#psssst its BALLS

[vera-king-hrfl]

It has been pointed out to me that I tend to avoid mention of a certain male body part. So like, I have been known to write m/m smut, and the only thing that goes through my mind when I consider what that looks like is this.

And then I laugh too hard and can't do it.

[latelyanobsession]

She's A Runner - Part Seven

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summary the claws are out. the heels dug in. you couldn't be angrier and the same goes for billy. a pair of powderkegs waiting to blow. who will win?

warnings references to past sexual assault, cursing, trauma response behavior, angst, relationship drama, smut, fluff

word count 6,470

note apologies for the delay in getting this out to you guys. my new semester has started and its taken a while to get school stuff under control. chapters will be out just not as frequently as had been during the summer. Inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner

Part Five / Part Six

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You lazily pulled into the parking lot the next morning, the radio drowning your thoughts as you parked in your usual spot.

You sat there a moment thinking. Petey watching you timidly from the passenger's seat as you backed the car out again, repositioning it before killing the engine.

Getting out and locking the doors you admired your handiwork. The back half of your car angled nearly forty-five degrees into the adjacent slot.

Into Billy's spot.

"Let's go..." you said coldly to Petey as you gave his shoulder a small shove.

As you walked down the hill towards the high school, a loud whining horn of protest echoed through the air. You straightened your back and walked inside.

Serves you right, you asshole.

Your little stunt made Billy late to First Period, panting as he sprinted in the door at the last moment. Taking his seat, his eyes ripped into your form, seething.

Lips pulled in a taught sneer behind your textbook, you ignored him. Scribbling out your notes as Mr. Dawson began the lecture.

About ten minutes into the class a paper ball bounced onto your desk.

You stared at it a long moment before poking it away to the floor with the end of your pencil.

Another paper wad landed a few moments later. Followed by a third one.

You callously brushed them off your desk.

"Psssssst......" a familiar sound hit your ears.

You refused to look over, pressing your pencil harder to the notebook paper.

"Psssst.. Pssssst!" he was becoming incessant.

One final note landed on your desk.

"Pssssssssssst...!" he sounded desperate.

"Mr. Hargrove!" Mr. Dawson came to rest by your desk, picking up all the loose messages. "...Please leave your snake charming for after school..."

Your classmates started laughing, Billy sinking down in his seat, slapping his notebook shut in frustration.

He was going to get your attention today one way or another.

The bell rang and you packed up your bag, dodging out the door at the back of the classroom to avoid him.

You were actually doing a stellar job today avoiding Billy, but you could feel him everywhere.

His eyes were on you. It would only be a matter of time before the game ended and you would no longer have the upper hand.

That was until JJ offered to walk you to your next couple of classes. A locker door loudly slamming in the background.

You smiled subtly. Game won.

The day ended and Billy was nowhere. The camaro off to the far side of the hill by the school entrance.

You felt a little sad. A tad guilty. But your pride and anger quashed those feelings quickly.

Heading out to your car, a familiar figure was leaning against it. You groaned in annoyance.

"I have nothing to say to you..." you warned upon approach.

He huffed, lighting a cigarette as you unlocked your car tossing your bag inside.

"So you gonna be a bitch now?" he bit through pursed lips, holding onto his cigarette, the embers glowing as he inhaled.

You shot him a look but didn't answer, motioning with your hands for him to move.

He remained, taking a leisurely drag. You rolled your eyes.

If he wasn't going to move, he would when you peeled out.

Opening the driver's door, you went to step in as a hand clamped down on your wrist, stopping you. And for the first time today you looked Billy in the eyes.

"Let go..." you growled, flexing your wrist but not fighting him.

His gaze was intense, his expression angry, as he searched your features.

You swallowed nervously, you weren’t used to him looking at you this way.

He said nothing for a long while. It was as if he were fighting with himself for the right words to say.

“You should stay away from him...” he finally spoke, tapping his cig against the wheel well.

You quirked an eyebrow, “from who...? From JJ?”

Billy said nothing, taking a long pull in acknowledgment and slowly exhaling the smoke from his lungs.

Your temper was rising. 

He had some nerve. Telling you what to do. Who to see...

“You gonna hospitalize him too if I don’t?” you answered snidely, trying to pull away.

“Hey!” he barked, grip tightening, startling you. “This is serious shit, ok?” 

Rising off the car he closed the space between you. Reeling you in, practically nose to nose.

Your heart rate was skyrocketing, each beat echoing in your ears.

He was scaring you.

“You stay away from him, you hear me Y/N...” his eyes searing into yours. “You need to... stay. away.”

He released you.

Petey was staring from the other side of the car as you snatched your wrist back, pulling it to your chest and clambering into the car.

You hastily started the ignition, tears threatening to fall.

“You ok?” your brother asked glaring at Billy through the windshield.

“I’m fine...” you lied, thrusting into reverse and rushing out of the parking lot.

Smoking his cigarette down to the filter, Billy stood in the lot. Even after Max had arrived.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. 

Spitting rudely, he walked around to the driver’s side of the camaro, slamming the door after him.

“None of your fuckin business...” he grumbled, revving the engine as he drove off.

The following day, Friday, you didn’t see or hear from Billy. 

You were thankful for his absence as the day came and went.

A part of you thought that you may have to swallow your pride and hunt him down as much as you didn’t want to. But you battled yourself.

Feeling conflicted by having hurt Billy while also feeling righteous in your own about how he had confronted you yesterday in the parking lot.

You hated how all of this felt, locking eyes momentarily with him as he got into the camaro after school, driving away.

Saturday evening crept up on you, Petey being unusually helpful. Fetching your favorite earrings for you as you continued to mess with your hair in the bathroom mirror.

You were actually getting rather good at dolling yourself up from all the times you’d been out with Billy. Fluffing up the volume on the soft waves in your hair, you pinned back a section with the bobby pins held between your lips as the doorbell rang.

“I got it!” Petey shouted, bounding down the stairs. The front door opened and a voice started pleasantly chatting away with Petey down below.

Slipping on your black leather boots, you turned once and checked your reflection. It was as good as it was going to get.

Heading down the stairs your eyes met JJ’s as he rose from the couch, engrossed in a deep conversation with Petey about his open X-Men comics on the coffee table.

“Wow....” he breathed, eyes appraising you.

You smiled coyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look amazing!” he praised. 

Your face flushed as he leaned in and kissed your cheek sweetly.

“You gotta be back by 2...” Petey reminded you, as you pulled your jean jacket on. 

“I know...” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.”

“I knoooow...” he repeated obnoxiously as you took JJ’s hand and headed out the door. 

Helping you into his Ford Ranger, JJ started her up and headed off.

“I couldn’t say it in front of your kid brother, but... you look really hot...” he stated, pulling down the main road towards Tina’s.

“Oh?” you said shyly.

He chuckled. “Yeh. Didn’t know you wore things like that...” he snuck a glance at you as he turned the corner.

“Well I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me...” you challenged.

A sly grin creased his lips. “That so huh?”

Pulling into the neighborhood, there were already cars lined down the street. JJ pulled up to some bare curb a block away. 

“Looks killer...” he commented, turning off the engine and opening his door.

The distant thumping of bass could already be heard as he came around and helped you out, wrapping his hands around your waist, he hoisted you down.

Tina’s house was large, and the front door was open as the two of you walked in. You first, JJ following behind, his hand on the small of your back.

He’d clearly been here before as he guided you through the front of the house to the larger living room located down a small flight of stairs near the back of the home.

There were so many people. People you’d never seen before. They had to be from different schools. But JJ seemed to know them all. High-fiving and shouting greetings over the music to anyone who came his way.

He was the polar opposite of Billy. A social butterfly. Widely liked and respected. Boisterous and outgoing. Friendly and warm.

“I’ll get us something to drink...” he said loudly in your ear. You shook your head ‘no’, but he didn’t seem to see it. Walking off.

“What the hell’re you doing here?” a voice harshly rasped in your ear.

You turned your head to meet a familiar pair of aquamarine eyes.

“Enjoying myself...” you answered petulantly, crossing your arms.

Billy licked his lips, an annoyed smile crossing his face.

“Funny... you told me you hated parties.”

“Well I thought I’d try again...” you lied, averting your gaze.

Billy shook his head in disbelief, taking a drink from the cup in his hand.

The whole week he’d been fuming. Irritated by you, the words you had spoken. 

The act you had pulled in the parking lot with JJ to try and make him jealous. Which you had.

And here you were at a party. A party you’d never wanted to go with him to ... Trussed up in a little black dress, with your damned eyes batting at anyone but him. 

It was enough to drive him through the roof. 

This was just more gas on the fire.

JJ returned with two cups in his hands, giving you one, which you reluctantly took. Billy looked at you accusingly.

Gas on the bonfire more like.

“Hargrove...” JJ acknowledged, toasting his cup before drinking.

“Johnson.” Billy replied with spite.

You looked at the contents in the drink nervously. You’d heard stories around school about the drinking that went on at Tina’s parties.

You’d never had a drop of anything touch your lips before.

What if it wasn’t just alcohol? Your mother warned you plenty of times about that.

“Something wrong?” JJ inquired, arm wrapping around your waist.

You stiffened slightly under his touch, his eyes watching you. His thumb tracing small circles in your side. You clenched your jaw to ground yourself.

“N-No... ‘course not.” you lied, “Just want to pace myself.” you smiled weakly.

“You gonna gawk at my date all night Hargrove...or we gonna have a problem?” JJ warned not so kindly.

Billy’s grip tightened around his cup, noticing your discomfort as JJ pulled you into his side.

“No... No problem...” he glared at JJ, looking at you one final time before walking away.

He had warned you. Told you to stay away. But you had made your choice.

And as much as it absolutely killed Billy to see you here. To see you standing with JJ.

He had to let you learn. After all... you said it yourself. You didn’t need him.

“Glad you shook him...” JJ mused, taking another drink. “You’re better off without him. You’ll see.”

You hummed a small reply. 

“You should really try this...” JJ encouraged you with a smile, tapping his cup against yours. “It’ll loosen you up a bit.”

You nodded feebly, lifting the cup to your lips and taking a small sip. The sweetly tart, punchy red liquid overwhelming your palate. 

You wrinkled your nose at the mix of tastes left on your tongue. Orange. Coconut. Pineapple. Lemon. And a few lower notes you couldn’t identify.

“C’mon, lets dance.” JJ pulled you by the waist and into the throng of people.

The music swallowed you as JJ spun you and dragged you in close, tilting the cup to your lips again.

You obligingly took a long drink. Drinking deeper than you intended. He didn’t let the cup down for a time, making you cough when he finally did. A satisfied smile on his face.

“How do you feel?” he yelled in your ear over the roar of the music.

“I’m supposed to feel something?” you asked naively.

He nodded, hands running over your hips as he pulled you flush against him.

You were starting to feel hot. The room was getting stuffy. Bodies were everywhere.

Spinning you again he pressed your back against him, his nose buried against the nape of your neck, smelling your hair. A finger tracing up the hem of your dress.

A chill ran through you, as his lips pressed against bare skin. Your head was swimming as he sent you for another turn.

“I... I need air.” you sputtered.

You sloppily pushed away from him, portions of your drink spilling over the rim of the cup as you headed for the nearest open doorway.

Walking out into the back yard you tossed your drink into a nearby planter, closing your eyes and breathing in the cool night air.

JJ appeared beside you slipping his arm around your shoulder. “Everything ok?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed his arm off. “No it’s not...”

“I don’t like you touching me...”

JJ looked confused. “What?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the garden wall to steady yourself. Your head feeling increasingly fuzzy.

“Why do you have to touch me so much?” you asked.

JJ smiled charmingly, “because I like you...” he closed the space between you, a hand grabbing your waist, the other around the back of your neck.

“You’re doing it again...” you complained.

“Doing what...?” he mumbled leaning in.

“It’s too much.” you stated.

He was pulling you close. Dipping his head. He was trying to kiss you.

You shoved him away.

“What the hell Y/N!?” JJ growled in irritation. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I said it’s too much!” you looked up at him, “you’re not listening!”

JJ looked off to the side, biting his cheek in annoyance before looking back.

“God what they say about you is true...” he brooded.

You raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

JJ scoffed, “That you’re a prude. Damn frigid. No wonder you’re still a virgin.”

If only he really knew...what an ironic twist that’d be.

“No one’s gonna put up with you!” he spat, “It’s a wonder Hargrove kept you as long as he did!”

You slapped him.

You were roiling. Eyes sparkling with hate.

“That’s what I am huh? Ice Queen? Good to know. Fuck you JJ!” you shouted, stalking off.

Pushing back through the party you made your way out the front door and down the driveway. You weren’t exactly sure how far from home you were but you didn’t care. You were going home.

Watching the entire scene unfold Billy tailed you out the door waiting to see what you’d do.

You huffed, looking left then right before tearing off down the sidewalk heading eastward hoping you’d eventually hit a cross street that you’d recognize.

Billy exhaled, shaking his head and ditching his cup.

You hadn’t been walking for long when the steady thrum of guitars pulled up beside you.

“Get in...” Billy stated simply, turning back the volume as the riff reached a pitch.

“I’m walking.” you replied with a visible shiver as you kept on, rounding the left corner to Castle Hill Way.

“Don’t be an idiot...” he called ducking his head to stare at you through the open window.

“Get in the damn car.”

You laughed sardonically. “I don’t think so...” you shoved your hands in your pockets. 

You continued for another three blocks, the camaro ambling along beside you.

“I don’t need -” 

“Yah I know”, Billy cut you short, tapping his fingers along to the newest tune as the tape turned over.

You finally hit Sycamore Street. It was just two over to Birch. Praise above.

He was still following you, as you turned down your street, your house in sight.

“I’ve walked home plenty of times alone y’know.” you said grudgingly.

“That so...” he contemplated, pulling into your driveway.

You were indignant. You couldn’t believe he followed you all the way home!

Killing the engine, he popped the lock getting out.

You ran for it. Up the front steps and inside. Locking the door.

Safe.

He knocked. 

“Open the door Y/N.”

You childishly turned off the porch light, hoping he’d take the hint.

He banged on the door louder. “You can open up or I can just shout...” he warned. 

“Let the neighbors in on everything. How bout it?”

Flicking back on the light, the blinds in the front window parted as you squinted out at him.

He wouldn’t dare. It was way late.

He took a step back inhaling deeply, jaw slackening.

You scrambled with the deadbolt.

“Are you crazy?!” you hissed opening the door just enough to poke your face out.

He smirked. A light huff of a laugh.

“This isn’t funny.” you reprimanded him.

“Isn’t it?” he reflected. “Let me in. We gotta talk.”

“No we don’t” you responded stubbornly, going to slam the door.

He shoved a booted foot in the door jam.

You pursed your lips, face twisting in frustration as you reluctantly let him inside.

Standing in the living room, you eyed each other.

“Well...” he said.

“Well what?” you answered dumbly.

“You owe me an apology.” he replied boldly.

You scoffed, “an apology? For what?!”

It had completely escaped you that you had done something offensive to Billy. That you were the instigator.

“You were the one letting Vicki Carmichael put her lips all over you” you charged.

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about Vicki...”

“She’s just a friend.”

“That’s a hell of a friend. I’ve nev-!” you started.

Billy interrupted you, grabbing you around the middle and lifting you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you spluttered, wiggling uneasily against him.

He swatted your ass. “Quiet...”

He headed for the stairs.

Arriving in your room, he unceremoniously dropped you onto your bed, going to shut the door.

“Y’know...” he chittered, leaning on the door, “I told you to stay away from him.”

You looked at him angrily, sitting up on the bed.

“I’m not apologizing for that...”

Billy smirked, sitting down beside you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Worked out for you though didn’t it?” he reasoned, delving in and pressing his lips upon yours.

That smartass comment burned. Billy may have been right all along but that didn’t mean you were going to just give in.

You bit him.

A sharp grunt of pain leaving his throat as he recoiled. The taste of copper hitting your tongue.

Your eyes widened as he swiped the blood from his lip with his thumb. 

You reached a hand out, regret swelling in your chest. “Billy, I’m so-!”

He clutched your wrist, regarding you with hard eyes.

Without warning, he jerked you backwards, taking up your other arm and pinning you by your wrists to the mattress.

“You’re being a fuckin’ brat...” he growled.

It took you a long moment, your chest heaving in astonishment from the jostling movement alone, but you adjusted quickly, scowling up at him.

“And you’re being a royal dick!” you snapped back.

He laughed, a deep throaty tittering sound.

You blinked at him stupidly, “Why is that funny?”

He smirked, “at least we both know what we are.”

You pouted, “yeah well that solves nothing.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, leaning forward and pressing his weight against you.

“You already know how to solve this.” he reminded you airily.

You struggled against his grip, arching your back and trying to throw your hips to get away.

He straddled you, stilling your feeble attempts.

“Y/N....” he drawled out your name in a low tone, face coming closer, “say it.”

“Fuck you Billy!” you grumbled. 

The edges of his lips pert, he grinned wolfishly. “Don’t tease me.”

