#shes not allowed to jump up on other furniture but if someone comes and sits on her couch with her SHE GETS SO EXCITED AND CUDDLY

[ggreeeenheart]

subjecting everyone to the visage of my mom's Christmas Puppy

[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 6.5; Part 8 this has come out waaaaaaayyyyy longer than I thought it would I will be copying this to AO3 at some point CW: Talking about Self Harm and finding better coping mechanisms

Remus was going to strangle James.

And Sirius.

And Regulus for good measure.

"I'm sorry?"

James jumped in, "Remember how, in first year, Sirius was telling us about his little sister? Then in the second year, he said she died but he wasn't really upset about it? And we were all confused because he never told us about his brother?"

Remus stared at him, then slowly turned to Regulus.

Regulus gave a small, awkward wave. Then he shrugged and cleared his throat. "Honestly, I feel like I should have known given how quickly he accepted me. And how he seemed to know more than I did at times. That summer was... eventful. But he wrote Dumbledore and everything, making sure I was in the right dorm and my paperwork had the right name. I'm still not sure how he kept it all from our parents."

"They still don't know, right?" James was looking at Regulus with concern. The implications of that, that Regulus spent his summers as someone he wasn't, hit Remus hard.

Regulus closed his eyes, one hand coming up to rub his forehead. "While I was packing to come back this year, Mother came into my room. She saw..."

Remus, still sitting close to Regulus, reached out to take his hand. He squeezed it gently, reassuringly. Regulus looked up at him gratefully.

"Evan keeps most of my stuff for me. Over the summer. I-" He sighed. "I knew it would happen eventually but- I guess I was just-" He paused to collect his thoughts. "I was hoping that if I could just wait it out, until I came of age, I could still inherit the title and..."

Regulus pulled his hand back and pressed the heels into his eyes.

James moved the food out of the way and came up to Regulus' other side. "Can we hold you?"

Regulus shook his head and rubbed his eyes hard. He looked up, eyes trained on the ceiling. "I'm fine."

It was James' turn to shake his head. "No. You're not. You've been abused and forced to endure things no one our age should even have to think about. And you’ve been pretending to be someone you're not on top of everything. You are allowed to not be okay. You are allowed to cry and scream and break things and be held and shown love and whatever else you need."

James held his hand out for Regulus to take. After a moment, he did.

James went on, using his no-nonsense quidditch captain voice. "What you are not allowed to do, is bottle this up until you need to hurt yourself. You are not allowed to hate yourself. And you are not going back to that house."

Tears were rolling down Regulus' cheeks now. Remus held his arms open in invitation and the taller boy slumped against him. James took Regulus' legs into his lap.

They stayed like that for a long time. Remus running his fingers through Regulus' hair, James rubbing soothing circles along his shins.

Their peace was disrupted by a knock on the door. Peter's voice drifted through the door. "Umm...Siri wants to know if you guys are decent."

James laughed and Remus called, "You can come in, Tails."

Regulus sat up and scrubbed his eyes, turning his face away from the door as it opened slowly.

Peter stuck his head in with a hand over his eyes. James snorted. "We're all dressed Pete."

Peter slowly lowered his hand and shuffled in.

"What's up Pads?" Remus was trying really hard not to laugh as Sirius appeared behind Peter like he was using the smaller boy as a human shield.

When he saw the trio just sitting on the bed, Sirius bounced back to his normal, hyperactive self. "It's lunch! And you guys have been up here for HOURS!"

He flopped onto the double bed, sprawling across James' now empty lap. Peter was standing nearby looking at the change in furniture apprehensively.

Remus smiled at him. "Don't worry, Pete. This is just for convenience."

Sirius sat up to assess, then nodded derisively. "Definitely enough room." He then proceeded to change into Padfoot and rested his head in Regulus' lap.

Regulus froze with his hands in the air, unsure how to handle this new development.

James was laughing and Remus sighed. "Pads, this was not for you."

Sirius changed back, looking heartbroken. "So... I can't..."

James gave Remus a disapproving look. "Of course you can still come to us, Pads. Just, make sure you ask when your brother is up here."

Sirius looked at said brother confused. "You aren't moving up here?"

Regulus looked uncomfortable so Remus jumped in. "He can go back and forth whenever he wants. He's allowed to spend time alone and with his friends. He isn't used to sharing beds all the time like us."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully, then, out of nowhere, proceeded to tackle his brother in a hug. "Sirius! Get off of me!"

James looked like he wanted to help, but Remus shook his head. He could see the underlying affection and exasperation in Regulus' face. The two might have a rocky relationship, but they did love each other.

The brothers wrestled for a moment before Regulus managed to shove Sirius off the bed. The older boy fell to the ground with a hard thump.

"OW!" Sirius sat up from the floor, rubbing his head.

Before he could retaliate, Remus clapped his hands. "Lunch."

He might as well have flipped a switch. Sirius immediately brightened and jumped to his feet.

"Yes!" He bounded over to his wardrobe and shucked off the shirt he was wearing.

While he changed, for some ungodly reason, the trio slid off the bed and found their shoes.

"James, put a shirt on."

At Regulus' admonishment, James looked down in confusion, then realization, before hurrying to pluck a shirt out of his wardrobe.

The five boys then proceeded down the stairs and made their way to lunch. Regulus walked between Remus and James, hands brushing occasionally. He didn't reach for them though, so the boys left it be.

At the entrance to the Great Hall, Regulus murmured a quick goodbye and James and Remus smiled at him. Then they hauled Sirius away before he could start protesting and trying to convince Regulus to eat with them.

James and Remus sat facing the Slytherin table, watching as Regulus was interrogated by his friends. He would look over at them occasionally, clearly amused by his friends' questions. Eventually, one of the girls caught on and followed his gaze.

She gasped, clearly looking at the Mark on Remus' face. She then promptly had everyone else turning to look at them.

Regulus was rolling his eyes, but James smiled and waved. Remus was trying very hard not to blush and focused on his salad.

Sirius was trying to get James to go flying after lunch and Peter had turned to gossip with the girls. Remus borrowed a quill and some parchment from Lily and wrote a note to Regulus. He let James read it before he folded it into a bird and sent it flying over.

James is going flying with your brother; I'll be studying in the library. Feel free to join either of us. Otherwise, we'll see you at dinner. 🔆 🌙

Regulus smiled as he read it, then set it on fire before his friends could snatch it out of his hands.

After lunch, Sirius promptly dragged James outside, so Remus went with Peter and the girls back upstairs. Lily and Mary walked with him to the library, but he declined their offer to sit with them. They shrugged and he made his way to the back of the restricted section.

He wasn't surprised Regulus wasn't there. Remus expected Regulus' friends to not let him out of their sight for the rest of the day.

As it was Sunday, Remus decided to get a head start on this week's homework. Because of the soul bond, the day before—and even the day of—the Full had been manageable. He went back over his notes from Friday just to be sure, but he was confident there was nothing he needed to re-do.

Remus took a minute to appreciate how far he had come in the last two months. Not only had he found his lost Soulmate, but he had also gained a second as well. Both were far more than he ever could have dreamed of finding and he was determined to be deserving of them.

He didn't dare think it, for fear of jinxing himself, but there was a beating deep in his heart daring to dream that maybe, just maybe, his luck really had changed.

@poetrypirate @niad4827

[chandlerxfitzgerald]

Dead Man Walking // self para

The day began like any other for a normal Saturday, Chandler spent the morning putting together his ensemble he planned to wear when he went out later that evening on a casual date. Homework sat untouched until he would cram the following Sunday and the plan was to skip the droll business meeting that was a tradition for the next morning. Morrigan needed her own school work to focus on, so he thought it best giving her the space and not play the distraction. He knew where she would be at all times, in her home, either on her bed or at her desk, proving herself the academic scholar even if that was never enough for some people in this house.

Chandler knew the moment he heard the ear-splitting bellows of his adopted father, he would never make it to the date. He'd been flipping through the script of that drama season's production of Cabaret when the house seemed to shake with blazing wrath sending an imaginary explosion down every hallway and room. The screaming did not come from Douglas's office, it didn't seep from downstairs where the Urie patriarch lost his temper on the housekeepers, no, there was one place and one place only it could have originated and it is a bedroom he knew like the back of his hand. Morrigan.

He had immediately bolted from his seat and planned on jumping to her rescue, but Douglas was aware what action his adopted son would take the minute the yelling started. Chandler tried the door, turning the handle every which way, and finding someone secured the lock from the other side. "No, no, no, no...." The panic in his voice rose as he continued wiggling the knob with more urgency. "Morrigan!" Chandler began banging the palm of his hand against the hard wood, hoping and praying by some miracle she would hear him calling for her, as if Douglas magically decided against what he planned on doing to his daughter just because Chandler begged.

