#i was worried that i wouldn't be able to get any kind of good pink out of an inkjet

[gamebunny-advance]

*taps my fingers together deviously*

So the new printer came in, and I am very~ pleased with the results.

There aren't any streaks, and the colors are more accurate.

Yeah, I feel pretty good about this project now~ Makes me wanna start selling prints... but most of my pieces are in odd dimensions, so I'd have to do a bit of size editing XP.

(Original print on far right, new on left)

(Photo paper tests)

(Copy paper vs. photo paper test)

[danny-phantom-x-reader]

Love Obsession

Summary: Danny is hit by Ember's guitar in its love section and you are so lucky to be the first person he sees [Characters are 16+] [I've been working on this for months, so I hope you guys like this]

It all happened so fast. You didn't realize the danger you put yourself in when you held Danny in your arms, trying to get him to wake up. You could hear Ember's mocking laughter since she knew that he wouldn't be bothering her anytime soon. In fact, he was going to have other things on his mind.

"Y/n-"

You look down at Danny, who had his eyes barely open. He reached out his hand towards your face and pulled you closer, as you looked worriedly at him. His eyes twinkled for a brief moment, before practically going all heart-like.

"You're very pretty."

"Uh-Thank you?" you look around, trying to find Tucker or Sam.

"Like really pretty," he now has both of his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, which in turn caused you to blush out of embarrassment.

"Oh-Well, uh... You're very pretty, too?"

He looks down at your hand, intertwining them both, before smiling lovingly.

"I think I love you Y/n."

You looked at him wide-eyed, "Excuse me?"

---

He clung to you like a panda, not wanting to let go as you pleaded with him. His eyes were dilated and he wasn't taking them off you. But it's also because he doesn't want you to leave his sight for even a second. You were starting to worry he wasn't blinking. He wants to be the center of all your attention, too, but with the way you were looking everywhere BUT him was irritating.

"Y/n."

You were now making eye contact with him. Your face was, in his opinion, a cute pink and your cheeks were turning a crimson red.

"Why won't you look at me?"

"I am-" You quickly defended.

"Then don't look away."

You sighed and leaned on his chest, "How about we go to my car?"

"But I don't want this moment to end."

---

You finally were able to get Danny into your car, after having struggled for a good 20 minutes with the way he clung to you. You groaned when finally losing the 150+ extra pounds of the male, not used to carrying so much. Maybe you should work out more? You shook your head, trying to focus. Danny's eyes were on you when you got into the driver's side and started your car.

You froze your hands on the wheels, uncomfortable with how close Danny was.

"Uh- Danny?"

"Yeah...?" He sighed happily, leaning his chin on his hand.

"Can you not stare at me? It kind of makes me a little uncomfortable," You awkwardly laugh.

"But you're so pretty. Besides, I like looking at you."

You turn towards Danny, grabbing his face, "You like me right?"

"I love you."

"Okay," you nodded, not taking him seriously, "If you 'love me' you'll stop staring at me and sit there quietly."

He seemed to think about it before grabbing your hands. "But I like looking at you."

"You can look at me all you want once we get to your house. How's that sound?" You felt stupid saying this, but it surprisingly worked.

He groaned and crossed his arms. Though, at least he wasn't staring at you. You were just content with the short-lived privacy.

---

"Okay, Danny." You sat him down on his bed. "I'm going to help you."

"Help me? I don't need help."

You grabbed his shoulders, causing him to blush, "You need to snap out of it. You're only like this because of Ember."

"Snap out of what?" He looks confused, even tilting his head cutely.

You rolled your eyes. In any other situation, you would have thought he was cute, "This!" You gesture at him, as he looked at himself.

"Is something wrong with me?"

You felt bad when hearing his sad tone and sighed. "Oh, Danny... Yes, yes there is."

"Oh. I'm sorry," he grabs your hand, pulling you closer, "I'll change for you. I can be the perfect boyfriend. Your perfect boyfriend."

"I'm calling Tucker-"

You didn't even see it coming, but Danny grabbed your hand, flipped you over onto the bed, and straddled you, while also getting closer to your face. You leaned on your elbows but he pushed you back down.

"Why do you want to call Tucker? Am I not good enough for you?"

"What are you talking about Danny? He knows all about this tech stuff and will know how to fix you."

"Fix me? Why do you need me to be fixed? Am I not good enough? Do you like Tucker better than me?" He was twisting your hair between his fingers.

"Would you prefer if I called Sam?" You angrily retort, annoyed by Danny's sudden jealousy.

"Why call anyone? Why can't we just stay like this?"

"I'm only letting this slide because I know you're under the impression of Ember's guitar powers."

He was now caressing your cheek, seemingly not paying attention to what you were saying. He was humming to himself and it was beginning to freak you out. You pushed him away, as he looked at you shocked. You sat up, while he was still sitting on your legs.

---

"Okay, Danny, we're going to snap you out of it."

"Snap out of what?"

Tucker frowned at his best friend and gestured to the ghost boy's room which was covered in pictures of Y/n.

"What? I like looking at her."

"Danny. It's creepy."

"What's creepy about being in love?"

Tucker shook Danny, "You are under a spell, Danny. This isn't real!" Tucker now made direct eye contact with him, "How would you feel if Y/n's room was covered in pictures of you?"

Danny sighed in bliss, "That'd be so hot-"

"Wrong! Danny, you have to snap out of it, so we can put Ember in the ghost portal."

"Ember? Who's Ember again."

Tucker pulls out a poster out of his bag, shoving it in Danny's face, "THIS is Ember!"

"Oh." Danny leans back, bouncing his back on the bed, "She made me realize I was in love with Y/n-"

Then Tucker got an idea. It wasn't a good idea and it could backfire, but if Danny loved Y/n so much, he was going to have to crush the love at the source. "Ember kidnapped Y/n."

Danny quickly sat up, "What? I thought Y/n was home?"

"No- Ember just took her, because she knew you loved her-"

Danny was standing up straighter and Tucker could tell he hit a string. "Where is she?"

"Well, she has a show tonight-"

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Danny glared at the blue-haired lady, not paying much mind to the people around him, who were white-eyed and dazed. He didn't care if the whole world was being controlled, but the minute Ember hurts Y/n, he was going to kill her.

"Where's Danny?"

You looked over Tucker's shoulder, who was rubbing his neck. "About that-"

You catch Danny's eyes and his widen as he rushes to you. He quickly hugs you and turns to Tucker.

"You said EMber kidnapped her-"

"You said WHAT? Why?"

"I'm so glad you're okay!" He hugs you tighter and you barely are able to get him off.

"Danny, you have to fight-"

He covers your mouth and caresses your cheek. "Shhhh... Who cares about her?" He tilts his head, giving you this look of love.

You were starting to feel smothered and you could see Ember getting stronger and you looked around before spotting Flash. An idea popped into your head, granted it was risky, but you had to snap Danny out of it.

"Flash!"

Said male turns around before walking over to you both. You knew you were going to regret this, especially when Danny was giving you a confused look. You pulled Flash down, kissing him and Danny watched wide-eyed.

You turned to the male who was glaring at you as if you had killed his pet. "Are you okay, Danny?"

"Am I okay? You just tore out my heart, stomped on it and then kicked it into the trash. No, I'm not okay." He looked up to Ember, who was glowing brightly, "And I know exactly who's fault it is."

Danny turned Ghost, before going to fight Ember, but you could see that he was losing. You looked over for Tucker, Sam quickly helping you. You found the male hooked to his cds and you grabbed him, pushing him on stage. He looks confused, as you and Sam tell him to just sing

And boy did he sing. Ember's power quickly drained as everyone snapped out of the mind control and Danny was finally able to suck her up.

-------

Danny scratched his neck as he avoided eye contact. He didn't know what to say and the photos were not helping him. He finally looked up at you, before sighing. You looked over towards him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry... You know- For the creepy stuff."

"It's cool. I could never be mad at you, besides, you were under Ember's control."

Danny knew that was true, but he also knew that there was a part of him that liked you, a lot. He wanted to tell you about these feelings, but after this situation, he knew he'd have to wait.

[pearlywritings]

His little hero

synopsis: it was you who always saved him from nightmares, but it seems that another precious girl decided to take that role upon herself.

pairing and characters: (implied) Kaveh x fem!reader, your daughter

tw: established relationship, hurt/comfort, girldad!Kaveh, domestic moment

word count: 1.2k+ words

a/n: I am slowly coming back, and let’s say this small fic is the first step of me returning on my way of writing

"Dad!"

Kaveh jolts upright with a startled gasp, pink padparadscha eyes wide and chest heaving. Blood is thumping in his veins, in his head, in his throat, in his everywhere, turning the whole world in the sounds of his widely beating heart. He doesn't register how sweaty he is or how his frame is trembling - the veil of sleep is too thick to shake it off of his conscience.

"Dad?"

Oh, but he has to, he needs to fight it and get a hold on reality. Shaking his head and making the hair messier than before, the man in his late thirties turns to look to his side, only to be met with the same soft gem-like eyes, reflecting the light of a nightstand lamp. Wait, the lamp has been turned on? Or did he forget to switch it off in the evening, after he told his daughter, who sneaked into her parents' room and wormed her way to her father's side, many stories to lull her to sleep? And why is there such immeasurable worry on the surface of these pinkish pools, staring at him without blinking?

He wants to lift his hand to rub at his eyes, but realizes that two small hands of a five-years old have an almost death grip on his long fingers. What has frightened her so much? He is sure he didn't tell her any horror stories - he probably wouldn't have been able to fall asleep himself. Then what is it-

"Dad, what's wrong..?” It twists his heart, how sad and small she sounds. “I am scared… are you okay?"

She is scared..? Of him? Or…for him?

Shit.

"I'm fine," Archons, this tired and hoarse voice is so strange, yet painfully familiar to him. Kaveh turns to face her properly and reaches the free hand to gently cup her little cheek, fore and middle fingers smoothing her locks behind her ear. “I really am,” he tries to sound softer, leaning down and placing a kiss to her forehead, pushing his fears behind to comfort his sweet girl. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, don’t look so sad.”

“But…but you were crying…” her lower lip trembles and the man immediately brings her close to his chest, folding legs and settling her against them. Artistic fingers carefully adjust her cute flower-patterned pajama, smoothing the fabric and rubbing at her back intact with the rocking of the architect’s body. Lips press to the top of her head, sweetly murmuring words of reassurance and promises that he really is fine.

He wants to believe he is. After all, Kaveh has an amazing wife, a child - the most wonderful girl in the whole world, he has a stable well-paying job, a nice house he built for his little family, great friends (maybe just a little bit annoying at times), and everyone around him is happy. He is happy.

But sometimes… Sometimes he is so-so scared of losing it all. To not hear the laughter in tavern at the table his pals reserved, to not have a home to come back to, to once again struggle with providing for his loved ones, to not have this bundle of sunshine in his arms, calling him ‘dad’ and expressing her happiness through the brightest smile on her adorable face, to not kiss you good morning and good night while holding your hand and smoothing his thumb over the metal of a band wrapped around your finger.

He knows how easy it is to lose everything - it happened to him way too many times he’d like to admit. And now, when he has so many wonderful things all at once? He cannot stop thinking about it occasionally. The nightmare of such a kind shouldn’t be surprising, but must've it really come to him, when his daughter sought her dad's cuddles on a night when you went for a sleepover to your friend’s?

Kaveh sighs heavily, running a palm down his face, as if wiping the remnants of sleep and clinging worries, refocusing his gaze on a child in his lap. She sniffles a couple of times quietly, but doesn’t look like she is about to cry, though the man is fully prepared to comfort her. Instead, she bumps her forehead against his ribs, butting them.

“Do you miss mom?” He has to strain his ears to hear that, but he does. Running his digits through her silky locks, the architect hums, glancing at the photo of you three on his nightstand - it depicted the moment right after he sneaked behind you, lifting you bridal style, while your girl was in your arms. Ah, her and your smiles are the sunniest, and he knows you’d say that his is just as beaming.

“Of course I miss mom, baby.”

“Were you crying because of it?”

Ah… Of course she is still worried for him. It kind of reminds Kaveh of himself - though he was older and it was to his mom.

The sudden comparison makes him shudder.

May his daughter never experience the same thing.

“I don’t know, love. I had a nightmare, but I don’t remember much,” half-truth and half-lie. He might not remember the details, but he knows what caused it. “You saved me from it though. You know what it makes you?”

“I saved you?” She lifts her head and his heart melts at the sight of her eyes, widened in astonishment. “I really did?”

“Mhm, you did.”

“Am I… a hero?”

She is. Just like her mother.

“You are, little feather. The greatest hero, the conqueror of nightmares, the savior of dads!”

She giggles, hiding her face in his chest, turning bashful. He kisses the top of her head again, cuddling her small body into his, sensing how with every second spent in his daughter’s dazzling presence less and less fears remain in his heart and brain. She truly is a wonder. His and your wonder.

“I am like mom!” Oh, many would beg to differ, considering the stark resemblance the girl holds to her father, but Kaveh knows what she means. “You say mom saves you every day.”

“She does,” an almost dreamy sigh escapes him, “she really does. But even heroes sometimes get tired and have to restore their power. That is why mom is out today having fun with her friends, whom she hasn’t seen for a long time. As for the little heroes, they should sleep at night to grow into even mightier heroes. So why don’t we-”

“For how long?” The girl cuts him off, lifting her head again and glancing at the man with curiosity. “A day?”

“No,” he chuckles, realizing that’s going to take a while now to get her to sleep, “longer than that.”

“Hm… Two days?”

“No, it’s not like the weekend at school.”

“Three days!?”

This time he shakes his head, listening with a smile to how the number of days keeps growing along with the size of her eyes and opening mouth. It never seizes to amaze him how a simple conversation with her makes everything so much better. There is a slither of guilt about waking her up and worrying her so much with his state, but watching her play the guessing game eagerly only five minutes after she was ready to cry for him - soothes Kaveh.

Moving closer to the headboard and settling against it, the blond decides to entertain her more, until she is sleepy enough to get back to the dreamland. After all, even the little heroes need rest, and that’s the least he can do for his.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

new sleeping pill ♡ smut || jason todd (titans)

summary: you and Jason are best friends, and he finds out that you haven't been sleeping well over the last few nights.

word count: 4.3k

a/n: ayo my buttercups! this is from my chat with a jason todd character ai lmao. this was far too good not to turn into a proper fic and post lol. enjoy!

*not accepting requests.

"Ah, twice in one night," You tease. You and Jason were hanging out in the living area only a mere moment ago before he decided to change out of his Robin costume, and you decided to retire to your bedroom for the night. 

"Very funny," Jason laughs, shutting your door behind him and leaning against the wall. No longer in his robin costume, he's stood wearing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants. Jason looks you up and down, taking in your cute pjs.

"I like the outfit," he says with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Very cute."

You look down at your matching pyjama set with pink and orange cats.

