruising quicker than she thought it would.

"You don't hit someone on accident" She muttered, stopping her swing. Kat stopped hers a moment later, glancing at her cousin.

"I mean, she's been really stressed lately. The shows are exhausting her and she struggled to sleep. She was gonna snap soon anyways, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time" Anne scoffed at Kat's words.

"Or maybe, I broke her. You all already know that I'm a lot to handle and I don't know why you bother. I'm obnoxious and loud and annoying and... a jerk. You all should hate me and I think I managed to get Jane to realise it. She snapped because she realised how shitty of a person I am" Anne ignored the tears slipping down her cheeks, only wincing slightly when they made contact with the fresh cut. Kat stood up and went to her cousin's side before carefully sitting in her lap. She weighed as much as a feather, so Anne just steadied her feet on the ground to support her little cousin. Kat wrapped her arms around Anne's shoulders.

"You're so dumb sometimes. You're not annoying or obnoxious or a jerk. You're confident and proud and supportive and caring. I remember when I fell during rehearsals and skint my knee, you were the first person by my side. You kept asking if I was okay and you made sure that I didn't see the blood while Cathy put a plaster over it. I remember when someone was sending Anna insults about her appearance, you started a live stream on Instagram and ranted about how beautiful she is and how the person who was sending her hate was obviously just insecure about how they looked, and then a couple hours later, that person sent an apology to Anna. I remember when someone in the streets said that you looked weird compared to the rest of us and you just said that being different is what makes us all perfect. You're amazing, Anne. And we all love you. So, so, so much more than you know" Kat said softly, playing with Anne's hair gently. Anne clung to Kat, sobbing quietly into her shoulder.

"I love you too, Kitkat" She murmured after she'd calmed down slightly. Kat smiled and pulled back from the embrace.

"Wanna go get ice cream? My treat?" Anne grinned at the offer, wiping the remaining tears from her face.

"You think I'd turn down free ice cream?"

It was late in the evening before the cousins came home. They would normally have been home before six, normally when dinner was ready, but today, they came home after eleven. All of the other queens had tried to call the duo multiple times, but all their calls were ignored. When they stumbled through the door, Cathy and Anna had to catch them so they didn't fall to the floor. The young duo immediately broke into fits of laughter.

"Are you- Are you both drunk?" Cathy asked, only getting more laughter in response. She glanced at Anna.

"Seems like it" She murmured, dragging Kat towards the couch. Cathy followed her, dragging Anne. The drunk girls landed in a heap on the couch, giggling at nothing in particular. Cathy sighed as she heard two sets of footsteps on the stairs.

"We heard the door slam open and laughing" Aragon said, stepping into the living room with Jane following behind her, only to spot the mess of girls on the couch.

"Hiya" Anne grinned up at her, before breaking into another fit of laughter with Kat. Aragon shot Jane a glare before turning back to the duo.

"Where were you two? You had us worried" She said, kneeling beside them.

"Annie was sad and saying bad things about herself, so we got ice cream. And then, we went to get drinks!" Kat grinned at the three queens she could see. She lifted her head to see Jane and her smile instantly fell. She flopped her head back so she didn't have to see the older woman.

"Bad things? What kind of bad things?" Cathy spoke up, glancing between the girls and Jane.

"How she must be a shitty person to make Jane snap at her. And how she didn't think we loved her, even though we doooo!" Kat said in a sing-song voice before breaking into giggles with Anne. Cathy heard Jane sniffle before her footsteps were heard as she returned to her room.

"Do one of you two want to try and deal with Jane and the other help me try and get these two to bed?" Aragon said while supporting Anne as she stood. The other two noticed the way the young girl swayed, even with support.

"I'll go deal with Jane" Anna said before heading to the stairs. Cathy helped Kat to stand and noticed the way that she swayed less than Anne did.

The trip up three flights of stairs with two drunk girls was much harder than it had to be, but eventually, the four queens were in Anne's bedroom. They knew that the cousins would normally share a bed because they were both constantly prone to nightmares of their past. Aragon sighed as she dropped Anne down on her bed.

"Are you two capable of getting changed by yourselves?" She asked. Kat shrugged before giggling again and Anne stared out her window in a daze.

"Guess that's a no" Cathy sighed before grabbing Kat again to help her. Aragon also sighed before helping Anne.

As Aragon was fixing Anne's shirt, she couldn't help but notice some fairly fresh scars on the young girl's forearms. She knew that they weren't from the girl's past and they were definitely self-inflicted. She sighed softly before leaving the room with Cathy when both girls were changed and laying in Anne's bed. Aragon noticed that Cathy seemed tense too.

"You alright?" She asked, startling the younger girl slightly.

"Yeah, it's just... Kat had scars on her arms. They didn't look recent, but I'm pretty sure that she did it to herself" Cathy said softly, her mind clearly wandering. Aragon turned to look at the now-closed door to Anne's room, biting her bottom lip.

"Anne had scars too, but they looked fresh. Not as in she did it today, but maybe within the last week or so" She replied. Cathy muttered something to herself as she continued down the stairs. Aragon chose to ignore it, more focused on the fact that the youngest queens, her kids, were suffering.

Katherine groaned as the sunlight poured into the window and directly into her face. She shifted on the bed- wait, when the hell did she get into bed? And when did she get changed into pyjamas? She slowly cracked her eyes open, squinting because the sun was still in her eyes, and recognised that she was in Anne's room. She moved her leg and heard a whine. Okay, so Anne and herself had made it back to the house somehow, but how did they get upstairs?

"Oh, shit" She whined, closing her eyes again. The other queens must have helped them. And that meant that they all saw the duo drunk.

"Wait... shit" She whined again as she heard a muffled noise that vaguely sounded like Anne telling her to be quiet.

"Oh, wake up!" Kat muttered, jabbing Anne in the ribs with her foot, which earned her grumbled whimper in pain.

"Too early" Anne mumbled, pulling the duvet over her head. Kat scowled quietly.

"Bitch, move. You need to talk to Jane or she needs to talk to you... something like that. And I need pancakes... and paracetamol" Kat kicked Anne again as she sat up, the room spinning for a few moments before steadying again. She slowly stood from the bed before going to Anne's wardrobe to steal some clothes. She heard Anne sit up behind her.

"Uh oh" Anne whispered.

"Here we go?" Kat replied, automatically, even though that wasn't her line. Anne rolled her eyes.

"No. Look at your shirt. Look at my shirt" She said softly. Kat glanced at the pyjama shirt she was wearing, her eyes going wide.

"Short-sleeves" She whispered, glancing at Anne again. She was biting her nails as Kat chewed her lip. Crap.

"Great" Anne mumbled before standing to get changed too. They changed in silence before leaving the room. Kat gently took Anne's hand into her own and she sensed how much Anne relaxed as they made their way downstairs.