As much as Chandler persisted, the door wouldn't budge. Some time passed, minutes, hours, who knew how long, but he stopped fighting for an escape before he finally heard the click again. It's ridiculous allowing his imagination run wild briefly, that the shouts and struggling from the other side were fever hallucinations brought forth by long practices and surviving on energy beverages. That as soon as the door would swing open, he would see Morrigan Urie with the rare smile on her face only the male had a knack for giving her. Instead, much to his disappointment, there stood a Urie crony. Chandler didn't remember his name, hardly mattered, but he cannot forget the man's death grip.

Chandler was more or less dragged from his room with every profanity spilling from his lips the entire way and forced in the direction of Douglas' office. They passed Morrigan's empty room, sending an icy suspicion through the young teenager on where she ended up and erasing the fear from his mind, before the pair reached the office. His captor unceremoniously shoved him inside the pitch black room and slammed the door behind him, not wasting the time watching Chandler almost struggling with regaining his footing. "You piece of shit!" Chandy rammed a fist against the oak door in frustration and turned around, expecting Douglas to be sitting in his chair at the carved desk.

The first thing Chandler noticed set on the desk itself was an open laptop. The only illuminating light, the focal point. A browser window covered the screen, whatever had been pulled up appeared bad quality, and it became clear that was due to the lighting within what the camera pointed at. This windowless room, the concrete walls, the minimal furniture. The location did not click for Chandler until he made the journey across the office and planted his feet in front of the computer. This, this was live security feed. The dungeon, a prison with an intended purpose for those who angered Douglas. And there, huddled on the dingy bed sleeping was... "Momo." That's it. Their father knew. How much is a guessing game, but judging by the fact she was locked away, he wanted a name. Chandler desperately needed to speak with her, find a solution to even pass a secret message to Desmond, who always knew how to solve their problems when they needed him.

"Oh, Morri..." He uttered in a hushed whisper. Chandler barely processed the state his best friend was in before the video showed Douglas unlock the door and entered the room with an imposing stance that reeked the threat of consequences. One word came through the audio, name, something Morri wouldn't ever provide for the safety of that boy. The lovesick boy, his sister's joy source from the moment they met. Chandler prayed their father would relent and leave to try another day when she didn't give him what he wanted, but he knew the next stage in Douglas' playbook.

His gaze followed every step the man took toward the cabinet and remove the whip, nausea and horror already mixing inside the teenager's stomach for what was about to happen. He didn't want to watch, he couldn't, not as Morrigan kneeled at her father's feet. Chandler needed to scream at her never to do such a thing and grant the asshole any satisfaction submitting, but what was she to do but take the punishment? "No...no, god, please-" The first whip crack sliced through the air with a deafening snap and mixed with Morri's agonizing screams, forcing his own from his lips as if either of them could hear it. "Stop it! Just stop it!"

Whip after whip, countless and each as brutal as the next, sliced through Morrigan's flesh and sent flecks of her blood coating both the whip and Douglas' emotionless features. After the last strike finally came to pass, Chandler couldn't bear watching any longer. By the time Douglas was refused the name and finally left the room, it clicked in his mind why that monster wanted him to play witness. Punishment for his involvement in the cover-up. Sooner or later, Douglas would demand a name from him too but not before he broke first.

The footage showed the dungeon door opening again, revealing not the old man, but Dezzie. This unkempt version of him is something Chandy wasn't accustomed to seeing. He looked exhausted, sporting a broken nose courtesy of Douglas, and his own punishment the Fitzgerald boy was not envious of. Cleaning the mess and seeing Morrigan's state with his own two eyes. He watched his brother mournfully, but that slightly changed when he noticed something. A small movement of a foot, Desmond lingering by the table, filling Chandler with a hopeful spark. But it wouldn't last.

It was nightfall before the same witless goon retrieved him again, leading the boy back to be confined in a bedroom that did not look the same as when he left it. Somebody took the time to stripe the blankets and pillow case from his bed, every article of clothing was missing from his wardrobe, and the temperature. It was like stepping into an ice box in the middle of Antarctica. No coat or covers in sight, he would be forced to sleep in the frigid cold. Chandler wrapped his arms tightly around himself and climbed on his bed, huddling in the hopes he could conserve heat and fighting to erase the images of his best friend, his sister's torment, from his mind.

But Douglas Urie wasn't about to allow him peace for that is when the true horror of his punishment began. Her screams suddenly blasted throughout his room and diminished what little silence remained. Blaring, loud, the same screams from Morrigan's whipping coming through the speaker of his intercom by the doorway. That fucker, that heartless abomination had recorded his little torture session with his daughter and subjected his adopted son in a reminder that her agony was his fault. Chandler pressed the palms of his hands to his ears, squeezing his eyes tightly, and releasing a yell of anguish. He prayed to any god it would end with however many minutes Douglas spent flogging her, but no....it was played on a continuous loop. All night long.

He didn't sleep a wink.

Chandler lost his will to fight against the goon that dragged him from his room the next morning and once again haphazardly tossed him into Douglas' awaiting office. And there was the laptop, sporting a new feed as Douglas made his grand entrance through the basement's door. The teen dragged himself over where the device sat, shooting his father a glare of pure hatred as the burner phone had been tossed in Morrigan's direction. "Don't do it, Mor. Don't let him get in your head like this." He shook his head slowly, watching the interaction on bated breath. Her sobbing cut through him like a dagger and sliced the male to his deepest core.

What happened next was a blur. Morrigan lunging forward for a knife, screams flying past her lips, in a despairing attempt to cause mortal wounds to her father. Chandler couldn't deny any celebration if she succeeded in killing him, but there are no happy endings for people like them. He released a cry of her name as his hands reached for the laptop, gripping the screen tightly and willing Morri's courage to defeat a villain. But stories prove time and again that villains sometimes win against the good. Chandler's hand flew to his mouth to stifle his cries, growing louder with each punch Morrigan was administered.

It seemed Morrigan had enough. Chandler sunk to the floor laptop still in hand, utilizing the desk's side to lean against exhaustingly. He couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't watch her suffer until she succumbed. A flicker of consideration washed over the young man, just save face and save his sister by giving up Julian. Provide Douglas the name and this would all be over. Before the thought disappeared as he knew it would, Morri beat him to the punch. His gaze flickered over her features in stunned silence. She gave a name, alright, but it wasn't Julian's. His best friend just condemned another to die for the man she loved.

Chandler sat there on the floor until somebody was sent again to bring him back to his room. He anticipated the bedroom's interior to remain changed again, but nothing was different. Instead of the freezing atmosphere, Douglas turned up the heat. Hotter than a sauna, hotter than a desert, it was sweltering. No one could last remaining in this place without going insane. Chandy wiped a hand across his forehead and watched as it came back covered in sweat. "I want you to die..." He breathed out, lifting his head and shouting to the heavens as he screamed his next statement, "Do you hear that, you prejudiced fucker? I want you to fucking die!" His legs suddenly gave out from under him, emotion overtaking Chandler for the first time. The tears, the suffering, the overwhelming pain, he just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't be the strong one. But what choice did he have?

Chandler knew what needed to be done. For Morrigan and for Julian.

The day Morrigan returned from her coma, Douglas finally released Chandler from the confines of his room. The temperature was dropped to his normal degrees and he was given a small window to visit the girl. He stayed by her side, holding her hand, and feeling completely numb. A silent agreement between siblings was reached that in order to keep the secret and keep Julian safe, the relationship had to end.

Julian cornered him a week later after he returned to school, catching Chandler in the hallway before first period.

"Chandler!" He watched Julian dodged other students as he squeezed through the crowd before catching up to Chandler. "What the hell happened? I sent you and Morrigan a bunch of messages and you both just went radio silent." Julian adjusted the strap of his bag and sighed. "I'm getting worried. What's going on?"

"I'm afraid I'll be the one to tell you this, but the relationship's over, Julian." Chandler knew that wouldn't be much of a reason however brief it was, but the energy to care was no longer present. He was tired and felt himself cracking at the seams.

"What? No, no. no, you can't just say it's over when I should be hearing this from her." Julian stepped forward with confusion and hurt tainting his vocal tone. How was he expected to understand throwing aside over a year's worth of a relationship and it wasn't even coming from Morri? None of this was even remotely right. "You owe me an explanation."

Something snapped inside of Chandler that he hasn't ever encountered before: pure rage. He whipped around on his heel and stalked over to the man he spent too many days protecting for his sister, his tone slightly raising a pitch. "I owe you nothing." A few students walking past the pair gave them a weary glance, but he honestly could throw them two shits anymore. He was done playing nice, he can't be right now. If he wanted Julian gone, safe, Chandler had to hit where it stung most. "Okay, fine, you want an explanation? The only reason Morrigan breathed in your direction and wasted her time sleeping around with you was because she needed the distraction. Our father's shitty, she wanted something fun to do, and she was bored. She, Desmond, and myself thought it would be enjoyable entertainment wrapping around a pretty guy naïve enough to have his head filled with the notion of true love." Chandler stepped closer, heart sinking as Julian's expression swept nothing but devastation. "You're nothing, Julian. You aren't like us. You, dove, are as stupid as you are handsome: in abundance on both counts."

