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thelovelyruin · 1 year ago

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𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖉.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : racer choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso went off to the races, and you just couldn’t wait for him to come home!

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓: racer au! smut, real fluffy, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from speed by kali uchis.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! this is probably the cutest shit i’ve ever written ughhh. anyways, i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

You don't really know what you got yourself into.

“Whatcha need done, doll?”

“Some coolant? I think…”

Choso gave you a smirk as he walked around your car, throwing his rag over his shoulder. He encouraged you to come over and look under your hood, one hand on your back as he leaned you over the car. He brought his other arm to you, almost wrapping around you but being respectful. And fuck, you didn’t want him to be. He took a stick out of a basin, holding it up so you could see.

“Looks like you need some oil, too.”

You definitely needed that damn coolant; his proximity to you was making you hot. If he’d been able to see your face, he’d see just how flustered you were without him even touching you.

“Ya think so?”

“Yeah, see, the liquid is supposed to be up to here; yours is down here.”

“What about the battery?”

“Lemme check.”

He walked around to it, pulling away from you as you gasped slightly.

“Yeah, we got a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

You leaned back against the door beside him, looking at him directly. Shamelessly, he looked you up and down, licking his lips on the way up.

“You’ll need a new one.”

“Oh no! Can you fix that for me, too?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Boy, you think you know, but it just ain't that simple.

All these pet names were working you up, and you were sure he noticed. As he fixed your car, you sat on the bench in his garage, drinking one of the vintage cokes he left in the fridge. You’d seen him pour liquids into your car, something blue, which was the coolant, probably? You couldn’t really focus because he was shirtless now. It was a particularly hot day, one you didn’t think was hot enough to be shirtless, but then again, you weren’t the one working on a car. You could see how his abs flexed as he brought the wrench up to take the battery, glimmering in sweat as he wiped his face with a rag. Fuck, he was hot. You thanked Yuuji over and over for introducing you to him, which he probably didn’t even realize how hot he was, just a simple, ‘My brother upstate works on cars.’

“So, when’d you start workin' on 'em?”

“A few years ago, when I started building.”

“Where’s that at?”

“I’ll show you if you’re real patient.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, doll.”

With that, you shut up, not speaking to him again until he closed your hood, signifying he was done. He walked over to the sink he had in the garage, cleaning his hands and the oil off his arms. When he was done, he walked over to you, smiling as he saw your eyes widen at his approach.

“All done, princess.”

“Thank you so much; I don’t know what I would’ve done without you!”

You reached to pull out your wallet before he brought your hand down.

“No need.”

“You sure? I wanna pay you for your time!”

“Then let me take you out.”

“That’s all you want?”

He gave you a quick nod, walking across to sit the rag down on his workbench.

“Yeah? And what if I don’t want to?”

He brought his face down to yours, lips hovering close as he brought his hands on either side of your hips as you sat on the table.

“Then tell me no.”

You shuddered as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly, then pulling back to grab the keys to your car.

“Friday, 6 PM. Don’t worry ‘bout drivin’ all the way out here again; I’ll come get ya.”

I don't got the time; you should read between the lines.

That was about 8 months ago. Ever since, Choso had come up to see you every weekend, which turned into every few days, coming with flowers and gifts as he brought you into a big hug. Except for this past week, when he drove out of town for a car meet that was forever away. Something about finals or brackets, pretty much an important race. Which he’d won.

You got all dolled up, pretty heels and dress, wearing that perfume he got you and couldn’t get enough of and that necklace with his name on it. Because everyone had to know you were his. He was set to come at 7, flying back upstate by 6, and then the 45-minute drive. You nearly melted when he texted you, already on the road.

“Can’t wait to see you, princess.”

'Cause you're skimming through the pages, it's really looking dangerous.

You jumped around the room in anticipation, causing Mai to come and check on you, but at that point, you had already laid on your bed, giggling as you held your phone. You’d look at his Instagram when he was gone, stories of his car and posing with the trophy and the prize money. And what did he do with that prize money whenever he won? Ask the bubblegum pink 350z sitting in your driveway. You’d seen it at one of the meets a while back, so he bought one and worked on it for a couple of months, wrapped it in your favorite color, and surprised you with it on your birthday, in which you showed your satisfaction very nicely. When he first taught you how to drive it, you’d almost hit a tree, but after a couple of weeks, you were pretty good. So good, in fact, he encouraged you to enter the girl’s races after the main races went down. You were scared as fuck and pretty sure you’d piss yourself, but he believed in you, and that’s all you needed.

You hadn’t even checked your phone for the text he sent that he was pulling up; you’d heard the single exhaust humming down the street, a little backfire that you were sure scared the neighbors into thinking someone was shooting outside. You nearly ran out of your heels, grabbing your purse and waving bye to Mai. When Choso parked, he leaned against his car, preparing for what was coming next.

“Baby!!!”

You nearly tripped coming off your porch, and as he went to catch you, you jumped into his arms, causing him to chuckle.

“Miss me, princess?”

“So much, promise.”

“Fuck, I missed you too, baby.”

When I'm driving in your car, make me feel like I could do anything.

With that, he kissed you, still carrying you and walking to the car, opening the passenger door, but you weren’t ready to let go. You brought his neck to you, him pinning you against the car. You kissed him deeply, a kiss that said you never wanted him to leave again, and he kissed you right back, one that said he’d never want to leave again. But with all that distance, Choso was pretty damn horny.

He raised his hands to fondle your ass, groping the skin as you giggled into his mouth. Feeling a little more frisky, he brought his hands under your dress, tangling his fingers in your thong. He’d moved his lips down, you still giggling as he smiled into your neck. Swiftly, he pulled your thong down, bringing it off your legs as he sat you back down. He kissed you one last time, smacking your ass as you sat in the seat, closing the door, and stuffing your panties in his pocket. He sat in the driver’s seat, bringing your hand up to kiss it, making you blush.

“Ready, princess?”

But I do not have the drive; I'm in desperate need of your speed.

Baby, I can feel it coming; tell me, is it coming true?

As you two drive down the freeway, he’d do what he did best. Racing against some bastard, they’d always pull up next to him, signaling that they wanted to race, and who was he to say no? Especially when he knew he’d win, using the freeway as a warm-up for the festivities later. There were plenty of times that the cops would catch wind, which was obviously a bad idea because there was no way they were catching up to him and the other driver, and when he’d pull off to calm down for a bit and get the cops off his ass, he’d be so high on adrenaline that he’d fuck you in the backseat. Which you were currently itching for.

“Baby?”

“Mmhm?”

“Need you…”

“Hate to make you wait, but I promise I’ll take real good care of you later.”

You had your arms around his arm, never too tight, allowing him the space to shift gears. You pull away with a pout, slinking in the seat as you get on your phone.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Yeah, what’re you gonna do about it?”

He knew you were waiting for him to give in, but he wasn’t fallin’ for it.

“Well, I was thinking about helpin’ ya out, but ya keep actin’ like that, and I’ll make ya wait till after the races. All of them.”

With that, you fixed your face and returned to being bubbly again. You brought your hands up to the top of your dress, pulling the top down to expose your cleavage, giving him those fuck me eyes. God, it was hard to say no to you. Whenever he did, you’d do something like that. And what was the result? Him rubbing your clit for a bit, not letting you cum, though, because only good girls get to do that.

Maybe it was going perfectly the way you planned it to.

As you two pulled up to the meet, he parked towards the back, always scared that somebody would hit his car, which he was totally trippin’ about. Except that one guy that guy did hit his car, and he beat the shit out of him in front of everyone there, you bandaging his knuckles up later. You knew he got a lil’ angry sometimes, but never at you, so you didn’t really care if he intimidated half the guys he met. Especially the ones that tried to flirt with you. He wasn’t completely evil; he’d ask the guy to walk away first, but when they insisted on still talking to you, he’d punch their jaw, sometimes knocking their teeth out. Oh well.

He helped you out of the car, pulling down your dress as you got out to not flash anyone, reaching your hand to his pocket to take your panties back, but then he’d turn and give you that look, which you smirked at and retreated.

Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?

“Choso, my man!”

“Yuuji, you made it!”

“How could I miss it? You came all the way up here to race, so had to see ya…”

He turned to look at you with a smirk, looking back at Choso.

“I’m sure you had other reasons, of course.”

You laughed at his comment while Choso flipped him off. The three of you walked up to the crowd of guys by the front who were arguing. A good look, and it was obvious they were arguing over a race from the other day. Two of the guys you’d recognized from a couple of weeks back were going back and forth, one telling the other that he owed him money out of the pot and the other guy insisting that he didn’t have to pay because he won the race.

“Will you guys just shut the fuck up?”

Everyone turned to look at Choso in shock. What the hell was he doing? He was practically begging to get added to the argument. You retracted your arm a bit, preparing for the damage that was about to happen.

“Choso, you motherfucker!”

“Where’ve you been? I’ve had to race cheap ass bastards like this.”

“Hey, you know what? Go fuck yourself.”

They were actually excited to see him? You hadn’t gone to a meet in a while, so you were wondering why everyone was so happy to see him all of a sudden. As they patted his back and dapped him up, you refrained, pulling Yuuji to the side.

“What is going on?”

“He won out there; he was representing for the state. Didn’t he tell you he was going to finals?”

Fuck, he did. You hadn’t really paid attention to him when he said he was leaving; your sadness got in the way of that. Your boyfriend had a major accomplishment; you hadn't even congratulated him. You’d make it up to him lat-

“You okay, princess?”

“Yeah, just a little chilly, that’s all.”

“I’ll go get my jacket.”

“No, babe, I’m fine, promise!”

He could tell you weren’t fine. He wasn’t gonna pry, though, instead talking to the other guys about the rules of the race for tonight. You wish you knew a little more about what they were talking about, something about crosses and jumps? What was that? You pondered until Choso grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the car and leaning against the door.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just, I kinda just forgot something really important to you.”

“What?”

“The finals thing.”

“Babe, that’s what you’re worried about? I could care less about the race; I’m just happy to see my girl again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, now come back over; hate to leave and fuck you this early.”

You felt better, but he was fucking with you. He walked over to the driver’s side, yelling at the group.

“Stop chattin’ and come ready up!”

Something in the air; I really just don't wanna take it slow.

Choso had a few cars, but since he’d won out west, his TTRS was like his good luck charm. It was a pretty burnt orange, with red leather seats on the inside and one of the fiber optic ceilings that made the top of the car look like stars at night. Most of the time, he didn’t let you drive in it, implying it might be a little too dangerous, but since he won, he’d wanted you to drive in it all the time from now on. His girl and his car, he felt like a winner for sure.

The first race was guys who’d been racing when he was gone, a couple Supras and Civic’s, then more of the expensive cars, like Trackhawks and McLaren’s. It was a little hard to pay attention with choso groping your ass the whole time. You two stood behind his car, towards the back, as he waited for his turn. Damn, he was a tease, especially when he groped right at the inner part of you, centimeters away from touching your lips. Then, he’d talk to you the whole time.

“That one has a body kit, and that one has a stock engine.”

And when you’d moan and squirm more than he wanted you to, he’d slap your ass and stop.

“You’re paying attention, right?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl.”

He knew what he was doing to you, but he didn’t really care. The idea of you being hot and ready as you waited for him to win was riling him up, but he couldn’t let himself get too hard; he still had shit to do. After the third race, it was Choso’s turn, and he was going against a M340, which he said was a pretty fair matchup. He hopped in the driver’s seat, pulling the car around and getting prepared. As they heated the lanes to grip the tires, he shot you a smile, and you gave him two thumbs up. You thought flagging looked so fun, but Choso was too nervous that would be the day a motherfucker crosses too much and hits you. Nonetheless, they started revving their engines.

After they took off, you’d started recording; he always appreciated when you took little clips for him to post later. As they began pulling back, you started looking over the footage. You were shivering a little bit, and right about now, you were wishing you’d taken the offer on that jacket.

“You cold?”

You turned to look at the guy who had started talking to you. He was a cocky bastard, for sure. He’d worn a jacket with his team’s logo; you hadn’t seen it before, probably someone new who came when Choso was gone. Yuuji hadn’t raced that week, so you couldn’t ask him either. A guy behind him was pulling on his sleeve, trying to get him to stop.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“No problem, baby girl. You enjoying the race?”

God, you wish this guy would fuck off.

“Yeah, I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

“Oh really? He left a pretty girl like you all by yourself? Sounds like a pretty fucked up boyfriend.”

“Hey, you should really-”

“Who the fuck are you?”

If we waste the time, I think it might just make me miserable.

You hadn’t even realized Choso had finished his race; you were too busy trying to get this guy to go away. He’d wrapped his arm around you, shooting a death stare at the guy.

“Oh, you're the bastard in the TTRS! Shame you left this little lady alone; anything could’ve happened to her.”

“You got a fuckin’ problem? Keep talkin’ about her like that, and I’ll have your ass. What you can’t fuckin’ read?”

He held up your necklace, the one with his name on it; despite the fight that was probably gonna happen, it made you blush that he was claiming you like that.

“Choso, huh? You think you’re hot shit cause you won out there? Someone had to hold shit down around here while you were gone.”

Choso grabbed the guy by the shirt, about to fight him, when Yuuji intervened. He held up the sheet with the matchups; looked like this fucker was up against him next. Choso reluctantly let the guy go, smirking as he rubbed down his face.

“Whatcha drivin'?”

“Hellcat, modded, bitch.”

“So nut up or shut up, motherfucker.”

The guy left to bring his car around, leaving you and Choso to walk around to his car, already in position from the last race. You nuzzled your face in your chest as he kissed your forehead. Before he let you go, he grabbed his jacket from the backseat, putting it on you. He was still a little horny, though. He brought his lips to yours, leaning you against the car, kissing you deeply as he brought one of his hands under the jacket, groping your tit. The other one? Flipping that bastard off as he got in his car.

“Gonna take care of his ass, stay with Yuuji til I get back, ‘kay? Hold on, I got a better idea.”

You gave him a quick nod as he pulled you over to a couple of guys towards the middle, interrupting their conversation and dapping them up.

“What’s up, bro?”

“I want her to flag.”

“You got it.”

You nearly jumped for joy. He was gonna let you flag? To be fair, it was probably so he could prove a point to that asshole, but you didn’t really care because you were too excited at the opportunity. One of the guys showed you how to do it, bringing a hand up, then down real fast. You had to wait for both of them to rev their engines, then give the signal about ten seconds later; the reaction time to the signal usually determined the race, so you had to be really careful.

So, you were. Yuuji and some other guys held the back of Choso’s car; good luck for take off. You stepped in the middle and did just what he’d said, him giving you a thumbs up from the sidelines. The cars sped past you fast, wasting no time. You ran back to Yuuji, who was super proud, of course. Now, you guys just had to wait.

Lately, I've been thinking all I really wanna do is go faster. Can we go faster?

“How’s it feel, you shit-talkin' motherfucker?”

“Aye, go fuck yourself!”

Yuuji started yelling at him the second he got out the car, grabbing his share of the bets. Choso got out and walked over to you, picking you up and kissing you hard.

“You did so good, baby!”

“Me? That flagging was great, princess.”

Choso flipped the guy off, walking you to the car and letting you in. He walked over to Yuuji, who handed him the stack of cash he’d won and dapped him up, shooting you a little wave. You waved back as Choso put the money in a bag in the backseat. With a hand on your thigh, he drove off.

“Choso…”

“Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll be home in about thirty minutes.”

“I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Well, you’ll have to, princess.”

You shot him lust-filled eyes, reaching your hand over to massage his dick through his pants. He sighed and pulled off on the next exit.

You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.

He’d pulled into a park towards the back of the parking lot. Once he parked, you were already on him, climbing into the driver's seat to straddle him as he adjusted it. You wasted no time bringing his face to yours and kissing him roughly, which caused him to pull you back by your neck, licking the skin there as you rubbed your bare pussy against his jeans. You didn’t really care if you’d stained them, just looking for any sort of relief from the teasing he’d given you all night.

“Slow down, princess. Wanna take things slow.”

“But baby, it’s been so long! Need you now!”

You brought his fingers down to your pussy, rubbing them against your clit. You started moaning into his neck as he removed his hands, leaving you whimpering for his touch.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen.”

He pulled your hips forward so he was face to face with your tits, pulling your top down and immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You threw your head back and groaned, convinced you’d probably cum soon from being touch deprived for so long. Simultaneously, he brought his hands up to pull the fabric of your dress up, ass fully exposed as he slapped it and massaged it. He made you feel so good, but you knew you wanted more. You were gonna say anything to get him to hurry up.

“Baby…”

“Yeah?”

“Need to feel you cum inside.”

That brought something out of him. He’d sat you up a bit so he could undo his jeans, pulling his pants and briefs down so his dick was exposed. You moved it under yourself, trying to position yourself over it, and once you were? Well, Choso slammed you down on it. He didn’t want to be too rough with you; he originally planned to make love to you when you guys got back, make you cum a few times before he fucked you. But you were so damn horny, it made that idea impossible. He began bouncing you up and down on his dick, slapping your ass as he focused on how your tits were moving from the gravity of his thrusts. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t even think straight. He was fucking the shit out of you, and you were enjoying every second of it. It had been so long (literally a week) since he’d stretched you out, and you couldn’t help but moan his name over and over.

You better hit your brakes ‘fore you crash, boy, crash.

“That’s it, baby, say my name.”

“Choso…”

“How bad did you miss me?”

“So baddd….”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re actin’ like this?

“Yessss.”

He was fuckin’ your brains out, barely able to make coherent sentences. And he fuckin’ loved it. Watching you melt over his dick as fucked into you on that one spot that had you grippin’ his shoulders and stuttering while you moaned. Fuck, you made him so happy. Before you came up to see him all those months ago, Yuuji had shown him a picture of you, explaining that you were his friend and would need your car worked on. He told Yuuji right then and there he was gonna make you his girl, which Yuuji just jabbed his shoulder and wished him good luck. Now, here you were.

“Gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes, Choso, fuck right there!”

“Right here?”

“Don’t stop, baby!”

He watched as you came undone over top of him, putting your face on his shoulder and screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He wasn’t gonna lie; the feeling of your pussy cumming on him drove him crazy. So crazy; in fact, he filled you up, just like you asked him to. You felt so good, finally getting fucked after so long. He still held your hips, sinking you back and forth until he got overstimulated. He slipped you off and sat you back down, kissing you softly before sitting you back in the passenger seat. He put his pants back on and started the car, fixing your dress and putting his hand back on your thigh.

“You good princess?”

“Uh-huh.”

When I'm driving in your car make me feel like I could do anything.

You thought you were off the hook, really. When you guys came home, he washed you up, put one of his shirts on you, and put you to bed with him, drifting sleep. That was until you pulled your leg over his, tits pressing against his chest. And fuck, you looked so sexy in his shirt, no panties on, slightly moving your hips against his side. He slid down and brought your legs over his shoulders, making you giggle as he looked up at you. He started by licking his tongue through your lips, licking up your precum as his hands massaged your thighs. You started squirming when he moved your lips out of the way to get direct access to your clit. He felt so good, a little too good, in fact.

“Baby, not so fast; I’m gonna cum real soon!”

“Oh, “not so fast” now? Where was that in the car?”