Cathy knew to make pancakes that morning. Although she'd never seen Katherine or Anne drunk before, she had seen them tipsy and the next morning, they both were craving her pancakes. She also had bottles of water and paracetamol sitting out for whenever they arrived downstairs. She hadn't slept the previous night, her mind running full-time. Would things be okay with Anne and Jane? Would she have to talk to Anne and Katherine about the scars that Aragon and herself had found? Would the two girls finally open up about their past lives and the nightmares that the entire household knew they both had?

"Hey Cathy!" Kat smiled as she walked into the kitchen. Cathy jumped, slightly shocked to see the young duo up so early. Well, early for them. She couldn't help but to smile slightly when she saw that Kat was wearing a green hoodie. They all knew that the cousins shared clothes constantly, but it was still cute to see it.

"Hey Kit. How'd you feel?" She asked as both girls slumped down in their chairs. Anne's eyes lit up at the sight of pain killers, quickly taking some, whereas Kat's eyes lit up at the sight of pancakes.

"There's pancakes. Everything is good in the world" She said before rolling her eyes as Anne dunted her leg. The older cousin pointed towards the paracetamol, making Kat take some quickly. She hummed contently.

"They'll be ready in a sec. Anne, how do you feel?" Cathy asked, knowing to be careful with her chosen words.

"Fine" Okay, Cathy was good with that answer. At least Anne was talking while sober again, unlike yesterday. The room fell into a semi-comfortable silence, just the soft music from the radio. Cathy served the duo their pancakes, laughing to herself when she saw how wide Kat's eyes got. She sat to the youngest girl's left, sipping her coffee contently. Aragon came down soon after, grabbing her usual cereal before sitting to Anne's right. She couldn't help but notice the bruising around the young girl's eye and the semi-scabbed cut underneath.  

"So, how hungover are you both?" There was no bite to her voice, just an amused smirk on her face. Cathy almost choked on her coffee, trying not to laugh, as Kat dropped her fork.

"Umm... not?" Kat whispered, trying to play innocent. And it almost worked, until Aragon saw the paracetamol box beside Kat and the half-empty bottles of water beside both girls.

"Uh, huh, sure. You gonna tell us about what happened last night?" Okay, her godmother's approach wasn't as subtle as Cathy had thought it would be, but alright. If it got them to talk, then sure, okay.

"What do you mean?" Kat mumbled, staring intently at her pancakes. Cathy had to fight the smile tugging at her lips.

"Well, you came home five hours later than you were meant to, you ignored all of our calls and texts, you were both drunk and Cathy and myself had to help you both get changed" Aragon said, making sure to keep any anger out of her voice. She wasn't particularly angry at the girls, but she'd been worried for them all night. Cathy swallowed nervously, dreading the next part of this conversation.

"Meaning you saw...?" Anne whispered, refusing to look at any of the others.

"The scars, yeah. We're not mad at either of you for it, we just want you both to know that we're here for you if you need to talk. We care about you more than either of you know" Anne scoffed quietly. Kat kicked her shin lightly, silently telling her cousin just accept the fact that they all loved her.

"Mu- Jane doesn't" Anne stuttered, fidgeting with her fingers.

"I'm not going to make an excuse for her. What she did was completely out of line and she knows that. Anna went to talk to her while Cathy and I helped you two to bed and she said that she was distraught. That she was ashamed of herself. That she thinks that your relationship is ruined and that she doesn't know how to fix it. She was out of line, but she still cares for you. What you nearly said yesterday was mostly true. She treats both of you like her kids because she didn't get to be a mum to Edward. But, I think she didn't realise that until you said it. Which is why she lashed out. You told the truth and it shocked her" Aragon explained. Anne sighed shakily.

"I didn't mean to say it. But, she kept trying to protect me. It just... kept reminding me of Henry. He wouldn't let me read or paint or anything that I wanted to do back then, and then Jane is telling me not to stay out too late and to look both ways before crossing a road and I just couldn't deal with it. Of course, I still love her, but I can't help but be reminded of the way he treated me. It makes me feel like I'm choking. I just... need to be free to just like, run across the road or to jump from the swing when it's up high or to just do the things that kids love to do. I never got to be a kid or to be independent and do what I wanted, so this feels like my only chance. I wanna be dumb and reckless, but to come home and still be cared for" Anne wasn't sure when she started to cry or when Kat had taken one of her hands into her own. She shook her head and wiped her eyes with her free hand.  

"Oh, sweetheart" Everyone at the table flinched at the sudden voice. They all turned to see Jane standing in the doorway, tears filling her eyes. Anne looked away quickly and Kat squeezed her hand reassuringly. Jane didn't move closer, seeing how timid the young girl seemed.

"H-How much of that did you hear?" Anne asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

"Most of the conversation. But, I want you to hear it from me. I'm so sorry for how I reacted yesterday. It was awful and inexcusable for me to lay my hand on you, especially since you apologised immediately after you said it. I didn't know that my actions made you feel like that, you're an adult, you should be able to make your own decisions. I'm sorry that I made you feel restricted and I'm sorry that I reminded you of... him. I'll do my best to give you more space to do your own thing, but you're still always going to be like my daughter" Jane said softly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Good, because I don't want to lose you. You've cared for me more than anyone ever has and I never want to lose that" Anne replied before standing up and hugging Jane tightly. The older woman reciprocated the hug quickly, sighing contently. When they separated, Jane noticed the tiredness in both of her girls' faces.

"Want a hangover cure?" She asked, entering the kitchen properly.

"Please" The cousins mumbled in unison.

[yeojaa]

have you ever written a fratboy! jk au before 😀

i haven’t! a few of my drabbles take place in a college au but i haven’t written any longer fic/series. i doooo have one planned out for... eventual writing LOL but that’s about it

if you wanna see some college!jk tho... hmu 🤠

[houseofvans]

ART SCHOOL | INTERVIEW WITH JUSTINE JONES

Baltimore based artist and illustrator Justine Jones creates her vein of psychedelic fantasy horror drawings–filled with tiny black lines and an occasional pop of bright colors–which have been featured on the covers of Kobold Press and Warlock magazine. Using the hashtag #VisibleWomen to amplify the voices and portfolios of women comic artists, Justine has be able to do more illustrative work and character design. We’re excited to find out more about Justine’s artistic journey, her love of role-playing games, comics, art, her influences and much more. . .  Take the leap! 

Photography courtesy of the artist. 

Introduce yourself?    Hi, I’m Justine!  I’ve lived in Baltimore Maryland for the past decade and currently live in a small apartment downtown with my partner and my shiba inu Mo, who is a cool and grumpy guy.

How would you describe your work to someone who is just coming across it? I used to call it storybook surrealism, but now I guess it’s more like psychedelic fantasy horror?  Monsters and Wizards.  Lots of tiny black lines, sometimes with lots of bright intense colors.