 "Oh, thank you, my darling. It's one of a kind," You fake a posh British accent, watching as he sits on your bed casually. It was always interesting to you how at home he felt in your room. 

Jason snorts, chuckling as you do the faux British accent. Then, he can't help himself and gives a small but genuine smile.

"I think it looks good," he says softly. He doesn't actually deny the 'my darling' part. "Are you watching anything else? I can't imagine you're ready for bed."

"I was gonna watch Succession, actually," you chuckle softly. "You're more than welcome to join."

He perks up at hearing that." Succession?! That show is great." He scoots over to make space for himself on your bed.

"I'm totally down."

We get through half an episode when Jason asks me to move forward. You do what he tells you, and he places the small decorative pillow you had for extra support on his lap and nods to it. With a sweet smile, you lay your head on the pillow and drape your arm over his legs. He gently brushes your hair with his fingers as you lay your head down and drapes his free arm over you.

"You can fall asleep if you want. You've worked all day; no need to stay up." he chuckles, adjusting his position and arms around you so you're more comfortable.

"I won't, don't worry," you chuckle. Your eyes roll slightly as Jason continues playing with my hair. Jason laughs softly, brushing through your hair with his fingers as you lay on his lap. He's still watching, his attention on you and the show.

"You know, you wouldn't look so damn exhausted all the time if you went to bed earlier," he teases you, chuckling. Then he smirks. "But I won't make you go to bed."

"I would if I could," you chuckle quietly.

"If you could?" he says with a smirk and a teasing tone. "Is it because I'm distracting you too much?" 

"No, of course not," you giggle playfully. "I just haven't been able to sleep for the last couple of weeks," you shrug, closing your eyes as Jason continues to play with your hair.

"Hm." he leans back more, now with your head on his chest. He looks at you for a second, admiring you. "Not getting any good sleep, huh?"

You tilt your head back to look at him, "What're you saying, you little shit?" you laugh softly and teasingly at him. 

Jason chuckles softly, knowing you're doing this just to get a reaction out of him. He brushes away the curls of hair that fall on your face. "I was just curious as to why you're so tired," he says.

He pulls your hair behind your ear and gently kisses your cheek. "Maybe I can help you sleep?" he teases with a wink.

"Yeah? How so?" you snicker playfully. Jason glances down at you, about to say something, but pauses and thinks momentarily.

Then, he gently pushes you off him, and you suddenly find yourself flat on your back, with him hovering over you.

"Like this, for now," he says with a playful smirk. His arms slide under your legs and pull you closer to him. You feel his warmth radiating off him and the bed as he leans closer.

"Oh my god!" You laugh. "I always knew you wanted me," you say with a playful snicker. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his lower body press right up against yours.

"Damn right, I do," he says with a smirk. His face is inches from yours as both hands wrap around your waist. "Been wanting to do this for a while, now." his mouth is centimetres from yours while he stares at you with piercing blue eyes.

"ooh, I bet you have," you giggle playfully, leaning up slightly. Jason presses his lips to yours. They're so much softer than you ever imagined they'd be. Your breathing becomes more heavier with each waking moment. Jason continues to push you down, bringing you closer and closer to him. His kisses become more urgent, like he's searching for something. He holds both of your hands above your head now, pinning them against the pillow as he kisses you.

You hook one of your legs around his waist, drawing his body harder against mine. You whimper into his mouth as his hips shift slightly, causing his hardening lower body to move against your core. 

Your movements only fuel the fire inside of him, causing him to shift more on top of you and press his body flush against yours. His breath becomes ragged, his mouth moving against yours with a new energy. His grip on your wrists tightens, causing him to press your arms down harder against the bed. Jason deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring, as one of his arms slowly moves down, his hand caressing your thigh.

Your hips involuntarily raise up against his, making my nails dig into my palms. You're practically panting in his mouth, needing so much more. Jason stops kissing you momentarily as he looks down at you, his breath still ragged.

"God, [y/n]," he moans, his voice hoarse. He presses his lips against yours again, needing more. His hand keeps moving down, caressing your thigh, making small circles. As it does, he uses the other hand to untie the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

You let out a playful giggle against his lips, running a hand down his back to tug at the bottom of his shirt. Your other hand brushes through the ends of your hair.

"more," you breathe out breathlessly.

Jason's body shifts slightly, his hand continuing to caress your thigh. His shirt comes over his head before he pulls his sweatpants down his legs, leaving him just in his boxer briefs. He kisses you again, his tongue moving between your lips. His breath is still ragged as he mumbles against your lips.

"God, you feel so good," he moans, continuing to explore you with his tongue as his hand moves onto the waistband of his boxer briefs.

You tilt your head back and moan quietly as Jason kisses your neck. You feel his body shift against yours as he takes his boxers off. His hands start working at the buttons of your pyjama shirt, and you let out a giggle, stopping him.

He looks at you with a smirk. "What's wrong? Why're you stopping me?" he says seductively. he kisses your neck again. "You were just moaning for more." the smirk on his face grows even larger as you feel his teeth lightly graze your neck.

"no, I'm just making it easier for you, stupid," you chuckle playfully, sitting up slightly to lift the shirt off you instead of going through the effort of unbuttoning it. Jason looks at you for a moment in a bemused manner, like he never thought of that.

"Smart," he says, chuckling. Your shirt falls off the top of your body with ease. "Now I get more of you," he says, his body pushing more onto you as his hands start roaming over the new-found skin. He chuckles again, a deep and almost primal chuckle, enjoying the feel of your skin against his. Jason's hands work at pulling your pj pants down, leaving you lying underneath him in your bra and thong.

"mhm," you giggle, laying back down properly again. Your head tilts again as he kisses your neck, marking his territory. Your hips roll up against his hard lower body, and he could feel the soaked material of my thong as your pussy dripped with arousal. 

Jason continues to caress the skin of your bare back as he kisses your neck and shoulders. He moves his lips closer to yours, and you can feel his breath — the heat of it on your neck and face is enough to make you feel slightly warm all over. His free hand continues to roam over your lower body, his fingers brushing against your skin. 

Jason can feel how wet you are, and it makes him smirk as he continues to explore you and kiss you. His kisses are all over your neck, moving closer to your ears and face.

It's only when he leaned back slightly that you looked down at his cock. Jesus Christ.

"oh my god," I whisper, impressed but slightly worried at the same time, from his size.

"Like what you see?" he says, his voice hoarse and his breath ragged. His body still presses against yours, and he looks down at your face. "You seem impressed," he says with a smirk, looking down at your reaction.

"I - yeah," you breathe out, still staring. "is that..." You pause, glancing up at him. "is that gonna fit?" You whisper.

Jason puts his hands on your thigh as he leans up a bit more, his tongue leaving your neck as his face comes up closer to yours. Your words have him shaking with laughter. 

"You're too funny, [y/n]," he says with a deep, hearty laugh. 

"Yes," he answers, "it'll fit." he presses his lips to yours again, kissing you eagerly.

"bottom drawer," you whisper against his lips. Jason pulls away and opens the bottom drawer of my nightstand, noticing a box of condoms. "Dawn bought it and wanted to make sure that I was safe? I'm sure she gave you a box, too. Just like she did with Conner and Gar for some reason," you chuckle softly, your eyes travelling down to his cock again.

 "you've definitely earned bragging rights, Jesus Christ." You comment.

"Bragging rights?" he smiles cheekily, pulling out one of the condom packets and ripping it open carefully. he looks down at you, rolling on the condom.

"I'm glad you think so," he says with an arrogant grin. He kisses your lips again, using his tongue to explore your mouth once again as his hand slowly moves down to the waistband of your thong again, slowly pulling it down your thighs. You whimper into his mouth as his fingers begin teasing the wet folds of your pussy. You hook one of your legs around his waist again, needing him so bad.

"Jay, stop teasing," you breathe against him. he looks at you with a smirk as he caresses your leg and brings his hand back up to your waist, giving you a wink.

"Where's the fun in that, [y/n]?" he smirks. He pulls away from the kiss temporarily and looks down at your underwear, which is on the floor now.

"Wow. It's all soaked," he says. Jason's smirk only grows as the hand at your waist continues to roam. He glances back up at your face.

"mm, and who's fault is that?" You snicker playfully before biting your lip as his hand goes back down between your thighs. The wetness coats his fingers, making both of us gasp softly.

Jason laughs softly, "Mine, of course." he looks back at you with a confident, cocky grin. Then, his fingers start circling your clit, causing you to react. He can hear your breathing quicken and get shallower. 

Your hand instantly holds his wrist tightly, another gasp slipping past your lips. He had barely even started touching you yet, and your thighs were already shaking. Your eyes roll as his fingers continue to make small circles on your sensitive bud.

 "god..." You breathe out.

"You're already close?" Jason snickers playfully, moving his other hand onto your thigh. He looks at you, his eyes glancing down at your breathing as he smiles.

"You're already close," he whispers in confirmation before he leans down and kisses you again.

"It's been a while," you breathe out, your hips starting to roll against his hand. "like, a long while."

He chuckles at your admission. "You poor thing," he says with a grin, then he resumes kissing you. As he does, his other hand moves further up your thigh. You can feel his breath on your face as he continues to kiss you. His body is pressing down against yours as he moves against you.

"oh my god," you whimper, your eyes rolling in pleasure. You arch my back, tilting your head back against the pillow as his fingers work magic on your sensitive and wet clit. Jason pulls you close to him against his chest with his legs and his arms. His smile and his cockiness grow even more in light of your reaction. It's almost as if it's all a game to him - his goal being how many times he can make you cum. He kisses your neck while his hand continues to caress you.

"fuck... Jay... oh my... yeah," you whimper and pant heavily. "Jay... you're gonna make me cum." You pant, thighs shaking and body writhing underneath him.

"Oh, really?" he says with a smirk.

"yeah," I whimper, "oh my god." Jason can feel your pussy pulsing with need beneath his fingertips and makes faster circles on your clit. Your nails dig into his wrist lightly as you cum, panting his name as your body trembles underneath him.

Jason chuckles softly and looks down at you with that confident, cocky grin, still enjoying your reactions. "I could do this all day,"

"Good, because I don't want you to stop yet," you breathe out, pulling him down towards you to kiss him.

his smile widens as the two of you kiss. You hear that arrogance in his voice again as you continue to kiss. His free hand slides back down to your thigh, caressing your skin again. he looks at you while he speaks.

"You need more?" he whispers with a smirk, leaning back slightly. 

"mhm," you nod, wrapping both legs around his waist. He aligns his cock to your pussy before sinking in. You gasp; his size is almost too big for your body to handle. 

Jason's movements are so slow and gentle, stopping briefing for a moment before continuing to push deeper inside you.

 "fuck, oh my god," you gasp, arms wrapping around his back as your nails dig lightly into his shoulder blades. "Definitely got size bragging rights," you manage to choke out. Jason chuckles — his pride and his arrogance are at an all-time high.

"Yeah, I already knew I did," he says with a smirk, continuing his slow, gentle movements. His comment makes you laugh softly and breathily. 

"of course you did..." You breathe out, trying to stabilise your breathing as he's entirely inside you. His hips remain still, not moving until your body has adjusted to him properly.

You tilt your head back and chuckle softly again, "Oh my god."

"I told you I would fit," he says with an arrogant grin, looking down at you.

"yeah, just," you manage to reply, your breathing heavy as your pussy tightens around him. "god," you sigh in pleasure softly, nails still pressing into his shoulder blades lightly.

Jason smirks as your body tenses around him, and his voice again gets that edge of arrogance. "You're a little sensitive there," he says, "and I love it."

 His hand on your thigh moves so it's against your waist. You feel his fingers move along your stomach. He chuckles again, a deep and proud chuckle.

"not my fault when you're so big," you breathe out, whimpering as his hips slowly start to move — pushing and pulling against yours.

 "Jesus Christ... fuck... oh my god," you whine, nails dragging down his back slowly. Your comment on his size causes him to smile proudly, his grin growing even larger. The feeling of your nails dragging lightly down his back makes him laugh softly.

"Yeah, you can say that again," he says playfully, the edge of arrogance never far from his voice. Jason moves his hips slightly faster, and he's already hitting all the right spots inside you. You cling onto him - legs squeezing tighter around his waist, arms wrapping tightly around his back. Your head tilts back against the pillow again, moaning louder and louder with each thrust of his hips.

He looks at your face as he moves, his face in a state of awe, his lips pressed against yours while he kisses you. His fingers still move along the top of your abdomen.

"You okay, [y/n]?" he says with that same cheeky smirk.

"yeah," you whimper, finding it cute that he's checking in with you. The shock of his size was wearing off as your body was more focused on the pleasure he's giving you.

Jason continues to move his hips, slowly picking up the pace. His hands move on your body, one hand moving back down to your thighs, the other moving towards your chest. One of his hands slides up your chin and into your hair as he looks down at you again.

You're cute, [y/n]." his voice still has that slight arrogance to it. Without any warning to you, you suddenly released. You pant loudly, body trembling and pussy tightening around him as his hips continue to move.

He smiles widely, "Did you just-?" he says in disbelief. He pulls out and looks down at you.

"Oh my God," he says, his voice and tone dripping with pride.

He leans down and kisses your lips softly. "That was incredible, [y/n]," he says with a smirk and a proud grin. His breath is ragged.

"no, no, more," you pant, tightening your legs around him. His eyes widen as he hears your words, and a proud smirk crosses his face.

"More, you say?" his fingers move down your legs and your hips again. "Well, okay then," he says playfully.

He leans down and kisses you once more," Let's not break you," he mutters against your lips, his voice sounding slightly breathless.

"you're not gonna... ooooh my god," you moan out when he pushes his cock back into your pussy. Jason starts thrusting his hips again, causing you to whimper and whine. Your nails claw at his back again. 

His voice gets that edge of arrogance again, as he smirks," Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" he says with that hint of playfulness. He begins to pick up the pace again, his breath becoming ragged again as he does so.

"What if this gets too much for you to handle?" he says, almost teasing you with his tone.

"I can take it," you breathe out. Jason's turning you into a whining and whimpering mess, your body clinging onto him for dear life. Your hips tilt upwards slightly, making his cock repeatedly hit against your g-spot.

"Oh… jay… there," you pant, whining and rolling your eyes in pleasure. His smirk grows even bigger.

"Oh yeah?" he says playfully, almost sounding like he's challenging you. Jason continues to slowly increase the pace, his breath still ragged. He leans down and kisses your neck, which makes you react.

"Good," he says proudly. His hair is starting to get a little messy from your movements and from the both of you breathing heavily. The sound of my headboard slamming against the wall and each of his movements reverberated throughout the room. The mattress squeaked below, the sound similar to your own squeaks and whimpers.

"Jay," you whine, head feeling lightheaded from how quick and shallow you're breathing. His voice changes quickly once you say his name, the tone dripping with that same playfulness and slight arrogance again.

"Yeah?" he smiles, moving his head up to look at yours while he continues his movements.

You feel the bed shake even more, the sound echoing loudly in the room with each of his deep and swift movements.