He picked up his pace, causing your body to jerk as you prepared to cum again. He chuckled into you as you called out his name, gripping his hair as he brought you to your climax. It was so intense you damn near ripped his hair out. But he didn’t care about that. He kissed the outside of your lips gently, trailing them all the way up your body until his lips met yours. He brought you back into his embrace as you fell asleep, for real, this time.

But I do not have the drive;

The next morning, you’d wake up super early, surprising after the evening before, but you were just so excited to show him the clips you got. Then you showed him pics you took while he was gone and the video Mai took of you as you attempted to change the fuse for your headlight, which you didn’t so he’d fix it later. Nonetheless, you were his girl, and despite all of this car shit, you were all he really needed.

I'm in desperate need of your speed.

♱ the song used in this story is speed by kali uchis. 🖤

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absoluteocellibehavior · 1 month ago

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Ocelli’s TMAlev Masterpost

Buckle in, dolls, it’s about to be a long one. Two disclaimers before we hop into this! If you have not read my Multi-Avatar System, the Eye’s Great Chain of Being, and Spiders for the Web Avatars, pause your reading of this and read those first! Those will be referenced heavily and are crucial to your understanding of how the boys function in this particular AU. Additionally, if you are not finished with TMA or through Intermezzo in Malevolent, this will be EXTREMELY SPOILER HEAVY for you. Proceed with caution <3 Arthur Lester

Avatar Alignment: The Eye �� Complete/Infinite/Record AKA a “Triple” – THE AMBASSADOR Marked: By literally all of them, have you listened to the podcast?? /j Explanation: Ok, ok. I have gone round and round with people about the whole ‘Eye’ thing in relation to Arthur in the past but lemme just reiterate again here. The thing that cut Melanie off from The Eye in TMA was the complete destruction of her eyes. They were entirely gouged out. Arthur’s eyes are still entirely functional, but he is prevented from seeing due to John’s interference. Therefore, Arthur is still fully capable of falling to The Eye and I believe he does. I’ve seen a lot of Dark!Arthur due to the fact that he’s blind and it’s definitely a really cool take! I just don’t see him necessarily feeding in the way that the Dark reads. Now! Could there be an argument made for Cooperative Eye/Dark!Arthur flavored in the way of trying to find pull answers from things in “the dark”? Hidden discoveries and information that doesn’t want to be pulled from? Absolutely. Additionally, I do also really like Web!Arthur. I feel like that fits him as well with the amount of subtle manipulation that he does; however, I flavor this more as John’s influences on Arthur which bleed into how Arthur’s Eye feeding functions (and vice versa). So, how exactly does Arthur’s Eye things work? First and foremost, I believe that when Arthur falls to The Eye, his ability to compel skyrockets. There are a lot of little moments peppered throughout the podcast but especially in season four where Arthur has these really compulsion flavored moments that have a sort of Web twist to them from John. Secondly, Arthur now has the ability to see through other people’s eyes in the absence of John from his mind (yes, John has his own body in this). Arthur is still blind himself but is able to see through others’ eyes if they are within his sightline, temporarily imposing his blindness on them while he navigates in a third person view. Oh, how the tables turn! Lastly, Arthur is seated at one of the top links of the chain as THE AMBASSADOR settled below THE ARCHIVIST (Jonathan Sims) and above THE BROADCAST (Cecil Gershwin Palmer). Why the title? Well, he’s the Eye’s little representative from another universe! The main one at least and is marked by enough to hold special status. Additionally, Arthur’s placement on the chain means that he is graced with a Pupil, a low level Eye avatar that holds its avatarhood mainly for servitude. Arthur is a special little guy and gets TWO! Who are those two, you might ask? No other than Noel and Oscar. I’ll get into their specifics under their names but their fall to The Eye was entirely Arthur’s fault and was their fall to The Web being entirely John’s fault. I don’t have the specifics of this yet but the two are now bonded to Arthur and John for better or for worse. Arthur is able to tap into the sight of one of each of their eyes at any time, no matter the distance (two Pupils for two different eyes? Eh? EH? I think I’m clever sometimes-). This also means that Arthur can tap into the benefits when either one of them are feeding using The Eye and he can also help them do so as well.

John Doe Avatar Alignment: The Web Marked: The Spiral + The End (KiY), The Dark + The Vast (The Dark World), The Eye (Arthur) Explanation: I think it’s generally agreed upon that John is Web. However, if you see other relations with John, please send them! I love seeing different interpretations! John’s relation to the Web is fairly self-explanatory in the context of Malevolent. He is slowly taking over parts of his host’s body as well as being his guide throughout… well, everything. He quite literally controls Arthur’s sight. However, I think it’s important to add that John seems to fear the loss of control in return. Generally, just think back to season four and his anger (out of fear) of feeling like a passenger while Arthur got help from outside sources. John is incredibly manipulative, and his lies and string pulling are clear in his nudges to get Arthur to the Grey Stone. On the brighter side of things, John Doe is also resistive towards a “fate” so to speak. His separation from the King in Yellow had led him to becoming more human, so much so that The King couldn’t get him to fit back anymore. Generally, Web Avatars don’t have others that are tied to them like Eye Avatars do but John is a bit of special case. Like Arthur, Noel and Oscar are bound to John through their falls to The Web being entirely John’s fault. I need to think out what this bond to John specifically does (like stated above for Arthur) but for now know that John has those two under his umbrella as well. Let’s talk about some marks now! The most obvious of these the The Eye through his ties to Arthur. I do think that Arthur’s Eye alignment has also influenced the way that John connects to The Web. This is certainly clear in how John uses it while still inside Arthur. Admittedly, I need to do a bit more work on my end about how he feeds in his own body. John also is marked by The Spiral and The End from the King in Yellow! Why? Well, the Spiral is all about madness and not being able to trust your own mind and thoughts. That is exactly what the King in Yellow does! The End may not be as clear at least in Malevolent. However, there is a lovely video by the Tale Foundry that talks about The King in Yellow as a metaphorical corpse of god and heaven which I just had to include in one form or another. John is also marked by The End in part of the Dark World as is where all of the dead things from other worlds are discarded. John is also marked by the Dark and the Vast by the Dark World. The Dark is due to…well…I mean it’s in the name- The Vast is due to the fact that if this Dark World contains the dead and forgotten things from other worlds or possibly dead worlds themselves, then the plane has got to be massive. Most likely further than the eye can see.

Father Oscar Pilon-Garcia

Avatar Alignment: Dominant- The Corruption, Co-Passive- The Web/The Eye - Pupil – THE SAINT

Marked: The Slaughter (Father McKenna)

Explanation: Oh, Oscar… let’s get into it. Firstly, why is Oscar’s dominant fear The Corruption? It would have been the only fear that he fell to if it weren’t for Arthur and John <3. Why? I will direct your attention to Part 37 “The Farm” in which Oscar is 100% most assuredly about to be taken over by some parasitic worm if his arm wasn’t severed. This gets pulled on heavily by the other Fears when Oscar feeds, but we’ll get into that in a sec.

I’ve established before that Oscar’s fall to The Eye and The Web were the fault of Arthur and John. He was NOT supposed to originally fall to those Fears, if any. But he did as his fall was able to pull on just enough inclination in those areas. Oscar is intelligent! We’ve seen this in how he deduced McKenna’s true intentions when he was younger and his investigative assistance to Arthur and John during everything with Scratch. So, there are some Eye inclinations to be pulled on. Now, Oscar is also fairly Web flavored. In general, we’ve seen that The Web loves to prey on religion and I think she has a particular drive towards priests(*motions to Father Edwin Burroughs in TMA* *motions to Father John Ward in Faith: The Unholy Trinity*). We’ll discuss the positives of this first. Like John, Oscar really had a particular fate weighed out for him that he rejected. He was 100% set up to be the violent, unwanted child to turn away from faith the moment he got out of the orphanage and on his own. However, he didn’t. He wasn’t adopted (I suppose due to the violence?) but went through process of holy orders and ordination in order to do his small part in balancing out the evil people that plague the magisterium and to specifically help others through service. Now, to the bad. Oscar truly, truly felt as though his calling and his purpose was Arthur. He gave up everything for Arthur. Finally, it felt like he could see the pieces fall into place as though all of the everything he went through had a direction. He was strung along and then that string was cut. Very abruptly with very little explanation. He doesn’t know the context for that abandonment but what he does know is the fact that he finally felt like his life meant something substantial and that was discarded. He was used. A pawn. A puppet. (Are we crying yet?).

I debated on a few options for Oscar’s title before settling on THE SAINT as it separates it enough from the titles of Priest or Father but brings in a comparison of Saints supposed to being these “exemplars of godliness” and the Fears manipulating Oscar’s ways of being a faithful servant to the people into feeding opportunities.

Speaking of which, how does Oscar feed with all this mess? Firstly, Oscar absolutely abhors feeding. This poor babe will attempt to starve himself in order to spare someone else the trouble. But he must somehow. Now, as a Catholic, I think the idea of Confessional Booth feeding is quite appealing in this case. It’s truly perfect for him. This Sacrament is supposed to be entirely confidential: just between the confessor, the priest, and God. And the Fears entirely twist it. The Eye pries into a person’s worst acts, The Web manipulates what is normally safe situation and a person’s trust in this church authority, and The Corruption worms its way into the situation in the form of the religious ideology of Sin being a stain, a plague on the divine human soul. Oh HO! It’s awful. I love it.

Charlie Dowd Noel Finley

Avatar Alignment: Tri-Cooperative – The Spiral/The Web/The Eye – Pupil – THE INVESTIGATOR

Marked: The Buried (Prison Pits)

Explanation: I have seen SO many takes for Noel’s avatarship and they are so interesting!! Stranger!Noel, Vast!Noel, Dark!Noel! All very interesting options that I can see exactly where everyone gets these from. So, why the three I settled on?

(Y’all are going to throw me to the dogs for this)

Generally, when you see a tri-avatar, your automatic assumption is that they’re going to be a relatively high powered one due to their multiple associations. This is the exact opposite case with Noel. His three Fears are fully cooperative due to the fact that they represent his ties to three other Avatars- Arthur, John… and the King in Yellow. Noel has the sort of opposite case than Oscar did that he is very Eye inclined but much less inclined towards the Web. If you take a look at Noel’s previous occupations (i.e police, private eye, detective, and back to private eye in this au’s case) they are VERY Eye heavy. The Web mostly comes out in the trickery that we see Noel pulling off especially in the cases of his expedition in Egypt and his taking on of his best friend’s persona in order to protect himself. The Spiral is quite fun to play around with when it comes to Noel, though. Clearly, this man has gone through enough madness and mind games when it comes to the King in Yellow trying to pull information out of him about the whereabouts of John’s book. He quite literally cannot trust his own mind during his entire time in the Dreamlands. Then you have this odd dynamic after he gets out of the Dreamlands. He takes on not just the “name” of his best friend but specifically the “persona” of his best friend. Why is this distinction important? We assume that, on the surface, the King in Yellow was impersonating Charlie when he was “Adam Fry” in Part 5 “The Gift”. However, Charlie states that he is familiar with Adam Fry because he used “his best friend’s voice” in doing so. So, Adam Fry continues to be an impersonation of Noel, it’s just that, you guessed it, Charlie is also impersonating Noel. However, it’s become so ingrained in his personality over his time the Dreamlands and his two years in New York that he can’t separate the impersonation from his own personality. That’s why we don’t see him drop it at all, not even slightly, in front of Arthur and John. So, not only do you have Noel losing bits of his sanity in the Dreamlands, but you also have him losing a sense of himself outside of the Dreamlands in which he and his best friend’s personality become melded together.

As for marks, I knew that he would have an additional mark from the Prison Pits themselves aside from the overall Spiral. It’s difficult to put a specific fear to it when I don’t have detailed referenced, but I do believe the confinement of it all, the small cells, and the earthy aesthetic to them lends itself to The Buried.

Why the title of THE INVESTIGATOR. I’m sure you may be thinking, “Um, Ocelli. It’s ‘Detective’ Noel. It should be Detective” and I hear you. However, remember we have now placed the boys in the TMA universe in which I do wholeheartedly believe in the “Basira would’ve been an Eye Avatar if things went slightly differently.” Elias consistently calls her “Detective” and Eye Avatars generally call others by their title if formalities haven’t been dropped. So, unfortunately, that title is taken! Additionally, I think that Investigator covers more of Noel’s jobs as well! Just be grateful that I didn’t go with the titles of Prisoner or Captive that were rolling around for a bit in the mind.

I need to flesh out a bit more of Noel’s feeding specifically, but I’ll give you the small ideas I do have! Noel’s feeding is very interrogation based. I imagine this fully enclosed room that he visually imposes on the other person. It’s just a very dark concrete room, a table, two chairs, and a swinging overhead lamp. It’s entirely in black and white like a film noir except for Noel’s two piercing glowing yellow eyes fixated directly on the person. He asks all of the questions that the other person desperately does not want to answer all while this swinging lamp passes over the table before swinging away and basking the two in darkness once more. Now, while Noel uses the Eye and the Web to feed himself, the Spiral continues to feed off Noel himself, pulling on his identity crisis and sending him into these sleepwalking visions of the Dreamlands. It twists his relationship with them, making him think that that’s where he belongs. And as a fun little treat, it messes with his language as well. In these Spiral induced states, Noel can only speak in Carcosan (is that a thing? It probably isn’t but it is now!) meaning that generally John is the only one that can get Noel back to his senses.

Dennis “The Butcher” Collins

Avatar Alignment: Cooperative-The Hunt/The Slaughter

Marked: N/A

Explanation: Yep, the Butcher is in this too because I love he <3 and this is me and my friend’s self-indulgent “they live” au! The fact that we felled them to horrible fears in the process is entirely beside the point. I feel like the Butcher is the most obvious of these when it comes to fear choices. Like John, I don’t think there’s much debate on which ones he could be. Throughout the majority of season four, he quite literally uses like calling hunting a “devotion” and the love that he has for it. Additionally, Dennis seems to enjoy not only the hunting aspect of it but the killing as well. He likes the blood. He likes the gore. He is a renown serial killer due to this. Also the clear music themes associated with The Slaughter in TMA are also present with Dennis singing as he kills and the constant song playing in his mind. This is also why I think he is a fully cooperative dual avatar because the Hunt and the Slaughter are both fully used each time that he feeds. As for feeding, I don’t think he changes much! I’m sorry his is so short but ah… yeah, that’s all I have-

Nyarlathotep Kayne

Avatar Alignment: Dominant- Slaughter, Tri-Passive- The Web/The Eye/The Spiral – THE ENTROPY KAYNE :]

Marked: N/A

Explanation: Kayne, Kayne, Kayne… Kayne is so fun to play around with. Oh my gosh. He messes with literally everything. Let’s get into it. Kayne’s dominant fear as the Slaughter is VERY clear. This man is covered in blood constantly, he killed every other version of himself, he kills other people in extremely gruesome ways and relishes in every bit of it. So, yes, Slaughter is dominant here and was the fear used to pick up the rest of the ones he has. Kayne is also very Web. He is playing chess while everyone is playing checkers. He knows exactly know to nudge his little pawns into place to get them exactly where he needs them. A master manipulator in all forms. He killed all versions of himself in order to be able to “play all the keys.” I think Kayne also has his Eye moments. Due to the fact that he can dance across the keys of the different universes, he has a lot of information. He knows what to tease out of people to get them do what he needs to. I also think this is why his inability to see the Black Stone grates against him so much. Because he needs it but he CAN’T see it. He can see all of this other stuff but not this one. thing. he. needs. Oh! How frustrating!! Kayne is also Spiral. He’s not dominantly Spiral but just listen to him, come on. Spiral drips off of his entire everything. With the amount of mental strife he’s caused to so many people and his love of chaos, Spiral is definitely there as well.

Due to the fact that Kayne is a preexisting Great Old One and a really powerful one at that, he is able to manipulate a lot of the systems the Fears have set in place for his own gain. The most egregious one is his manipulation of The Eye’s chain. Firstly, he’s gouged his title out, figuratively, to simply be his own name. No one else gets to name him, thank you <3. It’s HIS job to pass out the nicknames! Silly Eye… Additionally, with just how high Kayne is on the chain, he also gets a Pupil. Who’s his Pupil? Well, no other than our precious little English rose, Artie! “But! Ocelli! You said that Arthur is Triple! He’s high up there! He even has his own Pupils! How in the world is he a Pupil?” See, the silly thing about Kayne is that he’s forming a chain of his own using The Eye’s Great Chain of Being to bond Arthur to himself, and thus also bonding Arthur’s Pupils to himself as well. Didya notice that the Fears that Kayne is tied to is also the Fears that the other boys are too? That isn’t a mistake <3. As a fun little added bonus, Kayne also totally changed what spiders were tied to John and Arthur from The Web to the Sparklemuffin and Bunny Harvestman respectively. I highly recommend looking at pictures of those. They’re wonderful.

Thanking you for giving me your time to read this! I hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to send in asks about it! This has been bouncing around in my mind since I began listening to Malevolent at the beginning of this year and I’m so happy to finally be able to share it with you <3

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Liquor Makes the Tickles Happen

In the Fnafnations AU: Jeremy and Mike are getting drunk together, with Doll Schmidt being their 'babysitter' for the night. The whole evening turns into a roller coaster of emotions and silliness.

Warning: This fic shows drunken things happening. If you are triggered by the idea of drinking or someone getting drunk, then please click off now. Cause though this is fluffy drunkenness, seeing the type of alcohol could be enough to trigger a person. So please...keep this in mind, and either read on, or click off. I have millions more FNAF fanfics that DON'T involve drunkenness, so enjoy those instead.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user! I hope you enjoy!

Jeremy and Mike were both chuckling and giggling like little toddlers, while Doll was keeping an eye on the two boys. They were drinking and hanging out together on both their days off. Mike had put down his shot glass a while ago, having downed 4 shots of the Laird’s Straight Apple Brandy™ already. And he was moderately drunk by this point. Jeremy had drank roughly the same amount, but is somewhat shorter than Mike. So if anything, Jeremy is the slightest bit more drunk than Mike. And Doll…well…

Doll’s the babysitter for this afternoon.

“Hey. Hey Jeremy. How many fingers am I holding up?” Mike asked, holding up both index fingers, both thumbs, both middle fingers and one pinky.

“Mmmmmmm…fffffive?” Jeremy asked.

Mike turned his wrists around and looked at his own fingers. “No, it’s 6!” Mike replied. “How could you not see that?”

Jeremy waddled himself up to Mike and grabbed his hands. “Lemme show you.” Jeremy said before trying to touch Mike’s thumb with his index finger. “Oooone.” He said, before moving onto Mike’s Index finger. “Twoooo.” He completely skipped the middle finger, and moved to Mike’s pinky. “Threeeee.”

“You skipped the middle finger.” Mike told him.

“The middle finger’s innnnappropriate.” Jeremy told him. “It’s ruuuude.” Jeremy whined.

Mike giggled and put up his middle finger. “You mean this?”

Jeremy stared at the middle finger…and looked at Mike with the most hurt, sad little look on his face. And then…He started wailing and crying. He covered up his face with his hands and sobbed loudly. “MIIIIIIIKE!” Jeremy whined before squeezing his eyes shut and crying.