"Chandler," Julian whispered quietly, knowing what the other was trying to do and still believing it anyway. "Don't do this..."

"You're hopelessly oblivious, dove, truly gullible to think she actually loved you." Chandler nodded once in resolution, releasing a scoff as his gaze swept the other, "Forget about us, Julian. Forget me, forget Dezzie, forget Morrigan. Move on with your miserable life and find another girl who doesn't gag each moment she is forced to spend in your pathetic presence."

Chandler immediately turned around and walked away at a fast pace before Julian could offer a response, hearing the man repeatedly call his name and ignoring the pleas. A Urie does not relent in the face of begging, not even from his best friend's now ex boyfriend. Erasing Julian from their lives was the best option, it was as if he actually was dead.

As he continued down the hallway with nothing painted along his usual playful features, that poor Brian Edwards wasn't the only man sentenced to death. Douglas killed Chandler Fitzgerald, broke him, molded him until he created the embodiment of a dead man walking. If he was going to hell, then he would take Douglas down with him.

Chandler couldn't stay. As soon as he graduated, he was leaving for good and never coming back.

[acutiewithagun]

Part three

What could go wrong!? Famous last words my friends. A lot apparently.

The airplane landed and I debarked with my best friend. She was nervous as it was her first time in the famous city. I reassured her as we entered the baggage claim. Shooting my other friends a quick text of where to meet us, I gaze around for my suitcase. Once I see mine and hers I grab them and we sit waiting for the group. Talking about literally anything as we wait. I spot the four turtles as the smallest one runs up to me and hugs me tightly. Donnie chased him but stopped before he reached the three of us. He looked away and scratched his neck. Leo pushed him to us and we all got a group hug. I could see other people eyeing us so I suggested we go to my apartment swiftly. They all agreed and we got in the Turtle Tank. Mikey asked a ton of questions about my trip, which I happily answered. When we got to my apartment I unlocked the door and allowed everyone inside. "Where is April? I thought she was going to be here?" Donnie sat on the couch and Mikey joined him. "April could not make it. She had a shift scheduled when you landed." Raph sat on the floor next to the couch while Leo sat on the kitchen counter that separates the two rooms. I brought my friend to the spare room across from the bathroom. "You can unpack here and we will get you furniture later." She smiled at me and tossed her suitcase in the room. I then toss mine in my room and we both head back to the living room. "This is my best friend, Lily. I've known her for about 7 years." I introduced the half-yokai to the group. They all give a greeting. Lily sits next to Mikey as I go in my room to grab their souvenirs. I can hear happy chatting as I come back out with the treasures. "Ok so the dad joke book is for Leonimbus, the copy of my family's cookbook is for Mike and Ike, the stuffed animal I made is for Raph and sauce, and finally the purple scarf I made for Don-a-long-a-ding-dong." The group erupts into laughter at all their special nicknames, well except Donnie. "Where's my gift?" Lily asks with a sort of smug. I look her dead in the eyes and answer "you living in this apartment is my gift, Lily le le." Donnie even chuckled at this one.

Mikey ordered some Run Of The Mill pizza for their new friend to try. Waiting the turtles told stories of their victories. Donnie covered my ears at specific parts because of how I would have reacted to them getting hurt. When the pizza got there we dug in and enjoyed the rest of the day.

"See you guys tomorrow" I waved goodbye to the boys as they left. I closed the door after watching them all descend the stairs. "Why don't you sleep on the couch tonight and we can buy furniture with the guys tomorrow?" I offered it to my friend. She nodded and I got some blankets and pillows out for her. "Just let me know if you need anything." I grinned at her waiting for a response. "Yeah I definitely will, I'm super excited to be living with you." She let out a partial smile. I turned and went to my room, remembering to close my door now that someone lives with me. I was too lazy to change before going to bed so I just jumped into bed. So excited for the next day I went to sleep.

In the morning I got dressed before going to make breakfast. After I had finished pulling my socks up I headed to the kitchen to look at what I could make for two people. I saw Lily still sleeping so I crept past her into the kitchen. I searched the cupboard and the fridge. Finding some stuff to throw together I try to remember her favorite breakfast. After I remember I smile a bit. I made some toast as I thought I should just do an easy breakfast. I heard grumbling in the other room and turned around. Amara had just woken up, and I greeted her. "Good morning sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" She stared up at me kind of glaring. "Like I need a bed, and an insomniac." I laughed at this "you and Leo will get along just fine." By this time she had sat up and rubbed her eyes to not look as intimidating. "How did you meet them anyways? I mean considering your luck I'm not surprised, but still." "Oh um, Mikey fell from a building in front of me. The other followed to make sure he was ok." I answered putting the toast on two separate plates. "Makes sense knowing how you met me," she said groggily.

I bring the plates over to the couch and hand my friend one. I start eating while checking texts from my manager. "You work so hard on this, you really changed since moving here." She had peeked over at my phone. "Yeah, it makes me happy though," I beamed, munching on the buttery bread. "You're scrunching your nose again, love." I looked at her and I can feel my nose unscrunch. "Darn, I thought I was doing better about that." I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. She pats me on the back "I know." I look at my group chat texts and spot the time. "We might want to hurry up and finish getting ready. The guys only have limited availability today." She leaned her head on my shoulder "yeah sure." I jokingly push it off and steal her empty plate. Gently placing them in the sink I yell "dibs on the bathroom." I sprint for the bathroom as she jumps up and joins the race. I make it before her by a second and stick out my tongue before locking the door. I can hear her laughing as I start brushing my teeth. She knows I don't take too long but the race is still so fun. After I finish up I leave, allowing her access. I start writing out a chore list and a shower list. These are things I need when living with someone. I hang it up on the wall of the bathroom. I put some boots on as she left the bathroom. Her hair is still wet from the shower. I grab my bag and unload the music sheets to the counter.

She pushes on my shoulder. "Are you ready to go?" I ask as I pull out my phone. "Yeah, I just need one more thing." I type a message to Raph as Amara hugs me. "Oh" I exclaim as I reciprocate her embrace. "I just texted Raph that we are ready and he responded that they were outside." She holds on a bit tighter with these words. I smile at her "let's get you a bed so you can maybe sleep tonight." I grab her hand along with our apartment key. Pulling her out of the apartment I lock the door and double check. "Why did you turn the knob twice after locking it?" Amara pondered with a puzzled face. "I just have to double check or my anxiety will not let it go." We walk down stairs and outside where we spot Raph and Donnie. "Where are Mikey and Leo?" I questioned the pair. "Leo had an interview and Mikey went to an art show." Raphie stated smiling as he hugged me. Donnie looked uncomfortable like he didn't know what he should do. "Well let's get me a bed," Lily breaks the weird tension. We started our walk to the nearest furniture store.

"Oh and after we get the bed I have a great place we can check out." I say, skipping along the crowded sidewalk. Lily and Raph keep having to grab my hands to keep me with them. Donnie still looks uncomfortable and is always lagging a bit behind. Shortly we get to the store and enter it. I tug on Donnie's shirt after we enter, "hey if you want to talk to me don't feel like you can't." He starts to pull me aside but stops to yell "me and Dani are going to go look over here." Pointing in a vague direction. Raph kind of dragged Lily away so we could talk. We walk over to some lamp displays. "Hey Donnie, are you ok?" I brush my hand against his, trying to gain permission to hold it. "Yeah… it's just that…" he keeps taking pauses in his sentence "I'm sorry…" I look at him in shock. But I quickly shake the look away and shoot him a nod. He tilts his head down. "I'm sorry that I tranqed you that night… I just wanted you to stay, but I didn't know how to ask." He gently looked up at me. "I accepted your apology, if…" I pause to think "...you explain why you put me in your bed." He turned his head away and covered it with his hands. "Don't laugh at me." I cocked my head a bit, I could feel my nose twitch. "Why would I laugh?" Sliding his hands down from his eyes, he sighed. "I just wanted some physical touch from literally anyone." I smile sweetly, "well that's what you need to work on then. Asking favors from others." I tug on his jacket sleeve "let's go back to the others now." Donnie nods looking embarrassed and follows as I pull his jacket sleeve around. We eventually find Lily and Raph. But they already picked out a bed frame and bought it. We then head outside to find a mattress store.

I kept asking if Raph wanted to just bring the frame home but he insisted on keeping it. We eventually just used gps to find a mattress store and struggled to bring it home. Donnie and Raph pushed us to not ask the employees to bring it in their van. So me and Lily just let them bring both home. Me and Lily held hands as the two worked hard to bring the bed and frame back to our apartment. After we got it set up in Lily's room Raph invited us to their lair for dinner. The two of us agreed and we headed to the coffee shop I wanted to show them. Once we got there I got us a table as they went to order. I gave Raph my order before I sat down.