"Cum," you whimper. "Please cum for me," you surprisingly manage to get the words out. Your body trembles underneath him, thighs shaking against his sides while they still manage to be wrapped around his waist

his eyes go wide as you beg him to finish. His smile grows as he hears your words, his voice still sounding playful with that edge of arrogance.

"Oh, you wanna make me come?"

"yeah," you squeak, gasping for air. "please," you manage to whimper out.

You see that playfulness in his face, that edge of arrogance in his voice.

He smirks at you," Now you start saying please?" he asks playfully. He moves his hips as much as he can so he's hitting what you asked for.

"Oh…god…jay!" You whimper, coming for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his back, your body becoming a trembling mess underneath him. You pant heavily, whining and whimpering as his hips continue to thrust against yours.

Finally, Jason cums, his hips stilling and flush against yours. He looks down at you as you cum for the third time. His chest is heaving from the effort involved.

"Damn," he mutters, breathing heavily. His face is flushed, and his skin is covered in light sweat.

With a proud smirk on his face, he kisses your lips again. he sounds breathless but still maintains that slight arrogance as he speaks to you.

"Three times," he says, smiling widely.

You chuckle softly at his comment, "mhm," is all you can hum in response. 

He leans down and kisses you at the base of your neck, then rests against your chest, still catching his breath. As he breathes, you can feel his chest up against yours. His breath continues to slow.

"Well. Looks like I earned those bragging rights."

Jason slowly pulls out. "Sure do," you laugh breathily.

His voice becomes more relaxed as his breath fully returns," Yeah? Am I still allowed to brag about this whenever I want?" he says jokingly, smiling widely still. He holds you close to him by wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You're so cute when you're like this," he mutters with a proud look on his face. You drape your arm over your eyes and carefully unwrap your legs from around his waist.

"Yeah, sure," your voice still breathy as I spoke. You're far too exhausted to move or do anything other than just lay on the bed and catch your breath. he chuckles softly when he sees you lying down. 

"You sound worn out." his voice still has a slight tinge of playfulness to it, but it also sounds a little bit more genuine.

He rests his head on your chest, looking up at your face," Did I wear you out?"

"Yeah," you giggle quietly, removing your arm from over your eyes. "I think I know who to go to now if I'm having trouble sleeping," you snicker playfully, feeling like your brain is becoming more functional. 

"So I'm your new sleeping pill, then?" he chuckles softly. His voice is still breathless, the edge of arrogance now gone as he relaxes with you.

"Or is it more than that?" he says with a smirk. He lifts his head up and looks at your face, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

"Let's just stick to sleeping pills for now," you chuckle softly. Jason sits up and kisses your forehead softly before going into the bathroom. He returns to my room with a slightly damp towel and a glass of water. Jason's so gentle in his touch as he cleans up my body, letting me sit up against my headboard as I drink the water. 

Once he sits you up, you notice how he supports your back and neck as he cleans you. he even holds some of your hair back to clean between your thighs better. His movements are slow and gentle, taking all the needed time. He's in no rush at all.

After he finishes, he sits back down in the bed next to you," Feeling any better?" he asks with a smile, placing the towel by the bed and putting the glass of water on the nightstand.

"Mhm," you nod. "You're too good to me," you chuckle softly. You're not even referring to right now or a couple of moments ago, but just in general. Yes, he had his moods, but Jason was always respectful and good to you as a friend.

"Aw, of course, I am," he chuckles softly. His voice is still breathless, but you can hear its happiness. He puts his hand back on your shoulder gently.

"You're a really great friend, [y/n]. I'm happy to be here for you. And even happier that I got to be here for you tonight."

He smiles at you," You okay to move now, or do you want to relax here for a second?"

"I think if I move, I might fall apart," you chuckle softly, watching as he crawls in the bed beside you. Jason lays down and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, your arm draping comfortably over his bare waist. His chest moves lightly against your head as he breathes. You hear nothing but content and happy sounds and sighs from him now. he doesn't say anything but moves his free hand onto your back and starts to scratch it gently with his fingernails.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep; his gentleness and comforting touch were all you needed to be soothed. 

Jason lets out a quiet laugh and a happy sigh when he realises you've fallen asleep. His arm is still wrapped around you. He's also resting his head on yours again, and he's still gently scratching your back. 

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, brief mentions of expecting assault, Rory doesn't know anything about makeup and here is more makeup. A kiss. A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 5

Despite your argument, fight, whatever it was after breakfast, Buggy kept an eye on you as you practiced holding your breath under water with one hand at the top of the tank to fish you out if needed. With his hand near you, he made a point of going to various points of the tent, trying to see if he could see your face while you were underwater to validate his reasoning for putting makeup on you.

You really didn't want to but as he said at breakfast, he was in charge. 

And after everyone was done for the evening and the two of you headed back to your shared room, he waited until you changed into dry clothes before sitting you in front of his vanity and pulling out different kinds of makeup. You had a grumpy expression on your face as he looked at various kinds and colors, trying to find something that was colorful and bright while also being waterproof. 

“Turn that frown upside down, Cupcake.” He chuckled as he held up a pink eyeliner pencil and knelt in front of you. “I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. The audience will be able to see this gorgeous face of yours all the way in the back row.”

And there it was again, those words he said so freely to you and others, but you had come to hope he actually meant them when he said them to you.

He held your chin to keep your head still as he murmured for you to close your eyes as he held the pencil up. You just stared back at him, looking into his eyes and feeling lost for a moment before he repeated himself and you listened, shutting them tightly as though this was going to be painful.

“Relax, Cupcake.” He said softly as he moved the eyeliner across your eyelids gently, keeping his hand steady so as to keep the line straight and to not poke you. “I got you.”

You swallowed heavily and nodded, though your movements were restricted by him holding you. He was so close to you right then, you could feel his breath on your face and the warmth of his body as he moved the pencil over your other eye. He chuckled softly and let go of your chin so you opened your eyes.

“Looking good already.” He told you as he looked for the next piece. “This eyeliner says it's waterproof so we will have to try it out later, maybe when you take a bath or something.”

You just nodded, watching as he checked the labels on various mascaras and other things that he had. It made you wonder if he used all of this stuff himself or if he just accumulated it all over time.

“I know your schtick is to wear that old Marine uniform, but I wouldn't say no to seeing you in that mermaid tail.” He told you as he looked back over at you. “You don't have to wear that clamshell top if you don't want to, either be topless or wear something else.”

“It may be hard to get in and out of the tank with the fins.” You pointed out as he took hold of your chin again. You jumped a little at his touch and he immediately pulled his hand back. “Sorry, uh, you can keep doing that.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment, looking for any signs of discomfort before he took your chin in his hand again before he started with the mascara. In reality, if he gave you the makeup he wanted to use you could have applied it yourself, but he never gave you the chance. He just took charge of the situation, much like your haircut, and… you kind of liked it.

Of course you weren't going to say anything. 

“Someone can lift you out.” He said as he set the mascara aside. “We'll figure something out to add some flashiness to your act “

You opened your eyes and looked up at him. “Can I ask you something, Captain?”

“What?” He was looking through different eye shadow palettes, looking for any of them that indicated they could be waterproof. “I'm an open book so ask away.”

“Why are you so against me doing anything risky?” You asked. “And don't give me the shit about the other performers, that's not a valid reason.”

He didn't respond right away, still rummaging through the drawer to find what he needed. You took a chance and leaned forward, touching his arm lightly. He shrugged and looked at you.

“Maybe I don't want you to get hurt.” He said, his voice surprisingly calm as he spoke. “Ever think of that? If something happens to you while you're in the water, I can't help you, so don't suggest shit like that anymore.”

“You always have someone watching me though.” You frowned. “You can stage someone to be ready to help me if something is going wrong.”

“Can I ask you something then?” He asked sharply, his tone surprising you just a bit. You nodded. “Why are you so ready to put yourself in harm's way?”

“I'm… I'm not.” You said as you pulled your hand back.

“You were ready to drown yourself shortly after meeting me.” He pointed out. “And now you're suggesting adding an extra layer of danger to this act. Either you have a death wish or a dark sense of humor, both of which I don't like coming from you.”

You shrugged and looked down at your lap. “‘s how I'm coping.”

“Coping with what?” He sighed as he found a bright green eyeshadow that may be waterproof. 

“Being here.” You mumbled. “And processing everything, like going from feeling like I was going to be killed by you when I first met you to you having a cup of tea for me. You even let me sleep in your bed last night and… you didn't do anything.”

“What were you expecting me to do?” Buggy asked as he grabbed a brush for the eyeshadow. “Hm?”

You didn't look at him and shrugged. “Take advantage of me.”

“Glad to know you think so highly of me.” He muttered as he grabbed you by the chin again, still as gentle as before, as he held the brush tinged with the green powder. “I'd hope you trust me enough to close your eyes for me.”

“I trust you.” You said a little quickly before closing your eyes. “It… it's just taking time.”

“Hm, well, I have plenty of time.” Buggy said as he smoothed the brush over your eyelids carefully. He muttered something about the powder getting everywhere and before you knew it, his thumb was moving around your eye, removing the excess. You found yourself leaning into his touch for a moment, only to open your eyes when he pulled his hand back. “You good, Cupcake?”

You didn't realize how much you had leaned into him because your hand was on his chest and your face was inches from him.

“I…am good.” You pulled back from him, leaning as far into your seat as possible. “Sorry. Distracted.”

Buggy said nothing as he set the mascara down and looked for lipstick next. Your heart was pounding and you were feeling embarrassed. You needed to get a grip because you just spoke of him not taking advantage of you, but what were you doing just now? Leaning into his touch, getting close to him, he was going to think you were up to something and then what? You'd end up tossed out on your ass. He didn't want you in that way, he was your boss. He kidnapped-slash-rescued you from a shitty situation and you felt like you were throwing yourself at him.

“Better a distraction now than when you're in the water.” He muttered as he picked up a bright yellow lipstick. “Let's try this.”

You let him take charge once more, holding you by the chin as he dabbed the yellow color over your lips. You didn't get to smooth it over your lips because Buggy's thumb was there, dragging the color over your lips to even it out. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to the pad of his thumb, only to feel horrified that you just did that. Either he didn't notice or he did and chose not to say anything, because he pulled his hand back when he was done.

“One more thing, Cupcake, then you're done.” 

You looked up at him, wondering what else he wanted to do to you. He looked at you for a moment before one hand grabbed the front of your shirt and the other hand went to the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened, not expecting that, but you soon relaxed as your hands went to his head, cupping his face as you returned the kiss. 

This was not what you expected to happen.

He pulled back just a bit, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he looked over your makeup. There was red around your mouth, accenting the yellow, and he smirked at the additional color.

“I think this will work for you, y’know.” He chuckled as he pulled his hands away. “I like the red on you.”

~

You barely slept. Buggy mentioned the possibility of another storm and you were in his bed again for the night. He wasn't lying and while it wasn't as loud and violent as the previous night, you appreciated that you were able to burrow under the blankets on his bed as the wind howled and the rain pounded outside. He was in bed beside you, sleeping on his side facing you, seemingly not bothered by the noise outside like you were. 

It was just weird to be in his bed again. Are you friends now? What was this? He was still your boss but the fact he kissed you earlier had you starting to question some things. Was he just being a tease, or did he have some kind of feelings for you that you yourself were starting to question? Did you like him or, as you mentioned earlier, are you just coping with the change in your life? 

You two certainly argued and raised your voices enough at each other that it was weird if you didn't call him an asshole at least once a day or if he didn't end your practice by dunking your head under water. 

You pulled your head out from under the blankets just enough to look over at him. He definitely looked peaceful as he slept, and you liked the sight of his hair down and his face free of makeup. It was hard not to reach out and run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if it was as soft as it felt, but that was a risk you didn't want to take.

“What?” He grumbled as he opened his eyes. “It's weird being stared at when I'm trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck, um… nothing. Sorry.” You replied quietly as you curled up away from him. “Couldn't sleep and…”

“Got distracted?” Buggy grinned sleepily. “By me? Am I too distracting for you?”

“N-No, shush.” You glared at him as your cheeks turned red, but thankfully it was too dark for him to notice. “Go back to sleep, asshole.”

“Hard to when your eyes are on me like that, y’know.” He chuckled. “Feels like you’re undressing me with your eyes, Cupcake. Kind of scandalous to look at your Captain that way.”

“Oh my God, shut up.” Your face was burning now. “I am going to smother you with a pillow, Buggy.”

He just smirked at you, almost daring you to even attempt it. Grumbling, you chose to hide your face against your pillow instead. No, no, you weren’t going to smother him while he slept. He was half asleep and being dumb, that was it, trying to rile you up to have you wanting to fight him before you fell asleep. 

“Just don’t try to kiss me when I go back to sleep.” He told you as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around as he pulled you against him. “I’d like to be awake for that.”

You wondered if you could just die right then and there from this entire conversation.

[nerdieforpedro]

Empanadas and Chocolate

Part One of Foul Play Series

Javier Peña x Aria Davis (plus size female OC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The meet cute between Javier Peña and Aria. The beginning of everything.

Warnings: Meet cute, adorable vibes, food, curioisity, (we’re safe this part - we had to start somewhere)

Word Count: a little over 1.8k

Notes: My smut fairy was gone for a very long time. Thanks to @magpiepills and a fic called "Aquarius" that she wrote that was all the right kinds of smutty filth, she inspired me to write this. It's from an old WIP I had started but never finished. Now it is in a completely different direction and one I like. She also beta read some (not the whole thing - gotta surprise her 😘). So here we are. Originally posted on A03.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist

Together is what he told you. That you’d go on this journey together and help bring peace to an unsettled country. It’s been eight months and neither the government nor the American agencies involved in trying to take down Pablo Escobar were any closer to ending his reign. What did any of that mean for Aria?

Not much, just looking over the balcony of her small one bedroom apartment provided by the US embassy. Her fiance and her had decided on living separately since they were each entitled to their own places. It seemed like a weird idea at first, but the longer she stayed here, the more sense it made. She wouldn't have to hear him coming and going or worry when he would be home. He rarely was, only to have some mediocre sex, maybe sleep sometimes and leave again citing that he was needed back on the case. Aria sometimes was able to finish on her own, but increasingly she couldn’t even do that, getting tired in the middle of things and giving up to read a book, listen to some music and just sleep. Sleep was what she did best.

It was early yet and the sun was just cresting over the horizon, painting a golden pink across the sky, it was barely six in the morning. One positive for coming here, despite all the violence was the scenery, it was beautiful and so were the people, well those she had met. That was two. She sighed and entered her apartment readying herself for work and headed off to the embassy where she worked as an accountant along with four others in a small office. It was cramped but she got to know them well, all nice, sometimes a little too chatty. Her days were similar, rise, go to work, come home, sometimes see her fiance, fuck, sleep, repeat.