Mike widened his eyes and looked at Jeremy with shocked eyes. He slowly lowered his middle finger down onto the fist. “....Shit.” He said. “Wait NO-”

Jeremy literally WAILED at an even higher octave upon hearing Mike swear. “DOOOOOOLL! MIIIKE’S SWEARIIING!” Jeremy cried, his cheeks quickly being drenched in tears.

“Come here, Jeremy. Come here.” She gently wrapped her arms around Jeremy and rubbed his back as he sobbed.

Doll looked at Mike with an angry glare. “Apologize to Jeremy.” She told him.

Mike widened his eyes. “What?!” Mike reacted. “But…But he-”

“But nothing! Apologize now.” Doll ordered.

Mike sighed. “I’m sorry I gave you the middle finger.” Mike told Jeremy.

Jeremy whined into her shoulder, trying to say something back, but utterly failing because of his mouth being shoved so deeply into her shoulder. “Mmm mmmfmmm mphhmmfmmfmmmphmm.” Jeremy kept whining.

Doll snorted and bursted out laughing. “Whohohoa! Dohohoes thahat mean you forgive him?!” Doll reacted.

“Mmphmmm! MmmfmmphmmmMphm?” Jeremy asked.

Doll was tittering at this point. “Your mumbling and whining is getting stupid hilarious.” Doll told him.

Mmmmphmmphmmm. Pfffbfbbfffbfbfbbb.” Jeremy blew a raspberry onto her shoulder, before throwing his head back and giggling.

Doll bursted out laughing. “DIhihid yohou just blow a raspberry on my shoulder?!” Doll reacted. “HAhahahaha! Whyhyhyhy?!” Doll asked next.

“Because I’mmm huuuumerus~” Jeremy said, poking Doll’s shoulder slightly too hard.

Mike facepalmed his forehead. “Goddammit.”

“Whaaat?” Jeremy turned around and walked up to Mike. “Can’t get to maaah level?” Jeremy asked.

Mike looked down at Jeremy. “You realize you’re 5ft 6, right?” Mike asked.

Jeremy blinked. “Wha?”

“And I’m 5ft 8?” Mike asked.

“Are ya now?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah…I am.” Mike replied, as-a-matter-of-factly.

“I can make ya giggle like a gorilla.” Jeremy said with a smirk. “Or…”

Mike closed his eyes. “Don’t.”

“A…” Jeremy kept going.

“Don’t you dare.” Mike warned.

“...G-Giggle-rilla?” Jeremy said with an overly enthusiastic smile.

Doll sighed and rubbed her nose.

“First of all…Gorilla’s don’t laugh.” Mike told him.

“Aaare you surrrrre?” Jeremy asked, wiggling his fingers at Mike. “Cause I think this gorilla doesssss~” Jeremy teased.

Mike yelped and backed up. “Jeremy, think of what you’re doing.” he warned.

“Oh come on, Mike. Every gorilla loves to laugh! Everybody knows that!” Doll teased. “Speaking of laughing, go for the belly button or the neck. His neck is SUPER ticklish.” Doll added.

“DOLL!” Mike yelled.

“What?! It’s true!” Doll put her hands up for mercy.

Jeremy looked at Doll. “Ahand how do you know alllll that? Have youuu tickled him there before?” He asked.

Doll rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have. For years now.” She told him.

“Wait…years?” He clarified. “H-How long have you two been married again?” Jeremy asked.

Doll raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You don’t remember our wedding?” Doll asked, looking at Mike and winking. Jeremy thought for a moment…and then widened his eyes. “OH YEAH! I do nooow! You were so pretty in your dreeeeess!” Jeremy reacted. “And Mikie over here-” Jeremy walked up and grabbed Mike’s middle, pulled Mike closer to his own chest before uncovering and wiggling a finger into Mike’s belly button. “He looked SOOO handsome in his suuuiit!” Jeremy teased.

Mike wheezed and hung his head down laughing almost right away. “DUHUHUHUDE! Whahat ahare you tahahalking abohohout!?” Mike asked.

“That beauuuutiful suit! With the flower bouquet right about heeeeere.” Jeremy told him, moving his tickling finger up to poke the right side of his chest. “And the navy blue suit! With-With the tie custom-made from a lay-layered piece of Doll’s dreeesss!” Jeremy teased before tickling his belly button again. “I wish Iiii had thaaaat.” Jeremy said, giggling.

Mike laughed and shook his head. “Whahahat ahahare yohou-” Mike SCREAMED as he felt someone blow a raspberry onto his neck. “JEHEHEREMYYYYY!” Mike shouted.

“Whaaaat? Ihihi dihid nothing!” Jeremy reacted, sounding quite genuine.

“Actually Mike…” Doll wrapped her arms around the far side of his neck and whispered something into his ear. Then, she removed her face from his ear. “It was me who blew that raspberry.” She told Mike proudly.

“Yeheah! Why’re you out blamin’ meee?”Jeremy asked.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohow Doll was thehehere.” Mike admitted.

“I was just too quiet for Mike’s old ears to hear.” Doll teased.

Mike looked at Doll. “What are you talking about?! I’m two years older than you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! NOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHeheheherries!” Mike shouted, unable to curl his neck.

“Is Mikie-Wikie too tickwish?” Jeremy asked, poking the spot on Mike’s neck that Jeremy had just blown into.

“YEHEHEHESS!” Mike yelled back, shaking his head wildly while pulling and struggling to get out of the clutches of the drunk tickle monster.

“And does Mikie-Wikie wike de tickles?” Doll asked, before blowing the next raspberry.

“Yehes- I-MEAN-NOOO! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike cackled, hanging his head again.

Jeremy gasped and squealed like a little kid. “You like it?! Like, you-you actually like it?!” Jeremy asked.

“He loves it! Always has! He’s actually asked me to tickle him before.” Doll told him.

“HE HAS?!” Jeremy reacted.

“Yes! And YOU KNOW he likes it when he’s actually asking for it.” Doll added.

“YOHOHOU TWOHOHO ARE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Mike yelled at them.

“I know. Aren’t I a mean, evil buwwy?” Jeremy teased.

“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHAHARE!” Mike yelled back.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and blew another raspberry onto his neck.

Mike SCREAMED and bursted out cackling right away. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Plehehehehease!” Mike begged.

Doll looked at Mike with slight worry. “Do you need a break?” Doll asked.

Mike nodded as his giggles grew more high-pitched and squeaky.

Jeremy and Doll backed up a bit, taking their hands off Mike and letting him breathe again. He breathed somewhat heavily as he tried to recover again. “Thahank you. Thank you.” He said.

“No problem, sweetheart.” She replied.

“No biggie, Mikie!” Jeremy replied happily.

Mike looked up at Jeremy and Doll with a wide smile. He let out a breath. “Alright. I’m ready now. Again!” Mike declared.

“Again? Already?!” Doll reacted.

Jeremy dropped his jaw. “Wait-…But how?!” He asked. “That wasn’t ev’n two minutes! You’re already ready for more?!” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah! Here: I’ll make it easier on you two.” Mike laid himself down onto the carpet and opened his arms up. “Okay. Now I’m ready.” Mike told him.

Doll bursted out laughing at Mike’s persistence. Jeremy just squealed like a little girl again, and happily danced his fingers all over Mike’s belly.

Mike jumped and arched his back, unintentionally bringing his belly closer to Jeremy.

“Why thank you for the help, Mike! But I think I can reach your belly on mah own.” Jeremy teased before sticking his tongue out between his teeth.

“Shuhuhuhush.” Mike whined, covering up his face with his hands.

“Awww! You’re getting all reeeed! I can eeeeven see some blushy red all over your bewwy!” Jeremy teased, lifting up his shirt to show him the slight redness to Mike’s belly.

Mike yelped. “Red?! On my belly?!” Mike asked, sitting up to cover up his belly.

“...Well if you cover up your belly, no one will be able to see it.” Jeremy told him.

“Good!” Mike replied.

“Good?! Do you realize how cruel you’re being?!” Jeremy asked.

“I’m not being cruel. I’m being protective.” Mike told him.

“And here I thought you wanted to be tickled.” Doll teased.

“I do, but…but-”

Jeremy gently tackled Mike’s upper body back down to the carpet and uncovered Mike’s belly. Jeremy held Mike’s hands above his head, before the brown-haired boy blew a raspberry onto Mike’s belly.

“Wait WAIT- OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike shouted.

“A bit ticklish~?” Jeremy teased.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THIHIHIS!” Mike yelled back.

“Yeah…I dooo.” Jeremy teased before stopping and letting go of him. Mike covered up his face with his hands all over again, and curled up into the fetal position. But a few seconds later, Mike uncovered one of his eyes by moving two of his fingers apart. “Are…Aren’t you gonna do something?” Mike asked.

Doll and Jeremy both busted a gut laughing at Mike’s genuine, tiny response.

“Yohohou ahahare suhuch a goofy meatball!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll’s cackles went up another octave. “SAHAYS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT WE WERE MARRIED!” Doll yelled.

Jeremy giggled, before looking at Doll with shock. “Wait, what?!” Jeremy asked.

“Just because you have memories of a wedding, doesn’t mean it was my wedding.” Doll told him.

Jeremy blinked as he stared at Doll. He looked at Mike desperately for clarification.

“We haven't gotten married yet. We’re still in the dating stage.” Mike told him.

“B-But the-” Jeremy sat himself down, in shock by the whole thing. “B-B-But- You two are so PERFECT together!” Jeremy whined.

“We’re just…not at that stage yet, Jeremy.” Mike told him.

Doll looked down for just a second, before smiling. “Not quite yet. But we don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon either.” She said.

“......Okay.” He said somewhat sadly. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled.

Mike shook his head and hugged him. “It’s okay. We find it funny, actually. And we know you’re gonna find it funny when you’re hung over and sober.” Mike told him.

Jeremy giggled. “And you’re also gonna find it funny when I tell you how excited you were about me and Doll tickling you again.” Jeremy teased, poking his chest.

“Now now, don’t make me tickle you back.” Mike warned.

“Ooooh! Is Jeremy ticklish? Spill the tea!” Doll asked.

“Oh! I’ll gladly spill!” Mike started skittering his fingers in his armpits. “Armpits are a-”

“BAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Jeremy shouted loudly.

“...Very ticklish spot.” Mike finished. “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Do you wanna help me?” Mike asked his girlfriend.

Doll proudly walked up and knelt down. “I would love to.” She said before blowing a raspberry onto Jeremy’s covered belly.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll laughed and shook her head. Another tickle fight starts up by the mostly drunk trio. But Doll knows they all needed it. Work is stressful…especially when your boss and his creations are trying to kill you every shift. But being able to get moderately drunk and just have fun, has become a huge blessing from god himself.

So please, let the tickle fights continue!

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Also...I want to say something: Today is the 3rd anniversary of starting up my Tumblr account. And MY GOD, DID IT GROW. I still can't believe that on January 14, 2020...3 years ago...I had decided to make this Tumblr account to open up my fanfics to a bigger audience. And now 3 years later, I will reveal what I was doing when I made it:

I was sitting on the toilet, taking a shit and reading my earliest Jacksepticeye Egos fanfics on my phone. And...I decided that going to Tumblr, would greatly help me open up to the tickle community! They say the best thoughts come when you're alone, stuck on the toilet, and contemplating life. But...I DID NOT EXPECT THIS ACCOUNT TO GET THIS BIG! I'm almost at 900 followers!!! I- I don't understand. And I probably never will.

So...know that this person was literally shitting while making the well-known Tumblr account known as TrashySwitch.

And let the shitposting on this fact, commence!

#fluffy drunk stories #silly #drunken shenanigans #ticklefic #ler!doll #switch!mike #switch!jeremy #fnafnations au

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 1 year ago

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wife wife i have no music taste, but you feel musical to me! will you drop any songs you relate to your universes stans, kyles and style in general? if not music books, other characters, pieces of media, quotes, poems? i am insatiable darling <3

YOYOYO!!!!!!

First of all hello my wife my wife the love of my life! (I did in fact ride half of my first year of college on a music scholarship)

OKAY so you know how heavily I associate Fall Out Boy with Stan in general (mostly bc I like projecting and I’m a gremlin abt fob) SPECIFICALLY Infinity On High (I know we’ve discussed this before and yes I’m still unhinged abt the 27 rm thing) AND I’ve said a LOT abt OrangeJuiceVerse Stan being musically inclined as one of his main outlets.

(I will be mainly sticking to ojv bc that do be my main focus atm)

So Stan will play literally whatever on the guitar and he can improvise SO WELL!!! Like it’s wild but he’s just like eh it’s a casual hobby but he hears a song and immediately knows the basic chord progression and bpm he’s the king of countermelodies too. Kenny will start playing something and then Stan will pop in with the most gorgeous harmonies and just…. fall in.

Stan will listen to ANYTHING he especially loves songs with a story (I’m sticking to ATLCTS for him being a Tenacious D fan bc I very much enjoy that) and Kyle, while Stan is all “LISTEN TO THAT CELLO BREAK” Kyle Is all fully into the lyricism and losing his shit about RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES AND SLEEPING WITH- (I feel like they have similar tastes but for different reasons if u get me)

My Kyle’s for sure are lyrics gremlins. Stan will be like KEY CHANGE KEY CHANGE but Kyle will be WAIT LOOK THE STORY HOLY SHIT SYMBOLISM(smh they whole ass watch musicals together and neither of them stfu) (losers)

(This is unhinged I’m eepy) so song specific idk man but I feel in my soul that Stan’s hopeless romantic ass serenades Kyle on a regular basis ESPECIALLY when he’s in an Emo Boy Mood like this man thinks he’s Orpheus or something ALSO Stan is incredibly specific about having certain playlists for every single situation and the “Super Best Spicy Time” playlist is INCREDIBLY LAME!!! (I’m talkin Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Mr Brightside was playing during their first time) like they are losers your honor

On FOB Stan I’m currently specifically feeling him with What A Catch, The (After) Life Of The Party, From Now On We Are Enemies, Golden, Fame< Infamy, The (Shipped) Gold Standard, She’s My Winona, Disloyal Order, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, Heavens Gate, SOPHOMORE SLUMP IS SO STYLE OMG

Sorry that was a lot I’m very passionate abt the fob Stan thing

EVERY LAME ASS SAPPY LOVE SONG IS EXTREMELY STYLE TO ME!!! If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell, I’ll Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie, LINE WITHOUT A HOOK?!? Nothing Matters But You by The Young Veins, Northern Downpour and When The Day Met The Night by Panic, I Think I Love You by Tenacious D, All I Ask Of You from Phantom (btw I saw someone draw a style phantom of the opera au it slayed so hard), Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John (there’s this scene in a fic I read where Stan plays it for Kyle on his guitar and I lost my mind), ofc Carry On Wayward Son, Accidentally In Love by the counting crows, Turn Off The Lights from the Vices and Virtues bonus tracks, As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked (I feel like Kyle fuckinh loves Wicked) All I’ve Ever Known from Hadestown.

OJV Kyle for sure listens to the acoustic versions of pop songs and is SUCH a sap (he won’t admit it as much as Stan tho) like he’ll pause a song after a particularly clever or romantic line and just be like DID YOU HEAR THAT! Stan writes songs every once in a while and whenever he writes for Ky he always tries to paint a story because that’s what Kyle likes help I love them so much

As for other media I associate w the boys, bruh lemme tell ya the sp brainrot is so real I physically cannot watch or read anything without imagining a couple as style (literally last night my partner and I were watching the picture lock of the last feature we worked on and I’m over here looking at the two main characters like hmm who is Stan who is Kyle I’m the WORST)

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure is so Them to me holy shit like best friends getting into situations and being obsessed with each other I love that shit (u can’t tell me Bill and Ted aren’t in love)

This comes as no surprise to anyone but Lord Of The Rings for sure, especially since i decided that they speak elvish to each other on the regular

I’ve also said it before but!!! As a massive PJO/Riordanverse fan, THEY ARE SO PERCABETH CODED!!! We got Stan/Percy as the reluctant hero who everyone looks to, Kyle/Annabeth as the badass short tempered voice of reason, like DUDE.

(Also I hope you know how much your fics have influenced my mindset like I’ll drive past Taco Bell and be like o look style moment and I saw Fireball at the gas station and thought abt rm Stan)

Anyway this is long as SHIT I’m completely insane it’s fine THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ILY

#this took 80 years I got distracted #WHAT A KICKASS ASK!!!#south park #style #them #I was so stoked to get this tho omg #EVERYTHING is Stan and Kyle to me like deadass I’m crazy #everyone say thank you Nina

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jisungscaramel · 4 years ago

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café au lait - felix

❀ word count: 1k ❀ pairing: felix x reader (fem/self-insert) ❀ genre: fluff with a dash of smuttiness, college au, barista felix

[warning] explicit sexual content (not that much of it tho), unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (slight) size kink

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Seconds pass in an agonizing struggle to fill you up, fingers digging into your hips - a by-product of the effort.

When you feel the hard pressure of his length against your clit, your eyes roll back, nails indenting crescents into his shoulders.

He growls in satisfaction at his accomplishment, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight…” That deep voice echoes in your head.

And then the thought so rudely trespasses in your mind: how exactly did he go from cutely making your coffee to sinfully bottoming out inside you?

Well… it sort of happened like this:

All you wanted was to order your café au lait and get back to your late night studying in peace but when you walked up to the register to order your drink, you almost fell down (like the way you did when Taemin “winked” at you from 100 feet away on stage).

Damn, he’s fine.

“What can I get you?”

Thankfully, you were never known to be a stuttering mess and despite your single status for the past twenty one years, talking to boys was never difficult for you… even when they were as attractive as this guy was.

You’d never been a fan of the middle part but he just pulled it off so effortlessly with his honey blonde tresses. His lips were so plush, accented by the pink gloss tinting them ever so slightly, and the array of freckles over his nose and cheeks gave him an appearance that was so splendidly doll-like.

Fuck… you cursed to myself when you were walking away with your drink. You didn’t even look at his nametag. How on Earth were you supposed to IG stalk him now?

Luckily for you, there was a next time… the following day.

By some miracle he was always on reg when you went to order your coffee, and you happened to only order your coffee when he was working. It became a recurring theme in the chaos that was finals week. Each time he talked to you a little bit more. You found out that he was affiliated like you, that he was a first year, that he was from Australia… oh you found out his name was Felix - not because he told you, you actually remembered to read his name tag.

You also remembered dragging your feet into the shop after a god-awful physics final, sulking because you were sure you failed it but when you saw that Felix was working, you immediately felt better.

“Hello again,” he greeted you when you walked up to the register. “Lemme guess, you want a hot café au lait with medium roast and two pumps of brown sugar.” God, you could not get enough of his accent.

You offered a mildly flirtatious smile. “Yeah.”

“That’ll be $3.50.” He didn’t bother asking for your name, he knew it by then, carefully scribing it on the bottom of the cup in neat cursive. “I’ll have that out for you shortly.”

You sat down at one of the tables and took your laptop out - you had two more finals the following day.

Only a couple minutes later, a figure approached your table. While popping an earbud out of one ear, you looked up to see who it was: it was Felix. He still had his black work attire on, but he wasn’t wearing his apron anymore. Now, he had a maroon beanie on and a backpack to match; he was holding a drink in his hand.