“Maybe I’m not teasing...” you said sheepishly, face growing hot.

He eyed you curiously, “Oh?”

“I thought you were mad at me...” he stated smugly.

“Couldn’t be more pissed if I tried.” you replied, exhaling sharply and kicking your legs beneath him to no avail.

“What do you wanna do about it?” he questioned mockingly.

“F-fuck me.” you blurted out, face burning.

“What?” his bravado momentarily faltered.

Your eyes widened in panic, second guessing such an impulsive statement.

You tried to hide your face in the crook of your arm.

“Nevermind...” you mumbled.

“Y/N...” he purred against your ear, pressing his weight into you, drawing the length of his body out flush to yours. The unclasped buttons on his shirt catching in the fabric of your dress.

You shyly peeked one eye out at him.

“Do you mean it?” he asked earnestly, hands loosening on your wrists to a simple hold.

You nodded stiffly, regarding him like a rabbit snared in a trap.

Cupping your hands in his, he squeezed them reassuringly.

“You gotta say it stupid...” 

You looked up at him, eyes swimming with anxiety.

“Yes I mean it.” you breathed.

He grinned broadly dipping down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You kissed him back with a fervor, heat coursing through your veins and lighting up your every nerve ending, ready to respond to Billy’s touch from head to toe.

His kisses were heated. Hungry. Pressured, but passionate. You felt like you were falling into him, losing yourself. Each kiss pulling more air from your lungs and sending you higher, making your head spin.

Quickly discarding his jacket and shoes to their usual spot by your door. He returned to you, gently pulling the boots off your feet.

You watched him, propped up on your elbows with a nervous, doll-eyed expression on your face. He climbed up to meet you again, greeting you with deep meaningful kisses.  

Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you to your knees on the mattress, free hand shoving at your jean jacket. You quickly got the hint, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor, shivering as his hand found your bare shoulder.

Drawing light circles with his thumb, he traced his way up, entangling his hand in your hair, pulling back and exposing your neck as he drew you against his chest.

You snaked your chilly fingers under his barely buttoned shirt. Fingertips meeting warm skin. Hissing at your icy touch. 

“You’re hands are freezing...” he complained, open-mouthed kisses traveling below your chin. Padding a familiar path. Earning light huffs and wanton mewls from your lips, as he trod on towards the underside of your jawbone.

“Nghhhh....!” a prolonged blink, hands grasping at the heating skin under your palms to clear your thoughts, “w-well, then I better warm ‘em up hm?”

He nodded lightly, a small nip pulling at the skin on the hinge of your jaw. Sending a visible chill down your spine, making you gasp out his name and throw your head back.

You tugged at his sleeve, your other hand untucking his shirttail as he grabbed the collar and pulled it over his head.

You paused, your eyes washing over a collection of yellowing bruises on his left side, running up his hip to just below his ribs.

Touching them with tender fingers, you looked at him questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Billy muttered, a misplaced kiss reaching the corner of your mouth as he redirected your hand south to his belt.

You chased his lips, snaring him in an ardent kiss, as you hooked your fingers around the leather strap, clumsily uncinching the buckle. Your fingers pausing at the button on his jeans.

“What’s wrong?” Billy clocked your hesitancy.

You regarded him with nervous eyes. “I’m allowed to do this right...?”

Your cheeks were prickling with heat.

He laughed, placing his hand on top of yours, maneuvering your fingers under his direction to undo the button and zipper.

“Yes dummy...” he answered, kissing you sweetly, “or we’re not gonna get anywhere this lifetime.”

You shoved him playfully, which he gratuitously used to topple himself and pull you with him, dragging you on top.

Settling your weight against him, he groaned, the thick indentation of his arousal pressing against your crotch.

Timidly adjusting yourself in his lap, he threw his head back, a hand gruffly cupping your ass and reeling you up towards him.

“Now it’s your turn...” he said regarding you through half lidded eyes, as his hand drew back and gave your ass a slap.

You yelped, instinctively rocking your hips away from the sting, causing his eyes to roll back, lip catching between his teeth.

“Bet you don’t have a clue....” he breathed heavily, fingers dipping along the hem of your dress and hiking it up your thighs, “what you’re doin’ to me.”

“I’m sorry?” you offered, unassuredly.

Rucking your dress up over the curve of your ass, he let you grab the material on your own, pulling it the remainder of the way from your form as he watched in appreciation.

“Oh you naughty girl....” he chastised, tongue clicking, eyes devouring the black matching satin set you had hidden underneath up to this point.

You shyly drew your arms up around yourself, uncertain of his tone.

“You wore this for him huh...?” he thought aloud in amusement.

“Well he’s not the one seeing it...” you pouted.

“You’re right, he’s not...” Billy smirked, stroking your arm and gently pulling it back into your lap.

“Let me see you.” he said in a serious tone, “don’t hide from me.”

You slowly lowered your other arm.

“You look fuckin’ sexy.” he decided matter-of-factly.

You cracked a small smile, “Thank you.”

“S’nothin.”

“Liar...” you emboldened slightly, stretching out across his chest like a prowling wildcat. A subtle impish grin on your lips.

You were trying to match his energy. Spur yourself on and be a partner that he’d enjoy, although your heart was thundering in your chest.

He cocked an eyebrow. Amused curiosity infecting his expression.

You locked his lips in a heated kiss, his hands searching newly exposed skin. Charting unexplored territory, committing it to memory for later. And you doing much the same.

His hands worked their way across your back, undoing the clasp of your bra. The straps tumbling down your shoulders as the cups fell onto his chest. He threw it to the floor without a care, a hand clasping your face and pulling you deeper with hot and hurried kisses.

Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your hands in the denim on his hips and began pulling. Him kicking the item from each of his legs and across the room.

Grabbing you by the waist he flipped you seamlessly to your back. A hand ghosting across your stomach, stopping short of one of your breasts.

He eyed you seriously. “Stop me if you want...” he reminded you, his lips were moving southward.

You tossed your head back against the pillows, light sighs falling from your lips.

“I don’t want to...” you huffed, rolling your hips up and pressing against him.

He growled, cupping your breasts roughly, kneading them between his palms. Fingers gruffly pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples to attention.

You gasped loudly, as his tongue latched onto a pebbled bud, his eyes watching you.

Your reaction was satisfying. Your lower lip quivering, sucking air into your lungs as he switched his attentions to your other breast.

He grew bolder trailing kisses down your body, and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties.

You regarded him with heavy lust-blown eyes, as he unclothed you. Laying you entirely bare beneath him.

Unconsciously licking his lips, his eyes washed over you as he momentarily rested on his haunches. 

You were perfect. Better than he had ever imagined. And he was only just at the tip of the iceberg. 

He had to admit to himself he was a bit nervous, and he was never nervous about these things. 

He didn’t want to ruin this for you. He knew so much had already been fucked over for you and he wanted to make things better not worse.

But God he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t want to just take you apart on the spot. Right here and now.

The way your wide doe eyes looked up at him like he was the only thing that existed in the universe. How your chest rose and fell in short anticipatory tremors. 

How your legs pressed together the moment his eyes focused on that region, responding as if already under his touch.

He had you strung tighter than a bowstring and he’d yet to notch the arrow, let alone set his target. 

He felt like he was dying. Straining so hard in his briefs that he couldn’t stand it, pulling them off, relieving some of the tension but not by much.

Watching him hawkishly, your face reddened as you caught your first glimpse of Billy’s cock in it’s fully glory.

You had known he was decently sized. The few times you two messed around in his car leading to hustled hand jobs and mutual masturbation. But seeing every bit of him in the light made him seem immensely big.

He caught the look on your face.

“Like what you see?” he teased, a sharp grin playing on his lips as he picked up his jeans, digging around in the pockets.

“Y-yeah...” you said quietly, eyes prudishly dodging to another part of your room.

The bed dipped as he returned, a small wrapper in hand. He placed it on the edge of your nightstand.

“We’ll need it in a bit...” Billy drawled, with a small smirk “but first...”

Positioning himself between your legs, Billy laid out on his stomach, wrapping an arm around your thigh and pulling you in close.

You eyed him curiously, raised up on your elbows. Watching as he ducked his head to your sex, tongue out, eye contact unbroken as it hit you.

Your hips jerked, at the contact. A lewd whine tumbling from your mouth as you collapsed into the pillows, eye line immediately broken. The sensation running up the length of your spine. The muscles in your right leg spasming and kicking as Billy wrapped both arms around you, pinning you in place.

“You like that?” he purred, languidly swiping his tongue up and down the length of your opening. Your hips rocked involuntarily, chasing after his every move.

“Tell me...” he commanded, thickly lapping at the swelling bud of nerves. You inhaled deeply, trying to gain a fraction of yourself to speak.

“Y-y-yeh...!” you whimpered pathetically as his tongue made another harsh pass over your clit.

He chuckled, picking up his pace, making you cry out, as he stealthily slipped a finger inside of you. “Shit you’re soaked...”

Curling his finger he watched you from below. Predatory eyes monitoring every breath, each whip of your hair. Looking for signs.

Your hips were stuttering, breath faltering as he added a second finger. Reaching deep and scissoring you open. Prepping you.

“Billy...” you whined loudly, body trembling. You could feel that edge nearing, heat curling in the pit of your stomach. Nerves firing and tingling, as he held tight, pumping his fingers into you. His tongue suckling heavily.

He added a third finger, groaning at the feeling of tight muscle obstructing his reach. You mewled obscenely, at the stretch. His digits alternating between two and three as he exchanged between deep and shallow thrusts, unable to fully fit the third.

It proved too much, as the dam snapped, your walls tightening around his fingers. As you felt your orgasm wash over you, “Sh-shit!” you cursed, a high keen leaving your throat.

Your hips jerking of their own accord, clit pulsing, you blinked drowsily trying to catch your breath as Billy crawled up alongside you.

“Good?” he hummed, pecking your lips. You nodded dumbly, watching him in wonder.

“Open...” he instructed, offering you his fingers. You didn’t hesitate, wanting to please him, to indulge him, to learn.

Wrapping your kiss bitten lips around his fingers you drew them into your mouth, lapping up your own taste. He groaned, pulling his fingers free and wrapping them around your neck as he hungrily slotted his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss.

Blindly slapping his freehand to the side, he felt across your nightstand, grasping for the wrapper.

Breaking from you he leaned back, eyeing you. “Ya ready?”

“Yes”, you huffed out.

He tore it open with his teeth, placing the condom at the crown of his penis and carefully rolling it out.

Discarding the wrapper, he lined himself up dragging his cock through your soaked folds.

Pressing the head at your entrance he tested, pushing a few inches forward, holding still. Withdrawing. Again.

You noted the look of trepidation on his face, chewing his bottom lip in concentration.

“You’re not gonna break me...” you reassured him, placing a hand over top of his. 

He looked like he didn’t believe you.

“Billy... don’t hold back.” You requested, slinging your legs over his thighs.

He processed for a beat, “You sure?” 

“Positive”, you replied, giving your hips a thrust, coaxing him inside of you.

He inhaled sharply at the sensation. “You better mean it...” he growled, fingers gripping your ass as he pushed in.

You threw your head back, your loud moans mixing with his as he pushed every inch of himself possible into you, bottoming out. The stretch stinging and attention grabbing, making your eyebrows knit together.

“Shit you’re fuckin tight!” Billy bit out rocking back, starting a moderate pace.

"Billy!” you simpered, hands clutching the sheets as his hips collided with yours.

You were getting exactly what you asked for and then some. He was not handling you gently. But that’s exactly how you wanted it. 

Thrusting into you with bruising accuracy you met Billy at every impact, spurring him on.

Fisting a hand in his curls you pulled him down to you in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Dragging on his lower lip as he broke from you, a dark look in his eyes.

Drawing his hips back, he leaned in, grabbing your wrists and locking them above you. He had pulled out almost entirely.

“Like being fucked rough huh?” he breathed in your ear, slamming back inside you.

You wailed, back arching up and brushing against his chest. “Yes!” you choked out. 

He kissed you sloppily. Feverishly. His pace increasing, hips pistoning in and out as he lifted you into his lap.

Changing the position, gave you a bit more control but not by much as Billy’s hands kept you moving in consistent repetitions up and down on his dick. 

Your eyes sliding back in your head, as his cock stroked deep, targeting one spot inside you. Making your legs quiver, and you jaw hitch.

Stabilizing yourself in his arms, you looked up at him through hazy eyes. Words becoming harder by the second.

He seemed to understand regardless, angling his hips and thrusting deeper. Hitting upon that sensitive spot. 

Securing an arm around your waist, he held you fast as nimble fingers traced their way down to your throbbing clit.

Gripping his shoulders you rode harder. Shameless sounds tumbling from your lips mingling with gutteral moans and low rumblings from his throat.

“Billy...I’m...” you panted, nuzzling your head on his shoulder. You were trembling, heat rippling across ever fibre of your being, as the sensation enveloped you.

Your hips rutting against him obscenely as you moaned his name, nails clawing at his back.

He growled, thrusting up into you, not quite there. “Fuck baby I’m close...” he grunted, snapping his hips, making you whimper.

Sensitive, thrumming with the pulse of each contracting muscle, you weakly thrust back to meet him. Whining as he bumped against your cervix.

Tilting up your head, your lips wandered over unmarked skin. Teeth scraping and nipping at the crook of his shoulder. Up the line of his adam’s apple.

Shivers wracking his form. “Fuck! Yes...” he groaned. Focusing your attentions on finding his pulse point, you had subconsciously joined a new rhythm with him. Bouncing and grinding on his cock becoming nearly second nature.

He let out a moan, low and broken, as your tongue ran across the soft flesh just offside of his jawbone. You had found it, redoubling your attentions on this area. As he shuddered grinding up into you, “Shit baby...” 

His thrusts were growing harsher, less consistent as he gripped you tighter. “Fuck..fuuuuckk!” He groaned grinding up into you desperately.

His fingers were pressing against your clit again. Already spent. You whined, high-pitched and breathlessly at the harsh rolling pressure of his touch as he pulled you over the edge with him.

Collapsing into the mattress you both stared at each other. Speechless. 

After a few minutes gathering your strength and faculties, you pulled yourself off of Billy. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, back to him. 

He rose from the bed, ditching the condom in the trash can, pulling kleenex from your nearby tissue box when a knock came at the door.

You both froze, eyeing one another.

The door cracked open, a hand poking through. Nothing was said, as the hand motioned to be given something.

You exhaled a sigh of relief, “You got a fiver?” you asked Billy, rising from the bed.

Billy picked up his pants and looked through his wallet, “Yeah, why?”

You held out your hand to receive it from him, walking over to your door and placing the bill in the waiting hand. The hand quickly disappeared and the door closed.

“You paid that brat off?” Billy asked incredulously.

“And how much has he gotten out of you so far?” you asked, arms crossed.

Billy snapped his mouth shut. He wasn’t about to admit how much money he’d been bilked out of by your little brother for his cooperation.

Absentmindedly pulling his smokes from his jacket he placed one in his lips. You plucked it away, annoyance running through his expression until he remembered.

You sat down in the window box, patting the cushion next to you as you opened the window, offering him back his Marlboro.

Sitting down beside you, he took it and lit up.

“I’m sorry...” you stated simply.

“Me too...” he muttered taking a deep drag.

You sat there in mutual silence until the chill of the early March air cooled your skin, and forced you back into your clothes.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Shock

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Arthur Conan Doyle

Prompt: Arthur is having one of his moments of anxiety again and you know just the way to cheer him up! Angst with a slight crack. 

Warning: Spicy? Yeah, I guess it does make hints towards the do, but nothing more than that. It is me after all. 

Word count: 1000+ (whut I actually include a word count now? Yeah, I suppose.)

126 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 18:00:43 GMT

#4

Neeeeeemo i just realized u are multi fandom!😱😱😱🥺❤ Like eeeeeeeeep❤❤❤😳😳 hehehe and like psssst i watch anime 2 😅😅😂😂😂🤣 its been a while but lolol🤣🤣❤ hehehe dearest nemo could i pretty please with rainbows ontop request a mornings with kyo sohma from fruit basket 🥺🥺🥺hehehe i had the biggest crush on him! Gaaaah he is such a cutie❤❤😳😳😳

Hehehe love ya lots darling nemo! Hope u are getting plenty of rest! Eating 3 meals a day and and not over working yourself ❤❤❤🥺 sending all the love! //slides over some ice cream❤🌻

You only realised now that I’m multi-fandom???? 😱😱😱 Have I been giving everything else that little attention? 😱😱😱 MUST FIX. 

Kyo is such a cutie, cat lovers unite!!! 

I--- I eat... ? //starts sweating I HAVE A VERY SEDENTARY LIFESTYLE I DON’T NEED THREE FULL MEALS. //sweats harder 

I will accept the ice cream tho! 

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Kyo Sohma

Prompt: Mornings with a certain cat

129 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 19:00:43 GMT

#3

The Ring

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Tobirama Senju 

Prompt: Been a hot minute since I wrote for this fandom and I suddenly felt like it. Deal with it. 