How did you start from doodling and drawing to what you do now? I feel like it sort of happened organically.  When I was younger, I would do just pencil drawings, and then in my late teens, I got more into using micron pens.  I didn’t really discover color until a few years ago, so I’m a huge color noob.  I think a lot of it also came from working in comic shops for years and going to conventions.  Seeing all of these amazing artists grow, and thinking hey, I could maybe also do that! I first started with t-shirt designs because it just seemed really fun, and I used to have a really hard time selling prints.  People don’t need more prints, but they can always use clothes!  Now i’m getting more into illustrative work and character design, and I’m loving it!

Who and what were some of your early artistic influences? When I was a baby, my dad hung an Aubrey Beardsley print over my crib.  My mom thought it would make me deranged, and maybe it did, but it also made me love ink work and Art Nouveau style haha.  I was obsessed with sword and sorcery stuff and loooved cartoons like He-Man and She-ra, and later, Pirates of Darkwater. I also spent a lot of time in elementary school copying sexy comic book ladies from 90s comics, and I know that is pretty far from what I do now, but it’s honestly how I learned to draw.  I also copied a lot from children’s storybooks when I was little.  

What are some things that inspire the drawings you make? What are some of your favorite creatures and beings you like to explore in your art? Video games are a huge inspiration to me, from SNES JRPGs, to games like Dark Souls and Bloodborne.  Also folklore and mythology from around the world, and fantasy artwork from the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s.  Basically anything fantasy.  My favorite things to draw are wizards and monsters.  I love body horror, anything disgusting and beautiful at the same time.  I take a lot of inspiration from Manga, like Berserk, or anything Junji Ito.  I’ve done a lot of Illustrations for Clark Ashton Smith stories, which I find endlessly inspiring, visually.  Just like, fantasy/ sci fi/ dying earth type stuff.

When did you start collaborating with Kobold Press on creating some awesome fantasy art covers for their publications?  I remember getting the email from them when I was on the way to Necronomicon Providence in 2017.  I thiiiink they found my stuff through the visible women hashtag on twitter?  I was very excited because I owned some of their adventures from back in the day when I played Pathfinder!!  Plus, I have always always wanted to draw things for table top RPGs, so it’s been really cool to actually do it! The Warlock mag that I’ve been doing covers for is awesome because it’s going for an old school DND vibe, but it’s all things that are made for 5th edition.  You can get it on their patreon, and I hiiiighly recommend it to anyone who plays 5e dnd!!  

Take us through your artistic process? What’s a typical day in the studio like? Haha extremely chaotic!  I don’t even have a real set workspace, which I really need to change, I just draw where ever. Just chill out, listen to music or a podcast, and draw.  If I’m further along in a drawing and don’t need to focus so much, I’ll watch movies or video gameπ– let’s plays while I’m drawing.  I also love to listen to/ watch things that are in theme with what I’m drawing, to give me some inspiration.  I try to go to coffee shops to change things up sometimes!  Basically I just do a bunch of sketches until something materializes, and then I will just slowly refine the sketch.  I guess it’s not that exciting, but it’s cool to see the first sketch and the finished product because in my head, the sketch always looked like the finished product, but when you go back to look at it, it’s usually just indecipherable scribbles.

What are your essential art tools and materials? 90% of my art is just done using a .05 mechanical pencil and micron pens.  I also draw everything on smooth bristol.  If I have time and want to make my lines super crisp before I scan them in, i will use a light box.   Then for color, I generally use Kyle T Webster brushes in Photoshop with my Wacom tablet.   If I’m on the go, I like to draw things in Procreate on my iPad Pro, but I’m definitely not as good at doing detailed lines digitally.  

What do you do when you’re not drawing or working on projects? How do you unplug? Haha, I wish I ever truly unplugged, I think my brain is now melded into the internet!  But mostly I love to play video games.  JRPGs and anything From Software/ Soulsborne (currently obsessed with Sekiro!)  I also love comics and manga.  I’ve been reading The Girl From the Other Side, which is a beautiful dark fairytale Manga by Nagabe.  I also just got one called Witch Hat Atelier, which has the most amazing art! My partner also owns an insane amount of board games, so we play a lot of those.  I’m obsessed with coffee, and work part time at a coffee shop, and my favorite thing in the world to do is eat good food.    

What has been the most challenging project you’ve worked on? How did you overcome those obstacles and what did you take away from it? I made a kind of cosmic horror short story in mini comic form last year for SPX, I had very little time,  and it was my first time actually writing a story/ dialogue to go with my pictures.  It was insanely challenging.  I ended up with a finished product that I’m really proud of and that I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback on.  I think it really drove home the fact that I just need to stick with things and finish them, even if I don’t feel like they’re perfect.  I’m never going to have the time that I want, and I’m never going to feel like anything is perfect.  I can still make a great thing!  

What advice would you give someone who wants to follow in your footsteps and pursue art? Don’t spend 4 years doing nothing, but playing World of Warcraft (Or doooo?).  Uhhh, believe in yourself.  Be nice to other artists.  Draw all the time! Immerse yourself in things that inspire you!  Also, like I said before, things don’t need to be perfect.  Let go of perfect, because sometimes it’s an unattainable ideal.  Just do as good as you can, and don’t beat yourself up so much!  I’m horrible at advice!!!

What’s your best Art School tip that you want to share with folks?   Haha, I moved to Baltimore to go to MICA like, 14 years ago, and then realized I was poor, and would never be able to go to MICA… sooo… I never went to real art school.  I wanted to go so bad, and I still wish I’d had that experience, but I want other people who can’t afford it to know that you don’t NEED it.  Things are a bit harder, but you can find so much free info online if you have the drive, you can teach yourself so many things.  Don’t get discouraged just because art school isn’t gonna happen for you.

What are your favorite style of VANS? I love my lavender/ sea fog Authentic Vans, because they basically go with anything, but I am always eyeing those Sk8-His.

Anything you can share that is coming up?   Ahhhh, I have some realllly cool things that I can’t share yet, but just everyone keep an eye out (It will be very exciting, i swear)!!  As for things I can share, I’m working on some new t-shirt designs, and another comic, and also plan on drawing some more cool wizards in my spare time.   So if you wanna see some cool wizards, uhhh, come to my Instagram–you guys!  Let’s hang out and look at wizards.  And talk about wizards.  And if you don’t like wizards well, don’t come I guess.

FOLLOW JUSTINE: INSTAGRAM | WEBSITE | TWITTER | STORE 

[thetruthisinthetooth]

Untitled Jeff x Annie WIP - Sneak Peek.

So I started writing this fic a zillion years ago, after season 3. I thought I had lost it after I changed phones but a few months back I found it in my email account, so I guess thank you Google. Anyway this is basically an Au because Annie and Jeff both are lawyers and work together. Pierce is alive and Troy and Britta are together. I don't know when I'm going to post the whole first chapter but this is just a glimpse. All mistakes are mine bc it's unbetad. (Am I writing a million things at once for different fandoms? Well yes I am!)