“For you,” he presented the drink to you with both hands. “Is it okay if I sit with you? I need to study too.”

“Hmm? Yeah, go ahead.”

“Thanks… I’m Felix by the way.”

And you were very tempted to say ‘I know,’ but you decided against it.

What was originally studying turned into effortless conversation. Next thing you knew, he was in the passenger seat of your car and you were taking him to one of your favorite phở places on the beachfront.

“Do you wanna study at my place?” he asked as you were walking back to your car.

You had a feeling you knew where this was going, so you said, “yeah, sure. I’m guessing you live on campus.”

“Uh yeah, I have a single though.”

You smirked to yourself. On the surface level, that wasn’t exactly relevant information.

But still, you played along innocently, taking your bag with you on the walk from the parking garage to his building even though you knew you wouldn’t be needing it.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked as he punched in the code to his suite’s door.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Why did you want to sit with me earlier?”

“Hmm because you’re cute,” he said with no hesitation, “and you were one of my friendlier customers - there was something refreshing about you, I don’t know how to-” his words froze in his throat when you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Before you could even process what was happening, he had ensnared your body with his grip, turning his lips ever so slightly to get acquainted with yours.

His lips began to knead more aggressively with every passing second, siphoning the breath right out of you. A soft moan dripped between your lips, as your built up sexual tension finally had a channel to slowly funnel out.

But it wasn’t enough.

He started guiding you backward until your back hit against the wood of a door. One hand was placed firmly by your side, trapping you. His lips started working on your neck as you could hear keys chime in what you assumed to be an effort to unlock his room door. You didn’t know for sure at that moment though, you were too busy drowning in the absolute bliss of Felix sucking the life out of your jugular (metaphorically).

Click.

But of course, that was only the beginning.

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#felix fluff #felix smut #lee felix #lee felix smut #lee felix fluff #lee yongbok #stray kids #stray kids scenario #stray kids oneshot #felix scenario #felix oneshot #lee felix scenarios #barista felix #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff

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w-k-smith · 5 years ago

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Welcome to “Don’t Go to the Netherworld!” a Beetlejuice the Musical the Musical the Musical AU.

Beetlejuice - half-ghost, half-demon - has spent his entire afterlife in the Netherworld and works as the beleaguered assistant to Juno, his demonic bureaucrat mother. He thinks he’ll be stuck and miserable until doomsday, then a living girl breaks into the Netherworld in search of her dead mom. Beetlejuice promises to help Lydia Deetz, so long as she summons him to the living world once they’re done. Unfortunately, the best-laid plans of goths and ghosts often go downhill toward sandworms, dead boy bands, family drama, and worst of all, introspection.

It’s showtime!

Hey - feel free to check this out on AO3, where I’m w_k_smith. The original version of this post included links, but tumblr hides all my posts that have links in them, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Chapter One: “It’s a Wonderful Afterlife” (6/19/20) Chapter Two: “Worm Welcome” (upcoming) Chapter Three: “Ghost to Ghost” (upcoming) Chapter Four: “To Beetle or not to Beetle?” (upcoming)

Warning: This story contains depictions of, references to, and discussion of topics like suicide, untimely death, abuse, and body horror - you know, like the musical does (though this probably has more). Know your boundaries, and stay safe.

First chapter under keep reading!

He was so relieved when the red alert exploded through the office, making every demon caseworker jump. He’d spent the past few hours cutting up the files Juno had given him into paper dolls, but even yards upon yards of multiheaded creatures got boring after a while. He magicked the dolls into running out of Juno’s office into the caseworker bullpen, and when that got no reaction, he’d made the dolls stand in crude positions and then cannibalize each other, but even that barely got a few snarls of “Get back to your own work, Beetlejuice.”

But red alerts were like fire alarms. Not only did they break up the day, but you also got to look at a fire.

“What asshole let the living person in?” he yelled, walking out of Juno’s office. He got his own too-small desk in a little reception area in front of her inner office. Officially, he was the Assistant to the Director of Netherworld Customs and Processing, but he was a glorified secretary. Most of his days were spent spinning his wheels or making the whiners who came to see Juno sit and wait until they gave up and went away.

He guessed his position as Juno’s half-demon assistant should have felt like a privilege, if he didn’t otherwise hate every aspect of the Netherworld. He got a desk and walls, while the full-demon caseworkers crammed their knife-fingers, pumpkin heads, flippers, and musty burlap bodies filled with bugs into an open-plan workspace. And the dead people who hung around had to make themselves busy wherever they found the space.

Right now everybody, demon and human alike, had scattered

“Out of the way, Beetlejuice!” the receptionist snapped, sprinting by in the high heels she’d died in, making them her only footwear from now until doomsday. She’d had another name once, but the MISS ARGENTINA sash across her torso had become a nametag a long time ago.

“Yeah, Miss A, better get to ’em before Juno does!” he said, yanking up his sagging pants.

“Care to help?” she snapped before rounding the corner.

He didn’t bother to respond. She’d asked knowing the answer would be “no.” Even if he thought it would make a difference, why should he? Sure, the living didn’t know crossing into the Netherworld meant they’d be chased down and probably killed by a screechy demon with a neck slit and horrible fashion sense. But hey. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

He didn’t see Juno around. Not yet, anyway. He was sure he’d hear her, once things went south for the trespasser.

Someone he didn’t recognize crept around the corner Miss Argentina hadn’t turned. The living girl stuck out like a raw steak at a vegan salad bar. Her face was flushed, and sweat glued her bangs to her forehead. Geez, he missed sweating. She walked without the weight of the underworld on her shoulders. And she was goth, with a dyed black bob, a black dress, and chunky black boots – very overdressed. Most of the recently deceased turned up in hospital gowns, sweatpants, Greek life t-shirts, or, best/worst, nothing at all. Few had the right combination of luck and irony to die in funeral garb.

He ducked behind a pillar in the bullpen before the living girl saw him. She licked her lips, looked left and right and left again, obviously no plan in mind…

And she ran into Juno’s office.

Oh. Oh oh oh this was just too good. Today was not going to be boring. Today might be his luckiest day of all.

He strode to Juno’s office door, walked through, and slammed it shut behind him.

“Do you have a death wish?” he asked the kid.

He was aware of the effect he had on living people…and a lot of dead people…and anyone and anything with even the memory of a digestive system. Today his hair was a dark green that verged on purple, his moss and stubble blended together nicely, and the caterpillar behind his right ear was busy spinning a cocoon.

The kid didn’t act freaked out or disgusted. She straightened her shoulders and said: “You have to hide me.”

He leaned against the door. “Do my ears deceive me?” He pulled his left ear out to arm’s length, and let it snap back like a rubber band. “Or is the girl running for her life making demands?”

“I came here for my mom. I can’t leave until I find her.”

“She isn’t here, Siouxsie Sioux. You’re the first living person who’s snuck in for the past decade.”

“My mom is dead. She died a few months ago. I have to find her, and bring her home. Well, to Connecticut, because my dad made us move to Connecticut, but then when he sees her, he’ll snap out of it, and we’ll go back to our actual home!” Desperation, denial. Maybe she was prepared to blend in with the newlydeads.

“Lemme get this straight – you, still alive and kicking, jumped into hell to find someone who has been dead for a while and bring them home with you? And you thought you could just do that? That this kind of violation of the natural order wasn’t going to rain down all kinds of shitfire and brimstone?”

“I knew there might be trouble.” She set her jaw. “I just didn’t care.”

He grinned. “Ah. Moxie. You’re pretty luck you decided to hide in my office.” He floated over his desk, crossed his legs, and pressed his fingers together. “I have a proposition. Quid pro quo, if you will.”

The kid gave him an extremely skeptical look. “You want me to make a deal with a demon?”

“Half demon, and what I’m asking for is a favor. Just a little, bitty thing.” He held his fingers a millimeter apart. “I’ll hide you. Keep the heat off. Distract the fuzz and frame your dog for eating your homework and tell the collection agents you aren’t home. And then, when you get back to the world of the living…you’ll say my name. Three times.”

She put her hands on her hips. “I’ll…what?”

“It’ll summon me. So I can be a part of the living world! At least for a while. And not be stuck in this trash fire.” He grimaced. “No, that’s not fair. Sometimes trash fires are fun. I should know; I’ve set a lot of them.”

Her frown deepened. “I don’t know…”

“Beetlejuice!” came a familiar roar. “Get out here right now!”

“Under the desk!” he told the kid, jumping to his feet.

“Don’t talk to me like –!”

“UNDER THE DESK!” he roared, drawing himself up a few extra feet, and opening his mouth to show multiple rows of teeth.

That did the trick. The kid dove under the desk, and he was glad her dress was black, because it blended in with the shadows and the dark stone of the floor.

Juno opened the door a second later, smoke and steam trickling from her neck slit. Her beehive quivered. Per usual, her red skirtsuit hung off her like loose skin, and she was pushing the walker she didn’t need ahead of her.

“Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth, do you have anything to do with this?” she growled.

“To do with what?” he asked. “The red alert? It sure brightened up my total lack of morning. I won’t name names, but someone in the bullpen jumped out their skin. Literally, the scales are still on the floor.”

A bony finger was extended his way. “I know about your little obsession with the living world. Why do you think I watch you so closely? You are one more misstep from being banished between life and death, how do ya like that? Do you want to spend eternity watching your precious breathers without anyone able to hear or see you?”

Ah. That old chestnut. “No, Ma,” he said, settling onto the floor.

“If I hear that this was your handiwork…”

“…My entrails will decorate the lobby. Yeah, yeah, heard it all before.”

She flicked her wrist, and knocked him over the desk. He tumbled head over heels, and landed on his face. It goddam hurt, because his mother could always hurt him. He made sure he hit the ground with a comical splat sound so the kid wouldn’t panic and give the game away. When he looked up, the girl’s eyes were wide and fearful.

“How about this?” He stood up, and brushed his sleeves off. “That red alert was because some dumbass living human came into the Netherworld, right? And I can tell you didn’t catch them, because there’s more steam coming out of you than usual. I’ll go looking for the human. I’ll prove to you I didn’t do it.”

She crossed her arms, and drummed her fingers on her elbows. “Hmm…when you put it that way…this would be an excellent way for you to demonstrate the potential for more responsibility, and – I DON’T CARE. Just stay out of the way.”

Coming from Juno, that was a sappy “I love you.” She stormed out of the office, and he waited until the rattling of her heels faded out of earshot before he bent down to check on the kid.

“You have to get the hell out of here,” he told the goth girl curled up under his desk.

“That was your mother?” she asked.

“She’s my boss, too. She’s a demon; she doesn’t get me. I’d take my considerable skills elsewhere, but, y’know, it’s toe the line or get wedged between life and death forever. How did a living twelve-year-old wind up in the Netherworld, anyway?”

“I’m fifteen!” she said, standing up. “And that’s none of your business.”

“It is so my business, if we’re going to get you to the land of the living so you can take me with you. What did you do? Black magic? Séance?”

“I, um…” She gave him a hard look before continuing. “I found a book.”

“A book? Really? Which book?” Most living world books wouldn’t tell you jack about the Netherworld. Concepts like limbo or the bardo came close, but…

“Handbook for the Recently Deceased,” the kid said.

For several seconds, all he could do was stare at her. Her expression became grossly fascinated.

“Your eyeballs are falling out of their sockets,” she said.

He shoved them back in, and shook his head to clear it. “How did you get the Handbook, kid?”

She crossed her arms. “My name is Lydia. And I found it.”

“Found it where?”

“Your sister’s sock drawer.” She glared at him. “Look, it doesn’t matter where I found it, but I found it, and the first chapter said you could get to the land of the dead by drawing a door and knocking three times. So I did that, and I tried to blend in by joining this line of dead people, but we went through a metal detector or something, and all these alarms started going off, so I ran.”

Her story had a gaping hole in it in the shape of the fact that she couldn’t have opened the Handbook unless she was recently deceased, which she wasn’t. A ghost had to have shown her the book and let her through the door, which was a big no-no. Obviously, she wasn’t going to give up her source.

He didn’t care. In fact, he was delighted that they were still teaching living teenagers that snitches got stitches.

“Fine,” he said. “I can get you back, but when you do –”

“I have to say your name three times?”

“You have to say my name three times.”

She sat on his desk. “Which name? That Juno lady called you a lot of things.”

And Juno had cursed him so he couldn’t say it. For the same reason people on house arrest couldn’t unlock their ankle bracelets.

“I’ve got a card somewhere,” he muttered. He reached into his jacket, and handed her the little business card.

“ ‘2nd Street Dermatology – You’ve Got Us Under Your Skin’?” she read.

“Wrong card!” He grabbed it back, and plunged his hands deep in his pants pockets. There was so much junk in the way. “Hold this,” he said, handing Lydia a skull, a xylophone, a planchette – “Here!”

He took his stuff back, and she read the card. “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice?”

He nodded.

“If I say this in the living world, it’ll bring you there?”

“In two shakes.”

“So you’re like a demon.”

“Half demon, half ghost.”

“Have you been here a long time?”

He nodded.

“Then you know how to find my mom!” she said. “You can be my guide! And as soon as we’re back in the living world, I promise I’ll say your name. And you won’t have to deal with your terrible mother ever again!”

It was a nice thought.

“You can’t get your mom,” he said. “That’s just a no-go.”

Her expression soured. “No-go with you, you mean,” she said. “You don’t really want to help me? Fine. I’ll manage by myself, I guess. That’s all I’ve been doing since my mom died, anyway.” She went for the door.

He scurried after her. “Lydia, wait! We can make a deal!”

Juno would kill her. That death wouldn’t be clean or fast. And then Juno could spend as long as she wanted punishing the newlydead girl for breaking the rules.

It wasn’t pleasant to discover there were still ideas that could make him want to vomit. Besides, if she went out by herself, he’d be losing his ticket to the living world. Another few centuries slogging around the office until the next stupid, lucky teenager came by. There was no point in not seeing this through as long as he could.

He forced a grin. “OK. I’ll be your guide.”

“You’ll help me find my mom?” she asked. “That’s really possible?”

“It’s really possible.”

It really wasn’t. He could try to argue with her, and eventually, she might listen and just go home. But if he was the one who burst her bubble, she’d be less inclined to do him a favor.

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll help you find your mom. And I know exactly where to head. But first – we have to make you blend in.”

He smuggled the tiny goth out the back way, into the empty, rocky fields where the newlydeads lined up to head into the infinite Abyss that awaited them. No poor, unfortunate souls were hanging around just then, though you had to figure that people died about every second in the living room. He had given up trying to figure out the Netherworld’s relationship with time.

He made the tiny goth sit on a crag so they’d be eye-to-eye, and started rooting around his jacket for supplies. She looked skeptical, and he couldn’t blame her.

“How do I blend in?” Lydia asked.

“You have to look dead,” he said. “If you don’t go through the sensors – nice job, by the way, hopping right in the nearest line, very subtle – no one will automatically be able to tell you’re alive. But! If anyone gets within arm’s length, you’ll get caught. You have to stop flaunting your beating heart and functioning liver.”

“So I have to look recently deceased…” she said, and chewed on her bottom lip. “Should I put fake blood all over my face? Pretend I got poisoned?” She made a choking sound. “Maybe a noose?” She yanked one hand over her shoulder and let her head loll forward.

He tried not to flinch. She didn’t know that she’d just punched below the belt. Especially since he was wearing suspenders.

“Only newlydeads carry their wounds around,” he said. “That’s a good way to tell someone’s inexperienced. Have you seen the receptionist? She acts like she knows everything, but she’s still got those slit wrists, and the carbon monoxide skin.” He snorted. “Suicides.”

“I was going to jump off the roof of our new house,” Lydia said, very quietly. “Just yesterday. I wrote a note and everything.”

“Well, then, congratulations,” he said.

“For what?”

“For outdoing yourself. Running into hell wasn’t the dumbest idea you had this week. Have some grave dirt.” He tossed a handful of mud in her face.

She coughed, and tried to brush the dirt away, but just ended up smearing it across her forehead and cheeks. “What the HELL?”

“You have to make people believe you’ve been in the ground a long time. Get some of that under your fingernails, there you go. Now slouch!” he ordered. Her shoulders sagged. “Lower! Everything in your previous life is gone! No one cried at your funeral! Stoners are making out behind your head stone!”

“I’m deeeeead,” she said, stretching out the word and adding some vocal fry. She slid off the crag, and raised her arms like a zombie. Her eyes were half-closed. “Woe is me. How I long for one more breath.”

“Very nice.” He considered, then reached out and messed up her hair. “There. Dial it back by 30% and you’re golden.”

Her eyes lit up with a fervor only living teenagers had. “Does that mean we can go?”

“Yes. But you have to follow my lead, capeesh?”

“Capeesh,” she said, and he didn’t believe her.

He snapped his suspenders. “It’s showtime! Let’s go to Saturn!”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice fanfiction #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #lydia deetz

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hispeculiartreasure · 6 years ago

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All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Four | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 3,371

Chapter 4/24

Warnings: Very brief, yet strong language

AN: Let me just say that I am profoundly grateful for the love this series is getting! I am enjoying your comments and theories and am so flattered by your praise. I didn’t get a chance to respond to every comment like I usually do - my car accident took care of that. I’ve had a hard time focusing and coping after that traumatic day so I hope everything in this chapter is in order. Love you all so dearly. Come scream at me when you’re done. 💖

Chapter Three

‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

Exiting the elevator the next morning you fumble through your handbag, trying to find the lipstick you didn’t have time to put on before you left.

Of all mornings for the subway to not be working it had to be today. I’m so late, I’m gonna have to bust my tail before Anderson notices.

“Good morning, Mrs. Flannery,” you say absentmindedly as you approach her desk.

“You’re late. I have-”

“I know, it’s been a hell of a-- excuse me, it’s been a heck of a morning,” you interrupt, head still down, lipstick nowhere to be found.

“Miss-”

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” You rush past her as your mental to-do list only grows longer.

“Ahem.”

There was no denying that was aimed toward you. You come to a halt, slowly turning back to the daunting woman. Peering over her glasses, one hand perched on her hip while the other was stretched out to you, grasping a piece of paper.

“This was left for you yesterday afternoon after you had completed your shift.” You timidly reach for the slip, when Flannery pulls it back at the last moment. “I feel the need to remind you that this is a place of business. Not romance, not courtship, not frivolity. I meant what I said on your first day - beaus are not allowed in this office. This is the only time I will extend grace. Understood?”

Mystified you take the paper, nodding your understanding.

What the hell is she talking about?

Suzy sidles beside you on the walk to your desk before she whisper-shouts, “The note was for her!”

Immediately, six other women leap from their desks and huddle around you talking a mile a minute.

“We were here when he dropped it off!”

“He was so cute!”

“Why do I feel like I’ve seen him in the movies?”

“Maybe he’s a war-hero?”

“He looked familiar,” Connie muses.

“Who cares! What does it say?” Suzy urges as she pokes your arm.

The huddle falls silent as you open the neatly folded note.

The gaggle of girls around you squeal for a moment before Flannery’s harsh shhhh quiets everyone to whispers.

“How sweet.”

“He’s one of the window washers?!”

“Wait, we have window washers here?”

“I still feel like I know him from somewhere else. . .”

“Well, how do you feel?” Suzy draws the focus back to you.