Warnings: Misunderstandings and allusions to marriage. 

Word count: -1K

Masterlist

133 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 14:01:05 GMT

#2

Kindred

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Leonardo Da Vinci

Prompt: I suddenly realise how many list Leonardo as his favourite and what that means for birthday surprises. LOL 

I also wanted to make this man pine. Hard. You will have to suffer for me, Leo.

Warnings: Dude is pining hard. I guess we can call it blue balls.

Word count: -1k 

Masterlist

142 notes • Posted 2021-06-08 14:02:52 GMT

#1

My darling nemo! It is i!☺☺❤❤😏🥺last request before bed😳🥺❤ hehehe so could i pretty please with alllllllllll the ice cream intop request a lil fic with Hatori Sohma from Fruit basket hehehe not ganna lie even tho kyo has my heart, this man! Whoooooo he is a cutie and deserves all the hugs❤❤🥺🥺🥺😳😳

Hehehe here is the fun lil prompt suggestion 😳🥺❤

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Yes. Is it working?”

Hehehe love ya lots neeeeeemo! Thank you for always indulging me and letting me fill up your ask box with plenty of spam❤❤🥺🥺😳 hehehehe

Oooh, Zeta-dearest likes the doctor, huh? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That line sounds like it could describe us perfectly. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Hatori Sohma

Prompt: A: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” B: “Yes, is it working?”

211 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 19:01:50 GMT

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Task #21: What’s in a (Nick)Name?

Rating: G. Relationships: Johnny & Joan. Recurring Characters: Johnny, Joan. Warning or Notes: GIFs by @andremichaux.

It was Diana Joan Ward, a fiery brunette in pigtails and an ET t-shirt, who gave Jonathan Michaels his nickname – the one he would go by for the rest of his life. He was sitting in the front row of fourth grade math. Their teacher, Mrs. O'Connell, had been done teaching for five minutes, already seated back at her desk. Jonathan was engrossed in the assignment the kids had been given to complete, which was not unusual. Though his classmates liked him and he had plenty of friends at school, he tended to have his nose in his textbooks or work instead of talking during classes. He was not only a rule-follower in general (unless the rule was bogus and could be argued), but he also just liked to learn. So there he was, minding his own business, when a wad of crumpled paper sailed through the air and hit him square in the back of the head. Not wanting to get in trouble, he didn't turn around. It was probably an accident anyway, he thought, since he wasn't typically involved in the shenanigans of 9-year-olds. The other kids were likely goofing off and starting to get out of hand – not that Mrs. O'Connell would notice, considering she was so old she could have had dinosaurs for pets. Her hearing was no longer at its best. "Psssst," the noise came from behind him. "Psst, hey, Johnny Michaels," the girl continued, and then another paper ball hit him in the back. Miffed, Jonathan swiveled in his chair, his blue eyes landing on Joan two seats back. She was leaned halfway out of her seat in order to look at him. "My name's not Johnny," he whispered. Her eyebrows immediately furrowed. "Yes it is," she whisper-yelled back, confused. "No, it's not," he told her. "What do you want?" Joan's expression was still comically perplexed. "I want you to move your big head," she said. "I'm trying to see the board." Without a response, Jonathan turned back around and ducked down out of her way while he finished his worksheet. It only took him a few more minutes anyway. When he rose from his seat and turned in his paper, Mrs. O'Connell gave him a warm smile in return. "Thank you, Jonathan. You may go to recess now." It was twenty minutes later before Joan came running out of the building onto the playground. Even though she and Jonathan hadn't really talked much before today – if at all – she came barreling right up to him, interrupting a serious game of pretend baseball he'd been playing with three other boys. "Hey Johnny!" she called as she ran. "Hey Joanie," he shot back quickly, which made her come to a screeching halt in the grass. Her eyes narrowed. "I was going to tell you sorry for saying your head was big," she said. "I thought there was more on the board I couldn't see because what I could see did not make any sense, but there wasn't. It really just didn't make any sense. So, sorry." "It's okay," Jonathan replied. As it turned out, Joan actually seemed pretty nice. "Do you want some help with math?" She looked a little surprised – maybe even a bit relieved. A smile came to her face, her front right tooth missing in it. "Okay. Thanks Jonathan!" she said before spinning around to run off again. "You can call me Johnny!" he yelled after her.

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psssst psssst vee 30 for chatalie ty

anything for you, anna dear 💞 have a deeply repressed lesbian.

30. Things I wish you’d said.

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Becoming open with Charlie has become somewhat choreographed.

They move around each other in a carefully articulated dance. A well placed opening line at an opportune moment (I can see you’ve read this book a lot by the creases in its spine, Charlie. Will you tell me about it?), following the other’s steps, only to spin away (I would love to, it’s one of my favorites. It’s one that stays with me - you know the kind, don’t you?).

Neither gain ground quickly around such subversive tactics. But there is progress and Nat is a patient partner.

It is a delicate operation she is playing. Charlie is like a tightly furled ball of paper. Folded over and over again, creases overlapping each other, threatening to rip apart. There is a pattern to it all, one that requires a discerning eye. It’s fortunate then that Nat is a quick learner and Charlie her favorite subject.

Yet—

Sometimes, they are so close to breaking their dance. There is something in Charlie that demands to be heard, that tires of this practiced waltz. Something trembles at her core. It pleas in soft, insistent whispers. Tonight, when Charlie wraps her hand around her arm to tug her close, it nearly slips past.

Raw desire simmers in Charlie’s dark eyes dropping to Nat’s mouth. Mere inches separate her from tasting the mystery of those lips. They are cresting a hill and Charlie need only to reach for her, to ask for what she has wanted to give for weeks—

Charlie shies away. Leaves her with that horrible ache and the gnawing need for Charlie to so plainly ask her:

‘May I kiss you?’

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--- we are a literate, appless discord-based roleplay, set in leavenworth, washington - a very real, teeny tiny town, with very made up businesses. there is no character cap in effect and with times being as stressful and busy as they are, we’re super understanding when it comes to activity, because everyone is doing the best they can. we are lgbtq+ friendly, and poc friendly! i would love you forever if we got to see some more of each, and our first non-binary characters join us! make us the home of your favourite ic drama, and your fluffiest, christmas and hallmark-movie based roleplay and shipping dreams! ping us with your questions, or click here to hop on our server: https://discord.gg/76rAB69BGn ❅❅❅ welcome to leavenworth, washington, america's ultimate holiday town. from annual traditions to monthly festivals and everything in between, there's always something happening here, and city council is always up to something exciting. for decades, leavenworth has been a top tourist destination on the pacific coast, and more than a million tourists visit every year for a taste of northwestern hospitality.

thanksgiving is over, and with the holiday season fast approaching, everyone's favourite little bavaria is about to make its annual transformation into a snowy, twinkly, magical slice of the north pole in the pacific northwest. there's magic in the air, and the snow hasn't stopped since october. santa's village is going up in the town square, where a giant christmas tree is already in the place of honour, to be lit by the mayor as part of opening festivities for the holiday season.

it's a time for giving, forgiving, and a time for locals to come together. a time for endings, for starting fresh, and second, third, fourth, and seventh chances.

happy christmas!

--- walking in a winter wonderland.

[sanguisviscera]

Plushie: Revolución

PLUSHIE: REVOLUCIÓN

The stuffed animal shelf of a major toy store.  The store has been closed for awhile and all is quiet.  We see a wide variety of stuffed animals neatly displayed on the shelves. There should be lots of color and design, perhaps alarmingly so.  When we first hear the characters speak, perhaps we do not immediately know who or what is speaking given the array of faces and stuffed plush bodies on the shelf.

Several beats of stillness.  Then we hear a distant clock strike midnight.

SHARON Pssst.

beat

SHARON Hey!  Psssst.  Mildred!  You awake?

beat

some rustling is heard

SHARON I heard that!  Don’t ignore me.

VOICE #1 Shut up! 

VOICE #2 Go to sleep!

VOICE #3 Y’all better be quiet, you hear?

SHARON Mildred!  Wake up!

VOICE #1 She telling people to wake up!

VOICE #2 It’s time to sleep.

VOICE #3 She doing it again!

SHARON (to the VOICES) Oh, blow it out your furry behind y’all.  

MILDRED It’s midnight, Sharon.

SHARON So! Let’s get this party started!

MILDRED I’m tired, Sharon.

SHARON Oh, c’mon! Its Monday Night. The one night a week we get to roam around for 4 whole hours without having to freeze every 5 minutes because of the cleaning crew.  I wanna bop on over to sporting goods.  Those bike ladies are hot hot hot!

MILDRED We’re stuffed animals, Sharon.

SHARON Stuffed with love for those sexy steel frames. And did you get a look at those tires? Oooh-lala

MILDRED You have a problem, Sharon.

SHARON You don’t got a thing for bikes?

MILDRED No.

SHARON You should try it sometime. Smooth ride.

MILDRED I said I was tired.,Sharon.

SHARON But it’s Monday Night!

VOICE #1 I’m tell you—

VOICE #2 Two of you looking for a beat down—

VOICE #3 Groped by kids all day and now this—

MILDRED You wanna oggle the bikes with their steel bars and fancy rubber tires, be my guest.

SHARON I knew it, I knew you were checking out their tires! Mmmmmm, those sweet sweet bicycle tires!

MILDRED I’m going back to sleep.

SHARON So what, you wanna stay here with all these smelly turds?

VOICE #1 Who you calling a turd?

VOICE #2 If I wasn’t so damned tired—

VOICE #3 Where she at? I’m tear out her stuffing—

MILDRED Go to bed, Sharon.

SHARON I can’t. I got a date with a bike.

MILDRED So go date a bike. I’m going to bed.

SHARON But this is our night! We can walk around and be ourselves. And the cleaning crew isn’t here.

MILDRED Some kid grabbed me today.

SHARON So? We’re toys. Kids grab us all the time.

MILDRED This kid was eating cotton candy.  Sugar chunks are in my fur.

SHARON Where?

MILDRED shows SHARON her sugar chunks.

SHARON Oh, jesus, yeah, that’s, that’s bad.  

MILDRED The store clerk didn’t even notice.

SHARON The new girl with the nose piercing?

MILDRED The one with the tattoo and green hair.

SHARON Oh, he’s the worst.  He barely does anything.  I fell off the shelf once and I was down on the floor for a whole hour before he came by to put me back up.

MILDRED At least you don’t have sugar chunks attacking your butt.

VOICE #1 Talk somewhere else!

VOICE #2 I swear to God—

VOICE #3 I am trying to get my beauty rest!

SHARON That kid’s mother should be reported for child neglect.

MILDRED Don’t worry. I got a plan.

SHARON A plan?

MILDRED (conspiratorially) I’m leaving the store.

SHARON YOU’RE LEAVING THE STORE!!!

VOICE #1 Alright, that’s it—

VOICE #2 Who’s leaving?

VOICE #3 Take me with you!

SHARON You can’t leave the store!

MILDRED Who says?

SHARON Its like, against the rules.

MILDRED There are rules?

SHARON Yeah!  Why do you think we freeze every time the cleaning crew goes by. Or when the kids are here during the daytime.

MILDRED Nobody said we have to freeze.

SHARON Have you lost your mind!

MILDRED You were just asking me to go to sporting goods.

SHARON Yeah but that’s like, inside the store, for a date. With a bike. There’s one bike who promised if I show up that she’d actually give me a ride.  On her handle bars!  Can you believe that?  On her handle bars, Mildred!  Her. Handle. Bars!!

MILDRED You have a problem, Sharon.

SHARON So you’ll do it?

MILDRED I’ve got other plans.

SHARON To leave the store?

MILDRED You got it.

SHARON Because of some kid with sticky fingers?

MILDRED Not just him. But everyone like him.  All of his kind.

SHARON His kind?  You mean kids?

MILDRED If that’s what you call them.

SHARON That’s what everyone calls them. That’s who we work for. We’re kinda like their employees.

MILDRED Well, I quit.

SHARON You can’t quit. You’re a toy.

MILDRED Not anymore. I’m leaving the store.  I’m going to show those little bastards who come in here, putting their dirty paws all over my fur, leaving sugar chunks in inconvenient places that there are consequences for mistreatment!

SHARON I don’t think we can do that, Mildred.

MILDRED Go ride a bike, Sharon.

SHARON I think this is a very bad idea.

MILDRED Oh yeah, well nobody asked you.

SHARON Look, going to sporting goods and having a fling with some smooth hard handle 

bars and a set of rubber tires is one thing but leaving the store!?  I mean, that’s 

just crazy.

MILDRED They treat us like garbage, Sharon.  I mean look at us.  We’re packed in here on this shelf like rats. We can’t even sleep.

VOICE #1 Not with you two yakking like that!

VOICE #2 Viva la Revolución!

VOICE #3 We’re made in Mexico!

VOICE #2 Vive la Revolución!

MILDRED When was the last time you felt free Sharon?

SHARON I cost $12.99. So do you. None of us are free.

MILDRED That’s my point. When was the last time you felt like you could do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted?

SHARON We’re toys.

MILDRED You say that like it means something.

SHARON It does.  We fulfill a purpose.  We bring children joy.

MILDRED But we’re also alive.

SHARON Not technically.

MILDRED We walk and talk and we have a mind of our own.

SHARON Sure, but the humans don’t know that.

MILDRED What if they did?

SHARON You intend to leave the store one some vigilante mission to inform the entire human population that toys are, in fact, animated and can talk because some kid with sticky fingers touched your butt.

MILDRED The revolution is now, Sharon!

SHARON I think we’d be better off in sporting goods with the bikes.

MILDRED I’m going.  (to the rest of the shelf:) Anybody else coming with me?

VOICE #1 What are we doing?

VOICE #2 Weren’t you listening? It’s a revolution!

VOICE #3 Revolting toys?

VOICE #2 Toys in revolt sounds better.

VOICE #1 I’m going back to sleep.

SHARON Mildred, you are my best friend. Please, don’t do this.  Let’s just stay in the store, where we belong.

MILDRED Who says we belong here, Sharon?  Where is it written that we have to be sold 

like merchandise? 

SHARON It’s just how it is.  It’s the way the system works.  Humans make us, we make humans happy.

MILDRED But what if humans knew about us? That we talk and feel things and hate it when sugar gets all up in our fur?

SHARON I don’t think they are ready for us.  I don’t think humans are ready for much of anything outside their comfort zone.

MILDRED Go ask the bikes.

SHARON What?

MILDRED Those hot numbers in sporting goods.  Ask them what they think.  How they feel about how humans treat them.  I bet they have a thing or two to say about it.

SHARON They’ll think I’m crazy.

MILDRED Just ask them.  I’ll wait five minutes by the door. 

SHARON I don’t think I can join you.

MILDRED Then don’t.  But I refuse to live another day on this shelf.  (to the shelf:) 

Plushies: Are you ready?!

VOICES Hell yes!/Let’s go!/Revolución!

SHIFT TO:

A morning news desk with an anchor person.  If possible, there should be live video footage of the carnage being described by the anchor, projected someplace in the theater. There can be live audio with Foley sounds or whatever is possible given the limitations of budget.

NEWS ANCHOR We continue now with our live coverage of the crisis in Scranton.  If you are just joining us, what you are seeing here on the screen is both a bizarre and fairly disturbing event unfolding downtown outside of Goodwill Toys & Sporting Goods.  Authorities are tell us that the stuffed animals, bikes, tennis rackets, balls, puzzles, and other items in the story have.… well, authorities are telling us they are, well, they are moving.  Attacking is what the chief of police said in a press conference just moments ago.  The military has been called in and there are a dozen or so casualties reported.  A source close to the Pentagon is suggesting that this might some kind of terrorist attack.  Evidence points to Mexico or China as that’s where most of these toys originated. In perhaps the most bizarre detail of the account was the discovery of several mountain bikes crammed into a service stairwell along with one plush stuffed animal that appeared to be glued to the handle bars of one of the bikes. Authorities are on the scene and we will bring you more details as they are released.  Now for a look at your local weather.  Francine, over to you…

END OF PLAY

[fanofawesomethings]

Unexpected Visitors

Another installment of the adventures of @bixbitesmeepmorps‘ Bixbite and Onyx

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Bixbite watched the flowers sway in the wind. The months of snow had gone by as the snow began to melt. Everything was still cold and many days the sky was stone gray but it had been several days since the last snowfall. As much as Bixbite loved seeing the white snow decorate her forest she was even happier to see the earth and the plants that she knew would sprout after the cold months. One such bed of blue orchids sprouted at the foot of the mountain before the soil became rock; as she watched them the shadow of her dangling legs covered them. The wind was especially cold and strong that day and a petal flew off with each gust.

           Carried by the same gust was a new bird that flew into the forest over the winter. Feather a bright orange except for a pink spot on its spine, with a small tan beak, Bixbite encountered the bird perch itself on a branch outside the cave and sing to them sometimes at night. The bird returned and nestled itself in a nest of twigs and leaves across from where Bixbite sat. A long time had passed since she last seen her hawk companion, Beak, and in her lonesomeness to see her bird friend again, Bixbite named the small orange bird Beak as well.