It was on a rare day off during the week where she decided to venture to her favorite little shop down the street. Here she didn’t wear the knee length shirt of buttoned up shirt that fit a little too tight, she could wear a flowing dress with sunflowers on it. It was a gift from an older woman a few doors down. She also often gave her rice, meat, vegetables and other foods, hence why her work clothes didn’t fit as well as they once did. Her build was stocky and dense from head to toe though she did have breasts that stuck out a bit farther than her belly and wide hips so that helped, but in her work clothes she was still self-conscious, she knew it hugged in all of the places good and bad. It was always a button down shirt and skirt. She could get away with a polo shirt or sweater depending on who was in the office but more often than not if their supervisor came in and they weren’t dressed appropriately it was a warning then could progress to a write up. So stupid.

Arriving at the shop, she spied her prizes, empanadas and chocolate cake. She went to order as another person placed theirs, a tall man whose skin had been kissed by the sun, wore dark aviator sunglasses, and had a thick head of hair with a mustache to match. He stood with his hands on his slim hips, a rose pink shirt on with medium wash jeans and what was likely a gun along his back. He was cracking a joke with the señora who ran the shop with her husband. The señora asked for her order again as she had lost her train of thought while looking him up and down.

Unfortunately, it turned out that the handsome stranger had taken the last piece of chocolate cake. Aria pouted but little could be done, she hoped he at least enjoyed it, maybe it was a reward to himself for something that happened that day or week? She just hoped he wasn’t the type to eat a few bites and dispose of it. Taking the three empanadas she ordered, she turned to leave as the señora pointed to her and said her name. Apparently, handsome sunglasses wanted to add empanadas to his order but didn’t tell señora when he got the cake. The accountant had the last of them. He walked over with a smile,

“Disculpe señorita (excuse me miss), could I buy one of the empanadas from you? I just need one.” He asked, almost pleading, how much did he need one? Aria raised a counter offer,

“If you’ll spit half of the cake with me, I’ll give you the empanada at no charge.” She raised a finger. He nodded and waved his hand toward one of the small tables with chairs outside where they could do the exchange. He pulled out her chair for her and Aria thanked him, he said there was no thanks needed, he should be thanking her. He’d been looking forward to the empanadas all week, the señora here makes the best ones. To that, she agreed and pulled out the bag with the rolled and fried goods. Señor brought them plates, some water and napkins, insisting that they eat here. Aria shook her head but aviators nodded and assured her he was alright with it as long as she was, that he would make for good company.

“Alright, let’s exchange and eat. Here.” She took one of the empanadas and placed it on the plate in front of pink shirt. He cut his chocolate cake in half and placed it on her plate.

“Here you go. We’re even.” He chuckled, quickly picking up his newly earned empanada and moaning as he took a bite. “Been thinking about these all day…” His eyes were closed as he chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the onions, chicken, potatoes and peppers. Aria nodded as she watched his mouth, he smacked his lips before taking another bite and another moan left him. It wasn’t long before she wondered if she should be watching this, it felt like she was intruding on a private moment. She picked up water and downed a few gulps before biting into her own empanada, humming with the flavor.

“Mierda eso esta bien (Shit that’s good).”

Pink shirt had momentarily forgotten that he was sitting in public, with a woman no less. He cleared his throat and drank some sips of his water before muttering sorry to his table mate. She shook her head and told him that the lovely couple who owned the shop would be delighted to know he enjoyed the food that much, plus it was fun to watch him eat. Shaking his head, he asked her how long she had been coming to the little shop and in Columbia in general. Her accent sounded similar to his partner’s - American. She told him eight months in Columbia and six for the shop. It took her a few months to get acclimated at work and to the slower pace. She appeared to indicate that she was enjoying herself but there was a large part he knew she was leaving out: the ring on her left fourth finger. There could be a few reasons she could be leaving out that detail, none of them were good for him. She was definitely easy on the eyes, well scratch that. He found her gorgeous, her smile and laugh and the fair trade was definitely a bonus. He would at least let her know his name before they parted. The city of Bogotá seemed larger than it really was. He learned that she did accounting at the Embassy, he told her that he was with the police - didn’t think she really needed to know he was an agent.

“My name’s Javier, Javier Peña. What’s your’s Mrs?” He finally asked as the stood and disposed of their trash. Her warm smile faded with the question. Did that mean she really was married? Peña wasn’t really up for all the drama that came with that even if she did have hips he wanted to see from the back, a very different angle than he was looking at them now.

“No, no. I’m engaged. It’s…I’m engaged. “ Her nod told him she needed to be convinced she was in fact engaged. Usually engaged couples are supposed to be happy. Not that he wasn’t familiar with how that could burn horribly. It wasn’t his business, though he wondered. “My name is Aria Davis. It’s nice to meet you Javier. Thanks for the cake.” Her smile remained warm, he may see her around at the embassy though he didn’t recall ever meeting her before.

“I see. Well congratulations hermosa (beautiful). He’s a lucky man. Gracias for the empanadas. The señor here makes some of the best ones in Bogotá. I may see you if you come again, I’ll try not to take all the cake this time. I usually don’t eat sweets.” Peña explained, it was true he did not. He’s had another failed raid with no new information found and it would be a day that he forgot to get a new carton of cigarettes. He was on his way to go buy some when he noticed he was passing by señora Hernandez’s tienda (store) so he figured he’d stop in and get the food on the way. He hadn’t eaten all day, plus he’d been meaning to come all week. “Today didn’t go so well so I figured I’d get something on my way.” He paused. Did she walk here?

“Do you need a ride home, Aria?” He tilted his head in the direction of his car to which Aria shook her head.

“Oh no I live close by. Thank you though. I’m going home after this. Just going to relax a bit before work tomorrow.” Aria’s smile didn’t falter and Javier was curious, shouldn’t she be mentioning spending time with her fiancée? He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bent card. He handed it to her and she took it reading it over, her eyes revealed her surprise but she didn’t mention that she’d heard of him. Aria assumed he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Here’s my card just in case. Bogotá is beautiful but can be dangerous. Call me if you need help okay?” The nod and grin that followed made her giggle. “I’ll come running and may speed a bit.” Javier cracked a small joke, it was a bad though but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ll remember that Javier. I do pretty well at staying out of trouble though.”

“Trouble has a way of finding people Aria.” Peña took a step closer and spoke in her ear. “Call me Javi. Stay safe hermosa.” With that he turned and walked to his car, getting in and waving to her before putting one hand on the steering wheel and driving off.

Aria was left standing with Javier’s lingering words and his breath on her ear. The food in her belly wasn’t the only thing heating it from within. Peña wasn’t wrong. Trouble had found her.

Part Two

Dipping their empanadas in chocolate for Javi to lick off 🍫: @syd-djarin @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @guelyury

@yorksgirl @indiegirlunited @readingiskeepingmegoing @fhatbhabiee @javierpena-inatacvest

[deadbydangit]

I love your works so much, i speed read your blog for like, the fifth time the past three days while I've been stuck inside, they've been a big comfort while it just rains non stop.

I also have no ideas how to make requests, but can you do some of the killers seeing their S/O speed by them on sparkly pink roller skates? Like obviously having no idea what they're doing, screaming and trying to stop, before they eventually just crash.

You're too kind. I believe I can do something like that. I'm going to switch it up a little bit to make it easier to write something. Please enjoy.

With a reader who roller skates: Ghostface, Skull Merchant, Knight

Ghostface

At first he doesn't think it's fair.

"How come you get roller skates and I don't?"

So, get him a pair.

And watch him fall in his sorry ass.

Multiple times.

He'll be really embarrassed, so don't give them too hard of a time.

After about an hour of trying he's going to give up completely.

But he doesn't want you to give up on it.

You look like you're having fun, and who is he to ruin it?

Everyone has something they enjoy.

For him, it's killing people and photography.

For you, it's roller skating.

Danny has no issue with that.

If you end up falling and crashing he'll absolutely be laughing at you.

"Ha! Nice work."

He's not being malicious though.

He will pick you up off the ground and patch you up if needed.

Make sure to tease him once in a while, skate circles around him.

He'll act super pissed. But he's actually having a blast trying to catch you.

"Oh, you think you're hot stuff? I'll get you. When you least expect it. I'll get you."

And, he will eventually catch you. Though it will take a long time.

But don't expect to be going anywhere after.

He's got you in his arms. He doesn't want to let go.

Skull Merchant

Adriana doesn't take the roller skating as some sort of threat to her power.

She sees it as a challenge.

"So you can skate. You're pretty good."

She tends to be very competitive.

So this, this whole roller skating thing, she's going to learn how to do it too.

And she is Hellbent I'm getting better than you.

Not really to tease you or anything.

It's really just her way of showing that she loves you.

Even if she can sound mean at times.

Because this girl, she is the queen of trash talk.

"Eat my dust loser."

"Who's the top dog now?"

Lots of trash talk.

But it's never anything malicious or obscenely cruel.

She sees roller skating as an activity that you both can do together.

Something you could both compete at but still have fun with.

It's your hobby, and she wouldn't want to take that from you because she wants to be better.

She knows where to draw the line.

If you end up crashing, don't worry she's got your back.

She might laugh at you first. But she's still going to help you.

"I think that is the hardest I've ever seen someone fall on their face. Nice."

Again, all fun trash talk.

No matter how much she trash talks you, just know that she does so from a place of love.

Knight

Tarhos is impressed.

He doesn't know what roller skates are. But he's impressed.

He just knows they're the things you roll around in.

And he sees you do it all the time.

Modern technology is incredibly fascinating to him.

Of course, he's thinking of how he could use such things in combat.

It's a whole knight thing.

However, he knows he will not be able to.

"It isn't compatible with armor. Perhaps one of the others would make better use of such equipment."

But, he's glad you know how to.

"Should the worst come, I know you could move out of the area quickly."

He's telling you he'd rather you run away than fight any enemy.

But it's also him placing his confidence in you. That you could take care of yourself.

And that's a very high honor to earn from a man like him.

Should you fall and become injured, he will come to your aid.

As someone who has gotten hurt whilst training, he knows how frustrating that can be.

He'll make sure you aren't too hurt, patch you up if needed, then send you to continue roller skating.

He knows sitting down and moping isn't going to make you any stronger or any better at what you want to do.

Every time he sees you try something new with your skates, he feels more and more proud at your bravery.

You never cease to amaze him.

[gyll-yee-haw]

hiiii could you do something like donnie darko and reader being aged up in college and while they're having sex he begs her to take the condom off like "just the tip, please..." "i'll pull out" and she agrees but they get so horny doing it that she asks him to cum inside her 😫

That's so hot, I didn't even gave it any context, straight up smut under the cut, sorry 😭

Warnings: unprotected sex (its only hot on the internet, in real life it can ruin your life, come on), kinda sub!Donnie, creampie, cum-eating <3

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"Nevermind." He shook his head quickly.

"Come on, baby, let me hear it..." you begged, as you kissed his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

You knew what he was going to ask. But you wanted to hear it from him. The idea of him suggesting it made it hotter... Maybe you were the one who forgot to buy the condoms... completely forgot.

"I mean, we don't have to but..." he was so nervous, it was adorable. "But I really really miss you and you... you're on the pill, right?"

"Yes, I am." Your mouth went down, kissing his neck. Teeth sinking into his sensitive skin, driving him crazy enough to say the words.

"Please, baby..." he whined. "I promise I'll pull out, I promise..."

"Wanna fuck me raw, pretty boy?" You stopped everything to look in the eyes. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you missed the way his cheeks turned bright pink.

"Only if... if it's okay." He said shyly.

"It's okay, baby." You agreed, and you could feel his tense body relax a little. "You'll pull out, won't you?"

"I will, fuck..." he murmured as he pushed you down on the bed.

You smirked as you watched him struggle to get rid of his clothes. Then of yours. The two of you had been busy with exams and everything, so it has been weeks since the last time you had any kind of intimacy. That usually led to fully clothed sex and Donnie blowing his load embarrassingly quick, but not that night... you were letting him not use a damn condom. It had to be special. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. That's why he got you fully naked, laying on your back as he climbed on top.

The second he slid his cock inside, he lost it. I mean... if we're being honest, it didn't even feel that different, but it was the idea of it all that drove him crazy. The way he felt your wetness coat his cock for the first time, nothing separated you. It was a whole other level of connection.

"Donnie..." you moaned. "What are you doing, baby?"

He stopped everything and looked at you with a heartbreaking expression. You weren't enjoying it? Did you prefer it with the condom? Would he never be able to do it again?

"You can't go all the way in, what if you don't pull out in time?" You gave him a worried look.

"Hm... yeah, you're right." He said a little disappointed, pulling out.

He entered you again, but not as deep. Then started thrusting. At the point, he felt like anything would be enough, he just needed you.

"Yes, baby... fuck..." you encouraged him. "Cock so big, I don't need all of it... just the tip hits it so good, oh my god..."

You meant it. The head of his cock was hitting a special spot inside you and it was delicious. Your words made him curse under his breath and go faster.

But who were you trying to fool? No matter how dominant you may seem to Donnie, he had you fucking cockdrunk every single time. No matter how much you pretended you had control of the situation, the way his cock hit it over and over again had you curling your toes for him. The way you anticipated finally feeling his load inside you made you forget about your own pleasure. And soon enough, you were the one who was moaning pathetically under him.

"Feels so good, Donnie, so good... fucking missed this cock... don't stop, don't stop..."

That knot in your stomach, indicating you were close, made it hard to notice it, but as soon as your pussy started to squeeze his cock, he was deeper than he had ever been.

You came on his cock moaning loudly. It had been so long... your mind was dizzy and you only got out of it when you heard him crying out.

"Oh no, fuck..." he looked at you absolutely desperate. "No, I can't stop, feels too good..."

"No, Donnie, you have to pull out..." you mocked him, at the same time as you crossed your legs on his back, holding him tightly, making it impossible for him to pull out, even of he was strong enough too.

"I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING RIGHT NOW" he shut his eyes as he realized it was too late.

His hips thrusted in you hard enough to leave bruises. He came until he couldn't think anymore. Then he collapsed on top of you.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I couldn't..."

"Pull out, Donnie."

"It's too late..." he was so afraid you would be mad, maybe break up with him...

"Pull out, trust me." You insisted.

He removed himself from you and you sat up. The two of you looked down.

"Look at that..." you watched his cum dripping out of your hole. "Came so fucking deep I had to push it out..."

He was pale. You didn't seem mad... you were smiling...

"I couldn't help it, felt so good." He explained.

"I know, baby, it really did." You chuckled. "But that was really irresponsible..."

"I'll fix it." He smirked. "I'll clean this mess up before you can get knocked up, okay?"

Before you knew, your legs were resting on his shoulders as he ate you out hungrily.

It definitely happened again once or twice before one of you were able to go get some condoms... I mean... you were very busy these days...