Closing my eyes I take in the aromas again. The smell of coffee got me crinkling my nose, but the smell of the freshly made sweets had me grinning ear to ear. I put my chin on my hands and just let out a joyful sigh. When I opened my eyes again I saw Mikey sitting across from me. I was startled so I jumped in my seat and let out a scream. I covered my mouth with my hands as my face flushed with embarrassment. Mikey laughed as Lily ran over. "Are you ok Dani?" She inquired, pushing her hand on mine. Mikey stopped smiling for a split second and kind of just jerked his shoulders up. But quickly threw the happy face back on. "Yeah I'm fine, ol' Mikey here just jumpscared me a little." Mikey gave a little wave to the glaring partial-yokai. Raph called Lily back to help with bringing over the items while Donnie paid. She begrudgingly went over. Mikey got out of the seat in front of me and walked around the table. Without a second to comprehend what he was doing he had ended up sitting on my lap. Luckily he is smaller than me so it wasn't too bad, but still awkward as the others showed up at the table. Lily and Donnie both made faces. And Raph just kind of chuckled. "Hey Mikey, why don't we just pull up a chair for you?" He frowned and hugged me, wrapping his legs around my waist. "...Or this is an option apparently." I nervously laughed as Amara got angrier. I grabbed my cookie and started eating it, hoping to dispel all the rising tension. "Mikey get off Dani, she wants to eat" Raph tried coaxing him. Mikey shakes his head just hugging me tighter. "Mikey, why are you throwing a tantrum?" I ask without fully expecting an answer. "...I want hugs'' I hear him mumble. "Well after this we are going to your lair and you can have all the cuddles you want." I say trying to pull him off me. He released his limbs from my body and jumped up onto his feet. "Really? Does this also mean you will stay over?" I look over at my companion, she shrugs as if to let me know it's my decision. I hum a bit weighing the pros and cons. "Sure, but I'm sleeping in the same room as Lily." I glance over at Donnie and he turns his head away probably embarrassed. I smirk and Mikey pulls up a chair next to me. Arms linked with one of mine. I continue eating the sanity saver as the others drink their beverages and snack on their food.

We all head to the closest sewer drain and Raph holds it open. We all climb down one by one, while Raph closes it from the top. I hold Lily's hand to make sure she stays with us. But another, colder, hand grabs my other hand to guide us. It felt like elementary school field trips all over again. Once we could see the light of the lair the turtle leading me let go of my hand and I sprinted with my friend towards that light. She kind of just looks around in amazement. And I brought her to the guest room. "This is where we will be staying the night." Lily nodded and wandered off on her own as I walked into the kitchen. Mikey had started dinner prep, so I came behind and started to help. "What are you going to be making for dinner?" I asked opening up the fridge. "I'm going to make spaghetti, can you make the sauce?" He answered, filling a pot with water. I smile "do we have any Italian sausage?"

Leo came into the kitchen as I was just finishing up making the garlic bread. "Oh hey, I didn't know you would be here." He stopped at the table and sat down. "Yeah I thought you were doing an interview?" I glance over at him. "Yep, I finished it a few minutes ago" he smirked "guess they just can't get enough of the face man!" Mikey laughed and texted the group chat. "Did they ask any… uncomfortable questions…" I ask trailing off. Leo can see my expression change. "Only one, but I handled it with ease." He smiled at me trying to cheer me up. Mikey came over and hugged me as Leo started cracking jokes. I was laughing up a storm as the trio that were watching Jupiter Jim flooded the room. Splinter, Cassy Jr, Cassy, and April came into the dinning room a few minutes after. The timer for the garlic bread went off and Mikey let go. I took it out and me and Mikey started dishing out the food onto plates. Lily got so excited when she found out about the sauce. And we had a delightful dinner with the entire family. Draxum couldn't make it as he had a bunch of science he was working on. I just think that was an excuse to stay away from me. We don't exactly like each other but more on that way later.

When we had all finished Leo dragged me away while Mikey was washing dishes. And the rest of the group went to go watch more Jupiter Jim. "Close your eyes," Leo was grinning. "Why am I closing my eyes," I asked the blue masked turtle. He grinned even wider "just trust me." He then extended his hand towards me. I held his outstretched hand and closed my eyes. Only to be pulled forward, completely forgetting to keep my eyes closed as I lurch forward. Leo had brought me through a portal, and the destination was breathtaking. We were on top of one of the buildings in New York. I grabbed onto Leo out of my fear of heights. He chuckled and sat down with me. "I wanted to apologize for my actions before you left. I was going through some emotional stuff." I look up at him still trembling. "And you decided the best place to apologize was on the top of a building?" I grab onto him as he laughs. "Yeah not my brightest idea but look," he turns my head. My eyes met with a view of the sun setting over the pier. It's truly beautiful but I am still too afraid to look for long. Swinging my head into his chest I mumble. "I forgave you on my trip, just tell me about your day." Leo hugged me "Yeah the reporter asked me if you were dating any of us. I answered no and said that I would never interview with them again if he asked anything else." I was still shivering so Leo took me home. Via a portal of course.

Lily hung onto me the rest of the night after I got back. Same with Mikey. The group laughed at the hilarious sight. And I just tried coaxing them off, to no avail. I begged for help giving my biggest puppy dog eyes I could. Raph eventually relented but could only hold off Mikey. But by that time we were all yawning, getting ready for some shut eye. I dragged Lily to the guest room and plopped on the bed. She was still hyper attached, but I was so tired I let it go. I cuddled her head to my neck and wrapped my arms around her. I started singing a lullaby to her softly. After a while I fell asleep. I don't know when or if she ever fell asleep. But it was a very warm night.

In the morning I rubbed my eyes and pushed my upper body up. I opened up my eyes to a scene. Lily hugged me from one side, Mikey on the other, Donnie laying on my lap, and Raph on the side of the bed. Leo waltzes into the room, arms hanging behind his head. "Man, how can I join in this cuddle feast?" He smirked as I rubbed my eyes again. "You don't and help me instead get out of this 'cuddle feast' so I can make breakfast." Leo sighed "Fine~, however, I get first of whatever you are making." I nod my head pushing Mikey a tiny bit. Leo pulls out his katanas and creates a portal under the slumbering turtles. Dropping them in, hopefully, their respective rooms. He closes the portals after all three have entered them safely. "Guess you gotta be this rad to save a friend." He points his green thumbs to his face. I nudge Lily to the side and jump out of bed. "Yeah no, just rad enough to save the world twice." I say, flicking his forehead as I pass him. I walk to the kitchen and pull out a pancake mix from a cabinet. I then hear Leo enter the room as I grab a bowl. Opening the fridge to get some eggs, Leo clears his throat, to gain my attention. I ignore him and continue my task. I can see out of the corner of my eye Leo stamp his foot and I chuckled. I get the pancake mix in the bowl and add some water. I also add the eggs then mix it together.

After I made breakfast and everyone ate, most had jobs to do. Donnie had offered to help Lily to search for job opportunities. Mikey had a meet and greet to attend to. And Raph and Leo went on patrol. I had the week off so I just did chores around the lair. I seriously had nothing better to do. And I tend to do better with chores when no one is around. I started on dishes from that morning, just humming an imaginary tune. And after I finished I put them on the drying rack, then headed to the living room. Waving a quick hello to Splinter before getting started on the cleaning. It took a bit of time but it was worth seeing the end result. Plus Splinter's praise was a pretty nice bonus. I moved on from there to the main room. Just picking up whatever was thrown around while singing. I didn't worry about Donnie's lab because he keeps it squeaky clean. But I did move onto the game room. Which just so happens to be the worst room. I had to scrub one tiny area for like fifteen minutes just to get it clean. I obviously wore gloves the entire time I cleaned. Sensory issues and all that. Just as I finished up I heard someone walk up behind me. I turned my head and it was Lily. She told me she got her business done here and that we should head back. I nod and lead the way out. Not before saying goodbye to Splinter and Donnie of course. We climbed out into an alleyway close to our apartment. I sprint holding Lily's hand to the apartment building. After we get inside I dibs the shower and she's got no trouble with that.