Enjoy

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He poured two glasses of whiskey, smirking he gave it to her. They'd won a huge case for the firm, so they were celebrating. He sat next to her, as he gazed at her smiling with their eyes that way they only know how and drank in silence. He was staring at her not realizing it; she, on the other hand, was staring at space deep in her thoughts so she didn't realize he was staring at her or maybe she did but she was so used to it that she'd found a way to live with it, not that she minded. Jeff kept gazing at her, he couldn't believe that was Annie, his Annie. She grew up to be a great beautiful woman in and out. After her internship in the FBI, she realized that she wanted more that investigating left her with unresolved cases, she felt that she wasn't the one putting the bad guys to jail even though she helped. So after debating long with him, she had decided to become a lawyer. She started an internship in a law firm as soon as she could and soon Jeff was following her lead. Teaching just wasn't for him, even though he tried. Well, half-tried. 

He really let her go and he couldn't be prouder of her. They went back to old habits fast after she came back from the internship and although there had been a kiss or two after that, there was always one of them that said it was a mistake and that was that, after a little bit of awkwardness things went back to normal: stolen glances and friendship. They loved working together and hanging out but at the end of the day so much time had passed that maybe there was no point in doing something that might ruin their friendship. They were so important to each other that they couldn't even think of losing one another and for what? A relationship that might have ended up hurting each other, no thanks. Of course all of this was never really spoken between them because that was what they did, they'd talk about everything but about them and the Annie of it all not so much.

- "Wanna grab some dinner?" He suddenly said, breaking the silence

- "Oh, I can't!" She frowned. "I'm sorry I didn't know you wanted to go out! I made plans already" - she said apologetic 

- "With Mcdouche?" He said in a plain voice not trying to show how much he hated the guy

- "Yeah with him! Stop calling him like that!" She said as she swatted his arm.

-"What? Mcdouche? But if it goes so well with his face and his stupid hair" 

Annie squinted her eyes at him between amused and angry. And suddenly a spark appeared in her eye as a realization came upon her

-"Wait! Have you been watching my Grey's Anatomy DVDs I left in your house?"

-"Whaat? No! I don't watch that crap. It's for girls and men that clearly are gay," he answers in a strangely high voice and big eyes which avoid her inquiring gaze"

-"Ok, fine, fine! - she said standing up, her hands up in mock surrender. As she headed for the door, she turned around and said:  "By the way, Mcsteamy has better hair than you"

- "No, he doesn't!!! I have 10 times the hair and body than that cheating bastard." At that moment he closed his eyes, realizing he let her know he perfectly knew who Mcsteamy was. Damn him, damn her! 

-"Night Jeff! Have fun at Seattle Grace" - she said as a snort came out trying to control her laughter.

- "I don't watch that crappy show!" He shouted back to her.

- "You doooo!" She shouted singing as she left. 

-"I don't" he said almost whispering and pouting as he got ready to go home. His cell caught his attention while it vibrates on his desk: 

Annie: you do! ;)

Damn her, he thought smiling. 

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 10)

"Cut 'Em"

Back at Colson's, everyone is still in full swing. Making the quiet ride back, with Luna and Colson simply resting upon each other, even nicer. Foster the People's Torches is bumping, helping the weed smoke roll through out the house. Colson, Luna, Baze and Slim are sitting at the kitchen table about to play spades, surrounded by girls. Mod, Pete and Ashleigh are playing Mario Kart in the living room. Surrounded by girls. Benny, Phem and a few others are out by the pool with more girls. The scene looks as if they brought all of VIP back with them.

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"So you think you can throw cards?" Slim says to Luna, eyeing her while he shuffles.

"I've sliced some hands off with a spade or two before." She says leaning back. After she takes a swig of her beer, she says "My cut."

"Sure." Slim slides the cards to the middle of the table.

Luna cuts the cards. Slim deals.

"Yo. Slim looks like he wants to fuck her up. He BIG mad she took me as her partner. My girl better walk as hard as she talks, Boy..." Colson thinks to himself watching the two of them.

Slim deals. Luna looks at her hand. She's got 5 solid and a possible 6. "First hand bid it's self?" She asks.

Slim looks a little surprised. "Yeah."

"Alright, on me. You ready?" She asks Colson.

"Get it, Kitty." He tells her.

She opens it up with the ace of hearts.

"Ok." Baze says throwing low.

Luna and Colson play off each other magnetically. One look. She walks all 6 books easily. He pulls another 3. "Just a preview." She smirks at Slim as she begins to shuffle.

"Well, if I had my PARTNER." Slim emphasises. Lighting up another joint.

"Whoah!" Throws out Baze. "You didnt pull shi.."

Luna interrupts him. "You want him, take him." She says, extending her arm across the table at Colson, turning her head. One look. Looking back, "I'll whoop both your asses." She taunts Slim with a half smile.

"Aight, bet. Switch places with me."

"Y'all are REALLY outta pocket." Laughs Colson. Watching them playfully bicker.

"Fine. It's still my shuffle tho." She says getting up. As she sits down, she leans over to kiss Colson. "I'm sorry, Bunny." She grins at him. Then she looks across to Baze. "You ready to run these hoes, Partner." She says swigging her beer.

The three of them look a her for a second before erupting into laughter. "THAT is definitely YOUR GIRL." Slim states. Luna swigs her beer again before she begins to shuffle.

After they bid, Slim throws the ace of clubs to start. It should've walked but Luna slices it with the 4 of spades. He looks at her. "You wanted your partner." She shrugs laughing.

"This is true, Bro." Colson backs her up, shrugging too.

"Fuck you both." Slim laughs.

It's a fun game. There's a lot of laughter and shit talking. Surprise books walk and others that are supposed to, end up cut. Luna and Colson play footsy under the table. It's not a massacre but Luna and Baze take Colson and Slim by 200 points.

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"Good game. Where'd you learn to play like that?" Slim asks afterwards, impressed, as they light up cigarettes outside. They can see the sun begin to dance.

"I did a summer at Crossroads." She says exhaling, leaning against the house.

"What, like summer camp?"

Luna laughs. "No. Like maximum security juvie." She says taking another drag.

"REALLY?" Slim cocks his head towards her. "YOU and your 5 high to a knee high. For what?"

Luna chuckles at his metaphor. "A knee high though?" Crossing her ankles as she leans.

He shrugs. "For real tho, what cha do?"

"I picked up something like 96 charges. Multiple accounts on most, so some of them don't count. It ranged from terroristic threatening, 2nd degree assault, fleeing, resisting arrest..." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "Annnnd assault on an officer and possession and intent. I believe." She finishes, taking a drag off of her Newport.

"God Damn, Girl!!! What you do all that for? His face scrunched up.

She throws her hands out as if, I don't know, as she looks at him. "Enh. These two bitches jumped my friend. So, I jumped em back with a Louisville, after picking up." She takes another drag. "I feel like they trumped up the charges because it was on school property."