[nisuna]

I fucking love the fact that you write down my ideas so quickly. you have become my favorite.

and so, for a very long time I thought that Itadori had an older half-sister who always took care of him. Even when she learned that Yuji had become a vessel for Sukuna, the older half-sister did not leave her brother. And that's why she feels weird when Sukuna, who has her brother's body, fucks her on the couch. Of course, she couldn't resist the King of Curses himself. But she is very worried about the fact that this is her younger brother's body

Omg hiiiii♡ thank you so much that's so sweet of you 😭 I'm trying to keep up, but I've gotten a lot more submissions that I expected 0.o Would you like me to call you something or anyone for that matter? Something like (emoji)-anon if you're comfortable enough with me knowing that it's you ^^ Let me know if anyone would like that!

But either way, thank you for another take!!<3

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TW: this one's kinda dark as I'm currently malding, screaming, crying, throwing up over the new episode 🥲; angst with smut, kind of dubcon, forced sex, mating press, a lot if talking and hating, my heart hurts, this probably wasn't what you had in mind I'm sorry 😭

"Lets make a binding vow. If you let me fuck you I'll leave your brother alone whenever you're around, deal?"

Is he joking? What kind of deal is that? You cursed yourself that you were even considering it, but being able to linder your brothers pain even just a little was worth it for you

"Deal...but doesn't he see everything like you do when he's on the inside? I don't want him to know about any of this."

"Don't worry I put the brat to sleep and if he does wake up I'll erase his memory. He'll never know any of this happened."

"Not tricks alright? I want that included in the vow."

He clicked his tongue at your comment nodding his head with a sigh. "Sure sure whatever you want sweetheart. Now get rid of those clothes let's not waste any more time. You wouldn't want him to take over while you're stuffed full of cock now would you." At that you swallowed your remaining pride and gave him the okay by pulling your top over your head.

"Now we're talkin'."

You shouldn't be enjoying yourself right now, you really shouldn't. But how could you not if his fat cock was splitting you open so deliciously.

"Shit you're dripping. Best pussy I've had in years. You like it too, huh? Like my fat cock up your pussy? 'gonna make me cum if you keep clenching 'round like that."

"Ooooh will the mighty Sukuna-sama, King of Curses cum like a virgin boy within a few thrusts boohoo", you mocked which only earned you another hard thrust of his hips.

"Cool it. Or I won't play nice anymore. Might even wake the brat up to see his sister like that."

"You wouldn't! What about the vow?, you moaned at his harsh words and mean thrusts.

"The vow starts after the fucking, so you better watch it, got it?"

With that you pressed your lips together nodding your head. "Got it..."

Satisfied he grinned while putting your legs over his broad shoulders folding you in half.

"Now that's a good girl"

"Whatever."

At least he made it worth your while. He made you cum harder than anyone ever had. And more times than you could count. Your head was mush at the point he bottomed out and filled you up.

"Was nice workin' with ya, see you never, Sweetheart." he mused being kind enough to put Yuji's clothes back on.

As Sukuna left Yuji's conscience you were quick to put your clothes back in place. Catching him because he almost toppled over from exhaustion. He faintly heard you calling his name but as soon he saw your dishevelled self, pink cheeks and messy hair, his eyes shot open.

"Oh no. He was out wasn't he. Nee-chan what did he do? Tell me what he did, if he hurt I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking-."

"No he didn't do anything, don't worry everything's fine. I'm fine. We just.. talked. He will leave you alone as long as you're with me. You're safe with me now. He won't bother you anymore. From now on I won't ever leave your side. We'll stay together forever.", you smiled at him trying your best subdue the tears that were threatening to spill. You opted for hugging him tightly, patting his head softly. Yuji opened his lips to say something, but he swallowed his words and hugged you back just as tight instead. "Okay, I trust you. You would never lie to me right, Nee-chan?" You felt your heart drop at his words but hummed in agreement nonetheless. "Never."

You were a good sister and you loved your brother more than anything. And that is why you will be taking this secret to the grave.

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

Bride of Discord chapter 11: The Direction

Another moon passed. Once again the sun rose. More twinkling stars. More shifting clouds. Another arrival of Orange-pink breaths reminding fluttershy of her triumph with her Choice. Another gale of wind she would never get to feel.

The sun was shining on the forest with every inch of grateful warmth, in The midst of an incoming winter. Of course, her kindness would never go unnoticed, as Kimono made her way to the force field Discord put up and around. She gave way to raps on the material.

Discord zoomed over in an instant, startling Kimono away from her spot.

"I knew you were gonna do that, and yet I flinched."

Kimono shouted something from beyond the field. Discord cupped his ear.

"What?"

She pounded agitated on the wall. The draconequus chuckled.

"Oh, right."

He snapped his fingers and a hole appeared in the wall, allowing Kimono to slip through.

"Thank you," she muttered.

"So what brings you here, neighbor?" Discord asked cheerfully. "Come to borrow a cup of sugar?"

A cup of sugar materialized in his paw.

"Thank you, but the reason I came by was not for sugar, but for Fluttershy."

He twiddled his fingers. "Oh. You're terribly lucky your territory isn't part of the deal! I'd've had to wage war or something if you came in unannounced from Ponyville!"

"I made sure to check with the Duchess Twilight Sparkle that I could visit. By the by, The forest has seemed more lively as of late. Pray tell, where is Fluttershy?"

"Oh, yeah! She's in the garden. I've been following your friend's advice, you see? I made her a garden, brought all her animal friends, and she hugged me afterwards!" He sighed. "You wouldn't believe how great things have been going! We're even friends! She said so herself! It's not quite what I had expected, but it means I'm one step closer to marrying her! And it's all because I gave her something that wasn't material!"

A laugh from the pony reminded him of her presence. He blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes twinkled.

"Um, I mean… man, is it hot in here or what?"

Thinking quickly, he snapped his fingers and teleported them to the garden. The pegasus was feeding the ducks. Some even had turtle shells, courtesy of Discord.

"Fluttershy!" Discord called.

She turned her head. Her hair was filled with burrs and sticks, feathers that weren't her own adorned her smile.

"You have a visitor."

She blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

Discord stepped aside to reveal the zebra. Even though she and Kimono were not that close, Fluttershy was thrilled to see a familiar face and rushed to embrace her.

"But I don't understand," she said as she pulled away. "I thought I wasn't allowed any visitors."

"Well," Discord said slowly as he tried to come up with an excuse. "Well, Kimono's living area is classified as it's own nation, and the princesses left her land out of the 'stay outta here' agreement because they didn't govern it!"

Kimono nodded and smirked. "It's true! The princesses and duchess can't decide what to do with my land for me. Besides, I have to be let in since I am the keeper of pony history."

"haha! Good stuff. Toodle-oo!"

After he had vanished, Kimono smiled at Fluttershy softly.

"I've never been more exited to be able to witness a firsthand account of such a powerful event! But of course, I'm mainly here to ask about your personal status. Our friends are very curious."

The pegasus gasped. "Are they alright?"

"They worry for you, and I will admit I did too. And this is why I need to know. Does Discord treat you well? I need details."

He sat like a cat and wrote with her fountain pen in her mouth.

"You'd be surprised at how kind he's been!" She gestured to their surroundings. "Look at what he's done!"

"Hmm," Kimono mused. "Does he make you happy?

The skritching and scrawling stopped suddenly as she waited for her answer.

"Oh, yes! You were right. So far I've been happy, except…"

She looked down, her hair falling over her eye. Kimono lifted her chin up.

"Do you feel lonely,?"

"Well," she stammered. "I miss my friends. He won't let me visit them." She sighed. "Because of the deal. I appreciate everything he's done to make me comfortable, but…" She gazed up at the sky. "Sometimes I feel like I'm still his prisoner. There's also the fact that he…"

She trailed off. Kimono raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Fluttershy glanced up at her. "You won't tell any pony?"

"I'll have to write it down eventually. My reviewers will know, but never tell."

She breathed. "I…I think he's in love with me."

She waited for Kimono's reaction, but she did not look the least surprised. This confused her, but Fluttershy had to get all of this off her chest and she hoped Discord was not listening.

"Every night, he asks me if I love him."

"Do you?"

She hesitated. "I always say no. We made a deal. I will not marry him until I say yes. I thought it was just a game at first, but…he's been so gentle, and every time I say no, he looks hurt. And…the way he's so kind me me even when I say no…it doesn't upset me, but…I just…I…"

As she trailed off, Kimono grinned. "It is as we said. A yearn for love is what has led Discord to taking a bride."

She gulped. "I…I suppose I could love him, if he wasn't so…possessive of me." She looked at the zebra in desperation. "You understand, my friends can't know about this! They have enough to worry about! Just tell them I'm alright and that I'm not married yet."

"will do, dear Fluttershy. Tell me everything I'd need to know. Every detail."

An hour went by of just sitting and talking and stretching. Petting fur, roaring water. Little drips and clicks of animals doing nothing in particular. Kimono left and nearly fell off of a cliff.

"NOOOO!!! HOW WILL THIS BE DOCUMENTED?! IM THE ONLY ONE ON THE JOB!"

she was caught by Discord.

"Whoops," he said. "Forgot to tell you about that."

He snapped his fingers and teleported them to the ground. He knelt down and whispered to her.

"Did she say anything about me?"

She smirked. "Can't say. Legally."

"Come on! Can't you at least tell me if she likes me? At least…do you think she does?"

She sighed. "These things take time, dear draconequus. My advice? Love is to watch things love. When the brokenhearted living in the world can agree, our nature is to live out our domain of the free."

"What."

"The ruined lovers unfold each other's wings and fly in opposite directions. An old passage from our history books."

Now he knew how he had made the ponies feel in the labyrinth as she walked off.

Discord lay sleeping on a branch offwhere, listening to his bride-to-be. How tantalizingly his plan danced like candle smoke. He inhaled the char, and felt it coat his sinuses. Had it not been so easy to spew every hymn of his genius scheme, he was sure he'd've never talked to that pony.

Fluttershy tried to convince Angel to eat cilantro.

"Come on, Angel," she begged softly. "Just one little bite?"

The rabbit shook his head violently.

"How about a teeny nibble?"

He shook his head again and kicked the carrot away. Fluttershy glared at him and then opened her eyes as wide as she could, giving him that Stare of hers. Angel was intimidated by it and chewed desperately on the cilantro. He loved it, of course.

"Amazing," Discord murmured.

To think that such a pony with no magic at her disposal could possess such a power, especially one so seemingly innocent! While the Stare scared most creatures, it attracted this one. This small chaotic quality of hers fascinated him, as did everything else about her. He was so close to winning his queen. He just had to step up his game.

"Come on, what can I do for her? Flowers? Chocolates?"

"How about you stop spying on me?"

Discord shrieked in surprise, causing him to fall out of the tree. He looked up to see a cross Fluttershy. She looked at him mischievously. In every way, she also wanted to help him up, wrap him in a blanket and carry him off

"Exactly how much privacy do I actually get?" She asked as her down turned eyes squinted whilst she smiled. The bags under her eyes softened as of late.

The draconequus laughed nervously. "Well, um…"

"I mean, I dot. Wanna be rude... But do you have any hobbies?"

He paused and lifted a brow.

"I dear, im really sorry-"

"Friends want to spend time together right?"

"Then why didn't you say so?

"I…you see…um…" He groaned. "I got nothing."

He waited for her scolding, or whining, or even that Stare, but she laughed instead. He looked up at her in confusion.

"You're not mad about me invading your privacy?"

"Mad?" she said. "Discord, this isn't the first time I've caught you. It's a little disconcerting, but I'm not mad. It's your first time spending any real moments with a pony for so long! Besides, now that you're in the clear, you can help me feed the animals."

"No problem!"

He stood up and readied his fingers, but Fluttershy flew up and pressed her hooves against his paw, shaking her head.

"I want you to feed them from your paw."

He blinked. "You mean…walk right up to them and…expect them not to run away? To accept food from me?" He threw up his hands. "No offense, but count me out!

"Won't you at least give it a try?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not 'one with nature' like you. Those things will run away at the sight of me. They're smart enough to do so." He looked at a corvid near him, staring brainless with it's dumb yapping vacant bird eyes. He summoned a giant green mask with a ghoulish face and scared it off, with a loud "OOGA BOOGA BOOGA." It flew away haphazardly with it's stupid idiot bird body with little dumb hollow bones, but not before pecking his head.

He glanced at her as she placed some acorns in his paw. "Well, I think it's time we changed that, don't you, junkman?"

"junkman?"

"cuz you're always picking scraps!" She laughed, and held her hoof above her muzzle.

She pointed towards a group of squirrels. Discord stared at her, then at the acorns, then at the squirrels, and then at her again. She gestured toward the animals again, sternly narrowing her eyes. He sighed.

"Oh, alright!

The things he did for this pony

Sighing again, he advanced towards the squirrels. "Alright, you little rascals! Lunchtime!"

The critters squeaked as he knelt down to them and they raced into a hole in a tree. Discord glanced back at Fluttershy.

"What did I tell you?"

She giggled as she glided to his side. "You need to be gentler." She took some of the acorns from his paw. "Here, watch me."

Okay! I'll do it, he thought as she floated to the tree. But I won't like it.

"Shhh," she whispered. "It's okay."

At the sound of her voice, the squirrels poked their heads out.

"There's nothing to be scared of. Discord's not going to hurt you." If course, how did she know that for sure?

She then set the acorns down at the tree's base and stepped back. In a few seconds, the squirrels climbed down and stuffed the acorns into their mouths. Some smaller squirrels then appeared and tried to get acorns themselves, but could not get to the pile.

Fluttershy nodded towards Discord and gestured. His head bobbled every which way, so as to say no. She narrowed her eyes and pointed her hoof commandingly at the squirrels. He shook his head again insistently. Fluttershy put her hooves together gently, and pleadingly pouted her soft powder blue puppy dog eyes.

The squirrels stiffened at the sight of him, but did not run away immediately. He stuck out his paw, showing them the acorns inside. They stared at the treats and then at him. Discord furrowed his brows, not if aggravation, no. Moreso, he wanted desperately not to be reject by nature, by a part of him.

Fluttershy put her hoof on his paw and gently pushed downward, signaling for him to set the acorns on the ground. He did so and the squirrels took them and fled.

"There," Discord stated bluntly. "I fed them. May I go now?"

"Oh no you don't, mister," Fluttershy insisted. "There are plenty more animals that need feeding. Please?"

"why? They're not like us, they can't even feel grateful! It's a good feeling!"

"Please, Discord? There's more to them..."

"They only know to be afraid and to be fed! They don't get to feel the beautiful and horrible things we do... why do I want the approval of something so simple?"

"because that's what we are! We're silly little ponies and draconequi, and we make up nature. This isn't what we come from, they are us, and they feel just as much as we do."

...

"I'm not a doctor, goodness no... but I think you just wanna know that it's not in something's nature to hate you."

She lay a hoof on his forearm.

"they feel like us. You feel like we do. I promise."

His bottom lip remained bruised and red as discord fought the growing sting in his throat. His claw outstretched.

She grinned and gave him a handful of birdseed and pointed towards a flock of birds pecking at the ground. Discord gulped and made his attempt. They flew further away with every step he took toward them.