I grabbed my clothes and took my choker from Donnie off. Despite having been mad at him I still wore his precious gift all the time. Well except for when I would take showers and while I slept. For reference I do normal things like going to the bathroom and practicing good hygiene. I just don't write about it. Because who wants to read about a shower? That's just boring. Anyways getting back on track, I obviously took my shower and invited Lly to take one if she wanted. The sewers can make a person smell awful if you are down there for too long. "Yeah I definitely will" she responded getting up to take one. I grabbed my song book and jotted down an idea I had for a song. Humming the melody a bit. Once she came out of the bathroom she plopped down on the couch next to me. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, not looking up at her as I struggled with the lyrics. "Yes but I get to pick." She said stealing the remote. I nod my head and she turns on a video. I recognize the voices and finally look up at the screen. She had put the video of the Kranng invasion on the TV. I forgot how fascinated she was with the event when it happened. She wondered how they got here, who was saving New York, and why our heros were yokai. All of these questions she finally had answers too. I kind of huddled my legs close to my chest. Completely forgetting my song book and pencil in my lap. I hug my legs as I watch Leo stab the Kranng's leg only to disappear in blue lightning. Lily is watching in full anticipation as the video ends. "Hey, can I choose now? I thought of the funniest video I want to show you," I tried to suggest but Lily had already clicked on another video. It was an interview with our heros, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, and Raph. They didn't show Cassy Jr or April simply because they were human. I was mad at first about this but now I know that they simply didn't want to only be associated with the turtles. I snuggled up to Lily, not letting my feet hit the ground. She was always one to be interested in the weird and kooky. The interview still went on, every time Raph came on the screen Lily lit up. I guess after meeting him she found him amazing. I felt that way at first too. But after talking to them for a few months I guess I saw them as people. They are like little brothers to me.

I guess I fell asleep while thinking because I woke up. I opened my eyes and felt a blanket resting on me. I looked over to where Lily was and she had also managed to fall asleep. I just have that magic effect on her. Pulling the blanket over her I scooch away from her. Only to bump into someone. I look up and see Raph smiling at me. "Hi Raph… what are you doing here?" I wave at the big guy. He still smiles "Lily let me come in like an hour ago. I just wanted to invite you and Lily to an event we will be attending." I adjust my body to properly face him before divulging my answer. "Depends what day it's on and at what time. Lily's got a few job interviews lined up and I gotta get back to work next week." He pondered for a bit, "well it's this week on Wednesday at seven, oh and it's a semi-formal event. Whatever that means." He mumbles the last part. "Semi-formal is just when you don't dress in your everyday clothes but you don't dress too fancy." I shrug my shoulders at him. "But I think me and Lily can make it." Raph beams at me before giving me a hug. "April will be so stoked, she was going to be the only human if you didn't come." I laughed and pulled away from the tight embrace. I hadn't seen April in a while. But her job keeps her busy, she's not as fortunate as me and the guys. Yes we are busy, but not as much as her. Lily woke up to see the large alligator snapping turtle. Eyes filled with excitement, like I just got her the best present of her life. I would assume she was too tired to notice who he was when she let him in. Raph pulled me into his lap and hugged me. "Woah big guy, give me some warning. Also hello wifey hope you had a good rest." Raph flinched a bit at the nickname, "wifey… are you two married?" Me and Lily both look at him and I burst out laughing. "No, unfortunately, Dani doesn't like anyone enough to get married to them. We are just platonically married." Lily shakes her head while a smirk grows. Raph's eyes light up, "does this mean you can platonically marry multiple people?" My laughing lessens as I rub tears from my eyes. "Yeah I would guess so, but I don't know anyone who would want to platonically marry me other than wifey here." I sigh, gesturing to my non-binary friend. He just smiles at this and says nothing. We chill for the rest of the evening, just enjoying each other's company.

[henrybly]

Poppy’s friendship oftentimes struck him as completely unconditional, which wasn’t something that he would ever let himself take for granted. She’d taken Henry into her heart and was seemingly content to let him stay there with no hidden agenda. He knew people like that didn’t come around twice in a lifetime. No, Poppy was special.

It wasn’t as if he doubted his friendship with Diego either. He just sometimes thought that outside of the band, the other man had no use for him, not really. There were plenty of pianists in the world, some far better than Henry was when it came to actually performing rock music, yet Henry had been chosen to do in a pinch and had then been allowed to stay. But that didn’t necessarily mean he felt like his place in the band was entirely secure. If someone better came along, he didn’t think that he meant that much to Diego that the other man would fight to keep him around. Which he supposed was fine. He liked being in the band, but it had never really felt like his band, kind of like he was staying in someone else’s house, admiring their furniture even though he hadn’t chosen any of it. He hadn’t gone looking for the band; the band had found him, but that didn’t mean Diego would let him stay forever.

Whereas, with Poppy, it was different. He was confident that the two of them would remain friends, no matter what happened to Shattered Diamonds. He liked to think he was more than the keyboardist to her; they were genuine friends.

Even if he had inadvertently taken Bones away from her.

Still gripping his Switch with a white-knuckle hold that wasn’t doing anything positive for his dignity, he sat and watched as Poppy’s expression shifted from confusion to realisation before settling on… delight?

“Wait,” he laughed, jumping in surprise when she leaped to her feet. “Yes, the Bones.”

He honestly hadn’t expected her to be this thrilled for him. Poppy was generous, he knew her well enough to be certain of that, but he also knew how much she really, really loved Bones so his own hesitance in the face of her apparent joy was at least a little bit valid, he thought. Her energy was infectious though and he found himself grinning, up until her feet got tangled up in something on the floor and she went careening down.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” he said, tossing his Switch to the side where it landed safely in the blankets. He shuffled forward in his seat so he could hold a hand out to her. 

“Don’t worry, I think it was a very graceful fall,” he told her, clasping her hand in his and reaching out with the other to brush Poppy’s hair away from her face so she could see him properly. She’d made some noise in her descent, but there had been no bones cracking, that he was sure of.

“Please tell me you can still wiggle all your fingers,” he said. “Diego would never forgive me if I was the reason you couldn’t play bass for a bit.”

Pulling her gently back up so she could sit next to him again, he grabbed his Switch once more and offered it to Poppy. “Here. Do you want to try and get Bones to your island?”

Poppy wasn’t naïve, not really. She was a little goofy, and oftentimes slow, but she knew she had a tendency to ramble, and that people weren’t always huge fans of that particular trait. In all honesty, she knew that Diego tended to appease her from time to time, nodding and smiling along with her anecdotes, laughing when cued. She was sure he didn’t actually care much about her favourite tv shows or what new plant she’d just acquired, but he was a good enough friend not to let on. He liked seeing her happy, even if it bored him to high heavens from time to time. She occasionally wondered if the same could be said for Henry. Not that he, nor Diego, had ever done anything to make her feel small. Quite the opposite, really. They were just so attentive, the pair of them, and it wasn’t something she was very well accustomed to.  

She’d known Diego her entire life, so she was used to the attention he gave her. His loyalty felt like a condition of them having known each other so long, as though he had to be nice to her, since he’d known her longer than he’d known some of his own siblings. She wondered if the same could be said for Henry. If he’d grown so used to her antics, her silly ramblings, that he simply went along with them, just let her prattle on about whatever fixation she had settled on for this month. Besides the two of them, there wasn’t really anybody in Poppy’s life who took such an interest in the things she loved, so she imagined the fault lay with her, not anybody else. By that logic, she’d always just concluded their interest was a result of their being polite.  

With that in mind, her insecurities running rampant in her mind, she shrugged off Henry’s Aaron Tveit remark, not wanting to bore him, and simply returned to the matter at hand. Though Henry had told her not to apologise, she didn’t want to push her luck. 

"I love you more than any fictional animal, Hen!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. Though Henry’s question may have been in jest, she hated even a hint of the idea that he might think she could love anything on a screen more than she loved him.  

As Henry turned his switch towards her, realisation hit Poppy and she finally understood the trepidation on his face. But for Poppy, this was the best news ever. 

“BONES?!” she cried out, her voice travelling an octave or two higher than she ever thought she was capable. “Bones is on your island? THE Bones? MY Bones?” 

Excitement took ahold of her, and Poppy jumped to her feet, entirely forgetting about the countless blankets she’d encased herself and Henry in. Her ankles immediately tangled in the fabric and she twisted and turned to break free, causing her to come crashing down in a heap, her bottom landing squarely at Henry’s feet. 

Face red with embarrassment, a giggle bubbling from her throat, Poppy stared back up at him with a sheepish grin, “Good golly, miss Molly, that was not meant to happen.” 