"Not because of the Louisville?" Slim laughs. He puts his cigarette out. "You know," he says pointing at her "I wasn't sure about you at first but you aight." He nods his head. Agreeing with himself.

"Thanks. That means a lot and is important as Colson's best friend." She says honestly, taking her final drag before putting her cigarette out too. "I'm glad we got a chance to hang out." He agrees.

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Slim sticks around outside admiring the sunrise.

"Rook was right, she is quick and funny as fuck.... Can hang too...Shooo.... The way she cut them books.... Kells'll be good if she's as hard as she's coming off to be..... At least she seems to be living up to the hype after the all years he fucking sweated her." He thinks, lighting one last Newport.

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Walking inside Luna stretches wide and yawns, looking around for Colson. Things are surprisingly quiet. She finds him in the kitchen eating a cold fried chicken leg. "Ahhhh!!! Tell me you have more. I am starvingggg." She whines.

"YES." He proudly shoves one her way with paper towels.

"You. Are a God." He leans down so she can kiss him on the cheek. She then hops onto the kitchen counter and begins to eat her chicken. "So," she says swinging her bare feet "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

He walks towards her, she's still swinging her feet until he gets close enough that they rest on his naked stomach. He looks down. "You wanna get fucked right here?" One look.

She smirks and looks around " I mean...." She says biting into her chicken, shrugging. "I am trying to eat this chicken tho."

He laughs "You want another peice?"

"Yeeeeessss pleeease. This shit is slammen'."

As they hang out eating their chicken together, he says to her "Tomorrow's gonna be chill... I'm picking Cas up Sunday morning." He takes her finished chicken and throws it away. Walking back to her, he continues "I meant what I said. I want you to meet her. Maybe we can go out to dinner." He says moving to in between her thighs. One look. Pulling her across the counter, up against him. She puts her hands on his collar bones.

"HOLY FUCK MY LIFE. SHE'S GONNA HATE ME." Panics Luna mentally.

"I don't think that's how you meet kids, Bunny." She says to him, shaking her head. "Especially if you want them to like you." She laughs lightly. "Doooo you want my completely uneducated thoughts?" She asks.

"Always." He responds kissing her.

"I think, you should hang out with her first, and then maybe tell her about me when you feel it's right annd then ask HER if she'd like to meet me. Wherever she'd like." She's looking at him seriously. "Buuuuut I vote Disneyland." Luna smiles widely, raising her hand.

"I vote Universal." He says pushing her arm down with his now raised arm.

"You're an idiot." She laughs, squirming as they weirdly arm battle.

"You the one who loves an idiot." Trying to move, trapped in her things, continuing to raise arm battle her. The sight of him makes her retreat, laughing loudly as he continues on his own, pleased by her laugher.

"I do love you" she smiles pulling his face towards hers. With this he also retreats into her hands. Kissing her wetly and deeply as her thighs tighten around him even more. His hands run through her long hair, down her back, onto her ass, pressing her hard against him. She drags her blue nails down his bare chest, before she slides her hands alongside her own body and pulls off her bra with her black sheer shirt off in one swoop. Although he could see her breasts all night, he was tired of the shirt and is pleased to see it go. He NEEDS to feel her skin right now. Both of them begin to take the other's pants off. His drop to the floor as she lifts herself up for him to slide hers off. He runs his index along her lips before dipping inside of her.

"You're always so wet for me, Kitten. I fucking love it." He says gnawing at her neck as he slowly works his huge cock deep into her pussy. "And tight." They both groan in pleasure as he makes his way into her fully. Arms wrapped tightly around each, sloppily tongue kissing. Their hips slam together as they grind and fuck each other, deep and hard on the kitchen counter. "You're such a dirty, little slut." He says in her ear.

"Who's dirty, little slut am I? She asks lowly, bucking against him harder.

"MINE." He says firmly, "You're MY dirty, little slut." Kissing her back on the mouth. His words excite both of them. They're both close to cuming as they fuck each other harder.

"And what are you going to do to me?" She pants.

"I'm going to fuck you wherever, whenever, however the fuck I WANNNNNT." He growls loudly, pulling her hair as he releases himself inside her, for the second time tonight.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!" his mind explodes. He knows he's drunk but if he's going to believe in religion. It's her fucking pussy. He decides.

The yank does it. She buries her face in his neck as she tries to muffle her squealing giggle as she cums with him. "Mmmmm...Colson." She purrs. "I love you."

After a few moment, they unwrap themselves and kiss sweetly. "I love you too, Luna." He says before lifting her off the countertop. They do a quick clean up job before he grabs her bag and they head upstairs together.

"Jesus Christ that was amazing. I wonder if anyone heard us. Probably. Oh well....... Thank Fuck, I stayed on birth control. I knew shit was gonna pop off between us but DAMN...."

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"That was fucking HOT. She wasn't lying. We do fuck like rabbits. How can I not with that fucking ASS!!" He refrains from biting her as he watches her ass bounce up the stairs. "And she fucking loves me." He thinks beaming, heart racing while admiring his view. "I've never came like that before...." his mind drifts watching her ass guide him.

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To be continued...

[big-toe-energy]

Cuddle bugs

Parings: stiles stilinski x reader

Warnings: some language

You and stiles are a thing and have been for a while it’s a rainy day in Becon Hills and you two snuggle all day and don’t leave his bed unless its to get food,and it’s just really fluffy! Enjoy :) It’s gonna be a little long hope that’s okay!

It was Saturday morning at 6:30 a.m when you got a call from your boyfriend, Stiles:

“Baby, are you up?” He said sweetly

“No, Stiles, it’s 6:30 I’m sleeping.” You snapped

“Well, I was watching the morning news with my dad before he left for work and it’s supposed to storm and rain heavily all day, and I know you hate storms, so I was just wondering if you want to come over before the weather gets bad and spend the day with me?”

“Okay sti, give me 15 minutes, and I’ll be ready to go. I love you.” You said I’m a groggy tone

“Okay! I love you more!” He said excited then hung up.

You got up and quickly threw on a Beacon Hills High Lacross hoodie that stiles gave you, leggings, and fussy socks. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, threw on deodorant and some perfume, and quickly fixed your hair.

You sat on your bed and waited for stiles to show up, when he finally did you were so tired that you accidentally grabbed a blanket that was on your bed and carried it with you to his Jeep.

You hopped in to his Baby blue Jeep and buckled up,

“Good morning beautiful!” He said with a cheesy smile

“Good morning butt head.” You said with a grin

“Nice blanket baby.” He said sarcastically

“Stiles I’m tired and you woke me up 15 minutes ago!” You protested

“I know baby, I just love giving you a hard time.” He rubbed your hand sweetly as he drove from your house to his.