You bite your lip. “Umm. . . it makes me feel. . . pretty great.”

“Jeeze, for you that may as well be equal to jumping up and down!” One nudges you gently with her elbow. “What are you gonna do?”

“Do? I- I’m not going to do anything. I got a nice note and I appreciate it,” you state, hoping it would bring an end to all the attention surrounding you. It didn’t.

“Oh come on!”

“Have you been flirting? You need to be more tantalizing!”

“You have to find him right now!”

“Show us your moves, we can help!”

Waving your arms for quiet you declare, “I’m already late and if I don’t get to work, I’ll be canned before I get the chance to see him again. Is that what you want?”

Everyone begrudgingly trudges across the office while Suzy lags behind. With a knowing grin she says, “Lemme know if you wanna talk about it. It’s nice to see you smile like that.”

As she leaves you plop down into your desk chair, rereading the note. It’s then that you realize just how much you’ve been smiling the last few minutes and just how fast your heart was beating.

Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed the new look. Why am I blushing all over again?

He came up here to try to talk to me. To actually see me. In person. He faced the wrath of Flannery to get up here and leave this.

He can’t wait to see me? Does he look forward to seeing me as much as I look forward to seeing him? Of course he couldn’t be bothered to sign his actual name. What a tease.

It takes a shout from Anderson’s office to bring you back to reality. Propping the note against your typewriter you read it one more time before grabbing your pencil and notepad.

For the rest of the day you anxiously check the window every few minutes, waiting for the author of your note. Every moment you feel self-conscious, not sure what you should do when he stops on your floor. Is he expecting more to come from this? Do you need to be a little more flirtatious, like some of the girls had mentioned? Should you be making more of an effort? Is that something you even wanted?

But then you see him and the uncertainty fades away. The work day is almost over before he descends to the sixth floor. You make eye contact, check your watch, and tap its face twice. You’re late.

He nods while wiping his brow. His head lolls to the side, eyes closed, tongue sticking out in a comical manner. Slept in.

Shaking your head and tutting softly, you raise an eyebrow.

Both his hands shoot up in a I know, I know. Won’t happen again.

With a short nod, you go back to filing and leave Window Washer to his work.

By the time you turn around, you expect him to be gone. To your pleasant surprise, he seems to be waiting for you. He beckons you to the window. When you get close enough, you notice something written in the suds at the very bottom of the pane. The word doesn’t make sense to you, so you scrunch your eyebrows at him.

He taps himself on the chest several times and mouths “my name”. You look again and it finally clicks. B-U-C-K-Y. You nod your understanding and smile. It isn’t until he points at you that you realize he’s waiting for your name. You press your finger to the glass, waiting for him to mirror your touch. You trace your name on your side, allowing him to spell it on his side. He reads it and grins wide. Nice to meet ya, he mouths.

“Mary! Get in here, take notes.” You turn from the voice, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Hooking a thumb toward your boss’ office, you sigh deeply. Gotta go.

Bucky held two fingers to his brow and gave you a half-hearted salute. Good luck in there.

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You are dutifully typing a letter when a pair of shiny Oxford heels appear in your peripheral vision next to your desk. “You need to go ask that boy on a date.”

Heaving a sigh, you keep your eyes on the task in front of you. “Didn’t we have this discussion yesterday, Suze?”

“Yeah, and you still haven’t wised-up.” Papers rustle on your desk as Suzy props a hip against it.

“On the contrary, I think I’m exercising a lot of wisdom.”

She scoffs, finally drawing your attention away from your paperwork.

“Someone’s a scaredy cat.”

“Suzy.” You fix her with a pointed look.

Pretending to have a sudden interest in her cuticles she mutters, “It’s the only possible explanation.”

“How do we know that note was an invitation? What if he was just saying hi? What if he-”

“Mhmm. Those are the thoughts of someone who is unafraid.”

“How do we even know if he’d want to go on a date with me?” You lean back in your chair, tired of this conversation.

The redhead’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead. “I’m sorry - ‘You looked beautiful’? ‘Can’t wait to see you’? Sorry, doll, but people don’t say that to just anyone. I adore you, but I can definitely wait to see you if it means coming in to work.” She dodges the playful kick you aim in her direction. “All I’m saying is that you weren’t here when he left that note - I was. He was all kinds of antsy and blushing.”

“He works outside, maybe he had a sunburn,” you deadpan.

“You were just talking about how you barely know anyone in the city and you need to meet new people. He’s new people!”

“But I don’t even know if I want a romantic relationship right now.” “Then you’ll tell him that after your first date if you still feel that way. But why shut it down now when it doesn’t even exist yet? Maybe he’s lonely too-” Suzy’s eyes dart behind you and her posture changes. She leans in toward you, feigning interest in the letter you’d abandoned. “Oh yes, those are the addresses I was looking for. Don’t know how they got on your desk. And you needed something from me right?”

You sit stunned by this sudden change of behavior until you see Flannery approaching your desk.

“Uhh-yes. I was wondering what the protocol would be for when. . .” you both watch as the office manager floats into the filing room and shuts the door behind her. You and Suzy relax back into your previous positions. “I never said lonely,” you point out, shoving your defensive instincts down.

Suzy rolls her eyes and with a wave of her manicured hand says “Fine, fine, you’re being adventurous. Does that make you feel better?”

“No.”

“Answer me one last question, Newbie, and I’ll leave you alone.” Raising a brow, you wait for the question. “What’ve you got to lose?”

You weren’t able to answer then, and you still don’t have an answer now.

Under Suzy’s watchful eye, the second your watch reads 12 o’clock you leave your desk and hustle down the stairs, hoping the physical activity would work out some of the anxiety in your chest. It doesn’t.

Turning the corner toward the service entrance you see the window washers gathered outside in a loose group, taking their lunch break. Your heart begins to beat faster when you imagine actually holding a conversation with Bucky. What in the world were you going to say to him?

I really should’ve thought this through a little more.

But then your feet were taking you toward the group and it was too late to turn back now. The clicking of your shoes on pavement draws the attention of each man whose heads simultaneously swing to watch you. You stop a few feet away from them, losing your words.

“Can we help you, miss?” The apparent leader of the window washing crew steps forward. He’s much younger than Bucky, scrawny and tan. He’d be lucky to be 18.

“Um. . .” you scan the faces, not finding the one you’re looking for. “Is Bucky around?”

The leader’s eyes narrow, giving you a too-thorough once-over. “Whaddya want with him? If it has to do with windows, I’m in charge here. Name’s Harrison. Maybe I can help you out.”

You control the urge to fidget under his scrutiny, steeling yourself to squarely match his gaze. “No, there’s something else I need to discuss with him.”

“He had to skip out early today. Something about a family emergency.”

“Oh. I see.” You think for a moment, not enjoying the pack of men watching you like vultures. “Would you let him know I stopped by?” You turn on your heel when Harrison speaks again.

“What’s your name, baby-doll?”

Shutting your eyes you remind yourself to watch your temper. Thinking better of giving your name, you spare a glance over your shoulder. Coldly you reply, “Tell him ‘Sixth Floor’. He’ll know.”

More questions are shouted at you but you keep walking, very familiar with the rakish tone in which they were spoken. You didn’t have time for drooling boys. For a moment you worry that Bucky is cut from the same cloth as them. But something deep in you urges that he’s different.

Unbeknownst to you, when Bucky arrives at work the next day Harrison actually does mention your visit.

“Barnes, some broad came lookin’ for ya at lunchtime yesterday.”

Bucky doesn’t spare a look from his kit he was preparing for the day. “Yeah? What for?”

“She wouldn’t tell us. Seemed kinda stuck-up and snooty. Like she was better than us or something.”

Hitching his kit over his shoulder to head to the roof, Bucky smooths back a stray strand of hair. “I hate to break it to ya, but if she was acting like that I’m sure you deserved it.” As the kid who was technically his supervisor opens his mouth to protest Bucky interjects, “Did she say anything else?”

Unamused, Harrison practically pouts. “She just said ‘sixth floor’ and said you’d get it. Then she left.”

Bucky stills immediately at the mention of you. “Really? She said that?”

“Yup. Was a bombshell too, real date-bait if you catch my drift.”

Eyes closing, Bucky imagines strangling the teenager in front of him rather than actually carrying out the action. “Shut your trap.”

“Wish she’d stop by again, wouldn’t mind an evening of necking with her.” He conspiratorially winks, mistakenly thinking he would go along with the sentiment.

Squaring up with Harrison, Bucky leans in dangerously close and says lowly, “You’d better watch that mouth, kid.”

“What’s the big deal? She’s not your girl or anything is she?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky insists, eyes practically boring through the terrified kid in front of him. “She’s not yours, so don’t be a creep. Girls don’t like creeps, if you haven’t caught onto that yet. And I don’t either.” He leans back, smirking with satisfaction at the deer-in-the-headlights look he was getting. Resting his brush on his shoulder Bucky turns to begin his day.

“Keep your paws off me, Barnes!” Harrison shouts to Bucky’s back.

“I didn’t touch you, Harrison. Maybe you would’ve noticed if you weren’t always on skirt patrol,” Bucky tosses over his shoulder as he begins to climb the fire escape.

As Bucky climbs higher his thoughts turn to you. You’d been looking for him. You’d obviously shut down Harrison and the rest of the boys. Anyone that sassed that kid was a hero in his book.

Maybe his note hadn’t been a total disaster after all. Once he’d gotten into bed that night, he fretted over that dumb piece of paper for hours. He thought of a million things he could’ve said besides the three hastily scribbled lines. A million kinder, wittier, more fitting words for you. You’d been nice enough the next day, playful even. And he’d finally gotten your name - a sweet, suitable name that rolled around in his head for hours. But he couldn’t help feeling like he needed to do more.

He found himself even more excited to get to the sixth floor today, to see you, to have a little hope, to share in a smile. Though that’s not exactly what happens.

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“Get in here, NOW!”

Anderson’s tone instantly drowns your insides with dread.

You rush to his door, quietly opening it. Anderson’s heels are crossed, kicked up to rest on the edge of his desk. His eyes bore into you, disdain obvious.

“Sir?” you make out much smoother than you feel.

“Do you know what this is?” he flicks a letter across his desk toward you. Quietly picking it up, you silently read its contents.

“The steel mill is turning down our partnership offer? Because they never received paperwork? Sir, I definitely-”

“Read the letterhead,” he bites out. “And then read what you sent out. What do you notice, Doris?” Another letter is flicked in your direction. You bite back a retort about your name.

Holding the letters side-by-side, a pit drops in your stomach. “I copied the address incorrectly.”

Anderson gives you a tight nod, jaw clenched. The room is claustrophobic in silence.

“Sir, I-”

“You cost us thousands of dollars with this idiotic move, because you didn’t proofread your work enough? Because you can’t copy a damn number over?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I missed-”

“You missed it because you were careless!” Anderson bangs a fist to his desk, causing you to jump a fraction. He stands up abruptly, stalking over to you. “This job isn’t a fucking joke. You were given a chance because you kicked up a fuss about being let go when our boys came back from war. You want this job? Act like it!” With every word Anderson steps in your direction causing you to match with a step backward. You are in his office’s threshold when he leans in and whispers menacingly, “If you can’t get a damn letter right then you shouldn’t even be here in the first place, Marge. Make sure it doesn’t happen again or you’re gone. Now get out of my office and fix your screw-up!” The door slams in your face.

Hands shaking, you make your way to your desk. Willing the tears not to fall you take a few deep breaths. Elbows rest on the surface, head in your hands, focusing on not falling apart in the middle of the busy office.

You’re tougher than this. A man raising his voice at you is nothing new. You are fine, you made a mistake. Don’t you dare lose your composure, it’ll only make you seem weak.

A tapping on the window directly next to your desk startles you. Bucky is there, looking more concerned than ever. He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed together. What’s wrong?

The tears spill out at the kindness reflected in his own. You search desperately for a handkerchief before turning back to the window. Dabbing at your wet cheeks furiously, you gesture to Anderson’s office. You blink against the hankie, hoping to catch the makeup before it runs down your entire face. Pointing to yourself you mouth “my fault”. The tears don’t stop for several minutes, but everytime you look up Bucky is sitting at the window, watching you sorrowfully.

Eventually you dry up, puffy eyes meeting Bucky’s. “I’m fine,” you whisper, dropping your gaze to the handkerchief in your lap that you’ve been twisting into knots.

More tapping draws your attention back to Bucky, who promptly flips off Anderson’s closed door. You manage to stutter a laugh out in between your sniffles, feeling a little lighter already.

With an admonishing shake of your head that you don’t mean, you return his smile. Thanks.

You could be imagining it, but Bucky seems hesitant to move on to the next floor. Giving him what you hope is a reassuring thumbs-up you mouth, “I’m okay.”

Looking thoroughly unconvinced he watches you for a few seconds before nodding slowly. He drops out of your sight, though you still stare out the window where he had been.

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One day passes where you don’t see Bucky at all.

Two days pass. No Bucky.

Three days pass. Zero handsome window washers.

When the end of your day comes and it hits you that he hasn’t made his usual stop you try to ignore the disappointment that prickles your heart.

It takes a while before it dawns on you that since you had started your job Bucky had washed every single window on this side of the building. Which meant he would move onto another side or possibly an entirely different building.

On your walk into work Friday morning, you notice that the window washing crew’s tools are absent from the sidewalk. An unfamiliar emotion has you biting your lip as you approach your desk.

I guess that’s that. We kept missing each other and time just. . .ran out. It’s not a big deal. . . If it’s not a big deal then why am I so sad?

Turning your gaze to the window immediately to your left, you notice a piece of paper in the middle of the pane. You stare for a moment, fairly certain that it hadn’t been there when you left work last night. With a purposeful step you go to the window, a sneaking suspicion in the back of your mind. You find a note written in a familiar hand taped to the outside of the window, the writing facing you so you could read it clear as day.

Chapter Five

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sun-kissed-star · 6 years ago

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alright y’all here’s the first fic i promised, i’ve had this one in the making for a week or two. it’s part of my modern au where medda adopts jack from the refuge and jack is still Just a Babey in this. enjoy!

trigger warning: child harassment, creepy guy, slight mentions of past abuse, slight violence

It was no surprise that Medda was at least a little well-known. She wasn’t famous, and she didn’t have an entourage of fans following her when she walked down the street. But she owned her own theater, and the seats were usually full on the weekends. That earned her at least a few looks of recognition.

Jack was happy for her, honestly. She was doing what she loved, and he was grateful that she let him help at all by bringing him into the theater to help with painting. Still, it meant that by the time she got him out of the Refuge, there were at least a few articles and tabloids online with headlines like Medda Larkin’s Love Child and Little Kid Hits the Stage! Sometimes it was fun to tease them, but most of the time they were just annoying. Medda had tried her best to keep him out of the spotlight for privacy’s sake, but he’d promised her it was fine. He’d had worse, and a few photos online wouldn’t kill him.

As soon as the backstage door opened and Medda stepped through, still panting a little from the adrenaline of the stage, Jack looked up at her with a wide grin.

“Great show, everybody!” Medda said, pulling her hat off and wiping some sweat off her forehead. The pride on her face matched Jack’s smile. “Completely sold out! That ain’t happened in weeks.”

“Well, with those new songs, I’m surprised it’s not happenin’ every night,” said a man on tech crew. He chuckled. “We’ll sell out for the next month if you keep pulling those out of your -“

“Hey, watch it,” Medda admonished, jerking her head towards where Jack was sitting. “He’s only been here a few months. Don’t ruin him just yet.”

The man smiled guiltily and tipped his baseball cap. “Sorry, ma’am.”

Jack took that as his cue that it was okay to step into the conversation, and he slid off the chair he was sitting in and walked up behind Medda, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her torso.

“You did good, Mama.”

Medda twisted around, smiling as soon as she recognized his voice. That was a nice thing she did that no one else had ever done, and Jack hoped she never stopped.

“Oh, I can’t take all the credit, baby,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “That set piece you helped the crew with? The whole crowd loved it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack said. “Hey, uh, do you wanna go on an ice cream run?”

“If that’s what you want, honey,” Medda said. “I’ve got a few things to clean up back here, then we can do that and get home and get some sleep. Wait in the hallway for me, okay?”

Jack nodded, letting her squeeze him one more time before letting her go and walking to the door. He waved to the crew, earning choruses of “Bye, Jackie!” before turning the handle and stepping out.

He’d barely turned the corner from the backstage door before he collided with a man wandering down the hallway.

“Oh!” the man said, grabbing his hat in surprise as he stumbled backwards and his eyes flew down to Jack. A look of surprise washed over his face for a split second before he plastered on a smile.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” he said. “I was just looking for, uh, the dressing rooms.” He gave Jack a second glance, probably taking in his paint-stained shirt and mussed hair. “Say, why’re you back here? You know this place is off limits, kid.”

I could tell you the same thing, pal, Jack thought. The man was pale and his cheeks were a little too flushed. His stomach was bulging under his tan suit and bright red tie. His hair was thin on the sides of his head and he was wearing a fedora that he wasn’t pulling off. In his head, Jack was running through a mental list of Medda’s tech crew and the guy’s face wasn’t popping out at him. He wasn’t familiar at all, and that was setting off all the alarms in Jack’s head.

“Um, I’m Medda’s -”

Before Jack could finish, the man suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Wait a minute! You’re Medda Larkin’s boy, aren’t you?” He leaned in to get a closer look and Jack wrinkled his nose at the stench on his breath. “Yes, you are! You’re the one she adopted. I read about you online.”

Jack decided now wasn’t the best time to correct him about still being in the foster system. The man’s fake smile was putting him on edge, and his fight and flight instincts were itching to kick in. His eyes darted to the backstage door. Could he book it and hide out in the dressing rooms?

Before he could make his grand escape, the guy thrust a hand at him

“I’m James,” he said. “James, uh, Colton. How do you do?”

Jack didn’t shake his hand. “Hi.”

James retracted his hand, awkwardly clapping them together. “Well, now that we’re here, let me ask you something,” he said, changing the topic as quickly as the conversation had started. “Do you think you could show me where backstage is?”

Jack blinked up at him. “Sorry, what?”

“Backstage, kid,” James said. His smile was looking grimmer. “I’d like to say hi to your, uh, your mom.”

“Um, I don’t -”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” James said, looking a little more impatient as Jack continued to give him a blank stare. “I knew her in high school! We were close friends. I’m sure she would be happy to see me.” He leaned in again, just a couple inches from Jack’s nose. “What do you say, hm?”

“Um. No.”

James’ smile dropped completely from his face. His eyebrows furrowed. “Listen, kid, you don’t get a say in who Medda’s talkin’ to,” he said, as if trying to explain something to a two-year-old. “Why don’t you just -”

Jack shrugged. “Sorry, mister,” he said. “I don’t know ya, and I’m just a dumb kid, right? I ain’t supposed to talk to strangers and you ain’t -”

James grabbed his collar.

“Listen, kid,” he repeated, quickly going beet red. “I swear to God, you know what I went through to get back here tonight? If you don’t show me where the damn door is, I’ll -”

“Hey, l-lemme go!” Jack said, squirming as James shook his collar. Call him crazy, but after living in a kids’ prison for half a decade and getting used to being thrown around like a ragdoll by the guards, he didn’t want a random man he didn’t know tossing him around. “Put me down, help! Leave me alone, Medda, I need help -!”