[foxtwink]

i think one reason why i love reading so much, especially poetry and prose, is the depth of emotion i can feel without any real risk to myself. a book is a guided tour, a multicourse gourmet meal you can trust the dedicated chef to deliberately prepare. a book is the drop of a roller coaster: the incarnate knowledge of safety and unreality, despite my suspension of disbelief, despite my inherent fear in the moment. so when i hurt i pick up a book and I try to follow the characters without writing myself into them. but somewhere along the way minds meld together- like smoking weld, two perspectives becoming one. two shards of sharp metal that hurt each other and melt each other and dissolve each other, absolve each other; two corrosive chemicals mixing in a thermal reaction (and a cloud of smoke). i blink and suddenly i am here in a world where you alternate between yourself and a shadow of a character written by some meditation/crystal go-getter in a plush couch.

you know, if you love someone so fiercely that becoming anything more would kill you, you'd rather not love at all. that's me. and if you've lived your whole life destroying things (yourself and others), then one day you start choosing the being alone over the everyone else. that's you. i've been burned so many times by so many different things (the sun and the stars in your eyes). my aversion to fire is strong but not as wildly magnetic as my attraction. you know, my best friend loves the water. as a child, she used to throw herself into open water, into pools and lakes. you know, there was a girl at my elementary school who threw herself off the very top roof of our play structure because she believed so confidently that she could fly. she even tried to convince us all that we could too. they had to call an ambulance. you know, one time asa a child i believed i could tumble, so fiercely that i launched into a flip knowing nothing. i landed on my face, smashed my skull into a corner table, and bled.

i don't know what these things mean; we are deluded and desperate. i don't know what it means when i keep making excuses to see you, refusing to look directly into the desire. see, you are not something i allow myself to explore too closely. like a tantalizing alley, like the twisted dark corridors of an abandoned building. you are dangerous and you are on fire and you are the slowest beating heart i have ever met. you are the glassy surface before a riptide, the great ocean shielding its deep mysteries below. i breathe, exist, simply be within the space. i don't jump down the crumbling walls of empty shafts, don't lay on eons-old furniture and stomp like a rowdy paranoid group of teenagers; don't poke my head inside the doors of musty shops and around corners of heavy shadows. i don't dare swim out into the waves, don't allow them to crash over my face; i don't learn to dive, don't set off with headlamps and harpoons. but i can't stop myself continuing to come back to you, over and over. like those infinite drives to the beach, or the heady smell of pines in the Santa Cruz mountains, over and over again in my mind. some unstoppable will, some hidden knowledge that i am inherently closer to what i seek when i'm around you. can't help the thought that you are mine, that i don't wanna share you, in the ways that an expert carefully guards their secret methodologies. like a particularly whimsical forest clearing, or a hotspot in the sea filled with rainbow fish. you make me feel like running in the rain, or in the dark. breathless, calamitous calm. the soft embrace of a dangerous thing trusting you, of settling dusk upon your shoulders. the ease of putting your bare hands inside the mouth of a malinois dog.

in many ways i return to you with my guards and filters the way i return to all the places that are not mine. like sitting on the beach, watching dolphins leap and spin just a few meters offshore. or the abandoned insane asylum, how i keep refusing to return without proper masks and gloves. there is even a certain apathy in my will to go back to santa cruz and see old friends, to ruin magical memories with fresher, more mundane ones. i know i could put in a little more effort, learn to take the bart and find my way to someplace that feels like a home. instead i watch and allow two threads that crossed to uncross, yanking at the loose end of a bracelet and finding the whole thing built out of slipknots. i watch crumbling history that no one cares about, stand with my feet on the earth and inherently hear the voices of the people, the trees, the wide open sky. i ask if you have work, but i don't ask if you need to go home because i know the ways we are: dancing around each other. an ocean and a wildfire, afraid to touch, afraid to extinguish. i don't know if i'm afraid even just to see you. these days, i don't know anything.

but some nights the last thing on my mind is how severely i shove away the hope of it all. the uncertainty, the doubt, the contained possibilities within an "i don't know." we never want to find out, so you spare me. because you don't want to hurt me, or because you don't want to hurt yourself. and i know you're right; i've been burned a few times. somebody like me, we don't get so close to the sparks and expect to come away clean. when i angle grind i lean my face over the piece, watching with precision while i guide my hands. i feel the sparks prick my face, my arms; i feel them stab and burn even as i stare in meditative stupor at their beauty. but those are sparks, and these? these are fireworks. these are bombs. it's true, i'm very safe in a lab; but i have never stopped a fire. when i play with my lighter you take it away. and the one in a million chance that we can set off something brilliant vanishes over the horizon with all our fears.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

far too late | carter baizen

pairing: carter baizen x reader

warnings: angst, smut (18+)

a/n: carter is my go to angst boy and i just wanted to write something based on far too late from cinderella which makes me cry all the time. enjoy xx

Far too late to sing a love song, you're in someone else's arms. Far too late for second-guessing, my chance is gone. If I could, I would somehow turn the clock back and this heartache I create but it's far too late. If I run to you, and you saw me with my guard down in this sad remorseful state but it's far too late

The weather was frightful, the rain poured down in a thunderstorm-like fashion. Every window and glass in New York was fogged solemn for the lines the raindrops left in their path to the floor, making the town itself look like a dramatic painting of sadness. Y/N merely leaned against the pane of her window, a cup of tea steaming up the cold flat as she observed the dead city from the top of her small flat in east village. Everything was quiet, way too quiet for a neighbourhood known for a rich night-life, yet she guessed there weren’t many people wanting to go out when the weather was as spiteful as it particularly was tonight. Allowing herself to be lulled by the rain, she got lost in the autumn landscape, in the wet browning leaves contrasting with the dark floors of the New York rainy night until she was woken up by the buzzer of her door bell. She groaned, jumping from her window rest to her living room, making her way to her door. Pushing the little cover of the hole aside, she looked into it to see someone she didn’t expect to see. At least not at this hour, not in this part of time. 

Y/N unlocked the door, pulling it but not enough as to invite him inside her home. She held herself against the wooden door, watching the man in front of her which was a far cry from the sophisticated, polished look she was used to seeing. His black long line coat was drenched in water, his tie had been loosened and his always in place, perfectly brushed hair was all over the place, some of it glued to his forehead due to it being wet. 

     - Oh, I’m sorry I don’t want to talk about Jesus today. - she joked, expecting him to react like he always did but he remained there, defeated. Her grip on the door grew lose, as concern settled in her features. - Carter, what’s wrong?

     - Can I come in? - he asked, hands lowered by his side. 

Y/N pulled the door open, standing to the side as he walked into her small flat. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d been here, maybe it had been when she had just moved in and was surrounded by several odd boxes she’d gotten from the markets downtown to put her stuff in with vague descriptions of its contents. She never really liked to show him around her place, it was simply ridiculous and too small compared to the penthouse in the Upper East Side he’d gotten as a graduation present from his parents after getting his act together. 

He merely stood in the middle of her living room, not wanting to sit down or even more any more as not to destroy her furniture. She, on the other hand, walked up to her bathroom, grabbing a few towels and a bathrobe for him. Back on the living room, she handed them to him before walking to the kitchen to turn the kettle on. She watched him from the confines of her kitchen, trying to read him, to figure out what was wrong but Carter Baizen had always been good at putting on a strong facade, even if his body was slumped and giving up. He dried with hair with the towels, taking his coat off before getting into her bathrobe which was a tad too small for him; yet it was better than being dressed in a wet coat.

    - Here. - she handed him a warm mug filled. - It’s peppermint tea.

    - Thanks, honey. - he spoke out in that raspy tone of his. Yet, there it was, that nickname which she still wasn’t sure how to feel about. It always made them look like a couple. - I’m sorry for destroying your evening. 

    - Please, it’s not like I had any plans. - she sat on her couch, moving the million pillows around so he too could sit down. - What’s wrong?

    - Why would something be wrong, hon? Can’t I just come visit you?

    - Bullshit. - she scolded him, pointing her finger at him. - What happened?

    - Some stuff with Serena went down ... - he shrugged, holding the mug in one hand, making the piece of porcelain look ridiculous small. - Anyway, she kicked me off my own car and you were nearby. 

    - Oh ...

Y/N couldn’t particularly say she liked Serena. She didn’t. She hadn’t liked her when she was at Constance Billard and she specially didn’t like her now. Serena always felt like an overgrown child, complaining about the smallest of details and throwing a fit every time things didn’t go according to what she wanted. Yet, no matter how much Y/N disliked her, Carter liked her and so she was civil about it. After all, it had been Serena to help him out his sticky situations with the Buckleys. However, despite how much he liked her, they seemed to be constantly in the middle of fights or schemes too boring for Y/N to care about. Nevertheless, he liked her. 

    - It was my fault before you start trying to make me feel better. - he added, leaning his head against the pillows. - You don’t have any whiskey, do you? 

    - I have the one you gave me for my birthday but I can’t say it’s gonna be good. It’s been in my cupboard for a year now. 

Carter chuckled, holding his head against his head as he watched her walk back to her little kitchen to search for the whiskey bottle. 

   - You’re funny, hun. - she could hear the smile on his voice as she walked back into the living room with the unopened bottle of whiskey. She didn’t like whiskey that much, yet Carter always made it a point to give her expensive alcohol for her birthday which usually ended up pilling in her cupboard. 

He took the whiskey from her, opening the bottle with too much ease before placing quite a bit on his cup, enough to make the tea Irish. If Irish tea even existed. Yet again, Carter was always finding a way to make things his own. 

   - Is it fixable? - she toyed with the strings of her pillow. She didn’t know why she was even asking. It hurt her to know. 