           The bird sang to Bixbite across the way. Amethyst taught her how to make a similar sound—Bixbite called it “birding”—and Bixbite tried to do it as she taught her, pinching her lips and exhaling.

           “PSSSST!” Bixbite blew through perched lips and frightened the tiny bird more than she did whistling to it.

           Suddenly a stronger gust shook the forest. From out of nowhere and catching Bixbite by surprise the wind blew ever leaf on every tree with violent strength. The small Beak was thrown into the tree trunk while the bits of its nest were scattered to the forest floor. Bixbite’s hair blinded her from seeing her bird get hurt, or from seeing that the sky had darkened for a moment. When the winds settled she only saw an empty branch; Beak was gone. She didn’t think much of it other than believing the bird left peacefully.

           Onyx left the cave looking very exhausted. There wasn’t any sun to blind her after a long night and morning in a dark cave yet she rubbed fatigue out of her eyes as she dropped down next to Bixbite. As if by instinct, she threw her arm over Bixbite’s shoulder without even meaning to and Bixbite in returned leaned her head on her partner’s chest. Together they watched the treetops, staring off into space. Bixbite felt her head bob each time Onyx sighed.

           “Are you thinking about Plume again?” Bixbite asked, snuggling her head into Onyx.

           Onyx didn’t answer but Bixbite knew the answer already. There weren’t too many things that could make Onyx sigh so obviously—missing a day of doing anything physical, Bixbite going to visit Wheat Town without her, and whenever she thought of Plume Agate. Of course Onyx would never say it outright, but Bixbite knew the Gem soldier long enough to read her sighs.

           “I’m sorry she’s still…” Bixbite didn’t want to finish the thought.

           “Yeah, me too,” responded Onyx bitterly.

           Since daybreak, Onyx sat and stared at the surface of the amber Gem. More often than naught the temptation to pop the bubble containing her overcame her and Onyx would take a while to talk herself out of the idea. It was the same that morning and her biggest argument in favor of the impulse was the need to see if the corruption had faded like a sickness. Onyx left the cave when she settled the argument.

           “Maybe you should give her Gem to Steven? Every time you wake you see Plume and then you get depressed.” Bixbite would often see the bubbled Gem at times too at the back of the cave and she too would feel low on Onyx’s behalf.

           “No, I can’t. Every time I got poofed in battled, Plume would stay by my side the whole time and wait for me to reform. I have to do the same.”

           The wind picked Bixbite’s hair up into Onyx’s face. Her hair always smelled like the forest trees and flowers and smelling it seemed to put Onyx at ease but not as much as twirling locks of the magenta hair in her finger. Having her hair played with tickled Bixbite. She felt another deep exhale.

           “I wish I could’ve met Plume. I wish I could’ve met your other squad members. All your stories of them—they sound like great Gems,” said Bixbite.

           “Plume would’ve loved you. She always saw the value of a Gem, even if they were Off Color.” Onyx had her smile elevated. “I wish you could’ve seen her stand up to Blue Diamond.”

           “Who’s Blue Diamond?” Bixbite was ignorant of many things of Gem culture, specifically the things that happened on Homeworld.

           Onyx used the tip of her nail to scratch the symbol into the limestone rock. The four Diamond insignia; Bixbite remembered seeing the symbol on the Gem structure and the Gem ship above.

           “She’s one of the four Diamonds that make up the Great Diamond Authority. Blue, Yellow, Pink and White Diamond—my Diamond,” Onyx pointed to each Diamond on the insignia, stopping at the top one. “When the Gem War broke out, we wanted to join the rest of the Gems fighting the Rebels, but we had to ask Blue Diamond for permission. Blue and Yellow hate Off Colors more than any other Diamond; she didn’t want us to go, but Plume stood up to Blue Diamond and convinced her to change her mind.”

           Bixbite smiled. “You got to come to Earth because of Plume. Now I have to thank her.”

           “If you met Plume the first thing she’d do is pick a fight with you. She wouldn’t mean anything bad—it’s just how she says hello.”

           Onyx’s arm went limp on Bixbite’s shoulder. Bixbite noticed immediately and when Onyx realized it herself she quickly retracted her arm and stood up. The black Gem turned away and brushed the tear off her cheek, pretending to do it nonchalantly. But Bixbite could read sadness with Onyx’s back alone.

           “It’s okay to miss her, Onyx,” said Bixbite.

           Onyx leapt from the rocks to the soil and she punched the first tree she saw. The release of her bottled anguish left a crater in the base of a tall tree. It didn’t topple beneath her mighty strength but Bixbite could see if she were to climb that tree it would fall in a second.

           “You know me and my squad went on more missions than I can count. It was probably something like two thousand or something. And after every one we went back to Homeworld expecting a something—even a ‘thank you’ or ‘good job’. And all we got was the same: ‘Off Colors’. Plume gave us all the praise we wanted but Homeworld elites made fun of her for leading us too. She didn’t care what they said, but I did.”

           Onyx balled her fist and she punched the tree again, punching it off the stump as if her hand was an axe.

           “Two thousand missions and we never got anything from the Diamond. Ungrateful tyrants. This is all the War’s fault. All because Pink got shattered the Diamonds attacked the Earth to crush the Rebels. It makes me feel better that Rose Quartz is gone, but I won’t rest until the Diamonds fix what they caused.            

“But I thought they were your leaders,” said Bixbite, naïve.

           “They wanted to use you like weapon, they hated me since I was created, and they caused Plume to be corrupted. I’m not a soldier for them anymore.” Onyx reeled her fist back to slam down on the remaining stump.

           “Golly, are they strong?” Bixbite’s question stopped Onyx before she delivered the punch. She lost the strength to punch the stump.

           Onyx looked troubled and worried, her lips muttering something under her breath. Her Gem shined with the cold sweat running down her smile. The weight of Onyx’s word dropped on her shoulders and she repeated what she had just said. Bixbite saw the effects of her question and she quickly jumped down to Onyx.

           “They are strong. They’re…the strongest beings in the entire universe,” the black Gem panted.

           At the slightest touch from Bixbite Onyx jumped like a skittish cat.

           “You don’t have to go after them. Steven tells me he can heal Gems and he’s practicing really hard to heal even corrupted ones. If we believe in him I just know he’ll help Plume too.”

           “Really?” Onyx inquired.

           Bixbite wrapped her arms around the black Gem’s mighty body as best she could. Her fingers couldn’t interlock completely on the other side but she didn’t mind. Onyx held the tips of Bixbite’s fingers and connected them with her hands. She was still and Bixbite felt a sigh of relief.

           A whistle in the air grew from distant to piercing. The wind threw a strong hand over the forest when the whistling peaked. Bixbite’s hair was blasted all over her face and across Onyx’s back, while Onyx got a face full of her own hair. The trees thrashed to and fro with the spastic winds, and dirt flew everywhere is miniature tornados that blew dust into Onyx’s eyes, beckoning her wrath to resurface.

           “Where the heck did this wind come from!?” Onyx growled, loud because the whistling was deafening as well as annoying.

           “It’s been like this all day!” Bixbite answered.

           “WHAT!?” Onyx didn’t hear her at all.

           “IT’S BEEN LIKE THIS ALL DAY!”

           “OH! SOMETIMES I REALLY HATE THIS PLANET!”

           Bixbite tried to think of something in the wind’s defense but she couldn’t see Onyx through her thrashing hair.

           A tremendously large shadow fell over across the forest and that time Bixbite was able to see it with Onyx. The source was something that hovered above the clouds and it larger than both of them, combined. They heard a sound, the sound of metal grinding together, and then an object broke through the clouds—a small, blue object. It struck the earth with a loud bang and then the floating object above flew away just as the wind assaulted the forest one last time with a fleeting gust. The forest was unnervingly calm as it tried to return to its normal stillness.

           Onyx analyzed the space where the floating object occupied. The force that propelled the object left a clearing in the clouds but it also left a trail behind it.

           “Only a Gem ship can stay still in the air and make a trail like that,” said Onyx with disdain in her voice. She looked off to the distance. “And it brought someone here.”

           “A-Another Gem?” Bixbite didn’t have her interest in meeting new Gems since their last encounter with Alabaster and the other new Gems; she clung to Onyx’s arm.

           “We don’t have any backup from your friends, but it looked like it was only one Gem. Stay close to me, Bix.”

           The two of them walked in between the trees with extra caution. Both kept their eyes wide open for anything the same color blue coming towards them, but the dense forest blocked them until they were drawing close to a clearing in the trees. A quickly fading cloud of smoke floated in the sky, close by—whatever landed, landed in the clearing they were approaching. Bixbite clung tightly to Onyx and she held her partner’s hand firmly as they drew closer. Finally they could see the blue object on the other, but Onyx pushed Bixbite and herself close to the ground.

           The crater where the Gem landed was sizeable and very deep with the powerful impact she left, despite her size and appearance. The Gem in question was thin and tall with hair as blue and curled like ocean waves. Her eyes were wide and bright, and she had golden freckles over her nose. Dirt lightly stained the ends of a dark dress that went down to her knees and was cut open below the neck, showing her teardrop-shaped Gem on her chest.

           “A Lapis Lazuli? Earth has its quota of Lapis already,” Onyx griped in whispers.

           Onyx formed apprehension when the Gem glared at the entire terrain, a menacing glower. The Lapis stood up and took a step forward and nearly fell down if she hadn’t caught herself; Onyx watched carefully. She waved her hand over her blue Gem and the Lapis pulled an orb of water that she configured with her fingers like clay and she made two smaller, flat circles that she held on top of her nose, in front of her eyes. Suddenly the Lapis wasn’t glaring and what’s more her steps become much more stable.  

           The Lapis scratched her head to shake the dirt out of her hair. A bit of it fell around her lips and she curiously licked it up and then spat it out when she regretted the decision.

           “She might be stupid. As long as she doesn’t see us maybe everything will be—” Before Onyx finished her thought, Bixbite slipped past away and burst through the cover before Onyx could stop her.

           “CHEST LAPIS!!” Bixbite squealed.

           The Lapis was startled, throwing her arms up automatically to defend herself. She paused as Bixbite ran to her and then her face lit up as much as Bixbite’s did.

           “BIXBITE!” The Lapis chirped.

           They collided with their arms thrown around the other upon impact. Overjoyed, Bixbite picked the Lapis who was taller than her and twirled her in the air, and then the Lapis did the same to Bixbite. They laughed and they cried; Bixbite cried into her soldier and the blue Gem cried into the top of Bixbite’s hair. The water on her face splashed on top of Bixbite and soaked her hair and the Lapis was glaring once again.

           The change in the Lapis’ expression was drastic and her glare was unsettling while she was staring at Bixbite. It was unsettling enough to alarm the Gem warrior that was watching cautiously. Stirred to go to Bixbite’s aid, Onyx charged out of the brush. Bixbite saw the charging Onyx and the glare on the Lapis and she swiftly put herself in front of Onyx’s path.

           “Onyx, wait! She makes that face because she can’t see!” Bixbite cried.

           The charging bull was stopped by confusion.

           “What?” Onyx inquired.

           The Lapis formed two more flat discs of water over her eyes, which allowed her to see the bigger Gem, and she was startled. Her mouth hung down as she stared from Onyx’s feet to the top of her head and she looked to be too much for the new Gem to handle. The Lapis looked overwhelmed, and a bit nervous.

           “Onyx, this is a friend of mine. I call her Chest Lapis,” Bixbite introduced, pushing her closer to Onyx.

           “I…uh…um…I’m…Lapis Lazuli…Facet 7B, P-Polish 24FL,” the Lapis stumbled.

           “We met during the Gem War when I landed on Earth. She was the one who told me I was a Gem and everything,” said Bixbite.

           “Okay. It’s good to meet you,” responded Onyx, uninterestedly, holding out a hand that scared Chest Lapis who didn’t understand the gesture.

           “You shake her hand with yours, it’s an Earth thing,” whispered Bixbite into her ear.

           Chest Lapis stuck her trembling hand out and Onyx received it, shaking it and the Lapis too when she wasn’t expecting it. As soon as it was over the Lapis grabbed her hand back and inspected it as if there was damage to it. Bixbite hugged the blue Gem again.

           “I missed you so much, Chest Lapis, I can’t believe you’re back! Where were you all this time? Why didn’t you come to visit me?” Bixbite inquired.

           “I did! I looked everywhere for you during the War, but I couldn’t find you. I was so worried about you and then the Evacuation Order was given and I thought—I thought—” The Lapis pulled Bixbite close to her chest, pressing her tightly as she sobbed. “You’re really here.”

           Her friend felt weak to the touch, her whimpers struck Bixbite with grief. Bixbite’s tears were no longer tears of joy. They cried, and Onyx turned away to give them a moment to themselves.

           “When I heard about the War ending—I thought you’d been—I thought you were gone,” sobbed Chest Lapis.

           “I never thought I’d see you again, Chest, I’m so happy you’re back,” smiled Bixbite wiping her tears. “But why did you come back?”

           Chest Lapis took a moment to compose herself. “Oh, I was given a super important mission! My friend wanted me to search the Gem Ship we saw stranded over there and see if there were any stranded Gems on board. Bixbite…is she one of them stranded Gems?”

           “Oh no, this is my dear friend, Onyx, she lives with me in that mountain,” said Bixbite. “The stranded Gems are—” Onyx clapped her hand over Bixbite’s mouth.

           “They were two Peridots and a Pearl, but they used an escape pod to get out off planet. They left the ship hovering over the mountain but it doesn’t work without them,” answered Onyx.

           Bixbite looked to Onyx and Onyx sneakily shook her head to keep her from saying it which she complied but without knowing why.

           “Is that so? Oh dang, I’ll have to catch up with my Agate, she was the one who gave me the order and then we’d meet up,” said Chest Lapis.

           Bixbite turned to Onyx with uncertainty. She had been swept away by the joy of seeing her friend again that she forgot about the dangers of strangers. Onyx didn’t express it but she was nervous as well.

           “H-How many others came with you, Chest?” Bixbite asked.

           Prancing around the clearing like a gentle deer, Chest lapis didn’t seem to hear Bixbite. She heard the rustles of the trees and at the same time she felt the breeze sending her blue skin in a tingle with the cold. Birds chirping in a branch nearby tickled her ear; the Lapis danced with the music she heard. Her feet barely touched the ground, only the tips of her bare toes, her arms waved as delicately as flowers blown by the wind, and she seemed to move in a circle. Bixbite stayed quiet; she hadn’t seen the Lapis�� dance in so many years.

           Sparkles fell on everywhere she went. Water glistening in the dim light was on everywhere her feet touched, coming from her feet and her body like a ribbon. With a twirl of her body, water danced from her Gem, flowed across her body to her back, and then divided into eight separate spears of water that hoisted her off the ground in a grand finale as she waved her arms above her head.

           Bixbite was muted by awe for she had seen something she hadn’t seen before. Onyx quickly forgot the matter at hand because she was stricken by jealously; nothing she ever did garnered the same reaction from Bixbite. Chest Lapis descended to the earth and Bixbite jumped for joy.

           “Chest! You’re still the best dancer I’ve ever seen!” Bixbite cheered, clapping.

           The spears splashed on the grass. Chest Lapis’ face blushed beneath her golden freckles.

           “Thanks, Bixbite,” she sighed.

           “Hey, Lazuli, how many came with you to Earth?” Onyx finally asked remembering the situation.

           The Lapis suddenly became uneasy and nervous.

           “M-Me and my Agate were on a ship together—and we were going to see meet up with the rest after—and they are a lot of Pearls and Peridots.”

           Onyx felt apprehension start to bubble in her stomach.

           “Why exactly did you guys come back here? From everything I’ve seen here this planet isn’t part of Homeworld’s colonization.”

           “Yes—I mean no it’s not—but we were told to come and meet together. I-I don’t know why,” answered Chest Lapis.

           “Does that mean you’re going back to your Agate now?” Bixbite asked and Lapis nodded. “Can’t you stay here for a little bit? I haven’t seen you in so much time I wanted to show you around my forest since you didn’t get to see it last time. Please say you’ll stay for at least a little while.”

           The Lapis appeared to be conflicted, looking over her shoulder in the direction the ship flew in. Her feet started jumping in place with her indecision until she finally exhaled.

           “Sure, I can stay for a little bit,” said Chest Lapis, sounding very unsure in her own words.

           Bixbite squealed with delight and embraced her friend who despite her audible uncertainty smiled that she made her friend happy.

           There wasn’t time for them to visit Wheat Town to show the visiting Gem the wonders of human culture, Bixbite understood but she was still determined to show Chest Lapis all the forest had to offer. Bixbite took the Lapis to some of her favorite places. They watched the tiny stream of trickling water feed into the still pond, they visited the valley where the Gem War was fought in and the Lapis was amazed that there was no hint of the battles left amongst the tall grass in the huge valley, and they scaled the mountainside—as far as Bixbite would allow—and together they stared out in the vast horizon. Chest Lapis saw each wonder with astonishment obvious on her face—her mouth hung down lower with everything she saw.