Once you guys pulled into the drive way you could already hear thunder rumbling. Stiles hopped out and went over and opened your door for you. “Oh thank you kind sir.” You said with a curtsy when you stepped out of the car, “of course fine lady!” He replied with a bow “come on let’s get you inside.” He grabbed your hand and walked you inside his house and up to his room.

Before he could say anything you had plopped down on to his bed and already snuggled into the covers, then you patted the side of the bed motioning for him to join you. “One second darling.” He hummed while removing his shirt and shoes. When he was finally just in his socks and plaid pj pants he slid under the covers with you, and wrapped his long arms around your body and pulled you close.

“I love every single thing about you y/n.” He kissed your cheek sweetly

“I love every thing about you too Stiles.”You blushed

You both fell back asleep for another 2 hours, when you both finally woke up you guys were hungry. “Stiles, does your dad have stuff to make chocolate chip pancakes?” You asked with a yawn

“Yeah! Baby we do!” He smiled

“Great!” You spring out of his bed and ran down to the kitchen and shortly after he followed

You got to work on making the pancakes, you threw all the ingredients into a bowl and while you were mixing long, comforting arms snaked around your waist

“Whatcha dooooing?” He said pushing his lips together

“Making us breakfast.” You replied tapping his nose with the whisk you were using

“Hey! That not nice!” He pouted tumbling back a little bit

You shrugged.

After the pancakes were all made you and stiles sat down at the kitchen table to eat:

“Baby— these are so good.” He said while shoving pancakes into his mouth

“I’m glad you like them!” You giggled

After you guys finished eating you cleaned up the pancake mess and went back up to stiles room

You plopped down on his bed, “I’m soooo full!” You groaned rubbing your tummy, before you knew it stiles lifted up your shirt and started to place sweet kisses all over your stomach.

“Stilinski that tickles!” You laughed out

“Does it feel better? I’m not stopping till it feels 1000% better!” He smiled

“Yeah it does! Thank you very much!” You hummed

“Good!” He got up and layed down next to you

You layed your head on his chest, you could hear his heart beat,It always made you feel safe and comforted. He started to play with your hair, running his fingers through it and twisting it

“Baby” He said sweetly

“Yeah sti?” You rubbed his chest

“I love you, and I don’t want to ever lose you. I just- there’s a lot happening lately, with everyone. I don’t want anything to happen to you like what happened to Allison. The thought of losing you, I-I don’t know what what I would do.” His voice was lightly shaking

“I love you too. Baby, you won’t ever, ever lose me, I promise.” You squeezes him lightly

At this point the storm had rolled in so it was pouring rain and thunder was booming loudly, the sound made you flintch a little bit, he pulled you in closer to his topless body, holding you tightly.

“Baby, I promise you’re safe.” He said reassuringly

“I know- I just hate how thunder makes the house rattle.” You said quietly

He rubbed your back sweetly, you turned to kiss him and he gladly kissed you back. “I love your kisses” he grinned at you

“I love yours too!” You smiled back

“Hey! Wanna watch a movie?” He said excitedly

“Sure babe, what movie?” You kisses his cheek

“Umm.. Spider-Man Homecoming, X-Men first class, legally blonde?” He ran his fingers through his hair

“How about x-men first class? We haven’t seen that in a few months!” You smiled up at him

“Okay baby!” He hopped up to turn his TV on and pop the DVD in then came back and plopped himself back around you.

“You know- graduation is right around the corner and I know we’ve barley talked about it, but I want to live with you. I know it’s been in the plan but neither of us have fully talked about it before, but I want you y/n, you’re my home.” He said looking down at you

“I’d love to live with you Stilinski, you’re my home too.” You kissed him deeply

“Fuck yeah!” He yelled out

“You’re a dork!” You giggled

“I’m your dork!” He bopped your nose

[fletchlingfletcher]

Music

“So… how do we start? You aren’t going to make me do something foolish are you?” For a moment he gave her a severe look before the expression faltered and died. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to be suspicious.

                                              Press -----> HERE for some accompanying music

Corinne took a long, slow, deep breath. 

"I..do have a plan. Surprising, again, I know.." Her smile seemed to soften again, more natural and much less forced than before, particularly when he moved closer. She even found herself leaning over slightly. "And..that depends on your definition of foolish and who exactly you expect to consider that." As if realizing she'd been leaning, Corinne straightened up abruptly, actually hopping off the bed with an even more normal and relaxed smile and a hand extended out. 

"It'll be trial and error. Try a bunch of things and if none of those work, then try more. And you won't have to worry about looking 'foolish' because I intend to keep you to myself for all of this....I!! I mean..um..you know, it would...just be us so..nobody else would...you wouldn't have to..!!!! It'll be fine!! I know there's something we can find!!"

Miahtoux simply settled for looking at her with a very confused expression on his face. ‘Trial and error’ didn't really sound like a plan to him… sounded more like shots in the dark. But still… she seemed so… enthusiastic… so he sighed, and against his better judgement, gave her an encouraging (if small) smile. “Alright, alright.” He disappeared into the bathroom before returning with a jacket which he pulled on haphazardly. Trying his best not to wave his arms around too much.

“I guess… really this time… lead on?”

"You're..suuuuure you can't think of anything that you would..even..REMOTELY consider fun? That isn't work of any sort??"

“You mean besides reading and magic? Well… some of the time anyway… no, not really. I… I guess I’ve been too long… being……… restricted… in my activities… to really know or remember.” 

Restricted. Yeah that was the word he was going for. Why was he trying so hard? She knew what had happened to him. But… well… talking about it was a bad idea most of the time. He scrunched up his nose slightly trying to think back to when he was a child but… no… even then it had just been reading… there was singing of course… but he’d given that up a long time ago as well… 

“I… I really can’t think of anything……… this… isn’t helping is it?”

Corinne shook her head at him. No, it wasn't particularly helpful. It didn't give her much to go off of and left more than just a lot of possibilities, but she hadn't expected much else anyway, all things considered. She probably wouldn't have been trying to do this otherwise. Honestly, she couldn't help but to laugh a bit, which seemed mean as soon as it came out. 

"Sorry," she apologized, covering her mouth to hide her remaining grin. "It's..not really helpful, no, but it's alright! Let's seeeeee thouuuughh..." 

Corinne lifted her hand, tapping her chin as she paced in a small circle. "We could start with..games..? Cards? Dice? Or..art? Not much of a painter myself, but I can appreciate it! Don't uh..don't have paints though, so maybe just sketches? Probably want to avoid anything too physical, so I guess I can't ask if you'd like to climb a mountain. What about crafting? Woodworking can be calming and..interesting. There's always music too! Though I couldn't bring much but my lute with me...and the orchestrion. Can you play? Orrrr dance? Eh..that's a bit physical and I said we could avoid that.." Her rambling turned into mumbling eventually until she was just walking in circle chewing on the tip of her thumb.

Miahtoux grimaced at the idea of crafting. “I am very bad with tools… plus I just imagine my brother looking angry whenever I try things like that…” 

He perked up slightly at the mention of music before his face fell again. Remembering. 