   - Nope. - it rolled off his tongue with a sarcastic laughter. - It doesn’t matter anyway.

   - ‘Course it does. - she wanted to hug him, her hands trembled wanting to touch him yet she always stopped herself. Stay far, muffle the heart. - Do you love her?

   - I don’t know. - he put the mug, now empty, on her coffee table. - I like her but I don’t think I love her.

   - That’s enough to try again. Isn’t it? - her optimism was fake, she knew it was but he was her friend. They’d been friends since his last year at St. Judes when she helped him sneak out of a classroom. Ever since, she’d been there for him and she was going to continue to support him. 

Carter’s eyes looked into hers, lowering to look at her lips before his shoulders slumped and he combed his fingers through his hair. 

   - Well, do you like Archibald?

   - Carter, not again. - she rolled her eyes, playfully punching his arm. - We are friends and not friends like you and Serena are.

   - He’s sweet on you. - no he’s not, her mind yelled at her, he’s just in love with the woman you’re dating.

   - You think everyone’s sweet on me. 

   - Not my fault you’re really pretty, hun. - she rolled her eyes attempting to shield her burning cheeks from Carter but he merely grinned, with that smile which was always so incredibly charming. 

She didn’t know when he’d gotten so close to her but once she moved her hands slightly to look at him, she saw how close he was to her. His hair curling up due to the lack of hair styling made him look even more approachable, not that he wasn’t approachable, he was always approachable to her. She looked at him through thick eyelashes, getting lost in those baby blue eyes. She wondered what it was like to wake up to those baby blue eyes, to see them everyday. She guessed she was too lost in his blue eyes to notice him leaning to kiss her, only noticing him once his lips were on her. He tasted like a mix of peppermint and whiskey, her new favourite flavour, and she could not push him away, she didn’t want to push him away. 

His hands held her waist flush to his, lips taking every single kiss he could out of her, nibbling onto her pink lips before he was kissing down her jaw to her neck. She sighed pleasurably hands getting lost in his hair, nails scratching his scalp as he placed kisses and bites on her neck and cleavage. His hands pulled her nightgown off, throwing it somewhere on her living room, leaving her in solely her panties. She threw her head back as his lips lowered to engulf her breast, his tongue playing with her nipple while his other hand travelled south. His fingers played with the lace hem of her underwear, teasing her before his fingers went inside her panties, tracing her slit slowly, painfully slowly. She trashed her head against the couch pillow as he repeated the same motion, letting go of her breast to kiss her neck once again, on that sweet spot which he seemed to have found so easily. 

She moaned as his fingers began to play with her folds, groaning as her wetness coated his fingers. He could just eat her up, he thought to himself as he edged her, getting drunk on the sounds she made the more he denied her the pleasure she wanted. It was wrong, she knew, it was wrong to do this with the man she’d been loving for years but she didn’t care. The mix of the danger and the pleasure of his fingers against her walls just made her forget. 

   - You want my dick, honey? - he taunted, grinning at how her face contorted how his fingers started to thrust in and out of her slowly. - You want my attention don’t you, honey love?

   - Fuck ... - she whimpered, her hand gripping his arm, trying to quicken his moves but he was in control. - Carter, please.

   - Beg me some more, honey. - he drowned her moans by kissing him, moving his hand to take his trousers off while his other hand continued to slowly thrust in and out of her. - Fuck, beg. 

   - Carter, pleas ... - without warning, his fingers left her and suddenly he thrust into her.

No sound came out of her as she stared at him, cold and hot shivers waving up and down her body as she got used to his size. She let out the smallest of whimpers as he entered her fully, his hands holding onto her waist as he looked into her eyes before his lips took hers. A groan was muffled by her kiss as he started to move, eyes slightly looking down to look at her so beautifully taking him in. It got him drunk, the feeling of her walls around him, it got him drunk. How could it now get him drunk to see his cock go in and out of her, she belonged to him and he belonged to her. He started slow, still in the mindset of teasing her as her nails racked down his back, leaving red lines. Yet, he could not control himself and soon he was going much faster than he intended, his grip bruising her hips as he moved her as he wanted her. It became too much, she thought, the feeling of him inside of her, the vein of his cock brushing her soft spot making her shiver and want for more. 

   - Fuck, honey, taking me so well ... - he grunted, pushing her chin down to look at them connected. - Just made for me, honey, just made for me. 

One of his hand left her waist to rub her clit, drawing circles as he continued to move in and out of her. At this point, he was out of his mind, thrusting in and out of her like an animal, kissing her neck and bitting her shoulder. All that could the heard was the sound of skin smacking against each other and the sounds of moaning and groaning. She felt a hot shiver run down her body turning cold as her walls contracted against him, the coil snapping and having her let out a high pitch moan. Carter however keep going, moving her hips into and away from her before throwing his head down and groaning, letting white ropes of cum paint her walls. He held himself up on his hands, leaning to kiss her forehead before holding her against him, the two falling asleep with the sound of rain hitting her window. 

   - You’re amazing, honey. - the whispered died down in the night.

She woke up later in the morning with the sound of his phone ringing. She groaned, turning around to bury her head on his side. Carter groaned too, his hand fishing through her coffee table to grab his phone, pressing the answer button before holding it up to his ear. He was clearly awake mid that call, leaving her to open her eyes and hold a blanket against her chest. Something bad was coming, she could feel it. Something bad was coming. 

   - Who is it? - she asked once the call was over. He was speechless, hand pulling at the back of his hair, something he did when nervous. - Carter?

   - It’s Serena. She wants to meet up.

   - Oh ... - she could almost hear her heart break. - That’s ... that’s good, right?

   - Hm ... yeah. 

   - You need to go. - she didn’t know why she was saying this, she didn’t know why she was willing to break her own heart.

Carter looked at her dumbfounded, almost like he wanted to fight her decision yet she remained as stoic as him, smiling. Yet, she couldn’t help but look down at her blanket as he got dressed. She just wanted this scene to end, this whole ordeal to be just a nightmare. Looking at him walk through that door, she wanted to yell out, wanted to tell him how she really felt, that she had loved him through all those times they spent together, she’d love him through his bad and best times. She wanted to tell him last night had been special.

   - Carter. - she called out. He turned his head to look at her, his lips parted as he waited for her to say something. Anything. - You ... you forgot your coat. 

She wanted to tell him she loved him.

But it was far too late. 

[angelmavmurdock]

The Boy Next Door

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem+mal), DIRTY TALK, PRAISE, CHOKING, THIGH RIDING, MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

inexperienced!reader x stoner!tom

(inspired by Ginny and Georgia)

The new house was a lot bigger than our last house. But of course that's due to my mother marrying a man 30 years older than her who owns some workout company. She's a gold digger is what I'm trying to say. Ever since I can remember, whatever guy she was dating dictated where we would live, where my brother and I would go to school, what I'd wear, how I'd act and even what friends I had. Or, lack there of. Always being the 'new girl' was beginning to get exhausting so I never really had friends. If I gained any friends then I knew that we'd get close then I'd move and we'd stay in touch for about a month before they move on and forget about me.

y/n. Always the new girl.

"y/n would you help us, please?" Mum asked in an annoyed tone, brushing past me with a box in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, walking to the car and beginning to lift stuff out and into the house. It was a huge driveway - unnecessarily large - and everyone on the street was the same. Everyone in the town was the same. It was a rich, suburban area. No place I hadn't seen before but we definitely didn't belong. My Mum just shapeshifted into whoever she thought Greg would want. Greg being my 'step-dad'. He's 63. My Mum is 33. How is that even allowed.

We unloaded everything from the cars and waited on the trucks arriving with everything else. Cameron and I scuffed our shoes as we strolled through the huge house, taking in everything and familiarising ourselves with our new home.

"I'm so glad I'm not at school anymore because being in a class with snobby assholes like these people would be shit." Cameron said, crossing his arms as he gestured to the family across the road.

I walked over to him and watched too. A family of 5 - two girls, one boy, Mum and a Dad - were dressed rather nicely in dresses and suits. They came out of their house and waltzed to their Tesla nonchalantly with their noses in the air. The eldest girl looked around my age. She would probably be in some of my classes.

"I'm not looking forward to Monday." I groaned.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the Tesla inquisitively as it drove off with the family inside.

"Trucks arrived!" Mum called from the front door.

We both shared our sibling look with one another then walked back out with reluctance. Mum was standing in the middle of the driveway with her hands on her hips, watching as Greg approached the van and signed some forms off. Cameron and I walked down and stood either side of her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around us, rubbing both our backs simultaneously.

"I've got a good feeling about this, guys." She took a deep breath.

"At least someone does." I remarked.

She ignored the comment and we watched Greg do practically nothing. I mean he was basically an ancient artefact.

"I've heard your new school is wonderful. The pass grade levels are insanely good and there's a lot of people there to befriend." Mum spoke positively.