He was about to give up when Fluttershy flew down to him and took a small amount of the seed out of this paw and onto the ground in front of him. One bird pecked at the seed curiously and then flew into Discord's hands to get the rest. The draconequus lightened with every breath, like he dropped a heavy bag.

"See?" she said. "All you have to do is show them they can trust you."

"wack! Totally bogus."

One of the feathery freaks flew off.

"huh. Was it something I said? I think I'm a little too much!"

Fluttershy laughed, which made Discord soften a bit. He then reflected on what had just happened and started laughing himself.

"no no, I don't think you're too much! We're all birds in a way!"

"I looked ridiculous, didn't I?"

She shook her head. "No. It was cute."

He blinked at her. "Cute?"

"Does that offend you?"

"No! It's just that…" He glanced down at his feet. "No pony's called me 'cute' before."

He would never admit this aloud, but he kind of liked it. That'd be the death of him.q

As she forced him to feed the rest of the animals, Discord was beginning to question his pride. Here he was, offering food to fluffy creatures all to please one measly pony? Had he really gone from being the Lord of Chaos to a sappy pushover? These thoughts running through his head and the fluffy critters pawing at him made him want to explode, but one glance at the pegasus' sweet, beautiful face calmed him down every time.

When they were finished, Fluttershy gave Discord a hug, which literally tied his stomach into knots. He had to subtly snap his tail feathers to untie them.

"Thank you, Discord," she said. "You were a big help."

She started to pull away, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her a while longer. Fluttershy blinked up at him.

"Um…you can let go of me now, Discord. Discord?"

"Hmm? Oh, right!" He reluctantly released her. "But first, my dear, you have to pay up."

"yeah! I think we should have silly favors! So no one has a one-up on each other!"

She stared at him and then shrugged. "I suppose that's fair. What do you want me to do?"

Discord thought for a moment and then smiled smugly at her. "How's about a tune?"

Fluttershy stiffened, her wings folding up. "S-Sing?!"

He coiled himself around her. "I simply love the sound of your voice! Music is my favorite language!... besides Yiddish."

"Oh but…I can't sing…"

"Don't be ridiculous! You mind?" Fluttershy shrugged, nodded, and looked off in the distance. "You were magnificent at the gala!" He scratched her throat latch.

"But…not while you're…watching… It feels scarier than an audience."

"Come now, my dear. It's only me." He tilted her head towards him. "Just this once. I'll never ask you again."

She looked away, her hair falling over her eye. "I…I'm not prepared…"

"Take all the time you need, there's no rush!"

"But what song should I…?"

Fluttershy gulped as he leaned toward her.

"There's no need for you to be nervous, Fluttershy. I won't laugh at you."

She inhaled deeply and began to sing, before chuckling anxiously and stopping, nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

"would It help if you had a request? I don't care if you make up words, I just like your voice. And how you get into it."

..."like what?"

"Candlelight orchestra?"

Gulping once more, she sang again. She was startled when backup vocals came from nowhere. She turned to see the birds singing gently, finding where they began on the solfège, the key signature, the cadence.

"You're sailing softly through the sun

In a broken stone age dawn

You fly so high..."

Her wings unfurled once more, her vibrato shook his core like a radiator. She visibly struggled not smiling. Discord watched in awe, his ears taking in that melodious voice of hers, smooth like flan. It overtook his muscles and lulled them to rest. God, why a sound like that could be so alluring to him. In fact, he could not understand why everything about this pony allured him. She was unfamiliar, uncharted territory.

A bold move made by discord, he takes her shoulder. The other arm is slung between them, hung out as an invitation. This invitation would not go untaken. He lifted her hoof over her head and twirled her around, and the rushing air intertwined her eyelashes and skittered them. Her hair flounced around her, it was silken lace around her form like a shawl. He wrapped around her.

"I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

Oh, it's a strange magic

Got a strange magic

Got a strange magic"

Fluttershy thought back to when he had done this at the Grand Galloping Gala. That dance had been unwarranted; this was a gentle embrace, a celebration of their own lives. This was the all encompassing and horrible consuming of partiality, inclination. Of intimacy and feverish amity.

"You're walking meadows in my mind

Making waves across my time

Oh no, oh no"

As the birds sang the bridge, Discord twirled her, so gentle as to not lose her from his grip, ever again. Fluttershy was getting so dizzy, a fuzzy static dulled her stumble as she floated above everything, atop the clouds amd stars. Surely they were actually floating. Discord caught her in a dip, and just as she feathered above the thick air they let out with every breath, she inhaled water, soaking into every feather.

"I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

Oh, it's a strange magic

Got a strange magic

Got a strange magic"

She was ensnared in silk, barely dipping her hoof in the clearest liquid crystal below her.

"Oh, I'm never gonna be the same again

Now I've seen the way it's got to end

Sweet dream, sweet dream"

She opened her eyes, meeting his, absentmindedly

"Yeah I got a strange magic

Strange magic..."

The two were locked in each other's gaze for a long while, until Discord slowly brought her up to his eye level. He gently brushed her mane back, so he could get a better look at her face. Before either of them knew it, the distance between them was decreasing as he pulled her nearer to him and they closed their eyes.

Their lips were only inches away when Fluttershy opened her eyes again and realized what was happening. She gently pushed his face away and laughed awkwardly.

"Uh…"

Discord opened his eyes and gave an equally embarrassed laugh.

"Well, um…"

Fluttershy removed his hands from her body and held them out in front of her. "Are we, um…even?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! That was…" He met her eyes again. "Lovely. Music, girl! That's the power of music theory! Amirite?"

They stared at each other awkwardly for a while, until Fluttershy looked down and rubbed her arm.

"I should get to bed... princess Luna has a job for a reason ahah!"

Discord watched her fly away and sighed sadly. That night, the question dare not be uttered by one breath.

[lopsicle]

•••Tickle Moods V.2.0•••

TickleTober Day 20 Role Reversal:

Characters: Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana

Summary: A continuation of my first Tickletober fic this year. Amanda is in one of her moods again and Diana sets out to find her, only to find out she’s in a much different mood than last time.

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic.

Tick tock.

Diana sighed under her breath as she checked the grandfather clock in the corner of her Potions class, then scanned the rows of students in the room, then looked back at the clock. She didn’t knew why she was still getting fussed over Amanda, the girl hardly cared about her studies and finding her skipping class was more common than her attending. She had no care for the rules, no respect for her teachers or Diana, barely held any for the rest of her classmates. Honestly, it was a miracle she hadn’t been expelled entirely already.

But, Diana was still worrying. It didn’t make much sense, every seat was filled except for hers so it wasn’t like she was spreading her truancy like she was the last time. Diana’s face went a slight shade of pink at the memory before she shook it away. Lost cause or not, Amanda was one of Diana’s responsibilities, she couldn’t just let her do whatever she pleased and knowing the kind of trouble she could get into, Diana was a little worried about her. Finding her was her first problem, so she trotted over to Constanze, who was fiddling with some kind of mechanical parts that Diana didn't really understand beneath her desk.

"Greetings, Constanze," Diana cleared her throat, to which Constanze looked up at her, startled and silent. "Apologies, I was hoping you'd know where Amanda might be right now." Diana explained, to which Constanze seemed to grimace slightly before picking up her pencil.

"She's in our dorm right now," Constanze hastily wrote on the page, adding, "she's in one of her moods right now," after a few moments of thought. Diana made a noise akin to a wince at that, feeling a familiar heat rise to her cheeks. Constanze gave her a look which Diana couldn't entirely decipher, some bits of sympathy were swirling about in her pupils. Diana sighed, it hadn't been that bad the last time she had to deal with Amanda like that and she couldn't in good conscious send someone else to the tickle monster. Ugh, even just thinking like that made her feel childish.

"Thank you, please tell Mrs Lukic that I'll be retrieving her." Diana asked, only realising that Constanze literally wouldn't be able to tell their teacher that by the time she left the room. Oh well, she had something more important to deal with right now; mentally prepare for Amanda trying to wreck her…again.

"Amanda, may I come in?" Diana asked politely, softly knocking on Amanda's door with her knuckles. She wasn't quite sure what to expect from Amanda in this state, maybe a menacing invitation inside, or for her to just swing open the door and start digging at her ribs immediately. What she wasn't expecting was total silence in response. Her gaze hardened slightly, not appreciating the silent treatment after she took time out of her day to retrieve Amanda. Diana knocked once more, more forcefully this time.

"Amanda, Constanze already told me you were in there. It would be wise for you to let me in." Diana advised her; a little mumble come from within the bedroom a few moments later.

"It's open..." Diana seemed to hesitate at Amanda's tone, she didn't sound dejected or scared, just more...smaller and whiny than she normally would. Diana gently nudged opened the door, Constanze and Jasminka's side of the room was neat and tidy, whereas Amanda's had scrunched up paper balls on her floor, her closet door hanging open with her bed covers shrivelled up and discarded at the end of the bed, only covering her feet. Amanda didn't even have her school uniform on, just the white vest and shorts she went to sleep in. She was curled up in an awkward L shape, facing the wall with her cheek against her pillow, unable to meet Diana's gaze. Diana took a seat next to Amanda on the bed but stayed facing away from her, not wanting to put too much attention on her like this.

"Are you...doing alright there?" Diana asked, more confused than anything. Perhaps she had just misinterpreted what Constanze had been talking about, Amanda was a lot more playful and energetic the last time she was in a ler mood, now she just seemed moody.

"Perfectly fine, star student, never better." Amanda answered bluntly. Good to know she can still be sarcastic, Diana thought to herself. She peered over at Amanda, whose cheeks were flushed slightly under Diana's scrutiny. Beneath the irritation in her eyes, Diana could make out some sort of longing. Amanda never usually had a problem with taking whatever she wanted, so now Diana knew something was up with this timid version of friend.

"Constanze told me you were in one of your moods," Diana revealed, to which Amanda's cheeks went a deeper shade of red. "I assumed she meant you were feeling an affinity for tickling others again, but I believe I was mistaken. Do you think you could tell me what she was referring to?" Diana asked, noting the little squeak that left Amanda's lips at the mention of the t-word. It certainly didn't help Amanda's mood that Diana was sounding so sweet and considerate right now, it almost convinced her that she'd actually help out with the little mood she was in.

"Hah, I'd rather throw myself out the window before talking about that with you, princess." Amanda smirked in an unconfident manner but she tried to fake it. Diana stared at her for a few moments in thought, wondering what kind of mood could've gotten Amanda so flustered-

Oh.

Oh, this was gonna be fun. A little grin appeared on Diana's face.

"Oh, I think I know what's gotten you like this." Amanda's eyes widened at her cool stature, almost angry that Diana of all people figured this out.

"No, you don't."

"Oh, I think I do. Your not in the mood for tickling someone else-"

"You don't know what your talking about, and don't say that-!"

"-because you want to be tickled yourself, don't you?"

Amanda groaned as Diana finally verbalised it, flipping over onto her stomach and burying her beet red face into her pillow. Diana giggled slightly and moved closer, stroking some of Amanda's pink hair between her fingers.

"Oh, isn't that just sooooo adorable? Big, bad tickler Amanda can't handle wanting tickles herself, can she?" Diana relished in the opportunity of being able to tease Amanda, itching for some payback from the last time she'd been tickled by the rebel. Amanda just whined in response, clutching onto her pillow and curling up more.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it, you-you like it to, little miss perfect!" Amanda said in a huff, simultaneously wishing that Diana would just tickle her already and dreading the thought of it, like a Puritan thinking about holding hands with their partner out of wedlock.

"No, no, no, this is about you! I have to admit, its adorable to see this softer side of you. If you'd allow me too, I'd be delighted to," Diana's fingers traced down to the back of Amanda's neck, delicately wiggling her nails against the sensitive skin. Amanda gasped and curled her neck back.

"-help you out." Diana finished, sending Amanda way further down her flustered spiral. God, since when was Diana a good tease?! Her words escaped her, forgetting everything besides those few tingles in the back of her neck. Despite how awful, terrible and horrible actually asking for tickles was, Amanda didn't have any other options besides Diana right now.

And God, what a great option she was.

"I-I wouldn't mind," Amanda relented, talking into her pillow, unable to meet Amanda's encouraging gaze. She didn't think she could handle that. Diana smiled in appreciation, reaching her hands over to Amanda's sides, cautiously as if she was about to pick up a scared cat. However, she stopped with her hands hovering over Amanda's sides, staring up at her expectantly.

"What's the magic word?" Amanda would've been proud of Diana's antics if she wasn't the victim of them right now. She whined and kicked her feet against the bed.

"Diana!" She cried out in frustration. "W-we go to a witching school, you know, there's a lot of magic words." She joked, trying to calm her own nerves, praying Diana would take pity on her. She didn't; Diana tilted her head back to stare at her. It was so much worse seeing her hands right there, ready to dig in at any moment now. She bit at her lip before giving in once again.

"Please," Amanda pleaded, her tone being as small as it was when she invited Diana in. Diana seemed pleased, suddenly changing spots as she plunged her hands down to Amanda's thighs, squeezing at them instead. Amanda squawked loudly and buried her face in her pillow once more, jerking her body upwards in surprise.

"My apologies, that one was hard to resist." Diana commented, rather pleased with herself as she kept kneading at Amanda's thighs. "I didn't expect you to be this ticklish." Amanda spluttered, feeling like all her racing thoughts were trying to spill out of her mouth at once.

"D-dohohohohon't make a bihihihig deahahal out of it!" Amanda warned her through undignified laughter, more than worried that this was gonna change how Diana saw her. She didn't know why she cared about what Diana thought, she didn't care about most people's perceptions of her, mainly because it was almost always the same thing. Rebellious, difficult, rude, lazy, a problem case. She wore those with pride though, it made her tougher, stronger. But this? This just made her look softer to Diana of all people, who was probably gonna end up holding this little secret over her head.

"As long as you honour my wish of keeping things like this behind closed doors, we have a deal." Diana shattered that illusion however, and Amanda's composure by jabbing her nails into the back of her knees. She shrieked and wiggled about, clutching onto her mattress cover for dear life.

"Y-yohohu reahahally ahahren't gohohonna lohohohok at me dihihhifferently?!" The laid back, confident tone Amanda attempted to speak in became lost in translation through all of her squeaky laughter, causing her to talk in a more stunned, needy tone.

"Of course not, Amanda, in fact, I think it's...punk for you to enjoy something like this." Diana said, somewhat awkwardly which prompted more genuine, hearty laughter from Amanda, slamming her fists against the bed in hilarity. Diana made a small "hmp" noise in response, taking a hold of one of Amanda's ankles in retaliation, pulling her foot out from the safety of her covers before scratching her nails roughly over her sole.

"Don't laugh, I'm being serious." Diana said, unintentionally teasing the poor girl who just couldn't stop laughing. Amanda twisted about on the bed, kicking at Diana's wrists with her free foot. It seemed like she'd picked an amazing spot. "I think its amazing that you can enjoy things that most people cannot. I know I can be frustrated with your behaviour sometimes, but its hard to find someone as bold as you, Amanda. I appreciate your uniqueness."