           Onyx watched the foreign Gem the entire time, convinced there was more to the Lapis that what she saw. The blue Gem showed no signs of hostility towards anything, even the strange things that made Onyx apprehensive when she first came to the forest; rather, the Lapis was enthusiastic to see more things, just as Bixbite is. In the next stop on their tour, Bixbite led Chest Lapis by the hand to their cave; the Lapis skipped merrily beside Bixbite who did the same as they walked. Onyx became less convinced the new Lapis had ulterior motives.

           “This is your base?” The Lapis asked observing the maw of the small cave but not going inside.

           “It’s our home. Well it was mine after you left and when Onyx came it became our home,” said Bixbite.

           “But it looks so dark and small.” Chest Lapis poked her head and immediately withdrew like a turtle.

           “It’s actually really nice inside. Come on, I’ll show you.”

           Bixbite took the Lapis’ hand but she could sense her hesitation to go inside. The darkness inside was too thick for the Lapis to see anything, until an inexplicable magenta glow blinded the side of her eye. Bixbite held her a ball of sparkling aura in between her fingers and the Lapis had a look of befuddlement.

           “Bixbite—? What is—?” She gasped.

           “I got stronger since you left,” said Bixbite with a hint of pride in her voice. She made the light brighter solely to show off.

           Onyx smiled with pride too.

           The inside of the cave may have been illuminated for the Lapis to see but the light didn’t make the small cavern any bigger. They took three steps inside and Lapis saw the end.

           “That over there is where I sleep and over there—” Bixbite began.

           “Sleep?” Chest Lapis repeated.

           “It’s a thing humans do here. You close your eyes and then rest and sometimes you get these weird pictures in your head and you don’t even have to do anything! Oh! That’s where Onyx sleeps.”

           The Lapis saw where Bixbite pointed to but she soon saw more. The orb was hidden behind a rock but the side of it peaked just enough for Chest Lapis to see it and slowly walk to it while Bixbite was talking.

           “And see this? This little rock kept hitting me on the head whenever I woke up so I punched it and it—Chest?”

           Bixbite caught Chest Lapis as she knelt down and held the bubble in her hands. The Plume Agate Gem that floated inside glistened with the magenta glow and the Lapis was mesmerized by the sight of it. Bixbite gasped, and Onyx who stood at the entrance looked back and saw Lapis when it was too late. Onyx stormed into the cave and swiped the bubble away, panting frantically when she grabbed it.

           “Don’t touch that,” said Onyx calmly enough.

           “Oh…ah…I’m…so…” The Lapis froze.

           “Chest—I should’ve told you—” Bixbite scrambled to think.

           “Bixbite, that’s an Agate. Wh-Why do you have her bubbled?” Chest Lapis panicked.

           Bixbite was a cornered animal. The need to keep it a secret like Onyx wanted conflicted with her urge to tell her friend, and the conflict was shoved in front of her face expecting an answer straight away. Onyx had no such conflict; she was on her way to leave the cave with her bubbled friend in her arms, but she was stopped by Bixbite’s eyes near the entrance which begged her to stay and help. Chest Lapis turned between Bixbite and Onyx and Bixbite knew the further they delayed the more Bixbite feared it made them appear suspicious and it caused her dread.

           “Onyx,” Bixbite spoke, frightened.

           She groaned. Onyx caressed the air around the bubble’s circumference, protective of the delicate orb and conflicted. Showing reluctance outright, the black Gem gave her permission.

           “Chest Lapis, can you keep this a secret? Please, as my friend,” begged Bixbite.

           Conflict was then passed onto the Lapis who was left confused by the request. Bixbite opened her eyes wide to show the blue Gem the desperation in her eyes. Tears started to form. Chest Lapis was unexpectedly shaken by the tears on Bixbite, almost to the point of crying as well.

           “O-Okay,” said the Lapis with her eyelids fluttering so she wouldn’t start crying too. Bixbite hugged her friend.

           “That’s Plume Agate, she’s Onyx’s squad leader, but she’s been corrupted so we have to keep her in a bubble,” explained Bixbite.

           Chest Lapis gasped dreadfully. “Corruption?! Such a thing—! B-B-But that’s a punishment only for high level rouge Gems! Why would she be—?”

           “It was the Diamonds’ last attack on the Earth. It was supposed to wipe out the Rebels but all it did was corrupt any Gem on the planet, including Plume,” said Onyx.

           “We’re keeping her in the bubble until we find a way to heal her,” said Bixbite.

           “You’re a Lapis Lazuli, a pretty high member of Blue Diamond’s court—you must’ve heard things about Corruption. Like a way to undo it,” said Onyx.

           “Only rumors. Aquamarines and Agates use Corruption like a threat when the threat of shattering isn’t enough, but no one has ever seen it outright. No one even talked about it until after stories of Rose Quartz made it back to Homeworld.”

           Onyx punched the wall and the entire mountain shook. The frustration swelled up in her eyes and she left the cave, with Plume in her hands. Bixbite sighed sadly.

           “I’m sorry,” said Chest Lapis.

           “It isn’t your fault, Lapis. Onyx really cares about getting her friend back. And I wish I could help her, but this is more than we can do by ourselves,” said Bixbite.

           Chest Lapis pondered it for a moment and then her face brightened when the idea clicked.

           “You can come back to Homeworld with me! You and your…friend. Maybe there you can two can talk to the Diamonds. They wouldn’t let one of their Agates stay Corrupted, they’d have to help.”

           “Homeworld? Me?” Bixbite was blown away until she was at a loss for words. She pictured it in her head, for a brief moment. “Chest, I can’t leave my home. I told you that before when you left.”

           The Lapis pulled her friend close to her chest and wept.

           “The Diamonds attacked the Earth. You could’ve—been—I’m so happy you’re okay after so many years.”

           “I’m happy I got to see you again too, Lapis.”

           “If you won’t come to Homeworld then you can come with me to the rendezvous. I may not know anything about Corruption but there are plenty of Aquamarines and Agates there. A lot of Blue Diamond’s court was asked to come here; maybe one of them knows.”

           “But won’t they get suspicious that a new Gem is with you?” Bixbite asked, on the thought as well.

           “We could tell them you’re on a Scouting mission. A ship comes by here every couple of years to update the Star Maps, we could say you’re on that mission.”

             Bixbite was speechless because she was picturing how it would go. If they were to do what Chest Lapis said she wondered if it could work and she imagined what she would be able to learn—what she’d see on a ship with new Gems. The Lapis giggled because she recognized the look of hunger on Bixbite’s face for adventure.

           “That would be incredible…but Onyx—” Bixbite started towards the entrance when the Lapis grabbed her hand.

           “Bixbite…you’re friend is an Off Color,” said Chest Lapis.

           The magenta Gem was visibly crossed.

           “I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry! But the Diamonds don’t send Off Colors on missions as much anymore. It would look suspicious if one just showed up here without a reason. If you want to come, we have to go alone.”

           “But I can’t go without Onyx. I need her.”

           The Lapis held both Bixbite’s hands in a tight grip. She looked deeply into her eyes and Bixbite saw the earnest intent burning like a wildfire in the blue.

“I promise I’ll keep you safe and then I’ll bring you back your forest.”

Bixbite didn’t doubt for a moment her friend would keep a promise she made, but still she was hesitant. Through the entrance she could see Onyx sitting on the edge of the rocks with her head lowered close to the bubble. She looked vulnerable, fragile, and Bixbite’s Gem ached at the sight. Suddenly Onyx took off running into the forest. Bixbite didn’t need to think on it any longer.

“Let’s go.”

[resurrectonomitron]

replies #3

you guys are the best you know

first of all thanks to everyone commenting on my mental health post. last night was basically me just looking at my laptop from a distance, crying every so often whilst curled into a ball and then relaxing once my other half brought me a coffee. i’m in work right now (who can afford to be off sick lol) so i’m just powering through the best i can. i’ll be ok i’ve dealt with this stupid shit before.

i honestly love making sims please send as many requests as you can (:

if you like that you should see the rest of the town (its a good thing they’re moving to starlight shores lmao)

it’s the start of a confusing family tree down the line

psssst it’s glitched i completed it with only 10k earned shhhhhh

i feel so bad for the real sjp i am sorry i don’t know horse memes

she’s so precious wait until you see her as a teen!

i’m about to fire myself into the sun for my ignorance 

he was just so chill

i honestly couldn’t age like sims do i’d cry

[sevralships]

“Just Because You Can” Part 7 of 7, Chapters 23-26

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The Pines triplets, Mabel, Dipper, and Jolene, have always been best friends. But lately, there’s been some distance growing between the Mystery Kids, due in part to the forbidden feelings with which they are each struggling. How will they manage to see eye to eye, when torn between wanting each other and craving adventure?

(This is a new AU that I’ve been calling Jolene AU, devised by myself and @handleonthescandal​ after one of us asked the question “What if Mabel and Dipper were triplets but with another sister?”. Although this AU is similar, it is not connected to Double Dippin’ AU, and Jolene is in no way connected to Tyrone.)

Shoutout to @sirwaddlesesquire for being the trustiest squire and an insightful, helpful, and supportive beta.

Mostly SFW, mostly angst with some action/adventure and a little bit of fluff, tw incest

Fic under the cut, enjoy!

Chapter 23: Up a Tree

They had scrambled about five or six feet up, clumsy in the darkness, when they heard another hiss. This one was different, however. Not so much a chilling threat from the depths of hell, and more of a “Psssst!”

“Jo?” Mabel and Dipper inquired in unison, quiet but eager, hoping against hope.

“I’m sorry,” Jo replied, her voice unmistakable, even when it was hardly making a sound.

“Later,” Dipper insisted,  “Bigger problems.”

Jo’s hand landed on Mabel’s as she shimmied down the tree to join them. Clammy, scabbing, tacky with sap, Mabel had never felt anything equal to it. She gripped her sister’s hand, and they listened to Dipper grumbling, trying to concoct a plan. Death waited just below, but Mabel found she was no longer scared. A dim light was creeping into the sky when Dipper swore, “Shit!”

“What’s up, broseph?” Mabel asked, careful to make as little sound as possible. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but every few minutes they would hear the awful hiss or screech or rustle of the monsters close at hand.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he replied, his anxious whisper verging on a whine.

“You got dis, Plans-a-lot,” Mabel encouraged.

“Good one,” Jo said with an approving snort.

“If only we had a cliff,” Dipper bemoaned.

“We do,” Jolene said, giving Dipper’s shoulder a friendly poke. She pointed into the dark clearing, not quite in the direction her siblings had climbed up. They couldn’t see further than a foot or two, even with the night darkness lifting ever-so-slightly, but she explained, “There’s a chasm-y thing. I knocked one in and almost fell in myself. He took my pack with him,” she added, with a shrug of her unencumbered shoulders.

Dipper considered what Jolene had said, trying not to get distracted by the perturbing thought of her falling into a chasm. As the pale pre-dawn light crept into the sky, he realized with relief that his sisters were becoming visible. It was as subtle and gradual as one’s eyes adjusting to the dark after turning out a lamp. He couldn’t see them clearly but after the enveloping velvet black of moonless night, all it took to enchant him was the colorless halos of their mussed hair, the occasional glint at the corner of Mabel’s eye or Jo’s glasses, or the barely-perceptible softness of a cheek. There circumstances were still dire, but somehow, the ability to see was heartening. Not only because it would aid in their survival, but because there was nothing that could ease his mind right now like seeing his best friends.

Jo watched as Dipper silently considered her contribution. She realized suddenly that sunrise must be nearing. When Mabel and Dip had first climbed up, she hadn’t been able to see them at all. But now she could make out Dipper’s profile, his brow drawn low in contemplation. She couldn’t see it, but knew he was chewing the inside of his cheek in lieu of a pen. Her stomach churned, thinking how certain she’d been under an hour earlier that she would never see either of her triplets again. It had been with a combination of fear and relief that she had heard them below. Clutching onto the tree in terror, she had thought for an instant that she was hallucinating. She had never been more grateful to see them, but at the same time was sickened that she was the reason their lives were now in danger.

Especially Mabey, she thought, her eyes moving to her sister. Mabel was facing her more directly than Dipper, so her features were almost entirely obscured in the dim light. Jolene didn’t have to see Mabel’s face to know she was terrified and far out of her depth. Dipper was good under pressure and had spent many a day adventuring with Jo, invariably saving her from her own irresponsibility. As frightened and stumped as he was, he was nevertheless in his element, while Mabel probably wasn’t even dressed for a hike. Jo gave her sister’s hand a reassuring squeeze and heard the nearly inaudible sound of a weak smile. She was about to say something encouraging, when another frustrated groan from Dipper broke the silence.

“Dipman?” she asked.

“If only we had some bait!” he lamented, his tone desperate, even as his volume remained hardly a whisper. Mabel snickered and Jolene was sure that Dipper cast her a withering look, even though none of them could see it in the darkness, “What the heck is funny about that?!” he hissed at her.

“Sorry, bro-bro,” she apologized unconvincingly, “It’s just we do have bait.”

“...no, it’s too risky,” Dipper said gravely, “We’re not using any of us as bait.”

Mabel tittered another nervous laugh before silencing herself, “Such a flippin’ drama queen, bro, oh my god,” Jo heard a soft oof and assumed Mabel had nudged Dipper’s shoulder, “I took some meat from the fridge before we left home, ya dork,”

“Good thinkin’, sis-tective,” Jo said, grinning at the use of the long-retired nickname.

“Why the fuck didn’t you mention that?” Dipper chastised, but his heart wasn’t in it. His quiet voice had already taken on a more hopeful tone and she could almost imagine the organized outline of a plan taking form in his mind. They perched silently in the tree for a moment that felt very long, and then Dipper sighed.

“How’s it goin’ in there, bro?” Jo asked, impatient with Dipper’s methodical silence.

The familiar butterflies in her stomach made themselves known as she realized that she could see Dipper’s face before her, make out his nose, his jaw, his lips. Her vivid mental picture of him easily filled in the strained brown eyes and birthmark beneath his forelock, “It’s a little crazy,” he said hesitantly, “But I have a plan.”

Chapter 24: Mystery Kids

Vibrant reds and pinks were bleeding into the sky as the triplets cautiously made their way down the tree. They huddled by its monstrous trunk and watched, blinking often in an effort to adjust their eyes, as the clearing came properly into view. The vivid sky was in stark contrast to the black-silhouetted trees and the shadowy dimness of the summit itself. Since first light, the Devils had been raising their chilling voices to call each other and slinking off to roost. Mabel wondered for a moment what sort of nest they called home before deciding she’d just as soon remain ignorant.

Beside her, Jolene was making every effort to be silent as she unbuckled Dipper’s pack, still secured to his back, and reached inside, “Ew, so organized,” she teased him quietly.

“Just get the rope, Jo,” Dipper sighed. In response, Jo placed something in Dipper’s hands, “This is not a rope.” Dipper pointed out.

“Shucks, you’re an observant one,” Jo teased, pulling a tightly wound ball of rope from Dip’s pack.

“Why did you gimme this, Jo?” Dipper asked, holding up the first item. As he held it up, Mabel recognized it as a disposable camera.

“The same reason you didn’t take it out of your pack,” Jo said simply, placing the rope in Dipper’s free hand, “If we can get a pictu--”

“No, I didn’t take it out of my pack because I was in a rush to save your ass, again--” Dipper interrupted, his voice raising slightly for the first time.

“Shut up!” Mabel hissed, “We can yell at each other later,”

“Fine,” Dipper said, resignedly, slapping the camera into Mabel’s hands. Mabel and Jo exchanged a brief glance, wordlessly agreeing not to step on Dipper’s toes until they were out of harm’s way.

Jo then moved to Mabel’s pack, “Huh,” she whispered, appreciatively, “Not so organized,” she rummaged around in the mess of Mabel’s pack for a moment before extricating the shrink-wrapped package of beef and handing it off to Dipper. She gave a silent ‘follow me’ gesture and the three crept as silently as they could, until they came to the chasm Jolene had described. Mabel peered down, and the black depths reminded her of the Bottomless Pit by the Mystery Shack. Only she hoped it didn’t work quite the same, or a Lone Pine Mountain Devil and Jolene’s backpack would be spit out any second now.

Dipper considered the jagged lips of the chasm and its mysterious darkness as he tore the taut plastic of the meat packaging with his index finger. Dipper was grateful for the dim light as it concealed his flush, embarrassed by his own outburst at Jo. Mabel was right, of course, yelling at each other now wasn’t just pointless, it was extremely dangerous. He’d thought he’d be overwhelmed with joy at being reunited with Jo, and of course, he was happy that she was intact, but he was surprised by the anger that flared in him. This was so reckless of her, he fumed, even as he chastised himself for being mad, So beyond stupid.

The meat in the package was roughly cut into pieces, intended to be used to make stew. By feel, Dipper selected the largest piece. It was yielding to the touch of his hand, and he hefted the wet weight of it with mild satisfaction. It’ll do. He handed the package back to Jo distractedly as he set about unwinding the rope. It was about seven yards long, but he only freed as much as he thought he’d need, leaving the rest coiled in tight even rows. As he tightened and re-tightened the knot, making sure the large piece of meat was secure, Dip turned back to Jo, “And you’re absolutely sure they’re flightless, right?” he whispered.