“Oh, what is your problem, boy?” James snapped. “What, are you fresh out of a boot camp or something? Just calm down and bring me to Medda’s dressing room or wherever the hell she is and I’ll let you go!”

Jack couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, and he felt as if the man was pushing him into a tiny box that he couldn’t escape from, and his heart was beating faster and where was Medda -

“What’s goin’ on out here?”

As soon as the backstage door opened, James’ hands flew away as if the grip he had on Jack’s collar had burned him. Jack went stumbling back and crashed into Medda, who was standing right behind him.

“Medda Larkin!” James said, patting himself down, flustered. He stuck on another easy-going grin. “Didn’t expect you over in this part of the theater.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” Medda said. She put two hands on Jack’s shoulders, providing silent comfort. “Now would you mind explaining what was happenin’ out here?”

“Oh, nothing,” James said, waving his hand as if brushing it off. “Your boy and I were just having a little chat -“

“Looks to me like you were shakin’ a kid like you were tryin’ to unscrew his head,” Medda said, cutting him off sternly. Jack almost never heard her take on the tone in her voice, but when she did, it could make Snyder himself tremble.

“No, of course not!” James said hastily. “I was just telling Jack here what good friends we were in high school. I thought I might drop in -“

Medda cut him off again. “Funny,” she said, her hands squeezing Jack’s shoulders tighter. “I don’t remember going to clown school and making friends with any bozos like you.”

“Oh, well... don’t you remember?” James said, looking a little more desperate to salvage the situation by the minute. Jack couldn’t blame him. “We had English together! And we had that acting class in senior year! I just thought I should pop into your show and see how you were doing. We were friends before your name hit the papers.” His beady eyes searched desperately around the hallway for a way out of the piercing glare Medda was giving him, and in a split second, he grabbed Jack’s arm and yanked him forwards. “The kid’ll tell you! We were just talking about it. Listen -”

“No, why don’t you listen to me, hun,” Medda said, her voice crystal cool but still sharp enough to cut through the air. Brushing James’ hand off, she guided Jack back to her side and subconsciously pulled him close to her chest so that her arms were almost creating a human shield around him. “I don’t know if you’re reading those articles online, or if you even read at all, but he’s ten years old. Put your hands on him again and I’ll call it child harassment.”

James looked scared now, which was probably what Medda was going for. “Hang on, you can’t do that -”

“Oh, I definitely can, doll. Now, what were you saying about being friends in school?” She looked thoughtful for a minute, then she snapped her fingers. “You know what, I don’t remember you, but I do remember a nice boy that grew up to be a police officer.” She gave James a sugary smile. “Would you like me to give him a call?”

“No!” James said, throwing his hands out. “No, you have a good day, ma’am, uh, you’ve got a great boy, ah, I’ll see you another time.” His rambling followed him all the way out the door, echoing down the hallway as he ran towards the door to slip past security.

Medda watched him go, but the second he was around the corner, she turned to Jack without even a trace of a glare left on her face. She put a hand on top of his head and tilted it to look at his face.

“Are you okay?” she said, forehead creasing in concern. She wiped a splatter of paint off his chin. “If it were up to me, people like that wouldn’t be getting anywhere near my theater.”

“I’m fine, Mama,” Jack said, a smile growing on his face. Sure, he was a little shaken up, but he was happy. Medda cared about him enough to get involved and chase the guy off, and that was enough to make his heart grow three sizes. “Honest.”

“I’m glad, baby,” she said, patting his head before taking her hand away. “I’ll talk to security about letting people past. Honestly, I’d swear they were sleeping on the job.”

Jack shrugged, following her as she put a hand on his lower back and pushing him towards the backstage door. Her makeup was washed off and she’d changed out of her costume, and Jack was relieved to go home. “Probably. You think they’d let the Delanceys in next time if you didn’t talk to ‘em?”

Medda frowned. “Those boys that keep pickin’ on your friends?” Jack nodded, and she sighed and shook her head. “I bet so.”

Jack giggled, hiding his smile in his sleeve. Her exasperation was so dramatic that she was probably just trying to get him to laugh, but it was definitely working. “Um, do you wanna go on an ice cream run?” he said. “If you want.”

“Honey, I think we both deserve it after tonight.”

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mademoiselle-black · 7 years ago

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And so it begins

Fandom: Law&Order SVU

Pairing: Bartender!Sonny x Singer!Reader

Word count: I wish I knew as well

A/N: This is a 40s AU little thing that has been going through my mind. I don't know if I'll turn it into a series or just a collection of different events and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy!

"Dealing with you lot is like herding cats," Cragen said before going back into his office.

The bar had just closed for the night and you couldn't take off your gloves and heels faster as you made your way to the counter. Nick closed the entrance after the last customer took his leave, Barba, like the dutiful manager he was, sat at the table counting the money and Amanda cleaned up the tables with Mike. It was the moment when the stage lights turned off and everyone could let their hair down and prepare for a new day.

Sonny threw the washcloth over his shoulder with a smirk on his face as he fixed you with those baby blues that made your knees go weak whenever he looked in your direction. They seemed to sparkle with every smile.

"What did you do this time?" he asked, taking out some glasses to make a round of drinks for you and the guys.

Finn leaned against the counter as Munch took a seat and started reading last week's newspaper.

"Lover boy tried putting the moves on our lovely singer and I gave him a piece of my mind. Turns out he's a guy with connections."

"The guy works for the mob you dumbass. If you come to my house in the middle of the night with a bloody face and no place to sleep I'm going to pretend I don't know you," Munch quipped.

Finn and Munch were an odd pair, but you found them adorable as they went on with their usual antics and bickering. Thankfully the night came to an end and you could finally lean back and relax. Your back and feet were killing you. Sonny saw you rubbing at your shoulders and moved towards you, pushing a glass of gin&tonic in front of you.

"You okay, doll?"

There he went again, distracting you with his blue eyes. He looked boyishly handsome with his gelled hair and rolled up sleeves as he leaned closer. Plus, that waistcoat hugged his body in all the right places. No wonder Amanda had to steer the ladies back to their dates night after night because they were crowding up the bar area.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It's just that sleeping on a couch isn't as comfortable as you might think. I still haven't found a place of my own."

"I could give you a massage anytime, doll. Just say the word and I'm yours."

A blush crept over your face at his offer, leaving you speechless. He gave a small laugh.

"Relax, I'm just pulling your leg. My sister, Bella, she's pregnant and she gets these nasty backaches. I've got my own technique and all that. Besides, you gotta earn these magic hands."

You took the pair of opera gloves next to you and swatted his arm playfully. "You ass!"

Sonny pulled back, holding his arm in feigned pain as he walked away. "No more free drinks for you!"

He was making it too easy for your poor heart to develop feelings for him. A few moments later he came back like a cat begging its owner for attention.

"I might reconsider that if you accept my offer," Sonny teased. His tone was light, but the look on his face showed he wasn't joking about what he was going to say.

"Like what?"

"Lemme take you out for coffee."

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x you #sonny carisi imagine #law & order svu one shot #law and order imagine #law & order svu #40s au #bartender!sonny

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emphatically-enthusiastic · 7 years ago

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Good News (Race x reader)

Request: Race x reader with the soulmate au where you have your soulmates name written on you. but the thing is, race goes by race (not his real name, anthony. according to the movie) so the reader doesn’t know it’s him? -Anon

[My computer crashed while writing this so I had to rewrite it. I am not a happy bunny.] [Update: I finished this like two days ago and FORGOT to post it I’m such a fake writer I’m sorry. -Fiona]

Anthony. The name you’ve known all your life. Everyone grows up with two names, their own and their soulmates. Their soulmate’s name inscribed on their wrist, always the left, like a birthmark.

So, somewhere out there, there was a boy called Anthony who you were destined to be with. That was always a strange thought to you, almost daunting. You’re not supposed to go looking for a soulmate, it’s always a chance meeting. And you were no different.

You were getting a newspaper for your parents, as you did every day. You got your paper from the same newsboys, always Buttons, Jack, or Albert. All big flirts, of course. But it was such a sunny day today, the short walk to your usual’s selling spot wouldn’t be enough for you. You decided to take a different turn in your journey, newsies were everywhere so you’d have no trouble finding someone else to sell you your paper.

Sure enough, later on in the day when it had gotten cooler and you were done walking, there were several newsies on the street waving their papers.

As if reading your mind, a voice caught your attention, “You wantin’ a pape, miss?” The voice belonged to a newsboy.

…And damn, this boy was it. Blonde curls unneatly tucked into a typical newsboy cap. He was smiling at you, and as you looked at him he put a cigar in his mouth. You walked sheepishly towards him.

“Hi. Uh yeah, I’ll have a paper, please.” You said shyly, the smile didn’t leave the newsie’s face.

“Sure thing, doll.” He replied with what must have been the thickest accent you’d ever heard. He handed over a newspaper and you gave him the money, which he tossed into the air and caught again, “You had that look about ya.”

“That look?”

“Like you were looking for something.” The boy told you, studying you inquisitively.

“A look of looking?” You repeated, laughing softly. “And you thought that thing was a newspaper?”

“Well if you’re lookin’ for sum’n and you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s some good news.” He replied, tapping the pape in your hands, “The headline’s nuttin’ special, but you see stories about…people savin’ kittens in trees and stuff.”

You laughed, the boy smiled again at his own words. God, he was awkward. A silence fell over you for a few seconds.

“Congratulations on winning the strike.” You said, remembering the conversation you’d had with Jack the day before.

Immediately the boy’s face lit up, “Thanks! Wanna see me in the pape?” He whipped out a single page from his pocket and unfolded it neatly. You recognized it as the front page from the New York Sun sometime the week before.

The boy pointed to one of the smiling faces on the page, “See dat? Dat’s me in the pape!” He declared with such excitement he was almost jumping on the spot.

“Aw, he’s doing it again!” Another boy shouted from across the road, another newsie.

“Quit botherin’ the customers, Race!” A third one yelled.

“Bother yoursel’, I’m famous!” Your newsboy yelled back, who you now knew as Race. The cigar was out of his mouth and wedged between the fingers of his balled fist to make a charming hand gesture to his pals.

“You all look great.” You chimed in, turning Race’s attention back to you.

“Thank you, madam. Can I count on your custom tomorrow? I won’t move from this very spot just for you.” Then Race clicked his heels and saluted proudly like a soldier. You laughed, but it was a nervous one… Wow, was it getting hot or was it just you? ….Or was it just him?

You broke out of your train of thought, he’s a charmer, it’s part of his job that’s all.

“We’ll see, Race.” You replied, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’ll be waiting.” You hear him call as you walk away.

You tried to stay away, you really did. The next morning you kept looking at your wrist. Anthony was out there somewhere and yet you couldn’t tear your thoughts away from this newsboy. Race wasn’t your soulmate, so why did you feel so connected to him? When you left the house that morning you weren’t even walking to get a paper but once you saw Race, exactly where he said he’d be, you couldn’t not speak to him again. He saw you approaching he waved, then wiped his hand on his pants, almost looking anxious.

“Hey, doll. Beautiful day, ain’t it?” He greeted, stretching his arms out, papes in hand.

“I guess.” You replied, looking up at the gray cloudy sky, “Not like yesterday, though. Any good news in the pape today?”

“Not much. But I gotsa special pape right here for ya anyways.” Race took a newspaper from the top of the pile but wouldn’t give it to you yet.

“What’s special about it?” You ask before mentally scolding yourself for sounding too flirtatious. Race smirked and lifted the paper to his lips, planting a kiss on it before giving it to you.

“That is.” He said smugly. You blushed madly, so did he. Then you both heard a wolf whistle from one of Race’s friends from the day before, not so subtly hiding behind a lamppost.

Race cleared his throat and looked at his shoes, “Anyway, it’s stupid, I know.”

“No, ignore him.” You said quickly, smiling reassuringly, “You’re sweet.”

Race was still looking down, but you saw the big grin spread across his face. Then he started walking around, but only ever a few steps away from you, sometimes tapping his feet on the paves, “So, I still don’t know your name, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N.” You said, you already knew to your disappointment that it wasn’t his name on your wrist, so you were surprised when Race almost tripped over nothing. He wobbled and looked at you with a new urgency in his eyes.

“Lemme see yer wrist.” Race said, speaking so fast it almost came out as one word.

You sighed, feeling a downward tug on your heart, “It’s not yo-”

“Anthony! My name’s Anthony!” He blurted, searching for a reaction on your face, and he saw what he was hoping for. “Please, lemme see.”

He reached his hand out between you, it was visibly trembling. Just as shaky you put your own hand in his. He turned it over to see the name etched into your skin, running his finger over the familiar letters. Without shifting his gaze from the name, he showed you his free hand with your name on his wrist.

“You asked sum’n about good news?” Race Anthony said, finally looking up from your arm with the biggest smile on his face.

You still had a gentle grip on his wrist, struggling to form words, “I- I am not entirely sure what’s going on.” You managed to say. Anthony laughed at the expression on your face.

“Yeah, sorry, musta been a shock. Race is a nickname… you should probably know I have a thing for gamblin’“

“I have never been so happy to hear that.” You said through a sigh, putting your hand on the back on his head and bringing his lips to meet yours. He immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

Then you heard the erupted applause of the crowd of newsies that had now gathered a few meters away from you.

“Extra, extra! A true miracle of God has happened this day, folks! Race has a gurlfriend!”

#i'm sorry this took 5000 years #newsies #newsies x reader #soulmate au #racetrack higgins #race higgins #race higgins headcanon #race x reader #jack kelly #davey jacobs #les jacobs #katherine plumber #oscar delancey #morris delancey #crutchie morris #newsie x reader #Emphatically newsies

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theolddarkmachine · 8 years ago

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SUPER LATE GAJEVY WEEK 2017: DAY 7- KIDS

IT'S THE FINAAAAL CHAPTEEEEEER! (To the tune of Final Countdown.) This was a tiring challenge, y'all, but felt like the best way to come out of my writing hiatus. It definitely got me back into a writing headspace, and I'll definitely be excited to continue with some stuff. If y'all have any preferences for the type of fics you would like to me to work on-- like fluff, smut, AU, etc-- lemme know! I will definitely NOT be writing something everyday moving forward lol Cuz that shit wild, but if you happen to have any prompts you'd like to sling my way, I'd love to do like one or two one-shots a week based on those! I'll also most likely be starting a longform fic within the next week or so :) THANK YOU ALL FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO READ WHAT I HAD TO WRITE!

(Also, nothing rated R, but some getting naked does occur near the end)

His name was Geppetto, and honestly, he should have been as easy wizard to defeat. It should have been a one-and-done, in-and-out, little to no fucking about. His magic was a bit like Bickslow’s, except instead of putting souls into dolls, he was able to make the dolls into real people. The problem was, they turned into kids so they didn’t really pose much of a threat. (Haha, Geppetto, Pinocchio, Levy got it.) In fact, on the surface it had seemed easy enough. Gajeel, Levy and Panther Lily had taken him out pretty easily. There had been a slight scare when Lily had been hit with a spell square in the chest, but while it had thrown him back quite a ways, he’d gotten up and managed to continue to fight until they had the guy in cuffs.

Their little family had been triumphant, hit the bar at the guild on the way home before they stumbled into their house, Levy and Gajeel retiring to their room upstairs and Lily heading to his downstairs. The three of them were very unprepared for the surprise that met them in the morning.

****

Levy was having another dream about the small, faceless blue haired children. Though they didn’t have faces, they knew they were supposed to be hers. The first time she’d had the dream, it had really freaked her out. Her and Gajeel had been married now for about a year and a half, and she was aware that the next step was kids. She wanted kids with him, of course she did. In fact, she wanted nothing more than to be able to create a tiny person that they could call their very own. The miracle of life was honestly a fascinating thing. However, the idea of pushing a miniature Gajeel out of her body was the single most terrifying thing she had ever imagined. So it wasn’t like she was in any rush. He didn’t seem to be in any rush either, they were just fine with their little family that consisted of themselves and Panther Lily. That didn’t seem to stop everyone’s incessant questioning.

The questions had started a few months into their marriage, she suspected after folks had deemed their “honeymoon phase” to be over. The first dream followed shortly after, causing her to wake up in a panic, the shirt she stole from Gajeel for her pajamas soaked through with a cold sweat. She’d gotten used to the dreams by now, almost welcomed the little glimpse into her future, whenever they finally decided to work on that. Tonight’s dream featured the family all snuggling together on their bed as rain fell outside. The faceless girl was curled up in the crook of Gajeel’s arm, her head resting on his chest as she traced random designs onto his dark shirt. The faceless boy was tucked under Levy’s chin, tinkering with a little iron dragon. It felt so real as she rest her cheek on top of the boy’s hair, enjoying the imagined warmth on her cheek. She could definitely be okay with this.

“Psst, Gajeel,” the faceless boy said. Huh, that was weird, Levy thought to herself as her dream self looked down at the kid. They normally didn’t talk in her dream, and she’d definitely thought her kids would refer to Gajeel as dad, even if they were just her dream children. “Psst,” another hiss from the faceless boy. She heard small footsteps shuffling across the room before a small finger poked into her cheek. That felt entirely too real to be a dream. Her eyes fluttered open, the image of the faceless children falling away and replaced by another child. This one definitely had a face, and was very much real. He was incredibly close to Levy’s face, so much so all she could see were wide dark eyes, and a deep scar through the kid’s left eyebrow.

****

Gajeel hadn’t ever woken up as quickly in his life as he had when he heard Levy scream. Without fully opening his eyes, he grabbed a hold of her arm pulling her back into him as he leapt out of the bed. He held her to his chest with his right arm, unleashing his scales over his left to protect them from whatever danger had caused her to cry out. Only, it didn’t look there was anything there.

“Levy, what the hell?” He croaked, his voice still heavy with sleep as he let her go. The bluenette just pointed to her side of the bed, and he saw her arm tremble slightly. He squinted in that direction, wondering if maybe there had been a big bug or something that he’d missed. Anything that would warrant that kind of scream so early in the morning. That’s when the small head peaked over the edge of the bed. It continued to rise to reveal a kid that didn’t look like he could be more than 5 or 6 years old. He was a small little thing, with shaggy black hair, wide black eyes and dressed in nothing more than a pair of green pants. A pair of green pants that looked oddly familiar. That’s when Gajeel noticed the scar through his eyebrow.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, not believing his eyes. “Lily?” The kid’s eyes sparkled as his bottom lip started to quiver. He hopped up on the bed and ran across it before leaping into the air and onto Gajeel, throwing his little arms around the dragon slayer’s neck.

“Gajeel,” Lily cried in his neck. “I don’t know what happened but I don’t want to be a kiiiiid.” If it wasn’t for how shocking the whole thing was, it actually would have been a little funny. He wrapped his arms around his friend as he held him up.

“Lily?” Levy said curiously, looking at Gajeel who just shrugged.

“Hey, c’mon bud, it’s okay,” he tried to say reassuringly as he started bouncing the former exceed as one would any other child that was fussy.