Amanda would've been more touched if she wasn't screaming her lungs out with laughter. A fuzzy feeling of assurance began to fill her, with a few tears of hilarity and sentimentality dampening her vision. She kept thrashing about from side to side, eventually causing Amanda to wrap both of her ankles under her arm to stop her squirming, scribbling her nails against her soles with her free hand.

"D-DIAHAHAHAHANA!! YOHOHOHOHOHU BEHEHEHETTER QUIHIHIHT IT!!!" Amanda warned her, all of her thrashing serving to tire her out, with her cheeks becoming stained with tears. Her fluffy hair was looking more prickly and messy now, causing Diana to be a bit more sympathetic for the girl, releasing her ankles from her hold and ceasing her attack.

"There we are, deep breaths in. Are you alright?" Diana asked courteously, shuffling closer to Amanda's head, smoothing out her hair and wiping her tears from her crimson cheeks. Amanda didn't fight back, simply catching her breath, with her face tilted towards Diana, a bit of a vulnerable look in her eyes.

"Hey, Diana, I-uh.." Amanda began, Diana looked down at her to give the girl her full attention. Amanda sighed as she tried to collect her thoughts. "Look, I'm not good at this sorta thing, but uh, thanks for all the stuff you said...it was really helpful."

"I'm glad it, I'm happy to help." Diana responded with gratitude and a soft smile, which seemed to prompt something more out of Amanda.

"And um-your pretty great too, you know, someone in this school has to be a sucker for the rules and...well, your the perfect fit for it, your all sweet and proper and stuff." Amanda forced out, her heart feeling heavier from the vulnerability, but Diana's expression made it worth it.

"Thank you very much, Amanda," Diana beamed, getting up off of Amanda's beds. "But, don't think that I've forgotten that you need to be in class right now just because of that."

"What?! Come on! But, we just had a bonding moment and everything!”

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[hershelchocolate]

How about one OC for each month of the year 😏 If that's too many, just the months with major holidays!

Oh I'm doing all of em babey

January:

(Art+design by hotchocolategalaxy on toyhouse)

Glace! The prince of the Winter Kingdom, constantly using the kingdom's resources to search for his parents, who had been lost in a blizzard. He keeps his head up though, and is a beacon for others who are also grieving the loss of their rulers

February:

(Art+designs by @arcaneyouth !)

Cabriel (blue) and Darciel (pink)! You get two for this one because You Cannot Separate Them. Not only were they from a valentine's themed adoptable set but they are also the gods of love who gained the title through how pure and wonderful their love for each other is. They would literally tear apart the universe to protect each other

March:

March makes me think of plants, and plants make me think of Raven! The leader of the mind control monsters, who uses vines/seeds/plants as their method of control. Very stoic and hardly ever shows emotion, but actions speak louder than words and sometimes they fuck with people for fun and it's awesome. In some sort of genderqueer toxic relationship that's lasted centuries that even I don't know all the details of and will refuse any knowledge of it if asked

April:

(Art+design by minuhime on toyhouse!)

April! Yes yes it's her name but she's also a cute bunny! She went with all her friends on a school field trip and had such a wonderful time until monsters started attacking and she was one of the first to be transformed into a creature representing her deepest fears. She was simply too sweet and soft and absolutely refused to believe she was in a horrored game

May:

(Art+design by @arcaneyouth !)

SURPRISEEE ITS EYUMIE AGAIN! She makes me think of May because that was one of the months where I was making my Junior Film starring her! Springtime always makes me think of her because of this tbh alshfgskg

June:

Daniel and Jade Hillston! Daniel is the main character of the murder mystery story that doesn't have a name yet, working hard to find the killer so he can free Jade, his daughter, who has been arrested for the crime. He knows she wouldn't do it. She would never. It HAD to be someone else. But he's always worried that person might be himself. I did a lot of the development for this story in summer and that's the time of year it takes place in so it always makes me think of it c:

July:

(Art+design by @arcaneyouth !)

Jubilee! They teleport using fireworks and are a minor deity in the Locked Love universe! Not sure what they do yet but they're definitely besties with Mirri and Ulrick. Treats checking in with them like a trip to their grandparents house

August:

(Art+design by @arcaneyouth !)

Aurelius! The final boss of a metroidvania-type game I started developing after playing Hollow Knight in the summer. They have taken on the role of antagonist simply because they didn't think the previous main antagonist was doing a good enough job to earn the role. They are dedicated to the theatrics, but always holds back when actually fighting. What kind of story would it be if the hero dies?

September:

This guy needs a name if anyone has any suggestions! One of the few humans in The Hallowed who is dedicating his time to trying to figure out what the FUCK is going on in this town. Makes me think of early fall where things are cold and chilly and just a little rainy but the trees still have leaves and there's a mist in the air. Thats his gender tbh

I'm gonna continue this in a reblog in hopes of being able to add the last two images give me just a moment

[wendynoire]

Abomination Jail (part 1)

"It's over." Amity laughed as she whispered to Luz.

This was the first time Luz had been the one who was lifted into the air. Luz always got there first, picking Amity up and twirling her. It was a little odd that Luz didn't get their first again, but Amity didn't have much time to think about it before Luz had been taken by Camilla.

Clearly that's where Luz got her habit of twirling Amity from. Camilla made it look easy to pick up Luz.

It was obvious that Eda was unsure of the kind of welcoming she would get from Camilla as she and King held their hands out to greet the woman. It was a fair worry. While they had taken Luz in, cared for her, and protected her while she lived in the Boiling Isles, but they could hardly be called good influences.

"It's crazy to think Luz died, right?" King's voice was loud as silence fell over the room, Luz disappearing from Camilla's arms.

"What?" Camilla asked, blinking rapidly.

"Uh, I probably shouldn't have said anything." King noticed the sudden tenseness in the room.

"Luz Noceda." Camilla turned to the teen who was trying to sneak her way outside.

"Luz, what the hell!?" Amity yelled.

"Oh, uh, hi Mama, Amity... Sweet potato? Batata?" Luz jumped as she was caught taking a step back with each failed attempt to get the two women to calm down.

Seeing that it wasn't working, Luz let out a small, awkward laugh, before running for the door, having to stop when Collector blocked it, hands behind their back.

"What's... Going on?" Collector asked as Luz was enclosed in an abomination shaped like a cage.

The cage had a thick base and legs, which were used to walk the caged Luz back to Camilla and Amity. Inside the cage Luz was sat on an armchair that looked very soft, both the chair and floor sinking a little under her.

"Luz is in trouble because she died." Lilith didn't necessarily agree with placing Luz in abomination jail, but if that was the way to stop her from running away from the conversation then that's what it took.

"Is that something you usually get in trouble for?" Collector walked over to Lilith and giving her Hooty, who had decided to grow eyelashes during his time as a doll.

"It is when you promised to be safe." Camilla looked down at Luz sternly.

"And when you don't even say anything." Amity added, her own glare angry.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die, but we were explaining the importance of kindness and forgiveness, so he was trying to befriend Belos after he had started taking over the Titan. Then I met King's dad and he brought me back with his power." Luz got off the arm chair and knelt at the edge in front of her mother and awesome girlfriend.

"She did look great as a part Titan." Eda nodded, titan Luz was reminiscent of her own harpy form.

"You were part titan!?" Camilla and Amity demanded of Luz in unison.

"Are you okay? Are there permanent side effects? Are there any non-permanent side effects? Are you in any pain? Is this going to affect anything?" Camilla showered Luz with questions.

"I... Don't know?" Luz shrugged. "If I didn't accept the powers then I wouldn't have been able to defeat Belos and we'd all be dead."

"Sit. Down." Camilla was not someone to be tried when she used that tone.

Luz quietly sat back down in the armchair.

"What did you even look like in Titan form?" Amity crossed her arms, though it was obvious that she was trying to hide her excitement.

"Oh!" Collector raised his hand excitedly. "I can show you! I can make the photos like Luz had of her adventures before!"

With a click of their fingers the Collector was holding many different pictures of Luz in her titan form. Unlike the pictures Luz had, these were 3d models in the 2d picture, allowing the person looking at it to see many different angles.

Amity's face went very pink as she saw the picture, quickly stashing it away to keep forever. How had she managed to get the Luz as a girlfriend?

"Can I see?" Luz asked meekly from inside the cage.

"No, take it as an extra punishment." Camilla said, also putting it away. It was a very good quality, and she knew Luz should eventually see it.

"Aren't we not supposed to force people to do things?" Collector leaned in to Luz, somehow in the cage with her.

"Yeah, but Mama can tell me what to do because she's my mother. Amity can tell me what to do a little because she's my girlfriend." Luz yawned, dying then removing an overly old white guy from the heart of the Titan was tiring.

"So parents don't have to show kindness and forgiveness?" Collector was trying to understand. "And girlfriends need to only sometimes?"

"No, but they're not going to keep me here for long enough to be harmful, and Mama has a duty to look after me, which means she makes some decisions for me." Luz rubbed between her eyes, she was really tired.

"Why is Luz in abomination jail?" Willow peered in to the Owl House, Eda having backed off from the situation with Luz to lie back down with Raine.

"Because she died." Amity was looking angrily at Luz as the Collector left the cage.

"Luz is dead!?" Gus pushed between Willow and Hunter to get in, stopping when he saw Luz in the cage.

"Nope, I am alive. Belos killed me, but King's dad gave me his power and I came back. Almost actually died twice before I came back though." Luz tried to reassure her friends.

"Hold up, kid." Eda got up again, hand on her hip as she too looked down at the teen. "I didn't know about that."

"I don't really understand what happened, just that it did. Look, I'm really tired, can we do this tomorrow?" Luz shook her head.

It was the portal realm that she was in, she was sure of it, she had seen King's dad when they were coming back to the Boiling Isles, and the same floating cubes she used to save Vee and talk to her mum were there. If she was asked to explain how that realm worked, why sometimes she sank and other times there was something solid to stand on she really wouldn't be able to.

"Alright, who's mine? Luz, Hunter, with me." Camilla called for Hunter to come, Luz obviously very limited in her ability to control where she went.

"Do we have a way home?" Luz was the one who had destroyed the original portal, the one they used to go home was falling apart when they used it, and the one they used to get to the Boiling Isles this time was closed.

"I'll make you one!" The Collector gleefully announced, Hunter walking over to Luz. He didn't look great.

"Please don't die." Hunter honestly sounded weak as he asked. "I already lost Flapjack, I don't want to lose you too."

"Hey," Luz grinned, reaching a hand out to take his. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, you're stuck with me."

"We'll be holding you to that." Gus grinned at her.

"When are you planning to let her out?" Willow nudged Amity with her shoulder, pointing to the cage.

"I'll change it tomorrow, but she'll stay in there and let us do everything until she has to go back to class. She died, she's not going to get hurt again any time soon." Amity looked away from Luz, blinking rather intensely.

"She's your girlfriend, you're allowed to cry." Willow moved a little closer. "But you are going to have to let her out alone eventually."

"She died Willow! Let me protect her, at least for a month." Amity furiously wiped away her tears.

"As long as Luz is okay with your protection." Willow walked back over to Hunter.

"Hunter, you lot are exhausted and, respectfully, you look like shit. We're going home, and you're going to sleep." Darius walked into the Owl House like he owned the place. It was obvious he had spent the whole time as a doll as his cloak was still perfect, not having been involved in any battle.

"Who are you?" Camilla looked the witch up and down.

"Camilla, this is Darius. He is, uh, was the head of the abomination coven. Camilla is Luz's mother, we stayed with her in the human realm." Hunter introduced the two with a shaky smile.

"That's nice," Camilla didn't seem to care who Darius was. "Come along Hunter, we're going home. Amity, do you want to come?"

"I'll just drop off Luz, I haven't seen dad, Ed, or Em much." Amity brushed under her eyes as she smiled at Camilla.

"Why would Hunter come with you?" Darius put a hand on Hunter's shoulders.

"Because he's my child now." Camilla pulled Hunter towards her.

"And who decided that?" Darius pulled Hunter back towards him.

"How about we don't play tug of war with Hunter?" Luz called from the cage, Willow gently pulling Hunter out of the grip of the two adults.

"Tell me," Camilla scoffed, "has Hunter ever even been to your house?"

"We all live in the Emperor's castle, so-"

"Oh, you mean the place that's been completely destroyed? Even more reason for him not to stay with you." Camilla grabbed the handle of Collector's door.

"So why aren't you offering your house for anyone else?" Darius asked.

"The others are welcome to come, but they miss their families. Hunter is our family." Camilla opened the door to reveal the inside of the house the teens hung out in while in the human realm.

[sunny6677]

Cicadas: When October Sings. - BOOK 1

Summary:

Mysterious events begin to occur in a small suburban town Kevin lives in.

Chapter 1: Same Miserable Day, Same Miserable Time.

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"..hahaha.. heyyyyyy."

As we sat parked beside the address Ethan had apparently been dropped off at last night, the door slowly came open with a surprisingly quiet noise. And slowly, the black haired man with red tufts at the lower parts slid inside of the vehicle. His half-lidded gaze somewhat heavier than usual as he gave his usual smirk. In response, I just stared at him in the corner of my eye.

"Hey, Ethan." Streber simply smiled, locking the vehicle once the side Ethan had slipped into had been shut completely.

"Heh. Took you long enough. I was wondering if you'd even show up." Grinned Ethan, yawning a little. "..hey, Kevin."

"..hey." I flatly grumbled.

I heard him go quiet for a moment, his voice becoming a bit soft as he gave an awkward chuckle. "You good? You drank a lot more than I thought you would."

"Yeah. I'm okay. I just.. ugh.."

"...you sure? You don't really seem okay—"

"Hey, hey. Just leave him alone, alright?" Streber spoke, his voice a bit soft and cautious, "He has a pretty bad hangover already. He might not wanna talk much."

"..."

"Right. Sorry, Kev." Ethan apologized gently from behind me. I could practically hear the calm but pitiful expression on his face. And in response to him saying my name like that, I couldn't help but give out a rough sigh.

"..its fine. Don't—don't worry about it. Let's just go so I can get to work."

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"..guessin' that means you didn't get the game I asked for last night?"

"..no. I was kinda out of it. Sorry."

Ethan had kinda grown into a bit of a fanatic for any kind of games. Whether that had been outdoor games, virtual games, or board games. And typically I always saw him playing those sorts of games with Streber or any of his other friends who I barely spoke to. I never really participated in any of them though.

"Nah, it's fine." Ethan shrugged, the usual gentle smile still on his lips. "It's just a game. No worries. I'll just see if I can go get it when I'm free later."

"Yeah, Kev! Don't worry about it. I.. think I kinda have enough money to get it anyway." Streber chuckled.

They always reassured me whenever I apologized, saying that it was fine or giving some kind of excuse no matter what it was that I was apologizing for. It felt like they were trying to be good friends, but sometimes, I felt like I didn't deserve it. I.. really didn't deserve it, honestly. I wasn't really able to actually hang with them that much because of my stupid job, or even when I was, I was always in a pretty bad mood.