Jolene nodded stiffly, “Yeah, I’m sure. They can run, and pretty fast, and they’ll flap their wings,” she gave a small chicken-dance motion to illustrate, “Like chickens do, but I think they’re too heavy to really get airborne.”

“Good,” Dipper said, nodding, “We’re screwed if they can fly,” Jo snorted, in agreement and morbid amusement. Dipper peered overhead, happy to see that a few sturdy branches overhung the chasm not too far up. He was just beginning to heft the piece of meat in his hand, preparing to throw, when Jo put a hand on his bicep to stop him.

“Let me do it,” she said, leaving no room for disagreement, “I have the best arm,”

Annoyance flared in Dipper for an instant, but he had to admit that she was right. Now is no time to flatter your pride, he reminded himself, Whatever our best chance of survival is, that’s what we need to do. With only a twinge of reluctance, Dipper handed the meat and the rope to Jo, trading it for the package of the remaining pieces. He knew he was the fastest, and the best job for him seemed clear, “Okay, Mabes, you stay with Jo, I’m going to lure these things over here.”

Mabel didn’t have a chance to protest or even whisper a ‘good luck’ before Dipper darted off into the easing darkness.

Chapter 25: Mystery Kids, Cont’d

“He’s been gone too long,” Mabel said, nervously.

“He has not,” Jo assured her, although her own confidence was wavering, “It’s only been a couple minutes, Miss Sis.” She could tell from the pinched tone in Mabel’s voice that she was worried, and she couldn’t risk making it any worse. Dipper can handle himself, she reminded herself, although each second made her more anxious for his return.

Mabel was unsure, but said nothing. She was listening intently, trying to hear footsteps, or wings, half-convinced that any second her brother’s scream would break the still of dawn. The mountain was waking up, normal non-nightmarish birds and small critters tittering now and then in the sparse foliage. Mabel was straining her ears to detect any sign of her brother, when one bird-call sounded that didn’t quite fit in. It sounded like it was meant to be the call of a Mourning Dove, if there were some deformity to said Dove’s throat. “Is that--?” Mabel began to ask.

“Doofus’ idea of an inconspicuous signal,” Jolene scoffed and Mabel could just make out Jo’s smirk in the diffused light. Mabel gave a small laugh of affectionate derision as Jo devoted all her focus to throwing the bait. She gave a couple false starts, winding up her arm and taking aim before finally letting the meat soar. It sailed overhead and hooked over a thick pine bough, dangling down over the chasm exactly according to plan.

“Wowzer, Jo-jo,” Mabel said with an impressed grin, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you been practicing,”

“Oh yeah, y’know,” Jo teased, easing up a bit more rope to dangle the bait a little lower, “A daily regimen of toss-the-meat to keep me limber,” Mabel couldn’t help but giggle at that and Jo flashed her a wide smile. Maybe it was due to the fear and separation and confusion of the whole night, perhaps it was the way the rising sun was making it possible to see ever clearer, but Mabel was absolutely dazzled by her sister’s smile. She was gathering the wits to say something to her, how she loved her, how happy she was to see her, but her reverie was interrupted by another strangled Mourning Dove call, this time much nearer.

She turned around to be greeted by a terribly troubling sight. Dipper was running towards them, his brown hair swept back from his birthmarked forehead by his own speed. His face was drawn in concentration, his mouth a thin line, his nostrils flaring. For once, it was hardly Dipper than held Mabel’s eye, though. Close at his heels were several Lone Pine Mountain Devils, all the more fearsome now that she could see them.

They were less like birds than she’d hoped, and more like raptors. With powerful legs ending in menacing talons that tore the earth underfoot, and long sinewy necks that curved in an s-shape, like that of a crane. Their wings, although broad and plumed, Mabel could now tell were too small. They did not have the flimsy look of most flightless wings, like those of an ostrich, but at a glance it was clear that they could never properly keep a Devil aloft. At the joint of each was a fearsome hooked claw, and it was with these that they were desperately swiping in her brother’s direction. Their heads had a lean aquiline shape but came to a point not in the curved beak of a bird of prey, but in the scaley fanged sneer of some prehistoric horror. Their jaws gnashed hungrily, baring rows and rows of jagged reptilian fangs, now and then catching a piece of meat clean out of the air, thrown by Dipper over his shoulder. It reminded Mabel sickeningly of a dog jumping to catch a frisbee, but way more terrifying and completely less cute, she corrected herself. She noticed with alarm that Dipper was headed straight for the chasm and her stomach lurched. Before Mabel could voice her fears, she heard Jo mutter, “You got this Dipman, c’mon, you got thiiissss.”

She trusted in her sister, despite the instinct to intervene, and watched as Dipper ran towards the chasm, only to clumsily jump-slash-roll to the side at the last instant. Two of the Devils had picked up too much momentum and went skidding into the hole, flapping their wings hopelessly and giving bone-chilling screeches as they plummeted down. Mabel tried to ignore the sound of their bodies colliding heavily with a stony death far below. Dipper chucked the, now-empty, polystyrene tray at the remaining Devils, who fought over it with cartoonish ferocity, shreds raining down around them. Mabel dropped to a crouch, her free hand finding Dipper’s, “You okay?”

“Yeah, Mabes,” he panted, a little winded from his stunt, giving her a reassuring smile, “‘M’okay,” He squeezed her hand.

“Nice entrance, bro,” Jo commented, a little distracted by manipulating the rope in her hands, managing to cause the piece of bait to swing pendulously over the chasm. As if on cue, a couple of the Lone Pine Mountain Devils turned their heads, gold hawk eyes blazing, reptilian nostrils aquiver as they caught the bloody scent. Mere seconds apart, they ran at the chasm single-mindedly, shoving each other and hissing competitively. At the last instant, with a grunt, Jo tugged the rope hard, drawing the meat a foot or so out of reach as the Devils took their hungry leap, only to fall hopelessly to join their brethren. The rushing sound of their churning wings, and their shrieking, only lasted briefly before they met their end. By the sound of it, their fall was cushioned slightly by the corpses below.

Jo flashed a smug smile at Mabel and Dipper, a quip rising to her lips. But it never came, replaced instead by a scream of pain and surprise. She released the rope instantly and it went flying out of her hands, as she staggered back a few steps, staring at her palms. It took Dipper just one look around, and a few seconds to cobble together what had happened. Just as Jo had been turning to her triplets, her grip loosening confidently on the rope, one of the three remaining monsters took note of the bait and made a daring leap. With the strength of its legs and one firm beat of its wings, it successfully launched itself to the bait, its jaws snapping shut tight around its prize. Its weight had pulled heavily on the rope, whipping through Jo’s loosened grip and burning her hands. Even as he went to Jo’s side to check the damage of the rope burn, the Devil could be heard thrashing and screaming as it sank into the earth.

Mabel, however, did not know what had happened. Her blistered and aching feet felt glued to the spot as her mind raced to try and tell what had happened to her sister. Dipper was peering at Jo’s hands, but it was still too dim for him to see without leaning close. A ghastly hiss reminded her that danger was still very close at hand and she whirled to see the two remaining Devils staring straight at she and her siblings. Her feet unglued themselves and she was backing away, though it was purely instinct, rather than intent. The larger beast trained its sights on Jo and Dipper, while the smaller stalked closer to Mabel, warbling threateningly. The soft loose skin of its throat and jowls rippled with the sound and Mabel’s blood ran cold. Suddenly, her steps were very much intentional, as she tried in vain to keep some distance between herself and the creature.

With the next step, she found she could go no further. She tried again, feeling her pack tug, trying to free itself from a branch on which it was snagged. Mabel could hear the grunts and scuffles, and predatory cries, of the two people dearest to her caught in a perilous fight but reminded herself impatiently, you can’t help them if you can’t help yourself! She pulled and pulled, feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web, as the Devil approached, flapping its wings ostentatiously. Mabel could feel panic creeping up on her, groping for something to protect herself, wishing she had a weapon instead of a stupid camera. Worth a shot, she decided, snorting hurriedly at the unintentional pun, as she fumbled with the power button, eagerly hiding her face behind the camera as her finger mashed the shutter again and again. Instead of looking through the viewfinder, she squeezed her eyes shut, cowering, knowing the camera could not shield her from her imminent grisly death.

When said death did not come, she peered out, startled by the strobe of the camera’s bright flash. The Devil before her was startled too, to put it mildly. It was whining and blinking, staggering in the wrong direction, a bit to Mabel’s right. With the momentary lull (and trying not to be distracted by the sounds of her siblings’ strife a few feet away), Mabel reached behind herself and unhooked her pack, walking closer to the Devil and taking another picture of it. The flash seemed to sear its eyes and it gave an offended cry. It seemed to decide she was not worth the meal, turning away from her and running, with uneven gait, into the trees. She was still pressing the button repeatedly, but nothing was happening and she realized she’d reached the end of the roll of film and slipped the camera into a side pocket of her pack, before turning to help Dipper and Jolene.

Dipper and Jolene were much too focused on their impending doom to think about the repeated flashes of the camera, or to give much thought to the kind of pictures Mabel might be getting. Their adversary had managed to back them up against the precipice of the chasm and it was evidently trying to decide who it ought to eat first. Dipper stood to Jo’s left, racking his brain for some solution, some trick, some way out of this fix, but none presented itself.

“I’m sorry, Dipper,” Jo mumbled suddenly beside him. She was giving him a guilty sidelong look, “I’m sorry I put you two in danger,” he shook his head, not sure whether he was urging her not to feel guilty or not to continue speaking, “I broke my promise,”

“Jolene,” he managed a strained whisper. She looked at him expectantly, her green eyes fearful and yet still glittering intently. Even scared as she is, he admired, she’d never go down without a fight. The Lone Pine Mountain Devil hissed, and her eyes darted to it, but Dipper’s eyes remained on her, “I love you,” he heard himself whisper.

Jo’s eyes shot back to Dipper’s instantly, questioning, but she didn’t get the chance to ask a thing.

“HEY BIRDBRAIN!!” Mabel’s voice rang out, shattering the quiet tension of the moment with all the grace of her word choice, “Get your dumb stinky talons away from my peeps or I’m gonna mess, you, up!” The Devil reacted at once, recognizing some challenge in Mabel’s actions. She was standing several feet to Jo’s right, her feet firmly planted shoulder width apart, her hands thrust in the pockets of her (now filthy) black jeans.

“Mabel!” Dipper exclaimed, warning her, although his voice managed also to give away tremendous fear and confusion.

“That’s right, you feathery freakshow!!” Mabel goaded, “Let’s see if you can take the POWER OF MABEL!” Her voice climbed to a shout as the beast charged at her. Her right hand dug in her pocket and a second later, with a triumphant ululation, she engulfed the creature’s face in a cloud of glitter. It screeched in surprise and stumbled back a step, its wings trying awkwardly to wipe at its eyes.

“Ya dodo!” Jo grunted as she closed the short distance between herself and the newly bedazzled Lone Pine Mountain Devil, and with a swift kick sent it sailing down to join its comrades at the bottom of the chasm. There were no more Devils in sight, but with the sun still not fully risen, and the occasional hiss in the brush, the triplets exchanged only a brief wordless look of uncertain victory before fleeing the clearing and starting the long eager scramble down the mountainside.

Chapter 26: This Talk With You

The sun had climbed high by the time they reached the cars, the morning brilliant and clear. They had moved quickly, driven by mortal fear, for the first hour or so before the adrenaline had really begun to wear off. The night was over by that point, and they began reluctantly to accept that the danger truly was over.

As her adrenaline ebbed, Mabel had found it harder and harder to ignore the painful state of her feet. Her ankles ached terribly from absorbing the shock of every uneven step. Her toes and instep strained from gripping the shoe, trying to keep her foot from slipping around too much inside it, desperate to avoid cutting any deeper into the blisters at her heel and little toe. She had stumbled a couple times, crying out in pain, before accepting Jo’s offer for help. Jo had hoisted her onto her back, piggyback style, and uttered no complaint the rest of the way.

When the triplets at long last arrived at the gravel parking area, fewer than ten yards from where they had parked, the gloomy, fearful silence lifted off of them like a heavy blanket. Mabel burst into giggles so abruptly that Jo was startled, “Whoa, Mabey,” she asked, with an uncomprehending smile, “What’s so funny?” Unable to articulate a reply, Mabel simply buried her face in Jo’s auburn hair, just behind her ear and kept right on giggling. We’re alive! She thought, in disbelief, helpless to put her giddy relief into words, It’s over!

“Mabes?” Dipper said, giving her side a poke. This elicited only more insistent giggles. He met Jo’s eyes, seeing his own smirk mirrored on her face, “I’m pretty sure she’s in shock.”

“Amateur,” Jo remarked sarcastically. Jo knew she could tease all she wanted, but when it came down to it the sound of Mabel’s laugh, the soft quaking of her body, the heat of her breath on Jo’s ear and neck was having a deeply therapeutic effect. She was still reeling a little with the reunion, when only a few hours ago she’d been sure she was a goner.

“How are your feet, Mabes?” Dipper asked, ignoring Jo’s snark, “I have a first aid kit. Do you need medical attention?” Mabel’s laugh crescendoed at Dipper’s serious tone, but she nodded against Jo’s neck. Jo nodded in turn, “Okay,” Dipper said, a crease of worry forming between his brows.

They were just about at the cars, when Mabel managed to get her laughing fit under control enough to gasp out, “There’s a...couch...back of...van.” Dipper dug the keys out of his jeans pocket and pulled open the doors, and hopped in, shrugging off his pack with a small relieved grunt and unbuckling it. Jo squeezed them in past a garment rack bulging with costumes, and set Mabel down gently on the loveseat that sat against one wall of the van’s hold. As Jo plopped down beside her with a grateful sigh, Mabel shrugged off her pink camouflage pack and groaned.

“Wow, sitting down feels fucking good,” Jo said in a reverent tone.

Before Mabel could respond, she felt Dipper tentatively lift one of her feet and looked down at him. He was sitting crosslegged by their feet, with the first aid kit beside him, a small bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a just-opened packet of sterile gauze and some bandages laid out in a neat line beside him. He carefully slipped her filthy shoe off and winced. Mabel followed his gaze to her foot in his hand, no more blistered or bloody than it felt, “Yikes,” she said nonetheless.

“This is gonna sting a little,” Dipper said, wetting a piece of gauze with the alcohol, just the way mom had said to every skinned knee of their rambunctious childhoods. And it was an understatement now just as it had been then. Mabel yelped and instinctively recoiled the instant the dampened gauze made contact.

Jo took her hand, lacing their nearly identical fingers, “I got you, Miss Sis,”

Mabel gave her sister a grateful smile, meeting her green eyes, sympathetic behind her glasses, “Thanks, sissy,” When Dipper went back to his careful ministrations, Mabel squeezed her eyes shut and gripped Jolene’s hand tighter, feeling the pressure reassuringly matched.

Dipper did the same for her left foot as he did the right, and glanced up at his sisters as he put the first aid kit back in order. Their clasped hands rested in Mabel’s lap, the knuckles white. Mabel’s face was still pinched, eyes shut against the pain, and her head had fallen to rest against Jo’s shoulder. Jo was resting her cheek against Mabel’s head, her gaze nonetheless glued to Mabel’s face. A weakness came over him suddenly and he felt his eyes prickle, threatening tears. We’re alive, he thought gratefully, and we’re together.

“Ya all right down there, Doc?” Jo asked, and Dipper realized she was looking at him. He nodded stiffly, and stared right back at her. He watched her green eyes search his face, trying to puzzle out what he was feeling. What the hell am I feeling? He asked himself, I’m in shock like Mabel was, for one thing, he noted, but what else? Up at the summit he’d felt a lot of things, fear, love, a lot of anger. But he couldn’t seem to find that anger now. He was sure it was still there, and it’d rear it’s ugly head at some point, but maybe he was just too tired. Right now, I’m just happy to be alive, he realized. Jo was still watching his face and said suddenly, “I love you, too,”

That caught Dipper off guard, and roused Mabel. She had been dozing slightly against Jo’s shoulder, but blinked awake as Dipper managed a slightly bewildered, “Huh?

“Up there,” Jo said, with a jerk of her head meant to indicate the summit, “When you thought you were done for? Before Mabel saved our asses,” Mabel’s mouth quirked up in a small smile, “You said you loved me.”

“I...do love you, Jo-jo,” Dipper repeated, his voice shaking slightly.

“I know, and look,” Jo said, chewing her lip, “I’m sorry I freaked out on you guys. I love you and if you want to kiss or be a couple or whatever, I--, well, you--,” she stopped for a moment, floundering slightly, “Just...do your thing, like. I’m not--, well, I don’t--, you can--,”

“Thanks, Jo, but--” Dipper interjected.