“Don’t patronize meeeee,” Lily whined into his neck, pulling on a handful of Gajeel’s hair. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course Lil would be able to still use words like patronize but not be able to control his tear ducts. Levy reached out hesitantly before she started to rub Lily’s back. Gajeel could feel his dragon parent instinct rearing to life as he continued to hold his friend. It didn’t matter that normally he could become a behemoth of a panther with a giant sword, right now he was just a kid and he knew he needed to protect him.

“How about we go make some breakfast, Lil,” he said as soothingly as he could before walking towards the door. He wasn’t quite sure what the hell was happening, but he did know pancakes would be a step in the right direction.

****

Levy still wasn’t exactly sure how to wrap her mind around the fact she was walking hand-in-hand with a tiny human version of Panther Lily. Gajeel had made them pancakes, which seemed to calm the one exceed down quite a bit, though he did occasional sniffle as he sat on his designated seat at their table. They’d kept him preoccupied with some paper and pencils from her work station as they stole away to do the dishes and discuss whatever it was that was going on.

“So I was thinking,” she’d started as she grabbed the freshly washed dish from Gajeel and started to wipe it dry with a towel.

“What else is new,” he’d said, elbowing her lightly in the arm. She added the dry plate to her finished stack as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Not the time for jokes, Redfox,” she’d said as sternly as she could. (Which, wasn’t very.) “I was thinking, do you think this may have been from when he got hit by Geppetto?” “There’s always time for jokes, Redfox,” he’d shot back, winking at her before turning his eyes back to the dish he was working on. The kitchen was filled with the sound of the water running as he scrubbed the syrup off. “It’s definitely a possibility. We should ask Makarov though before we do anything else.”

And that was how Levy ended up here, walking towards the hall with the 5-year-old Lily, who was wearing one of her white shirts that she normally reserved for training since it was the only thing small enough to fit him. Stupid Gajeel, sending her to the guild alone with a kid knowing full well how everyone had been giving her grief. All because he “had to go find something in the attack real quick.” Like she believed that. When this fiasco was over, he was going to pay for throwing her to the wolves like this. They were now standing in front of the entrance, and she was just trying to mentally prepare. With any luck, everyone would be out. She felt Lily tug on her hand for her attention.

“Are you okay, Levy?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. She felt her heart squeeze at the sight of him. He was honestly too adorable for words.

“I’m fine, Lil,” she smiled at him. “Just trying to explain what I’m doing with a tiny human is all.” He muttered, his lower lip poking out as he looked at her with that displeased look only children managed to pull off.

“I’m not a tiny human,” he grumbled causing her to laugh.

“C’mon, Lil. Let’s see if the master might know anything.” They pushed the door open to find Cana and Mira at the bar. A sigh of relief slipped from her lips as she saw that it looked like everyone else had found jobs to do. While the two of them would give her some serious shit, at least it was just the two. The card mage’s eyes were downright predatory as her and Lily walked up to the bar.

“Who’s this little guy, Blue?” She asked, a wicked smile stretching across her lips. Here it came. “He looks like he takes after a certain dragon slayer we know. Have you been hiding a secret love child from us?” Mira stifled a laugh into the towel she was using to wipe the bar down. They were both the biggest offenders when it came to asking Levy about kids, she suspected because they wanted to get their hands on them to ruin them and then give them back.

“It’s a very long story,” she sighed as she saw Lily pouting up at Cana from the corner of her eye. “Is the master around?” Levy turned her attention to Mira, knowing she’d know if Makarov was up in his office.

“Sure is,” Mira replied, eyeing the kid next to Levy. There was something familiar about him. “He’s about to head out to the council actually for the wizard’s trial. The one you, Gajeel and--” Levy saw the moment it all clicked. “Lily?!” She gasped at Levy’s pint-sized companion.

“Lily?” Cana asked confusedly, turning her full attention from her drink to the child. “Holy crap, Lily?!”

“Took you two long enough,” he said, pulling his hand from Levy’s and pointing between the pair of them. “I can’t believe you think I look like Levy and Gajeel!” There was a beat of silence before the three women standing around him started to laugh. It was just so hard to take him serious when he was so adorable.

“That’s not nice,” he said, deflating slightly and hanging his head in shame. Levy couldn’t resist as she patted his hair reassuringly.

“Sorry, Lil. Let’s go catch the master.” He nodded under her hand, reaching up to grab it with his hand again. Levy could hear her friends’ hushed voices as they walked towards the door that led to Makarov’s office.

****

The dark haired boy lay across the seat of the train with his head in Levy’s lap. His wife was staring out the window, lost in deep thought as she was running her fingers through his hair. If the motion of the train didn’t make Gajeel feel like he was dying, he may have admired the scene, loving the way motherhood looked on Levy, even if it was only a quick glimpse as they were taking care of their friend. He knew she eventually wanted to have kids, and he’d wait as long as she wanted him to, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t overly excited at the idea of having their own kid to take care of.

Another wave of nausea hit him as he leant forward in his seat across from his companions and placed his head in his hands. After Levy and Lily had come home from meeting with Makarov, they’d informed him that they would need to head out to the capitol in the morning to meet with the council. Makarov had said he’d set up a meeting for them with Geppetto after his trial for first thing in the morning, and while Gajeel was grateful that he’d do that, he honestly could have gone without starting his day on the god forsaken train.

“You okay, babe?” Levy’s quiet voice cut through his thoughts. He looked up, and tried to smile reassuringly at her.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, his voice full of grit. He nodded to Lily, who had rolled over and nuzzled his face into Levy’s stomach. “It’s Lil I’m worried about.” He watched as she smiled down at his friend in her lap.

“We’ll get him back to normal,” she said as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind Lily’s ear. “We always figure something out.”

It wasn’t too much longer before they finally reached their stop, Gajeel stumbling off the train and taking a large, steadying breath of fresh air. He already felt so much better just being away from that metal death trap. His eyes scanned the crowd as he saw Mest standing there, waving for them. Levy and Lily joined his side, and he reached down to take Lily’s small hand in his own as they headed to the meet up with the council member. Mest smiled at them nodding at each as he greeted them

“Gajeel, Levy, Panther Lily,” his eyes lingered on the last of their group, causing him to frown.

“Don’t you say anything,” Lily said, aware how pathetic he must look with Levy and Gajeel on either side of him holding his hands. The council member just shrugged.

“Wasn’t gonna,” was all he said before he led them towards the exit so they could head to the jail the council used. It wasn’t too long of a walk, surprisingly, and Mest filled what little time it took by filling them in on how the trial had gone the day before. Geppetto had been found guilty of using illegal magic, and would end up spending 10 years in prison before he’d be released but would need to check in with the council once a month for the rest of his life. It sounded like a fair enough punishment after he’d created a toy child army and tried to take over his own town. They were able to walk straight through into the building with their escort. Gajeel couldn’t help but noticed Lily’s small hand squeeze his a little tighter as they continued down into the lower levels of the building, which were certainly a bit more gloomy than the entrance had been. He smiled down at him, and nearly ran right into Mest.

“He’s in here,” he said. Gajeel grunted in acknowledgement before turning to his blue haired girl and Lily.

“How about you guys stay out here, and I’ll go talk to Geppetto, huh?” He suggested, not sure he wanted Lily to be in the same room with the guy again. Lily gave him quite a disgruntled look as he pulled his hand from Levy’s and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Gajeel,” he started, the small pout forming on his mouth. Kneeling before him, Gajeel put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small iron dragon. When they’d gone to talk to Makarov, he’d rummaged through his things in the attic to find it. It had been a gift for him from Metalicana when he was just a boy, and he’d been saving it for his kids but it seemed like it could be useful now. Though he knew Lily was fighting the urger to snatch the toy from his hand, he saw the boy’s eyes light up. Finally, Lily took it from his hand and started to move it around like it was flying in the sky. “I’m still mad though,” Lily said, before he hopped onto a chair outside Geppetto’s cell and continued to play with the small dragon.

“I’ll talk to Geppetto and see if we can get him to turn Lil back. Stay out here with him?” Levy’s eyes were trained on Lily as he was making roaring noises with the dragon.

“Of course,” she said when she turned back to him, a weird look in her eye. Gajeel kissed her forehead before turning to enter the cell with Mest.

****

Lily would be back to normal within about a day or so, which, was a relief. Not that Levy didn’t enjoy how small and adorable their friend was currently, it had just been putting a lot of thoughts and ideas in her head that she wasn’t sure she was ready to face head on. Well, the fact she kept thinking about it probably meant she was, but she wasn’t ready to admit that just yet. By the time they got off the train in Magnolia, the stars had already come out and poor Lily had been tired out from the day of travel and waiting for Gajeel to get information from Geppetto. Apparently there wasn’t really much the wizard could do, because he’d never managed to turn a living thing into a kid before, that’s why he’d always used dolls. Just based on what he knew of his powers though, the spell would wear off anywhere within 24-72 hours. It hadn’t been too helpful, and the realization had caused quite the tantrum from Lily. One that was unlike any tantrum she had ever seen from any actual human child, but she’d marveled as Gajeel had just picked him up off the floor he’d been pounding his fists against and wiped his tears away and carried him out of the prison. The warm feeling it created in her stomach was a strange one, and still hadn’t faded as they were now walking down the street to their home.

Lily was still in Gajeel’s arms, having fallen asleep again on the train. His snores were so little as his mouth hung open and his head stay trained on the dragon slayer’s shoulder. She hung back a bit, watching the sight and knowing that Gajeel was going to make an amazing dad.

“Ya comin, Shrimp?” He yelled over his other shoulder, reaching his free hand out to her. “Or do I need to carry you too?” She couldn’t help but laugh as she ran to catch up, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers. They walked home in a comfortable silence. She loved that they could just be together without filling silence with talk. It was one of her favorite things about Gajeel. Just being around him was enough for her. As they walked, she caught passersby smiling at them before turning to their friends and she knew to them they must look like a happy family. The warm feeling in her stomach grew. Maybe having a kid now wouldn’t be too bad. After they made sure Lily was back to his normal self, of course.

She hadn’t realized how tired she’d been until they walked into their home and the weight of the day slipped from her shoulders. It really had been a long day.

“I’m going to put him in bed,” Gajeel said as he walked towards Lily’s room. She headed up the stairs to their own, and plopped down onto it, not even caring that it wasn’t her side. Her eyes traced the patterns in their ceiling, trying to push away the idea of Gajeel tucking in the faceless blue haired children from her dreams and the yearning feeling it caused. Lost deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her husband enter the room.

“You’re on my side,” he growled playfully as he climbed on top of her, straddling her and leaning down onto his forearms so his face was just inches from hers.

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” She asked, lifting her head to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I’ll show you what I’m gonna do, Shrimp,” he smiled as he leant down and pressed their lips together. After being together for so long, and being married, you’d think at some point his touch would stop setting her blood on fire but that hadn’t been the case. In fact, as his tongue swept the inside of her mouth she couldn’t help but moan into it as she tangled her hands into his hair. She didn’t think there would be any point where she’d stop wanting him as badly as she did. His mouth traveled to her neck, biting and sucking down to her collar bone as her hands found the hem of his shirt and pushed it up so she could run her hands over his abs. The heat in her stomach had spread downwards and the space between them was electric as she started to tug on the fastenings of his pants. He moaned against the dip of her collar bone before he slipped an arm under her back and flipped them so he was laying on the bed and she was on top of him. His crimson eyes were full of hunger and fire as she tugged her dress over her head, leaving her in her strapless bar and underwear. She dropped the fabric onto the bed beside them and pushed up on his shirt until he took the hint and sat up to remove it. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him, biting on his lip and grinding her hips into his. She loved the way she could make him moan if she was being honest. It was such a wonderful sound. As he was fiddling with the clasp of her bra, a loud peel of thunder shook the windows. She felt the clasp give way as the strapless fell down between them. Pressing her breasts into his chest, he lay back without breaking the kissing, his hands now free to tangle in her hair. She could feel his hardness beneath her as her hips ground into his again. Another clap of thunder sounded, this time followed by a squeak and a knock on the door.

“No,” Gajeel growled, as he pulled away from their kiss. It took a moment for Levy to realize what was happening as another small knock rapped on their door. She couldn’t help but laugh. She suddenly understood why people always joked about how kids were the ultimate cockblock. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, she pushed herself off of him, grabbing her discarded clothes and heading for their bathroom. Through the bathroom door, she heard Gajeel growl again before getting up and walking to the door.

“Hey Lil,” she heard him say as she dropped her clothes into the dirty clothes hamper and grabbed her stolen pajama shirt off the hook on the back of the door.

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” Lily’s little voice trembled as thunder rumbled again. The lights flickered in the bathroom and she heard the little guy squeak again. She pulled the pajama shirt over her head before walking up to the sink and grabbing her toothbrush.

“Yeah, Lil, c’mon,” Gajeel replied and from the sound of it, helped their friend crawling into their bed. A small smile crept onto her face before she started to brush her teeth.

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Gajeel had never felt so warm and cozy as he did as he slowly started to drift out of sleep. Levy’s head was on his chest, her hair tickling his nose slightly but filling his sense with her floral scent. He would never get enough of her scent if he was honest. His arms tightened reflexively around her and he felt a smaller body squirm in the space between them. He heard Lily’s soft snores as the cat twisted so his face was pressed into Gajeel’s side. The dragon slayer felt Lily’s cat ears twitch against his side and he could help but smile. While he’d enjoyed playing dad for a couple days, he was happy to have his little family back to normal. Without opening his eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Levy’s head.

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It had been a couple weeks since the whole Lily incident, and one week since her missed period. She didn’t want to say she was freaking out as she stood there with Lucy, who was bouncing a little pink haired girl on her hip, but let’s be honest. She was freaking out.

“So I just, hold this lacrima in my hand, and if it glows purple, I’m pregnant and if it doesn’t, I’m not?” She questioned, staring at the offending bit of stone on the counter between them.

“That’s it!” Lucy said, not even bothering to look up from her daughter, who was currently blowing spit bubbles at her mom. Well, it was now or never. Squeezing her eyes shut, she thrust her hand towards the celestial wizard.

“I can’t do it Luce, just put the thing in my hand okay,” she said through gritted teeth. Her stomach was doing flips, sending a wave of nausea through her. Nausea that she was hoping was from nerves and not morning sickness. She felt the cold, smooth stone fall into her palm. And then, there was silence. Silence must have been good, if Lucy wasn’t making a big deal, that must have meant nothing. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Lucy smiling brightly at her as she pointed down at the stone. There, in her palm, the stone glowed a brilliant purple.

#gajevy week #gajevy #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #gajeel x levy #one shot #panther lily #kiiiiiids yall KIDS #fun fact: originally i was gonna do firsts #then marriage #then grief and kill one of them off #but after the chapter that shall not be named i figured that would be a bad idea XD

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imsarabum · 8 years ago

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Responses to {Part 25} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

(I have also included asks that I received in the hours before IWSY was posted ^^)

@ofwolvesandbutterflies said: Oh mai gawd it's tuesday! you know what that means... IWSY part 25 is coming tonight!

IT’S VAMPDAY! Hehe :3 I’m excited!!

@life-guru said: It's Tuesday!!!!!! I am so ready😙

Yay! I hope you’ll enjoy it love :D

@openup-yourmind said: Hi, i just wanted to let you know that i can't wait for the next chapter! ♡ You're a breat writer and i send big love from Montreal/Canada 😘❤�� *big hug* :)!

Thank you so much honeypot! I really hope you’ll like it :D Yay hugs from Canada! Have some hugs from the U.K too *hugs* hehe ^^

@bangtangurlarmy said: Girl, I live for your writings. ABANSJWJAIWKAKKWNWIMWALMAJW I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I HAVE FINALS ON SATURDAY BUT IT'S MY LAST EXAM SO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. I love you❤❤ And Justin Seagull❤ and Jack, Christian Chim Chim....Yoonki Min as well... Oh wait, I love Monie and Jin and J-dope too😌

I BURST OUT LAUGHING AT J-DOPE LMAO OH YM GOD xD Ahhh your nicknames for them all are so cute, when will I ever~ And hey, you’re one to talk! I’ve been sneaking through your Taehyung scenarios like *wiggles eyebrows* and I love your writing so much! And of course, I love you a lot too ❤ I hope your finals won’t be too stressful for you my dear, you’ll do well I know you will!

@mocking-butts said: I like can't focus properly because I'm waiting for the new update~ I need to know what happens mumsy oh god I'm dying here ㅠㅠ

I hope you’ll enjoy it honeypie! :3

Anonymous said: OMG ONE FUCKING MINUTE

LET’S GOOOOO!

Anonymous said: AHHHHH SHES PREGNANT DJAJVDJSJSBSKSKNXNSNZJ

GASP!

Anonymous said: That was heavy man...

Good heavy I hope~

Anonymous said: ACKKK THAT WAS SO GOOD! CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK!! LOVE YA❤ -Anon+friend⚇

Thank you so much anon and friend! I love you too :3

@mocking-butts said: WAIT WHAT OH MY- IM MAMING THE MOST UNGODLY NOISES IM LIKE I CANT EVEN MUMSY WHYYYYY PLEASE BE NEXT WEEK FATSER~ ksjsndndkdkdkek I forgot how to speak I'm going to go cry now and drown in my tears 😭

Please don’t cry please smile for me :( I hope you enjoyed it though! :c Thank you for reading my love!

Anonymous said: Shit just went down I love when your fanfics get angsty OMG thank u Sara --wifey anon

I’m glad you enjoy the angst wifey anon c: Plenty more where that came from! ^^ Thank you so much for reading it :D

Anonymous said: I was having a poop week, and this made my day. BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER!! AND I'M PREGGERS *screams* PS I forgive you and love you too :) *more screams* -Vampnip anon

I’m sorry you had such a poop week *hugs* I hope your week gets better! AND YES OMG YOUR PREGGERS CONGRATS BABE! lolol c: Thank you for forgiving me Vampnip anon c: And thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: *says in ratchet voice* OMG NO! You did not just do that to me bitch! Like how the fuck am I supposed to be able to live for another week to read the rest of this story! Like, hell to the no... just saying you better come to my funeral Luv u bitch xxx

I DID JUST DO THAT TO YOU~ muhaha ^^ I’ll be there dressed in my best I’M KIDDING NO PLEASE DON’T DIE ID BE REALLY SAD FOR REAL :( I love you too lol and thank you for reading the update :3

@mini-mini-jiminie33 said: In response to the cliffhanger on chapter 25 of I Won't Stop You--yOU ARE THE GOD OF CLIFFHANGERS AND IDK WHETHER TO LOVE YOU OR HATE YOU FOR THAT OMG IM SCREAMING AAH

I WOULD PREFER IT IF YOU LOVED ME BUT IF YOU WANT TO HATE ME THEN THAT’S OKAY TOO I’LL SPEND THE REST OF MY ADULT LIFE TRYING TO EARN BACK YOUR LOVE *cries*

Anonymous said: I SWEAR!! I FLIPPING SWEAR!! DO YOU ENJOY THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE!?