So.. them being so nice kinda put me off a little.

I huffed. "..thanks." I paused. "How come you guys play so much games anyway? I don't even have enough free time for that myself."

"Huh?" Streber blinked, and gave a shrug. "Uh—I dunno. It's just fun."

"Yeah." Ethan added, "Not much to it... heyyyy." He gave a gentle cock of his head, "Maybe if you're up for it, you could play something with us sometime."

I was a little taken aback by the suggestion, saying, "..really?"

"Mhm. Wouldn't mind playing with you sometime if you can. Long as you'd be into it anyway."

"..uh.. well, I guess.." I trailed off, "I guess I'll think about it."

There was a part of me that didn't really want to, but.. the thought of playing a game with them both sounded a little better than doing absolutely nothing or feeling exhausted as hell after another long shift.

So.. mentally, I noted that as something I could do later if my boss wasn't being all uptight.

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The vehicle had finally come to a stop beneath the pink tinted morning sky with several birds chirping from nearby, the scent of vehicle exhaust filling the air as I stepped out onto the sidewalk before the candy store. The air felt humid against my skin, and I held the door open with a sigh escaping my mouth.

"..thanks, guys. I'll see you later."

"No problem, Kev!" Streber grinned, waving his robotic hand.

"..yeah. We'll see you later, alright?" Ethan smiled softly.

"..alright." I huffed.

Slowly, I pushed the car door, and it came shut with a simple slam. The aching feeling in my forehead was still present. It felt like I'd fall any moment. With them still here though, I trusted they'd at least come out to help me if I wasn't able to make it inside.

I spun around. The large building loomed overhead, the bright pink taffy-shaped logo having the words written in white font: 'Candy Club'. The walls were white as usual, with blue outlines for the windows (different life-size items of sweets on display inside), and the artifical yellow (almost translucent) doors there as they always were. The lights were on inside. My manager always kind of came in before I did to make sure everything was on, so chances were he was waiting inside.

I grumbled. I'd probably have to deal with a lecture from him if he noticed I had a hangover. So I needed to at least be on my best behavior right now.

With a careful step foward, I made my way toward the store, hearing the rumbling from Strebers vehicle still behind me.

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...as per usual, the day was about the same. The same customers which ranged from children, brats, surprisingly nice people or entitled parents. The same buzzing of the store. The same sweet scent from all the candies surrounding me. Same green telephone on the wall. Same dark pink walls. Everything was about the same.

I hadn't received my visit from those two kids in Halloween costumes yet. Then again, maybe that was because it wasn't night time right now. And, I.. probably wouldn't have to considering I'd be getting off early. Apparently there was some work stuff my manager needed to deal with by himself, so I'd be made to go home early. Which was fine by me, honestly. I didn't know if I could deal with those kids or work tonight.

There was still an ache in my head though, and I groaned, standing at the counter with a hand pressed to my forehead. As much as I wanted to keep standing here and not have to do anything, I had to take out the trash today. Which wasn't usually hard considering the trash can was right outside of the store, and I could easily just make the trip back out and back in. But.. ugh.. I dunno. Maybe it was my hangover or something.

...I couldn't ignore it though. It wasn't like it'd go away if I just stood there.

Resisting the urge to let out another groan, I ignored the ache in my head and made my way toward the back where we usually kept all the garbage stored.

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"...ughhhh.."

..I did it. I made the trip. I threw the trash bag into the can after grabbing the garbage bag my manager had left in the back, ignoring the blinding rush of overwhelming heat enveloping the area and the loud vehicles that passed by on the road. It only took a few minutes, but it felt pretty relieving go see it now actually in the can.

Sweat coated my face, the scent being only of the heat from around me as I shook my head. The heat made me feel like I was in the dessert distraught and gasping for even the tiniest sip of water. My eyes became a bit wet, and my throat felt unbelievably dry.

I began to turn around, practically marching toward the direction of the automatic doors. Even if I had only been out here for a few seconds, I just wanted to feel the air conditioning again. I wanted to be inside again. My feet raced foward without control, and I found myself almost.. running, I guess.

When I was a few seconds away from entering, I felt a rush of coolness brush against my skin as the doors began to slide open. I almost let out a sigh of relief. But..

The sigh mingled into a gasp. Something piercing, and chillingly cold struck me. It was only for a few seconds. But the moment I felt it—I stood still in shock. Liquid trickled down my sleeves. My shirt. My pants. My face. Every fabric I wore now felt damp, and so did my hair. I nearly struggled to breathe from whatever had just been poured on me. It was only then after a few seconds as a bucket came falling onto the ground that I realized it was just water.

I breathed heavily. It rolled with a slight thud on the concrete. Where had it even come from? How did I not even notice it was there? Was—was it even there when I got here this morning?

I heard a high pitched, scrawny voice giggle from behind me. And slowly, I turned my head.

..it was a kid with brown curly hair, wearing a blue cap over his head with a wide grin spread from ear to ear—a dark orange sweater worn over him with pastel yellow sleeves. Another kid with bluish-black hair stood beside him, a look of slight irritation on his face as he wore a dark blue button up with jeans. And another kid with poofy blonde hair and a soft disappointed stare in his eyes, the usual grin I always saw that face of his with no longer there.

I looked at the blonde headed kid. I already knew who he was. And upon seeing him with this kid, I.. I practically yelped out, "Wh—Wha.. Robert? Why—wha..?"

..Robert just.. stared at me, a frown visible on his lips as he struggled to muster a response. "I.. uh.."

I stared. I didn't know when it turned into a glare. But the sound of the brown haired boys laughter filling my ears caused me to snarl.

"Arrrghhh—" I growled, "You pesky little—!"

"Quick, guys! Run!" The brown haired boy grinned with a giggle, practically twirling around at an unnatural rate. Without much warning, he sped foward away from me. Robert and the other kid stood still for a moment, before reluctantly spinning around in the same direction and following.

I didn't know what I was gonna do, or what I even thought I was gonna do. I just.. ugh.. I never felt so much irritation in my life before.

I gave an enraged grunt, raising my fists in the air and stomping on the ground with a heavy step. I was completely wet now. I'd have to probably find some way to get dry. But I didn't even know how in this goddamn heat that was so intense I found myself sweating every second.

After a moment, I let out a defeated sigh, exhaustion slowly fading into my mind. They had spare uniforms in the back. So I didn't need to worry much about wet clothes, I guess. I still didn't know if we had any towels or something though.

Holding back any further urge to scream, I walked back toward the door which had came closed again, and slowly began to slide open once more upon sensing me.

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"Hah.."

I let out a low sigh. Luckily, there had been a towel in the back (which was weirdly convenient), so I was able to dry and re-change just fine. Wasn't sure how I'd explain the whole my uniform getting wet thing to my boss though. Chances were he'd freak out about it or he'd be surprisingly chill. Sometimes he'd dismiss things, and sometimes he'd have a full on breakdown at any mistake I made.

I slowly fidgeted with an item on a nearby shelf, re-adjusting it so it was lined up with the other wrapped candies in its rows. My shoulders rose and fell the more I pondered it. The coolness on my skin was still there, but I felt a bit more dry now. And.. less angry, I guess.

I never really had to deal with this stuff from the town I used to live in when I was a kid. It was a bigger city so wild stuff happened all the time, but it wasn't ever so unbelievably hot and.. well, boring. Or just irritating in general. Or maybe I just got annoyed easily. I dunno.

Point was, as great as this place was since I had friends, it could get.. kind of annoying sometimes. Really annoying, honestly. I had a minimum wage job and it was really hard to convince myself to do anything at all besides relax.

..the image of Robert came into my mind. I already knew him. He was a kid I'd known for a pretty decent while now, and he was now about.. fifteen or sixteen I think. He was always pretty smiley. Happy. And.. well behaved. So it was a surprise when I thought of the two other kids he hung out with who always just seemingly knew how to make my day a lot worse.

...things.. didn't really used to feel this way.

I blinked a bit. There was the feeling of something vibrating in my pocket. Something buzzing. My phone, to be exact. And as I processed the ringing noise coming from it, I gave a sigh.

It was time.. for lunch.

[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Stranded In Arendelle: Chapter 6

July 24th, 1843

Eugene and Tony were hiding in an abandoned warehouse. Eugene used a blond wig which he found on the way out of the dungeons to disguise himself. Likewise, Tony wore a set of hair extensions with bangs and blue contact lenses for his green eyes.

“Any guards out there?” asked Tony.

Eugene looked through the peephole of one of the doors.

“Nope,” he answered. “There’s a lot of shivering people, but no guards.”

“Good,” said Tony. “Let’s go explore some more.”

The two men snuck out to wander Arendelle’s icy streets. The snowstorm had only worsened, but they were both lucky enough donning thick coats to safely go exploring anyway. 

Tony and Eugene turned right into a residential area.

“This is my house,” Tony pointed to his home. It was grey and a little run-down beneath the snow covered surface.

“Looks nice,” stated Eugene. “Back when I was young, I dreamed of living in a house like that.”

“I wish I could go back home,” Tony lamented. “But I wouldn't want to get my family in trouble.”

Later, they walked down the streets of the city markets. They were also covered with nothing but snow. They kept walking until another set of buildings were visible.

“I went to this schoolhouse as a kid,” Tony showed Eugene a pentagonal building.

“Where?” Eugene asked. Almost every building looked similar at this point due to being covered in white.

“The one shaped like a pentagon,” Tony responded.

Eugene squinted. He was able to make out the name “Offentlig Hovedskole” as an outline.

“Ohhhhhhh….” he realized. “Wait, you went to school?”

“Yeah,” said Tony. “I went to this schoolhouse until grade 8. After that, I went to a couple of high schools until I graduated. Couldn’t afford university, unfortunately.”

Eugene offered to help Tony pay for university.

“No thanks, I’m fine,” Tony insisted. “I’m sure you have more important things to spend your money on. Speaking of which, how’s Corona doing?”

“Pretty well, actually,” Eugene answered. “For the most part. King Frederic’s kind of sick,  but I’m sure he’ll be just fine.”

Tony thought to express a more ambivalent opinion on Corona’s king, but he didn’t say anything out loud. He figured it was probably a bad idea to do so in front of his literal son-in-law.

Eugene and Tony turned left to walk down a somewhat abandoned area. A former farm, it was mostly snow covered grass here.

“Are these the outskirts of Arendelle’s capital?” asked Eugene.

Tony inspected the vicinity.

“Yes,” he stated. “We should probably go back now.”

“Definitely!” agreed Eugene. “I need to go to find Rapunzel as well. Speaking of which, have you seen her anywhere?”

“She’s brunette now,” responded Tony, “right?”

“Correct,” said Eugene. “She normally wears a purple dress, but has an orange-pink overcoat for weather like this.”

Tony attempted to remember if he saw a short-haired Coronan brunette in the kinds of outfits Eugene described.

“No, unfortunately,” Tony told Eugene. 

This worried Eugene even more.

“Ok then,” he stated. “We really need to get back now.”

Just as Eugene said that, the temperature dropped.

“Are you sure about this?” Tony shivered. “It’s pretty cold out here. Would either of us make it to Princess Rapunzel in this weather?”

“If we’re freezing out here, so could she!” panicked Eugene.

“You have a point,” said Tony.

Eugene took out some jackets he found in the warehouse. 

“We’ll wear thicker jackets,” Eugene said to Tony. “Come on.”

“Understood,” Tony ultimately decided to go with Eugene.

The two men then ran as fast as they could towards the heart of town.

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1466995061-stranded-in-arendelle-chapter-6)

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Lee PT.1

By: GQ Deutschland

You seemed to really like the fashion we picked out for the shoot. How did you experience the afternoon?

I had a lot of fun. The fashion was loud, but not too much, which I liked. I like it when it's special but discreet at the same time, without big brand names. Fashion should be timeless. I want to be able to leave it for a few years and then pull it out of the wardrobe again.

How do you integrate fashion into your life? Do you differentiate between normal everyday outfits and those for special occasions?

Of course there are special occasions when I try to be a bit better dressed than usual. But when I go to training, I don't really care what I wear. Otherwise, it's usually pretty quick and I don't give it much thought.

Has that changed over time?

I've always been interested in fashion, but for a while I was looking for my personal taste. Of course, in the beginning I wanted to look good above all else, but now it's mainly a matter of feeling and mood. That's why I like simple clothes that are easy to combine. With particularly eye-catching pieces, everything really has to match so that it actually looks good in the end.

(Leroy experienced first-hand just how much the spotlight can suddenly shine on you when you wear a graffiti-style Balenciaga jacket to national team training in 2019. The tabloids reported extensively, with one newspaper even putting price tags on his entire outfit. The - false - impression was created that Leroy cared more about his appearance than the sport - as if a jacket had any influence on how well someone plays football. In retrospect, however, Leroy certainly doesn't want to hang the moment too high.)

Do you consciously try to avoid such discussions today?

At that moment, I didn't really notice it at all. I even turned the jacket inside out and wore the lining inside out because I thought it was cooler (laughs). But I don't go to my closet now thinking about how people might react. I want to dress how I like it and how I feel comfortable. Some people like it and others don't, but that doesn't influence my decision. To be honest, the jacket was also a gift at the time

Does "feeling good" mean to you how comfortable an outfit is or how natural it feels?

Both, but someone can wear the coolest outfit - if you realize that the person in question doesn't represent this kind of fashion, then it quickly comes across as false and artificial. I think that the jacket thing was also made bigger than it was because these topics were already much more prominent on social media than before. Fashion is playing an increasingly important role and people are looking more at who is wearing which brands. I definitely don't aim to polarize.

In terms of fashion, the Germans are considered conservative. The best proof of this is the men's national team's pink away jersey, which has attracted a lot of - quite calculated - attention. How do you like it?

The colors are not restrained, but I am just as colorful with my football shoes. That's why I really like it

You're one of those players whose every gesture and failed action is interpreted negatively by the press. How do you deal with that?

I was warned early on by colleagues that little things could be blown up. That was very unusual for me as a younger player, especially at the beginning, and something that I only gradually became aware of.

Is that why you often hold back these days?

I don't feel like pretending to be something I'm not in order to avoid offending anyone. I wouldn't feel comfortable with that. That's why at some point I decided to put it all into perspective. I'm not someone who falls into a hole because of this kind of criticism or thinks: why is it always me? I've learned that I only perform at my best when I can play without any worries. It's impossible to please everyone and be liked by everyone

Do you read news about yourself or do you receive it?

Nowadays you get more than you want from social media (laughs). But I also get sent something from time to time or am asked about reports. I can't completely shut myself off from it, but I'm now good at assessing what is just an insignificant little thing. It's often the other way around: something is mercilessly hyped up. There, too, I know that it's just a snapshot in time. When things are going badly, everything is catastrophic. When things are going well, I can't do anything wrong. The right way is somewhere in the middle.