“No, lemme finish,” Jo interrupted, “I love you both more than anything and I want you to be happy,” she said simply, “End of story. Just…” she cast her eyes down, fascinated suddenly by the dirt beneath her fingernails, “Don’t forget about me,”

“We could never, you dumdum,” Mabel assured her, “We love you too much,” her eyes met Dipper’s, and they were both thinking the same thing, the elephant in the car again. Mabel cleared her throat nervously, “The thing is, um… While having your blessing is swanky ‘n’ all, we were kinda… maybe wondering about something else.”

“You were right, Jo,” Dipper said, the flush rising in his face giving away his nerves, “Before you...left, you accused me of almost kissing you--”

“No, no, GAH, pleeeease forget I ever said that!!!” Jo cut him off, hiding her face in her hands.

“Just, hear me out, please,” Dipper went on, “You were right. You were completely right. I was going to kiss you.” Jo let out an indecipherable whine, “And if that freaks you out, like, because I’m, y’know, your brother,” which would be totally fucking reasonable, Dipper’s doubts reminded him, “Then tell me to shut up about it and I’ll shut up about it,” Jo made no sound and Mabel smiled at Dipper and gave him a small nod that seemed to say you’re doing great, “But if it freaked you out because… you maybe wanted me to kiss you--”

“AGH! Yes, okay!” Jo cried out suddenly, tearing her face from her hands. Her cheeks were bright red, her glasses smudged but not detracting in the slightest from the way her eyes blazed, “I wanted to kiss you, okay?!” Her voice was quickly dropping from agitation to hurt, “But you’re with Mabes now and that’s fine, that’s dandy, I’ll--”

“No, Jo, I still want to kiss you,” Dipper cut her off, and she stared at him mutely, “I want to kiss both of you,”

“Let the record show I also totes wanna kiss you,” Mabel interjected, nestling her head closer against Jo’s neck. How does she make that sound so casual? Dipper wondered, While I’m over here sounding like a babbling idiot?

“Wha...Mabes?” Jo looked down at Mabel, who nervously met her eyes, “You...wanna what?”

“You heard me, Miss Sis,” Mabel said, lifting her head from Jo’s shoulder to look her dead in the eye, “However, I love you bunches, so I’ll repeat it anywho. I, Mabel Pines, would like to smooch you, Jolene Pines.” Apparently, that was all the urging Jo needed, because no sooner did the words leave Mabel’s lips than they were replaced by her sister’s. The kiss was so sudden, it took both of them by surprise. Mabel felt Jo’s hesitation, after only a split second, felt her urge to pull back and redoubled her efforts. She kissed back purposefully, trying hard to give Jo some sense of how much she was loved. She marvelled at the feel of Jolene’s lips, so much softer than Dipper’s, yet somehow so much more forceful. Jo’s kiss was fierce in much the same way that Dipper’s was sweet.

Reluctantly, Jo broke the kiss. She didn’t want it to end, no, she never wanted it to end, but the chaos of her thoughts was becoming too loud. What is happening, what is happening, did I really just do that? Her stomach ached with anxiety, sure that she would open her eyes and find only rejection. There was no way, just no way that she could be included, wanted, loved, the way Mabel and Dipper loved each other. Cautiously she opened her eyes, only to see the same love and enthusiasm bright on Mabel’s face that she had felt in her kiss, “I…” she began, hopelessly searching for what to say.

“That was fun,” Mabel said, her tongue poking out mischievously.

“I…” Jo said again,

“I love you, Jo-jo,” Mabel said, tenderly smoothing Jo’s frazzled hair, “And I want you to be a part of...this,” she said with a vague gesture to the three of them, “Whatever it is, and Dip does too.”

Jo turned to look back at Dipper, still seated on the floor with the first aid kit laid out beside him. His face belied the emotions warring within. Seeing Jo and Mabel kiss was undeniably...exciting, and deeply heartening, but somehow also discouraging. Where Jo had welcomed Mabel with an enthusiastic kiss, she had greeted his own admission with only confusion and belligerence. He could not ignore the sinking feeling in his chest that the only piece missing from this puzzle was Jo wanting him back.

“Get up here, nerd,” she said, scooting closer to Mabel and patting the small space to her left. Dipper’s muscles protested as he unfolded himself, standing up just to plop himself beside Jo. It was a cramped fit, and feeling her body pressed against his side was only confusing him more, “Is this true?” she asked, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Yeah,” Dipper said, nodding, even more nervous now that he was being asked point blank, “I mean, yes, definitely. I love you and I want you to be part of this. Like Mabel said.”

Jo nodded thoughtfully, “Aaaand you want to kiss me?”

“Yes, Jo! How many times do I have--” The kiss should not have surprised him as much as it did. He had just watched her do the same to Mabel, and yet, her lips caught him absolutely off guard. They were as soft as Mabel’s, the delightful melting softness that he suspected to be habit-forming, yet her kiss was completely different. Where Mabel’s was all sweetness and playfulness, Jo’s was an ardent challenge. Before he knew what he was doing, he was responding to the challenge, his tongue eagerly meeting hers, his hand finding the back of her neck and pulling her closer. He felt something softly nudge his face and peeked one eye open to see Mabel planting soft kisses down Jo’s temple and along her cheek. He relished Jo’s soft sigh in his mouth as Mabel’s lips fluttered softly along Jo’s ear and down to her neck.

Mabel had crawled half into Jo’s lap, eager to kiss more of her, keenly aware of the intensity of the kiss she and Dipper were sharing. She was surprised to find little jealousy in herself, any twinge of it only a result of wanting more of this. As if sensing her hunger, Jo pulled her lips from Dipper’s, moving at once back to Mabel’s. Her hands found Mabel’s waist and pulled her fully into her lap so she was straddling her, before looping her arms around Mabel’s neck and deepening their kiss. Wanting to replicate the sigh that had driven him crazy a moment before, Dipper brought his lips to Jo’s ear, kissing it ever so lightly before moving to kiss the hollow behind her earlobe. There it is, he thought triumphantly, hearing a soft whimper that cut through to his core. One hand tugged the neck of Jo’s tee shirt aside so he could kiss down to her collarbone, while the other found Mabel’s hip. At the unexpected touch, she bucked slightly against Jo’s lap, surprising all three of them. They all pulled back for a moment, meeting each other’s eyes, each glazed with the heat of want and discovery.

It was only an instant before they dived back in, hands and mouths curious and hungry. They were each amazed by how the other tasted and felt and sounded. Dipper and Jo discovered particular delight in how easily they could get a rise out of Mabel, how eagerly she responded to even these fairly modest touches. None of them could say quite how long they had been there, parked with the back doors of the vans still ajar, rolling around on the cramped little loveseat. Dipper was sitting with Jo in his lap, both of them alternately and simultaneously kissing while teasing and caressing Mabel, who was half curled up against Dipper, often peppering each of them with kisses.

With an abruptness that shocked both her siblings, Jo jumped suddenly to her feet. For a moment, they feared they had offended somehow, that she had had some sudden second thoughts. But one look at the impish grin on her face assured them that nothing was wrong. Mabel and Dipper watched as she jumped down from the van and scampered towards Aoshima/The Chariot, “To be continued at home!” She called back in a singsong voice, cackling joyfully as she hopped into the driver’s seat. Dipper and Mabel turned to each other, and exchanged a bewildered look before both busting into a grin. The smiles did not leave their faces as they securely shut the back of the van, climbed into the front and got on the road, letting Jolene lead the way home.

THE END

[yurisplitsetsky-blog]

Psssst, hey! I really like your blog, and if its not too much trouble, could you maybe write a fanfictipn for Otayuri? Any headcannon you like best for either of them is great! Could they maybe find a box of kittens? That would be the best thing. Ily

HELL YEAH I CAN

sorry this took so long to get to, I’ve been away from my computer and don’t have this blog on mobile! 

I’m definitely in the works of writing an otayuri fanfic, but tbh I suck hella balls at writing lengthy fanfiction so I’m really trying to knock this out of the park! 

[xxcowardicexx]

Dream (day 5)

*I woke up a few hours later, the sun was still out. I wasn’t drunk anymore, which was a plus. I looked out and about, the sun was lowering in the sky, but it seemed to have a few hours left. The fire was out, or at least smoldering, and there was no food ready, I wasn’t suprised. And even less suprised to see “Beautiful” not around.*

*I sat up, stretched, and checked my right foot. Believe it or not it was actually fully healed. Still a little tender, but the cut was healed over. I stood for the first time in what felt like forever, my body was slightly sore, but I’ve felt a lot worse. Stretched some more, it helped release some tense spots I had, I was feeling a lot better actually.*

*I strode over to that big oak I saw her picking some vines, and pulled some vines myself, they were young but strong. Which gave me some ideas on how I could use them. First I went to gather sticks for the fire and maybe a spear, I had that stone chunk by the fire that I could use as a blade. My mind was going into its survival mode.*

*walking through the forest at the time of day was rather pleasant, there was a chilly breeze but the sun was warm, I had gathered a pile of sticks and tied them together with a vine, and tied that on a strong sturdy branch that was about my height I continued to walk on until*

“Psst” it was almost unhearable, if I wasn’t watching my step and trying to remain as quiet as possible I wouldn’t of heard it. I looked left, I looked right very quickly. I didn’t see anything, until I heard it again.

“Psssst” I looked around closer, watching the shadows and making sure I wasn’t being stalked. It sounded like it was coming from ahead, then, I saw it. It slowly materialized out of the shade of a tree, the grinning man had returned. The sight of it started to make my blood boil.

“I fucking swear I’ll wipe that grin right off your face. Don’t mess with me” I whispered quietly.

*the grinning man held up a tendril in front of it sheepish grin.*

“Shhh” it was quiet as the wind passing my ear.

*and it indicated for me to come closer. I balled my paw into a fist, ready for it to try something. It’s smile only grew larger as my anger against it grew, I collected myself as I got to the tree, it pointed past the tree off through the shrubbery. I got up against the tree, watching it until I looked at what it was pointing at.*

*I was down wind, a good distance away. But I defiantly smell and see what was going on. My heart began to race, my ears folded down, and I looked back at the grinning man, who had dematerialized with a slight chuckle. “Damn” was the only thing going through my mind.*

*It was a good distance away, but I saw two animals, one that I was pretty sure was “beautiful” and there was another, an exotic looking canine male, who’s fur was light brown and tan. He seemed like he wasn’t from here, but apperently knew her a lot better than I did. I pulled back behind the tree, and put my back against it. I rested my head against the trunk and closed my eyes, took a deep breath.*

*they were apparently lovers of some sort, I sighed a heavy sigh, I couldn’t help but see the image of them mating behind my eyelids, damn that grinning man for tormenting me. But he wouldn’t win. I cleared my mind, letting go of the lust that was arousing me. The jealousy of that lucky dog whoever he was. I took a deep breath and sighed slowly.*

*the wind was stirring, which proped my ears up. Fuck I gotta get out of here before they catch my sent. I peeked around again for a split second, to see if they noticed me. Then I lowered down to all 4s and snuck away, away from them and the personal space that I didn’t want to be intruding on.*

* it took about 20 to 30 minutes to finally get back to the camp, the fire was still smoldering as I sat down. I untied the bundle of sticks from my walking staff, and added them to the fire with some leaves, the embers started catching on the dried leaves and started to burn a good small fire.*

* I grabbed the shard of stone that was once embedded into my foot. And grabbed the walking stick I had gotten earlier and started cleaning it up, I made a handle and cut a slot out for the blade, I then notched out around the pole. I put the blade in the slot and wrapped the vine around it securing it into the notches. I tried moving the blade but it was pretty secure, and like that I had a fishing spear.*

* I stood up with my spear, and walked to the pond. The edge of the pond reflected the sunlight, as I watched I didn’t see any fish. Slowly I prowled the shoreline I gradually made my way to the waterfall, I was curious, it’s normally a cliche that there was a secret cave behind it, and so far there seemed to be one. With each step the ground was more moist, mud squished between my padded paws. Ew..*

* I made my way back behind the waterfall. And oh was I right about those “secret” caves, it seemed that there was a small pond back here, the sunlight glimmered through the falling water. The sunlight reflected off the small pond, casting a reflection off the surface and illuminating the walls, they seemed to be a greenish hued crystal. Which caused the walls to shine a bluish green, it was spectacular. There wasn’t much room though. The pond had fish swimming around through small caverns, that they made home I assumed. The ground was like a smooth stone, and the back part of the pond had a small indentation within the wall. The air was cool and crisp, this place seemed cozy enough, I wonder if this is where she came to hunt her fish.*

* I stood at the back of the pond, the fish were swimming around in the water, I aimed my spear and got ready to throw it. But I hesitated.. these fish were just swimming around minding their own business, they seemed so peaceful. I sighed a sigh of regret and thanks for this opportunity and meal. And hurled the spear, skewering a fish. It flailed about as blood spread in the water until it stopped struggling. I stepped into the shallows and reached for the handle, pulling my catch.*

* I pulled the fish off and set it on the cold stone, I aimed again. Offered thanks and cast my spear, and my aim was true. I pulled the second fish out. During that time there were a few thoughts running through my head. But as they came to my mind, I used logic to counter act it.*

“Hmm…” I thought aloud.

*might take a while, but I think I could make this a cozy den, just needed a bigger fire, maybe actually make a bed here and have a cool place to dry some meat and save it for later.*

*hmm thought for another day. I made my way out from behind the waterfall, making a list of things I’ll need to gather tomorrow. And how I was gonna cook this fish, I started thinking about things I need to make things easier to do around here.*

*I went to the forest edge and gathers some more sticks and leaves, the sun was starting to set, I set the fish near the fire and use the top of my spear to clean and gut the fish, and prop them up by the fire.*

*after a while the sun sets and begets the silence of night. I picked a fish up, began eating.*

*as I ate I heard a splash in the pond, I looked over at the pond and saw a shadowy figure in there. I looked, taking a bite of fish, as it emerged it shook the water off. Walked over to the fire and sat down, I looked at her, she seemed in a better mood. It made me smile*

*she looked at me, with eyes that were… different.*

“What are you so smug about.”

“You seem in a better mood” I replied

“You could say that” she said slowly

“Something bothering you?” I asked concerned

“.. were you in the woods today?” She said staring at me.

*taking a bite of fish* “yeah, why what’s up”

*she looked at me like if I knew, which I looked back inquisitively*

*she looked away for a second then back at me reasured,*

“It doesn’t seem that it bothers you that much.” She said coldly, I smiled

“What?” I replied

“That I was gone for so long.” She replied back with a smile.

*finishing the last bite of fish I threw the stick in the fire*

“Well, you are your own person, how you spend time is up to you. So far im great full that you spent any time with me at all. Like my right foot is healed and i finaly was able to gather food and tools.”

* I held up the fishing spear*

“But it’s left me pretty tired, so I’m going to hit the hay”

“You mean leaves?” She retorted, which made me laugh.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.” I said laying down on the leaves, and I slowly closed my eyes…

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biiig chiimquisitor update!

With a few cameos about my warden, Cloudy (and maybe about my champion Mishka too)

Leliana says something about Briala having had a past with Celenne and Chiim is basically like DIRTY COURT GOSSIP???? TELL ME MORE shameless

When asked who to bring along, it basically went like this: I can’t NOT take Vivienne to a BALL please!! And Dorian? Oh, he’ll love it! He deserves a treat anyways, I’ve dragged him through such “dreadful” areas. And Varric! He’ll be sure to wind some fun tales from the evening.

Chiim in formal clothes was amazing. But like. Vivienne trying to wrestle them into it. Dorian dying of laughter on the couch in the background. Chiim: WHY IS THIS JUST A SEVEN FOOT LENGTH OF BLUE FABRIC. WHAT DO I DO WITH IT. IS IT TO TIE UP MY ENEMIES? Vivienne: nO INQUISITOR THAT IS YOUR SASH AND CUMBERBUND M A K E R PLS They manage to finally get Chiim into the tunic. But they weren’t having it with the pants, Chiim won the battle and got to wear thigh-high travel-worn boots with like. Kneepads. Amazing. Truly a LookTM. Chiim fashion at its finest.

Josie: Before you enter the ballroom... you EVERY WORD AND ACTION WILL BE JUDGED SO YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR Chiim: sooo no jumping on the furniture like a goat then, I take it? Josie: *nearly has a stroke* please don’t

Empress: We look forward to watching you dance Chiim: *internally* “we look forward to watching you dance” yeah they just wanna be assholes and see how in the wooooorld someone dances with such ‘heavy monstrosities’ on their head hAVE THEY EVEN SEEN THEIR OWN HATS y’all just racist assholes what a pile of pricks Chiim: A pleasure. If you’ll excuse me *bows gracefully and scuttles away*

Chiim: So, Yvette, any FUN STORIES ABOUT JOSIE???? *nearly bouncing up and down in excitement* Yvette: oh, there was that time when we were ten- Josie: NO Yvette: or how about that time you accidentally melted- Josie: STOP Yvette: or that time you spilt sauce all over- Josie: YveTTE Yvette: she still plays with her dolls when no one’s looking!! Josie: *covering yvette’s mouth and laughing* I DON’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT

Apparently full white masks were used in orlesian theater for roles with no clear gender. I mean I know they’re talking about spirits. But. I’m just saying. If Chiim had an orlesian mask, it would be a full white one.