“I don’t dance no… never could quite get the hang of it…” He tapped his foot a few times. Should he actually tell her that? It seemed daft considering all he had already told her but still… he sighed. “I… used to sing… quite a lot… seemed to be okay at it… not really at playing instruments though…” he shuffled awkwardly. Why was singing where he drew the line? Eventually he just sighed again, planting his chin firmly on his hand with a defeated expression.

Her attention was drawn to the fact that music seemed to catch his. She could definitely work with that! Even if it seemed..touchy at the moment. 

"You don't sing anymore then? That's alright, still plenty more to do with music!" Her smile was bright, hands swinging back to her sides, as she turned to retrieve an instrument from a drawer, unwrapping it from the clothes she'd apparently been using to cushion it. "Have you ever..tried to play? I could show you that!! Consider it a fair exchange- magic for music!!" 

There was soft laughter when Corinne returned, settling onto the sofa and strumming a chord. "I could teach you to dance too but I'm not sure if you'd like your toes stepped on. I'm not the best, just alright. And..dancing is better with a partner, so..not necessarily something you could...enjoy on your own!" Her fingers plucked a few more strings, no exact rhythm or melody to it, just notes.

“Oh, I tried to learn to play. Could never hold a song long enough on an instrument… always found it hard to… well… to get away from the rhythm I hear elsewhere…” He tapped his head but shrugged quickly. “Maybe I simply was never meant to play…” He slouched slightly, looking at the instrument in her hands. 

“I… I never intended to stop singing… but when everything started happening I just… stopped… it no longer seemed appropriate… given the circumstances everything else took precedent…” He sighed again. “Mo- … Ms Jhentu never used to play when she sung anyway… she would just… hold a tune all by herself… she had a calming voice too…” It was almost as if he was completely unaware his normal speaking voice had a kind of melody to it. Perhaps he simply didn’t notice it.

Corinne let her hand rest atop the instrument. "Maybe you tried the wrong instruments. Though..unfortunately this is all that I have that I could offer you. There's a really..really nice piano in my parents' home. I'm sure I'm out of practice with that though." She shrugged. "Or maybe you're really not meant to play." There was a twitch of her lips, a smile she was trying to hide as she looked down to her lap. "Just have someone play for you or with you. But...I won't beg you to sing. Though maybe someday I'll ask if it ever seems..more appropriate." Not paying attention, her fingers brushed the strings one more time as she shifted the lute in her lap, offering it over. 

"Doooo you..wanna try..again? We could start small, short, simple!"

He looked sullen, evidently thinking deeply about something. Eventually he shook himself out of his reverie. “Maybe one day when the time is right. But I doubt that day is today…” He sighed again, more deeply that ever before. 

“Who knows though. I may get enjoyment out of you playing…I mean… if you want to… I… I’m the last person who would force anything… I hope…”

"Someday..one day...I can work with that. Whenever you'd like to, whenever you can." She plucked a single string, the note high but soft, then shook her head again, the quietest laugh coming from her. 

"If you want me to play...tell me to play." Her gaze finally shifted back up, any sign of that smile gone now. "It's not force to say what you want. So...if YOU want...say it!"

Miahtoux gave her the barest hint of a smile. “Play then. I want to hear you play.” 

It shouldn’t have been a difficult request. But it seemed like saying if he wanted anything was always, for some reason or other, difficult for Miah. Still, he sat back on the Sofa, eyes closed so he could listen properly to what she was going to play. Maybe that way he could get lost in it to? Maybe find the desire he had so long ago to actually sing himself?

Her fingers on the neck adjusted a few times, her nose wrinkling in thought while trying to decide what to do and what to play. When she finally settled, her fingers brushed along the strings in one soft chord, then plucked at individual strings. It was a soft sound- light, airy, maybe a little quiet- something more soothing and slow rather than loud and exciting as Corinne herself was wont to be. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, to the point that she closed her own eyes at one point to just..play, maybe hum a little bit, just barely.

He nodded slightly when she started playing, each nod of his head following the rhythm perfectly. It seems he really had enjoyed music at one point, for he didn’t interrupt her. He just sat and listened, obviously appreciating the unhurried and calming melody. 

As the melody started to repeat itself, something changed in the room, almost like everything was stilling around them, aether pulling in and started to move in rhythm with her strumming. Whether it was her or him wasn’t quite apparent. But one thing was apparent. When Miah actually opened his mouth and started singing… he hadn’t been lying about being able to sing. What followed where note perfectly in pitch and tune with her strumming. The aether swaying with each one, so much so that the soothing melody could be felt down to one’s core. He still had his eyes closed though, listening to her for the cues. Although truth be told… looking at his face… it half seemed like he wasn’t even aware he was singing. Where he got the lyrics from were anyone’s guess.

Corinne struck a note just barely off intended, not for a lack of skill or just making a mistake, but in a bit of surprise. She'd only been humming thus far, no words, nothing to distract from the request to play. But music aside from her playing had begun to complement the melody. It took her a brief second of opening her eyes and glancing over to realize it wasn't just her imagination filling in lyrics and song, but what she discovered curled her lips into an ecstatic grin. There was a temptation to stop right then and there, pay compliments and release her excitement. But that...that didn't feel right. 

So for once Corinne stifled her outburst, returning her focus to her hands and the strings beneath them. It was pleasant, calming, more than just her instrumental playing but the singing along with it, having someone sing along with it! 

There wasn't a question of where the words came from, what had encouraged them or the fact alone that he was singing. There was just...music. For a while anyway, until the last of the notes was left to echo in a quiet room.

[shadowmelter]

Undyne/Alphys [Body Swap]

So here is a fluffy Undyne/Alphys body swap story for that drabble challenge thing! I hope you like it~ 

Alphys’ hands shook as she slowly carried an extremely volatile chemical of her own creation through the lab towards her workstation. She was carrying the vial of bubbling purple liquid using a set of tongs and while wearing heavy-duty gloves that she only wore when handling particularly dangerous substances. With her lab coat bound tightly around her and her goggles strapped over her glasses, she quietly and carefully made her way towards the open flame at her workstation she was planning on using to heat the vial.

Sweat dripped down her scaly forehead as she grew close to the flickering fire. She had no idea what would happen if she messed this up, but she knew it wouldn’t be pretty. This vial contained some highly condensed magic that could act unpredictably when disturbed in the wrong way. Not a single mistake could be made or else she might just get turned into an actual trashcan.

Almost there…. Almost there! She chanted in her mind as she inched closer and closer to her goal. I’m so close, just another inch or two and-

Alphys suddenly felt arms wrap around her midsection as a familiar voice shouted from behind her, “SURPRISE ATTACK, NERD!”

She let out a surprised squawk as she was then involuntarily hoisted into the air and spun around in a big circle.