I do rather enjoy the things I do to you ^^ Does that make me evil like Yoongi? Probably c: thank you for reading my love :3

Anonymous said: OMG THE OC Is PREGNANT FUCK YES! Hmm pregnant from all that fucking 😉😏😏I HOPE THE BABY IS OK

*jay parks aquaman plays in the background* ‘lemme call you mama cos we abouta make a baby’ OML YES ALL THE FUCKING~ haha thank you very much for reading the new chapter doll :D

@jynxy24 said: YOU. MAKE. ME. WANNA. SCREAM. AND CRY. OMG. SAAAARRRRAAAAAAAAAAA! HOW COULD YOU?! I TRUSTED YOU TO PROTECT MY HEART BUT MY HEARTEU! MY HEARTEU IS, ARRRHHHH!! Okay, rant is over. How've you been, Sara!! I hope you have been well, is the weather there great? Stay healthy!! >.< CHAPTER WAS AWESOME BTW AAAAHHHHH!! I'M SO FRICKIN CURIOUS OF WHAT YOONGI IS GONNA DO!! I hope Namjoon turns good at the end(I can frickin sense it) :3 I have to go, stay awesome, Sara! Love you!

I promise you that your heart will be okay and that everything will work out in the end!! I’ve been okay, super stressed and busy and hardly any time to do anything other than study and work but I am trying to hard to stay on top of things ^^ The weather is FREEZING but I wrap up warm. How are you doing?! And thank you so much for reading the new update and I love you too honeypie!! :3

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: SARA IM UGLY CRYING I FUCKIN KNEW ITTTTTTTTTTTT OHMYGOSHIMINSHOCK MY HEART IS EXPLODINGNGGGGHHHH

shh...it’s okay...it’s all gonna be okay c: ehehe~

Anonymous said: jimin hates white ppl xoxo

xoxo Gossip Girl xoxo

@doubletroublesince1994 said: This is literally making me die and anticipation omgg I loved every bit of this chapter but man waiting for another week for the next chapter is gonna be hard for me 😂😂😂 Thank you so much for writing this, this is truly a blessing I love youuu ❤

Ahhh thank you so much for reading it and I love you too! I know it sucks waiting for things to come out :( but I’m glad that you still read every week despite the wait!! I appreciate it so much :3 Thank you darling :D

Anonymous said: I... Don't know what to say... So much just happened in part 25, Yoongi has 'me' in custody, 'i'm' pregnant with Jungkook's baby, and Jungkook has it so bad that he decided to protect both 'me' and the baby. Fucking Yoongi. Literally, the song 'Why' by Taeyeon is playing in the background and that is the one word going through my mind right now. How do you write so well and give me the ultimate feels?! I love you, take care of yourself, and yeah. r.i.p. me. - army anon

It really was a chapter filled with so many emotions and feelings and points of view, I’m glad it could give you ultimate feels! Ahhh Why my Taeyeon is a beautiful song, you’ve put me in the mood to listen to it now! I love you too and I hope you will have an amazing week Army anon ^^ thank you so much for reading it!

@theninjachan said: this is gonna sound weird but yoongi is my bias so instead of being pissed of or angry with his villainous chuckles i was rather......turned on???? HAHAHA. anyway this was a great chapter as usual. and y/n is pregnant? oh boy oh boy oh boy i'm excited for tuesday to come

No no not at all! I rather enjoy that passive-aggressive asshole type behaviour and it is high-key sexy as fuck in so many ways lol (THIS IS WHY ALL MY RELATIONSHIPS HAVE FAILED I MAKE THESE BAD DECISIONS) lol thank you so much for reading again this week love ^^

Anonymous said: I'm dying a little bit by every sentence I read, I know this is a fiction (and a VERY GOOD at that), but it still rips me apart reading this chapter especially when Serrena told Jungkook about the unborn child, and I know JK love her and their unborn child with all his life, he will protect them at all cost even if it means his life been taken away :( --Lotsa love Erica from U.S--

Hello Erica!! Thank you so much for reading IWSY it means a lot to me and I’m so happy you think it’s good! And yeah, it’s both a happy and a sad thought. When I was writing the chapter, I was actually listening to Flyleaf’s song ‘Circle’ and the lyrics ‘no man shows greater love than when a man lays down his life for his beloved’ was echoing throughout my mind ^^

@mysr3 said: WHAT!*still shock*What! I thought they were being sAfe! Sara u 've serious explanations to do! I luv how u had JK shift on so many emotions in such short span. the moment of JK n his mom is touching. N u w/ ur evil genius plot Twist! U n this ch r the reason my emotions r over the place rn! Just "Ding-dong” at the end had my imagination run wild of what will happen next. Y Yoongi sounds so hot! Ahh the torture week of waiting for IWSY now begin 😭glare, pouty 😤lol LuV u! ❤️ Thank you!

Don’t glare or be pouty at me!! :c hehe but heY WAIT I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T LOOKING FORWARD TO THE UPDATE HM?? ;) lolol I’m glad I could put your emotions all over the place, this makes me very very happy ^^ But thank you once again for reading this weeks chapter and I love you too despite the amount of apparent pain I’ve caused you :3

Anonymous said: It's 11:35 pm my time and I can't control my emotions. Like fuck man. Y/N is preg-a-nant and like I'm happy af. But why Yoongi gotta fuck everything up. Like couldn't their happiness have lasted a little longer. But it's okay cause y/n a bad bitch you can't kill her. Then JUNGKOOK gonna fight Yoongi and save his girl cause he a real man-vampire. This story so good that I'll wait another week but these dramatic cliffhangers gotta stop mom (Name the baby after me plz) Love you 💜 ~LilKookieAnon

She is definitely a bad bitch, Yoongi don’t know who he’s fucking with! :3 AND NO NEVER THE CLIFFHANGERS ARE HERE TO STAY I’M SORRY JUST EMBRACE THEM AND ACCEPT THEM AS A PART OF YOU OKAY?! hehe~ thank you my love for reading and I hope you’re having a great week LilKookieAnon ^^

@jeonjungrude said: OMGG THE CLIFFHANGER AND THE FACT THAT SHE IS PREGNANT!! OMGGG WHY U DOING THIS TO MY POOR POOR HEART !! 😭😭😩😩 now i have to wait till next week omg may god save me !! 🖤

Because...I enjoy your pain *evil laugh* I guess this makes me similar to Yoongi lol we are sadists with our intentions :3 But I think mine are far less sinister, well...I hope :3 thank you so much for reading my love and I hope you enjoyed it ^^

Anonymous said: Didn't they have unprotected sex after the ball? How come she become pregnant?

Do you know how sex works my love? :3 You can still get pregnant when you use a condom because nothing (except abstinence) is 100% safe!! And also - if you read the parts when they have sex, there are instances when Jungkook is having sex with the reader when he isn’t wearing a condom. For instance, the morning after the first time they have sex. The reader is on top and he hasn’t got a condom on. Yes - he doesn’t “finish” inside her, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t get pregnant ^^

Anonymous said: Me: OH ITS TUESDAY! *reading IWSY* Fic: Ding-dong” the bell chimed. To be continued..." Me: -_________- well shit NOOO WHY?! EVEN JUST ONE MORE DETAILED SENTENCE THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. *depressed* *needs to wait for another week ㅠㅠ* Hehehe...i honestly love ur works! Specially IWSY! It's really unique for my opinion and it's im telling u IT'S WELL WRITTEN. It's soooo gooood. I've never been this excited just for tuesdays, ever in my life😂. It's really of the best and one of my favourites! 💕

Thank you so much for thinking that it’s unique and well written, that makes me so happy ^^ Thank you very much my love!! :3

@coppertopging said: I KNEW IT!!!!!! I KNEW SHE WAS PREGNANT!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! WHY IS TUESDAY 7 DAYS AWAY AGAIN?!?!?!?!?!?!

DUN DUN DUN! c: You guessed correctly! I’m sorry for the long waits :( I wish I could write more than one chapter a week :( thank you my love for reading :D

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD PLEEEASE let this have a happy ending!!! My heart my poor heart😭😭😭

I hope it will have a happy ending for you my love!

@ananyak26 said: Omg author nim! Part 25 was cruelxD. It was amaaazingly written, and I loved it a lot. Great job!

I apologise for it being so cruel :c but thank you so much for reading dear!!

@life-guru said: Ahhhhhh she's pregnant!! I hope everything works out and that namjoon gets saved somehow! Thank you for blessing us with such a great story!!❤️😘

I hope so too c: thank you so much for reading my stories!

Anonymous said: FRICK. That is all I have to say about IWSY chapter 25. Thank you and goodnight. - 종달새 ❤︎

I hope that’s a good thing! c: Thank you very much for reading my love - good night!!

@animeimmortal said: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT LIKE SHES PRGNANT WHAT AND ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER PLEASE LET ME LIVE IM TRYING TO LIVE IN PEACE AND THIS IS OMG the storm is really not helping and Serena? Lord she could have told Y/N about it at least -.- love you 😍❤❤❤

ALL THE FRUSTRATING THINGS GAHHHH! hehe, thank you so much for reading it aand I love you very much too ^^

@noceurash said: Im!!! I'm so hyped over iwsy omg it's happening!!!! I can't wait for the next part, I love you!! This chapter was so good aaah. I hope you have a good day~~

YAY I’M SO GLAD IT GOT YOU HYPED! Thank you so much my love, I hope you have a good day too :D

@toxic-seoul said: I AM FREAKING OUT SARA OH MY GOD dcdjsjicfk I'm so ready for the next chapter I wanna kno what Yoongi is planning. I want Serena 2 come in like a badass mama & save her son & every1 cuz moms r awesome & shit but I also want JK to tear Yoongi apart. But then I also want Yoongi 2 fuq reader up cuz I'm messed up like that lol bUT NO YOONGI NEEDS TO CHECK HIMSELF BIH IM NOT LIKING HIS ATTITUDE. Bitch boi got another thing comin if he thinks he's getting away with that pfft. Amazing as always btw lol

Badass mama here to save the day! I hope she does that c: AND YES WE CANT LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT HOW DARE HE, HE’S SO RUDE D: hehe, thank you so much for reading honeypot, you’re awesome an I hope you have a great day ^^

Anonymous said: Oh my god!! All those asks about the reader getting her period!!! And now!!!!! The latest chapter was great and I'm always amazed by your vocabulary :3 Thank you so much for writing I Won't Stop You!

I KNOW LOL IT’S LIKE ‘JESUS CHRIST JUST WAIT FOR THE STORY OH MY GOD’ lol like...please :( haha thank you so much doll, that really means so much to me :D Thank you for reading IWSY and for messaging me too :D

Anonymous said: IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE!! I DIDN'T EXPECT THAAAAAT FHRJKEDJJDKDJFJJ A CHILD?? OMG YAS!!! I WON'T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THIS WEEK GOD DAMN IT

Please don’t explode no D: YES A CHILD! YES YOU CAN SURVIVE THE WEEK I PROMISE YOU CAN :D hehe~ thank you so much for reading my love ^^

Anonymous said: Wow for once I'm here relatively early and //HOLY SHIT !! The plot is thick and everything is so emotionally charged right now and I'm dying ... but lowkey looking forward to full squad next week (even if 4/7 of them are baddies)

Thank you very much for reading it! I’m glad you’re finding it emotionally charged c: And yep! The gang is all together hehe :D

Anonymous said: i can't wait for nxt tuesday alrd 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Me either! :3 thank you!

@brilliantbellesoares said: IWSY FEEDBACK: I don't know if I'm crying of joy because I'm happy they're having a child or of sadness because of what could happen to that child

That two edged sword tho ;D hehe! thank you so much :D

@wanda-rog said: You're so nice and such a good writter! Still so evil...how dare you give us another cliffhanger? You probably laugh maniacally when you type "to be continued". I just want her to be back with Jungkook! And now she is pregnant and in danger TT another long week before update 😭

My evilness is a charm, I promise ;D Whenever I finish it and read it out to my mum, she screams in distress, so I already have an idea of what will happen :3 thank you for reading my love ^^

Anonymous said: HOOOOOOO BOY SHE FUCKING PREGNANT SJDJDJ oh my god this chapter has my ass up the entire time djdjdjd WHAT THE FUCK im dying to know what yoongis after for y/n what thefcuk

All will be revealed soon! :3 hehe thank you so much for reading ^^

Anonymous said: FUCK ME ON THE ASS WITH A SPOON IM FUCKING DYING I CANT FUCKINT BELIVE JINT HSI FUCKING BITCH OH MY GOD DJSJSJDJS SHES FUCKING PREGNANT DIDNT THEY USE PROTECTION LIKE UNTIL THE LAST SEX PART WHERE JK FUCKED HER RAW IM FUCKING DYING AND SHES GONA DIE INT HECOLD FUCKING YOONGI THAT BITKCH ASS MUTHAFUCKIN I SWEAR TO GOD

LMAO OHMY GOD hahahaha xD Well - if you read the parts when they have sex, there are instances when Jungkook is having sex with the reader when he isn’t wearing a condom. For instance, the morning after the first time they have sex. The reader is on top and he hasn’t got a condom on. Yes - he doesn’t “finish” inside her, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t get pregnant ^^ And also, just because you’re using a condom, doesn’t mean you can’t get pregnant! Thank you for reading love :D

@semisweetsuga said: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -IWSY by Koto

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - by Sara THANK YOU BBY

Anonymous said: The scale for this story isn't 0 to 100 anymore. It's just 100 to 5000 at this point ya know? There's never a point where this story rests at 0

heh, I think that’s a matter of subjectivity my darling. There are points in which I believe this story is calm and tranquil depending on the situation - take the moment in the restaurant for example, or various soft/romantic moments that the reader is subjected to. Of course, it is a Vampire fiction, so the element of thrill would naturally be quite high :D

@xokookiebts said: I swear im choking. If her baby gets hurt, im breaking my phone i stg. I will sue min yoongi. That little shit.

Please don’t break your phone! I hope that everything works out for you in the story c: thank you for reading my love!

#Responses #Asks #imsarabum #I Won't Stop You #IWSY

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w-k-smith · 5 years ago

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Welcome to “Don’t Go to the Netherworld!” a Beetlejuice the Musical the Musical the Musical AU.

It’s showtime!

First chapter under keep reading!

But red alerts were like fire alarms. Not only did they break up the day, but you also got to look at a fire.

Right now everybody, demon and human alike, had scattered

“Yeah, Miss A, better get to ’em before Juno does!” he said, yanking up his sagging pants.

“Care to help?” she snapped before rounding the corner.

He didn’t see Juno around. Not yet, anyway. He was sure he’d hear her, once things went south for the trespasser.

He ducked behind a pillar in the bullpen before the living girl saw him. She licked her lips, looked left and right and left again, obviously no plan in mind…

And she ran into Juno’s office.

Oh. Oh oh oh this was just too good. Today was not going to be boring. Today might be his luckiest day of all.

He strode to Juno’s office door, walked through, and slammed it shut behind him.

“Do you have a death wish?” he asked the kid.

The kid didn’t act freaked out or disgusted. She straightened her shoulders and said: “You have to hide me.”

“I came here for my mom. I can’t leave until I find her.”

“She isn’t here, Siouxsie Sioux. You’re the first living person who’s snuck in for the past decade.”

“I knew there might be trouble.” She set her jaw. “I just didn’t care.”

The kid gave him an extremely skeptical look. “You want me to make a deal with a demon?”

She put her hands on her hips. “I’ll…what?”

Her frown deepened. “I don’t know…”

“Beetlejuice!” came a familiar roar. “Get out here right now!”

“Under the desk!” he told the kid, jumping to his feet.

“Don’t talk to me like –!”

“UNDER THE DESK!” he roared, drawing himself up a few extra feet, and opening his mouth to show multiple rows of teeth.

That did the trick. The kid dove under the desk, and he was glad her dress was black, because it blended in with the shadows and the dark stone of the floor.

“Lawrence Beetlejuice Shoggoth, do you have anything to do with this?” she growled.

Ah. That old chestnut. “No, Ma,” he said, settling onto the floor.

“If I hear that this was your handiwork…”

“…My entrails will decorate the lobby. Yeah, yeah, heard it all before.”

Coming from Juno, that was a sappy “I love you.” She stormed out of the office, and he waited until the rattling of her heels faded out of earshot before he bent down to check on the kid.

“You have to get the hell out of here,” he told the goth girl curled up under his desk.

“That was your mother?” she asked.

“I’m fifteen!” she said, standing up. “And that’s none of your business.”

“It is so my business, if we’re going to get you to the land of the living so you can take me with you. What did you do? Black magic? Séance?”

“I, um…” She gave him a hard look before continuing. “I found a book.”

“A book? Really? Which book?” Most living world books wouldn’t tell you jack about the Netherworld. Concepts like limbo or the bardo came close, but…

“Handbook for the Recently Deceased,” the kid said.

For several seconds, all he could do was stare at her. Her expression became grossly fascinated.

“Your eyeballs are falling out of their sockets,” she said.

He shoved them back in, and shook his head to clear it. “How did you get the Handbook, kid?”

She crossed her arms. “My name is Lydia. And I found it.”

“Found it where?”

He didn’t care. In fact, he was delighted that they were still teaching living teenagers that snitches got stitches.

“Fine,” he said. “I can get you back, but when you do –”

“I have to say your name three times?”

“You have to say my name three times.”

She sat on his desk. “Which name? That Juno lady called you a lot of things.”

And Juno had cursed him so he couldn’t say it. For the same reason people on house arrest couldn’t unlock their ankle bracelets.

“I’ve got a card somewhere,” he muttered. He reached into his jacket, and handed her the little business card.

“ ‘2nd Street Dermatology – You’ve Got Us Under Your Skin’?” she read.

He took his stuff back, and she read the card. “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice?”

He nodded.

“If I say this in the living world, it’ll bring you there?”

“In two shakes.”

“So you’re like a demon.”

“Half demon, half ghost.”

“Have you been here a long time?”

He nodded.

It was a nice thought.

“You can’t get your mom,” he said. “That’s just a no-go.”

He scurried after her. “Lydia, wait! We can make a deal!”

Juno would kill her. That death wouldn’t be clean or fast. And then Juno could spend as long as she wanted punishing the newlydead girl for breaking the rules.

He forced a grin. “OK. I’ll be your guide.”

“You’ll help me find my mom?” she asked. “That’s really possible?”

“It’s really possible.”

It really wasn’t. He could try to argue with her, and eventually, she might listen and just go home. But if he was the one who burst her bubble, she’d be less inclined to do him a favor.

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll help you find your mom. And I know exactly where to head. But first – we have to make you blend in.”

He made the tiny goth sit on a crag so they’d be eye-to-eye, and started rooting around his jacket for supplies. She looked skeptical, and he couldn’t blame her.

“How do I blend in?” Lydia asked.

He tried not to flinch. She didn’t know that she’d just punched below the belt. Especially since he was wearing suspenders.

“I was going to jump off the roof of our new house,” Lydia said, very quietly. “Just yesterday. I wrote a note and everything.”

“Well, then, congratulations,” he said.

“For what?”

“For outdoing yourself. Running into hell wasn’t the dumbest idea you had this week. Have some grave dirt.” He tossed a handful of mud in her face.

She coughed, and tried to brush the dirt away, but just ended up smearing it across her forehead and cheeks. “What the HELL?”

“Very nice.” He considered, then reached out and messed up her hair. “There. Dial it back by 30% and you’re golden.”

Her eyes lit up with a fervor only living teenagers had. “Does that mean we can go?”

“Yes. But you have to follow my lead, capeesh?”

“Capeesh,” she said, and he didn’t believe her.

He snapped his suspenders. “It’s showtime! Let’s go to Saturn!”

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