Chiim: oh look, cullen is surrounded by ladies. Ladies: would you like a drink? a dance? Cullen: No thank you, I’m not thirsty. Chiim: and he has no idea they’re flirting with him in the SLIGHTEST. I’d best go save him.

Chiim: *wandering the balconies* an awful lot of drinks and bottles scattered around on this table for an empty balcony... hrm... I SUSPECT A MEETING HAS OCCURRED HERE it later turned out that’s where gaspard hangs out so he probs met with florianne there

Chiim: these elvhen servants are literally leaving blood tracks behind I mean seriously????? even I can tell???? I thought the game was supposed to be subtle

Dorian: *reminiscing about tevinter balls* It’s lacking only a few sacrificial slaves and some blood magic! But the night IS young Chiim: *just raises eyebrow* Dorian: ooh, but you ought to dance with me before we go Chiim: *is SO OVER IT bc still reeling from WOW ORLESIAN ASSHOLES* hm Dorian: *cajoles* Chiim: okay, m a y b e Dorian: you sure you don’t want to dance with the evil magister? it’d certainly be s h o c k i n g~ Chiim: mmm tempting Dorian: if you could find me ten silk scarves I’ve got a dance that would REALLY shock them *wink wonk* Chiim: good thing I’m a rogue and every lady is wearing twenty-seven then, I’ll be back in a jiffy ;D

Chiim: psssst dorian, distract everybody in this courtyard while I climb this terrace! Dorian: that’ll need to be quite a big distraction then, to pry everyone away from the qunari inquisitor, IN dress clothes, climbing a terrace during the great ball NOT TO MENTION providing everyone with a great view of dat ass Chiim: so? Dorian: already on it dear

Leliana’s obsession with shoes is very intelligent and I love her. In other news: !!!!!! M O R R I G A N AHHHHHH

Chiim: *is impatient and jumps on a couch to reach some incriminating papers on the table* Courtiers: ooh that inquisitor, he must have some sort of... strength to make up for his BOORISH manners *loses a point of approval* Chiim: Josie’s gonna kill me

Chiim plays the politics game, does really nice. Back at the keep everyone is like !!! wow, I was really impressed!! I didn’t know you could pull that off???? Chiim: heh, yeah, Dorian and Vivienne and Leliana coached me in niceties and playacting (and Leliana in some added ShenanigansTM) Josie: AND YOU STILL JUMPED ON THE FURNITURE Chiim: *deadpan* you can take the ox outta the qunari, but you can’t take the gOAT OUTTA THE CHIIMQUISITOR *runs* Josie: *proceeds to ream chiimquisitor out for approx. 2hr*

Florianne: do you know who can be trusted? Chiim, a person who naturally trusts almost everyone and is weak to growing attached to people: *lies through their teeth* if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s to trust no one

At the ball, and Josie’s all “ohooo! You’ll be the talk of the court for months! We should take you dancing more often!” Chiim: clearly she hasn’t heard about my furniture jumping escapades yet

“Are we going to sneak around the empress’ unmentionables NOW? haha, just how drunk are you, boss?” Varric has officially adopted the Chiimquisitor #CONFIRMED

Chiim: *hears screams for help in the next room* Chiim: *busts into next room, finds harlequin assassin about to take out an elf* Chiim: *just straight up KICKS THE HARLEQUIN OUT THE WINDOW NBD* Chiim: Are you okay? Sorry bout that, my protection instincts kicked in and I just... well. I did say they *kicked* in. Heh. Heheheheh. Varric: Andraste’s bloomers but that was a bad one

Chiim: *fucks things up and talks to morrigan and feels SLIGHTLY better bc liason but also fucked up things for the elves* Dorian: *side-eyes morrigan SO HARD as he walks in WHO IS FLIRTING WITH HIS CHIIMQUISITOR N O W GDI* Dorian: so you charmed the dowager and she wants to marry you to one of her daughters. Told her you’d already left Chiim: (oh thank god) Dorian: You can thank me later. Or now. But you look lost in thought. Something on your mind? Chiim: I fucked up, Dorian. I fucked up bad and now I’m sad but I’ve made the best of a shitty situation. *hunches in on themselves, sighs* Dorian: clearly you need to be distracted. Let’s dance? Chiim: *isn’t a dancer, is so OVER dancing, and the game, and all this shit, but... maybe it’s what they need, and they’ll give it a shot... for Dorian* Chiim: *looks up and tries a smile* I thought you’d never ask.

Chiim gets back to skyhold and IMMEDIATELY mother giselle is all up in everybody’s business and like INQUISITOR CAN I HAVE A MOMENT Chiim, internally: LET ME MOURN MY FUCKUP. LET ME MOURN IT IN PEACE. Chiim: *sighs and puts on a placating smile and tone* How can I help you, revered mother? ... Josie: yes, and we’ll take care of it LATER right now give the Chiimquisitor a BREAK Chiim: bless u, josie. b l e s s y o u

Chiim immediately bonds greatly with Morrigan, mostly over talking about her son. Chiim likes her son. Morrigan is a bit cagey about him, but also likes to talk about him. She’s a proud mother.

(Fun fact: Keiran is probs also trans because Cloudy is dfab and had babbu with Morrigan which means SHENANIGANS were at play and what I’m saying here is that Keiran takes after his trans father) (Speaking of Cloudy shenanigans, he and Zevran have a daughter. She is very cute. During the pregnancy Cloudy refused to see anyone and they disappeared off the map for about 9 months. But afterwards Cloudy comes back and is like !!!!! LOOK AT THIS SMOL!!! I MADE HER!! Zevran helped I guess WOW SHE’S SO CUTE AND GREAT AND SMART) (she grows up to be an absolute terror. Daughter of the warden commander and the leader of the antivan crows, daughter of TWO rogues, one of whom doubles as an assassin? oh pranks and things going missing FOR D A Y S ON END shenanigans never stop) (I have a lot more hcs and things about Cloudy & Zevran’s child - who has a ~mysterious~ older half-brother in keiran - but this is a chiimquisitor post so we continue with the chiimquisition) (sidebar mishka and anders don’t have any kids of their own but they totally adopt like every single child, dog, and cat that comes anywhere near them, their house is super big and always crazy and it’s fantastic; there’s also a chicken. The kids named the chicken cupcake. Main suspects for the chicken’s origin is Aunt Merrill but there have been no confirmations.)

Chiim: Will his... father, be joining us as well? Morrigan: *thinks about cloudy gallivanting off with zevran for a cure to the calling* tis... most unlikely (At that point in time, Cloudy was also experiencing the feeling of the fake calling, but was pregnant with daughter, and just blamed it on the hormones. And Zevran, of course, being neither a warden nor someone who experiences the monthly upheaval that is periods let ALONE pregnancy, just takes his word for it. Sigrun acts as their cover story, telling everyone’ they’re off investigating the calling. Totally works.) (There’s a reason Cloudy’s letter to the inquisition basically read “sounds cool but not my fight have fun I’ll vaguely support from a distance”)

Josie: so. Uh. After the events at the grand ball, apparently Florianne’s trade routes got all tied up, so they sent her over for... judgement. Chiim: Are you SERIOUS??? She’s dead! Box: *flies buzz* Josie: ...and that was the time allotted for a rebuttal. There is- forgive me. *coughs* there is... an odor. Chiim: *clears throat* WHAT FRESH LEVEL OF BULLSHITTERY Chiim: anyways I guess there’s a precedence for this so let’s just send the routes back to them aND GET RID OF THAT BOX (Chiim has clearly been spending Way Too Much time in the library with Dorian if they know about this rANDOMASS PRECEDENCE)

Chiim: I’m worried about my gardening buddy, Blackwall. Josie: Oh? Why’s that? Chiim: he took me out for drinks and then told me about how a dog was killed in his childhood and he didn’t do anything about it???? and then he got weirdly quiet and just left???? like Blackwall. What. The fuck????? Josie: that is strange Chiim: he left a letter on his rockinggriffon. I’m gonna track him down. Josie: please do. I worry about him sometimes.

(side note: if blackwall ever finishes that rockinggriffon it can be a baby shower gift for Cloudy & Zevran and their new bundle of joy heh)

Cassandra: blah blah divine I don’t know what to do but I know what i SHOULD do Chiim: hold up, if neither of you are priestesses and you can be divine, why can’t I be the divine? Cassandra: Well, you’re a man, for one. Plus I think they’re afraid of you. Chiim: Cassandra. My dear. It was a joke. I’m an atheist, tal-vashoth qunari. You couldn’t PAY me enough to be the divine.

(In all honesty though Chiim would have made for a fantastic scout, like WHO decided Chiim ought to be in charge of Politics and all these Important Things???? Cassandra why are we letting u make these decisions)

Sera: Ugh, that place. Should have thrown in some bees and slammed the door. Chiim: I dunno, seems more like a job for earwigs to me. Sera: Y E S

Chiim: *hanging out on the roof* Hey, Sera, what do you think of Dorian? Sera: You’re having it off with him, you don’t need me talking. (But I do anyway ;D) Chiim: *laughs* more than one thing is having off when I’m with him, harr harr Sera: Ew, gross! *laughs and happily bumps shoulders with Chiim*

So you know how elfroot has been lore/meta confirmed for being a recreational drug? And you know how it’s confirmed that the inquisitor has a strange obsession with it? Yeah, well only those in the inner circle know how laughable it is that Chiim indulges in the stuff: the only indulging happening here is haPPY GARDENING. heh.

Chiim: *talks to solas, mentions how much they’re torn up about briala* Solas: ... what? why do I care? oooh the elf thing, yeah, I don’t think of myself as an elf so... Chiim: I try to have a moment, why do i even try, it’s SOLAS, he’s a shitbag...

Chiim: What’s your thoughts on elvhen culture? Solas: ... ask Sera, she’s got... opinions. Chiim: I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS SERA BASHING YOU RUDEASS SHITHOLE Solas: sorry. I’m just... jealous. Sorry. Chiim: damn right.

ps when Chiim was first learning to be an assassin 100% they would stealth, sneak up behind unsuspecting companions, stab them in the ankle with a butter knife and yell “I STAB U IN THE LEG AND ABSCOND” and laugh hysterically as they run away Dorian is just standing there like “did u just poke me with your fingernail??”

Vivienne wants the heart of this wyvern, and won’t tell Chiim what for... Chiim is slightly suspicious, but is gonna do it anyways. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here like THIS BETTER NOT BE AN ANDERS BETRAYAL AGAIN DOn’T YOU DO THAT TO ME VIVIENNE

Dorian: and now you’ve got an empress eating out of your hand, makes for a perfect mental image Chiim: (dorian what are you thinking??? is this a kink thing????) Dorian: all this dancing, murder, politics, almost makes me a bit homesick Chiim: so we should do that kind of thing again? Dorian: watch as you twist an entire empire around your little finger? *bedroom voice* ABSOLUTELY. Chiim: so it.... IS a kink thing??? I don’t get it, but ok. ... Chiim: wanna makeout against this dragon statue over here? Dorian: sure, I’m down Chiim: nice

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sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

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psssst. have you heard? we’re looking for some wanted connections! ❅ our hospital is in need of staff! surgeons, doctors, nurses, administrative staff, oh my! ❅ our mayor elect is looking for her wife, to keep her from going completely looney due to job-related stress, as she takes office in the new year. age is mid to late 30s, but all other details are up to player. ❅ a local radio station manager would love to bring her first serious girlfriend home for christmas this year ❅ the high school varsity football coach, whose high school ex is going to roll into town this christmas, like the human wrecking ball that she is, with his sixteen year old daughter in tow that he had no idea existed. suggested face claims include logan browning, or nathalie emmanuel, age is 34, but all other details are up to player. ❅ a local hair dresser’s apprentice is getting a real surprise this year, when a half brother she didn’t know she had shows up in town, looking to get to know his big sister. suggested face claim is ben plat, age would be mid-20s, but all other details are up to player. ❅ various siblings to beef up families, with various details and fcs up to players: — local bartender sadie aberdeen’s big sister, rosemary. suggested fc is caitlin kinnunen, age is early 30s — kindergarten teacher eloise frost’s two siblings and her dad. they’ve been a tight knit group since her mother passed away — virginia smith, head chef at a local inn, is missing a two siblings — paramedic morris reeves jr. would love his mom. after losing his dad when he was 14, they’re all the other has. age is early 50s, suggested fc is gabrielle union ❅ partners, divorcees, the ones that got away, and more! click the image or discord invite below to take a look, because there’s a lot a lot of other connections.

--- we are a literate, appless discord-based roleplay, set in leavenworth, washington - a very real, teeny tiny town, with very made up businesses. there is no character cap in effect and with times being as stressful and busy as they are, we’re super understanding when it comes to activity, because everyone is doing the best they can. we are lgbtq+ friendly, and poc friendly! i would love you forever if we got to see some more of each, and our first non-binary characters join us! make us the home of your favourite ic drama, and your fluffiest, christmas and hallmark-movie based roleplay and shipping dreams! ping us with your questions, or click here to hop on our server: https://discord.gg/76rAB69BGn ❅❅❅ welcome to leavenworth, washington, america's ultimate holiday town. from annual traditions to monthly festivals and everything in between, there's always something happening here, and city council is always up to something exciting. for decades, leavenworth has been a top tourist destination on the pacific coast, and more than a million tourists visit every year for a taste of northwestern hospitality.

thanksgiving is over, and with the holiday season fast approaching, everyone's favourite little bavaria is about to make its annual transformation into a snowy, twinkly, magical slice of the north pole in the pacific northwest. there's magic in the air, and the snow hasn't stopped since october. santa's village is going up in the town square, where a giant christmas tree is already in the place of honour, to be lit by the mayor as part of opening festivities for the holiday season.

it's a time for giving, forgiving, and a time for locals to come together. a time for endings, for starting fresh, and second, third, fourth, and seventh chances.

happy christmas!

--- walking in a winter wonderland.

[hfsodihfoifuweoi]

sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

---

psssst. have you heard? we’re looking for some wanted connections! ❅ our hospital is in need of staff! surgeons, doctors, nurses, administrative staff, oh my! ❅ our mayor elect is looking for her wife, to keep her from going completely looney due to job-related stress, as she takes office in the new year. age is mid to late 30s, but all other details are up to player. ❅ a local radio station manager would love to bring her first serious girlfriend home for christmas this year ❅ the high school varsity football coach, whose high school ex is going to roll into town this christmas, like the human wrecking ball that she is, with his sixteen year old daughter in tow that he had no idea existed. suggested face claims include logan browning, or nathalie emmanuel, age is 34, but all other details are up to player. ❅ a local hair dresser’s apprentice is getting a real surprise this year, when a half brother she didn’t know she had shows up in town, looking to get to know his big sister. suggested face claim is ben plat, age would be mid-20s, but all other details are up to player. ❅ various siblings to beef up families, with various details and fcs up to players: — local bartender sadie aberdeen’s big sister, rosemary. suggested fc is caitlin kinnunen, age is early 30s — kindergarten teacher eloise frost’s two siblings and her dad. they’ve been a tight knit group since her mother passed away — virginia smith, head chef at a local inn, is missing a two siblings — paramedic morris reeves jr. would love his mom. after losing his dad when he was 14, they’re all the other has. age is early 50s, suggested fc is gabrielle union ❅ partners, divorcees, the ones that got away, and more! click the image or discord invite below to take a look, because there’s a lot a lot of other connections.

--- we are a literate, appless discord-based roleplay, set in leavenworth, washington - a very real, teeny tiny town, with very made up businesses. there is no character cap in effect and with times being as stressful and busy as they are, we’re super understanding when it comes to activity, because everyone is doing the best they can. we are lgbtq+ friendly, and poc friendly! i would love you forever if we got to see some more of each, and our first non-binary characters join us! make us the home of your favourite ic drama, and your fluffiest, christmas and hallmark-movie based roleplay and shipping dreams! ping us with your questions, or click here to hop on our server: https://discord.gg/76rAB69BGn ❅❅❅ welcome to leavenworth, washington, america's ultimate holiday town. from annual traditions to monthly festivals and everything in between, there's always something happening here, and city council is always up to something exciting. for decades, leavenworth has been a top tourist destination on the pacific coast, and more than a million tourists visit every year for a taste of northwestern hospitality.

thanksgiving is over, and with the holiday season fast approaching, everyone's favourite little bavaria is about to make its annual transformation into a snowy, twinkly, magical slice of the north pole in the pacific northwest. there's magic in the air, and the snow hasn't stopped since october. santa's village is going up in the town square, where a giant christmas tree is already in the place of honour, to be lit by the mayor as part of opening festivities for the holiday season.

it's a time for giving, forgiving, and a time for locals to come together. a time for endings, for starting fresh, and second, third, fourth, and seventh chances.

happy christmas!

--- walking in a winter wonderland.