“Undyne, n-no!” she cried as she lost her grip on both the tongs and the vial. Horrified, she watched in what felt like slow motion as the vial fell and shattered on the ground at their feet. When Undyne heard the glass break, she stopped spinning. The mighty fish woman was just about to open her mouth to apologize to her girlfriend when the spilled contents of the vial exploded with a loud bang, sending up a thick purple gas cloud up into the air that enveloped the both of them.

When the rolling purple clouds finally subsided, the two of them were left coughing. Undyne, who had no protective eyewear, swore loudly and rubbed her eyes with her fists.

“Holy shit, what was that?” she asked, trying to blink away the particles that got in eyes.

“That was an important experiment that you just ruined!” Alphys said in an angry huff as she pulled herself from Undyne’s arms.

“Woah,” Undyne said while holding up her hands in surrender. “Sorry Alphys, I didn’t realize...”

“We could have died,” Alphys gasped before rounding on her girlfriend and pointing a claw up at her. “You could have been turned into fish sticks!”  

“Aww, would you still love me if I got turned into fish sticks?” Undyne asked with a wink and a toothy smile.

“I… I uh… yes,” Alphys admitted, dropping her arm back down to her side.

“Okay, well since I’m NOT fish sticks, let’s go and watch some fuckin’ anime, ya cutie patootie!”

Alphys found herself getting lifted once again up into the air by her girlfriend’s strong arms. She was then carried bridal style up the stairs toward her room, too flustered by Undyne’s buff arms around her to utter any kind of protest.

…

*BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

Alphys buried herself deeper into her bedsheets as she swatted at her alarm clock, groaning, “Nooo…. Just five more minutes, please?”  Her hand flailed wildly until finally she slammed it right down on her Mew Mew Kissy Cutie alarm clock, which promptly exploded, sending plastic and metal flying all over the room.

Her eyes shot wide open in surprise. “Wh… what the heck?”

She stared at the completely destroyed alarm clock before looking down at her own hands in amazement.

But they weren’t her hands.

Her hands were yellow, cute and pudgy. The hands she was currently gawking at were a blue, clawed and appeared to have a slight bit of webbing between the fingers. She knew exactly who these hands belonged to.

“UNDYNE!” she cried, throwing off her covers as she looked frantically for her girlfriend, who was nowhere to be seen. She defiantly stayed over last night, she was sure of it!

Oh Merciful Angel, she was somehow inhabiting Undyne’s body… did that mean Undyne was in her body!? She didn’t even need to ask herself how this happened. She knew it had to have been the dropped condense magic from yesterday doing something freaky. Shoot! She knew something terrible would happen… but this? This was insane!

Alphys tried getting up, but these long bendy legs made her unsteady on her feet.

When she finally did manage to get up and take a few steps, she shook with fear.

“Ooh my gosh,” she muttered as she swayed back and forth. “I’m so high off the g-g-ground! How does Undyne even LIVE like this?”

She made her way out of the room, calling Undyne’s name and getting no response in return.

As she walked down the hall, she began to hear… singing… singing coming from the bathroom? She made her way over to the door, using the wall to keep herself steady as she walked. Yes… yes, she could definitely hear a voice singing from within the room.

Being careful not to just rip the door off its hinges with Undyne’s super strength, she turned the knob gently and let it swing wide open.

Her jaw immediately dropped.

“My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.”

Standing in front of the mirror stark naked staring at herself was most certainly Undyne, who had obviously been swapped into her small lizard body! Alphys screamed internally as Undyne was currently busy pushing together HER very naked yellow boobs and jiggling them around while singing that mortifying song!

Alphys’ blue fish face instantly turned red and she screeched, “UNDYNEEEE, OH MY GAWWWWD!”

Undyne stopped messing with her boobs and turned around with a bright smile on her scaly lizard face. “Woah, so you got swapped with me? That’s so rad!” she exclaimed brightly as she ran a circle around Alphys, looking her up and down.

“U-Undyne, it’s not rad! I… ohh gosh, why are y-you naked?” she stammered, covering her eyes with her hands.

Undyne stopped and frowned for a moment before smiling even wider. “Well shit, if I was gonna be trapped in your hot body, you better believe I’m gonna be checking it out every chance I get!”

Alphys, Without a second thought, scooped Undyne up into her arms, and began carrying her back to the bedroom.

“Hey, let me go!” Undyne protested, wiggling to no avail under her arm.

It was Alphys’ turn to smile. Her jagged grin stretched from gill to gill. “It s-seems the tables have certainly tu-turned haven’t they?”  Undyne just pouted at that and let Alphys carry her back to their room.

Once within the bedroom, Alphys then dumped Undyne onto the ground before flopping onto the bed with a groan.

“What are we gonna doooo..? I can’t be stuck in your body forever, Undyne!” she cried.

“Ugh, I know! I can’t be Captain of the Royal Guard with these stubby legs! Uh, no offence of course, they look smokin’ on you,” Undyne added quickly before scurrying up onto the bed so she could sit right next to her now very tall lover.

“C-can you at least put on some clothes?” Alphys pleaded, once again covering her face with her hands in mortification.

“UHhh… heck no! I got such a flat chest normally; it’s awesome to finally have something to really play with!” Undyne once again pressed her hands against her boobs and jiggled them some more, casting a cattish smirk in Alphys’ direction.

Alphys just groaned.

“Hey,” the yellow lizard whispered with a sly smile on her face. “Why don’t we make the best of this? I’m sure this is just some mumbo-jumbo magic that will wear off with time, so let’s enjoy it while we can.”

“Uh, what are you talking about?” Alphys asked slowly.

Alphys jumped slightly when Undyne suddenly straddled her with a curious look on her face. It…. it was incredibly strange to be staring up at yourself like this. Very surreal. Undyne had her face… her n-naked body… she even had her glasses. But it wasn’t her because she was trapped in Undyne’s body!

“Kiss me.”

“What!?!” Alphys squeaked.

“Aw, come on, Alphys. I wanna see if I’m just as good kisser in this body as I was in my body.”

“I can a-a-assure you that y-you are indeed a good kisser, no matter what!” Alphys’ face felt like it was burning with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.  “N-no need to… um...” Alphys’ thoughts were stopped in her tracks as Undyne leaned forward and pressed her mouth lightly against hers.

Alphys was sure her soul left her mortal body. Her head fell back against the pillow as her brain went into overdrive.

Undyne pulled back and frowned slightly as she observed her girlfriend red hot blush across her fishy scales. “Uh… are you okay?” she asked, tapping Alphys’ head with her claw. “Did you just pass out!?”

“Alphys is a-away from her phone right now, please l-leave a message after the beep,” the dazed fish lady murmured.

Undyne snorted and kissed Alphys’ forehead. “You’re too damn cute even in my body ya nerd.”

Another coy smirk crossed Undyne’s yellow lizard face as she slid her hands under Alphys’ shirt and said, “Now show me your boobs.”

“UNDYNE!!!”