"My last 6 schools also had a lot of people to befriend but of course, I always lose them because we move so bloody much." I clenched my jaw.

"Well...this time it's different."

I scoffed, "You always say that."

"I swear this time!"

"And that!"

"y/n I don't know what you want me to do. Greg is a great guy who is supporting us fully! I mean, look at this place! Surely you can't be mad we're living here." Mum shook her head, removing her arm from my waist.

"I'd rather live in a box with just you two than live in a huge house with some random guy in a town I hate." I argued then stormed away dramatically up the driveway.

I got into the house and slammed the door, grabbing the banister and stomping up the flight of stairs. There was one flight then a landing then another flight. This house was too bloody big.

I finally found what was meant to be my new room and slammed that door shut. Just for good measure. I huffed and sighed as I leaned my back against the white, wooden door.

The room was stark white and empty, only a bay window to give some character. I might hate Greg and my mother and this whole situation but I loved this bay window. I snaked in between the boxes and suitcases and sat on the wooden ledge. I kicked my shoes off before sitting my feet up and watching outside. My room faced the front of the house so I could see the movers offloading furniture and boxes off while Greg stood helplessly.

I groaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, just wanting to crawl into a shell and hide.

A slam of a car door forced my eyelids open and I jumped slightly.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

I heard a woman's voice from outside. I looked outside curiously, scanning the street with my eyes to find where the noise was coming from. It finally caught my eye and I had to sit up and switch sides of the window to look properly.

A red-headed woman and a curly headed boy were standing in the driveway.

Our next door neighbours apparently.

The boy was around my age, maybe a little older. He stumbled a little as he walked up the drive, his mother - I think - watching from behind her car door.

"I'm going to bed!" He shouted back.

"Not now you're not, you have to talk to me, Thomas!" She shouted, slamming her own car door.

Thomas.

He hung his head on his shoulders, "I need to sleep, mum."

"Well I just had to bail you out of jail for marijuana possession and use so you better talk to me."

Oof, I thought. He was a stoner. A criminal basically. But he was attractive from what you could see. Dark brown curly hair, tall enough, a sharp jawline, a good body from where I was sitting and a good style too - a hoodie with a denim jacket and jeans. But he was my neighbour. And a stoner.

"Mum can we just talk later?" He pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

"Tom we will talk about this right now." She said sternly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning his back to her and walking away. I watched him with a slight smile. He really was attractive.

"Thomas Holland you get back here right now!" His mother shouted.

"When I'm not on drugs, I'll talk." He stated.

His mother stuttered then just grunted in annoyance, allowing him to go inside.

I kept my eyes on him, my smile still on my face as he started to walk into his house. He suddenly turned his head with a confused expression then looked up. Straight at me through my window.

I froze in shock, eyes widening, mouth parting. He slowly smirked and nodded his head at me before going inside.

I sunk off the window ledge in humiliation, snaking to the floor and mumbling how stupid I was and how embarrassing that was.

"y/n! Come meet your neighbour!" Mum shouted up.

My ears perked up then I leaped up to look out the bay window. The boy next door's mum was standing outside, chatting to my mum.

-

I hardly learned anything talking to his mum. Her name was Nikki Holland, she had a husband named Dominic who was a comedian and a writer. She was a photographer. Along with Tom - the oldest - she had three other sons: twins named Harry and Sam and then Paddy who was a good bit younger. I can't remember the exact age. My mum had nosily asked her about Tom and that was the only part I listened to.

"He's 18,"

"Dropped out of school last year,"

"Says he wants to be an actor,"

"Oh today? He got in trouble from the police about...you know what, that isn't important."

"You look so young to be a mother to a teenager. How old are you?"

"And you're 18, too?" "Still in school?" "What do you want to do?" "Ah, smart girl."

The conversation was brief and slightly awkward. She was clearly stressed about Tom and his situation so I slid out of the engagement pretty fast and escaped up to my room.

During the entirety of the weird conversation, the movers had put my bed, mattress and desk into my room. It felt a lot more homier.

-

It was the next night and I had finished dinner and immediately gone upstairs. I was not participating in any sort of 'family time'. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through my phone aimlessly.

A thump outside drew my attention away and I looked to my right at the regular window which faced our neighbours house.

I sat up and squinted to see out into the dark. It was Tom. He was halfway out his window.

I didn't even realise our windows faced each other. And here he was, one leg out the window and his other following on. He had thrown a backpack down which caused the dull thump on the grass - which I only assume contains weed - and now he was escaping his house.

I got out of bed and walked to the glass, peeking out to see what he was doing.

He climbed impressively down the wall and jumped the last few metres, landing in a Spider-Man like pose. Admirable, I thought as he picked up his back pack and slid a skateboard out from a bush. He brushed it off then slotted it under his armpit.

He was sporting a black t-shirt with a dog-tag necklace and some distressed deep blue jeans with a denim jacket over top and a baseball cap placed on backwards that sat on top of his curly head of hair.

He looked around in case he was going to get caught then looked up. Directly at me. Again.

This time I didn't shy away. I just made a gesture and mouthed 'what the fuck?' then he laughed to himself and looked back up at me.

'Don't be so nosy, neighbour', he mouthed.

I squinted and shook my head in disapproval. He just smirked boyishly then walked to his driveway where he flipped his skateboard and skated off into the night.

I gulped and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate slow back down.

But curiosity filled my brain.

Where was he going?

-

Just as Sunday night came around, I had finished decorating my room. My pictures and paintings hung on the wall, along with some mirrors to fill the blank space of the white walls. My bed was cosy and was filled with throw blankets, fluffy sheets and way too many pillows. My desk was organised and my laptop sat atop the white surface, making it look a lot more professional than I had anticipated.

I had turned my bay window into a reading nook. A few blankets lay on the ledge and a couple pillows too, along with my current read.

I had seen Tom sneak out a few nights ago but I tried to stay away from the regular window, only ever sitting on the bay one because I couldn't see Toms room from there.

However, it didn't shield me from him completely.

I would see him outside in their front garden playing games with his brothers and sometimes I'd watch them from just over the top of my book. The way he played with their dog was cute. I had gathered her name was Tessa and I knew she was a staffy because we used to have one. He'd throw balls or sticks for her and sometimes she'd clamber on top of him with excitement. He'd dodge her licks but still clap her because she was excited after all.

Every once in a while he'd catch me looking down at him or I'd catch him looking up at me. Whenever it happened, it seemed as if everyone and everything disappeared. Like it was just us. Tunnel view. But then one of us would look away or stick the middle finger up or mouth 'fuck off'. Our unusual and silent rivalry was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years.

But now, Mum, Greg and Cameron were going out to a nice dinner to celebrate the first week of living here. I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea so I decided to stay home alone and eat pizza.

They all left and Cameron immediately texted me.

Cammando: I hate you for leaving me

y/n: your fault not mine :)

I didn't really know what to do. I walked around the house and asked Alexa to play some songs but I couldn't be bothered dancing. I wasn't really in a dancing mood.

I just gave up and went back upstairs into my room. My windows were still open so before I got changed I went to close them and put down the blinds. I closed the bay window and then I went to the next one.

I looked straight ahead into Toms room and my jaw dropped.

He was hopping and hyping himself up in front of a punch bag...shirtless with gloves on. I watched as he punched the bag skilfully, moving his feet as if it was a choreographed routine. His damp curly hair hung onto his forehead and I could see glimpses of airpods in his ears. His back muscles tightened and flexed as he threw punches.

He moved around the bag and now I could see the front of him. He had a very visible six pack. I definitely didn't expect that from the stoner boy next door. If I thought he was attractive before...now I don't even know what I would call him.

Otherworldly, perhaps?

He suddenly looked up and I gasped, turning and slamming my back against the wall next to the window, wincing at the pain. Hopefully he didn't see me...

It was creepy to be staring at him. I shouldn't have done it.

I peeked back and he was back to beating the poor punch bag.

God, he was so hot.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ears, burning with lust. I gulped and looked away, closing the blind to stop myself from looking anymore.

I got changed into shorts and a burgundy Cambridge University jumper that used to belong to my Dad. He gave it to me the first time he properly left for a while and I still have it even though I see him more often.

I hopped downstairs and played some music while I sorted the pizza and chips out to eat.

I sat and ate while listening to music. Once I was finished, I cleaned everything up then went back upstairs into my room, shutting the door behind me and jumping onto my bed.

I scrolled through tiktok aimlessly, just filling the time before it was an acceptable hour to go to bed as a teenager.

I switched apps to Instagram when I lay on my side, my back facing my windows. I scrolled through for a while but a certain picture caught my eye.

I had to blink a few times to really look.

It was my so called 'best friend' who I hadn't talked to since I moved twice after befriending her and my ex-boyfriend. My ex. My only boyfriend I've ever had. My first kiss, my first date...my first time. My only time. We only had sex twice. Three if you count foreplay but I faked it. Actually I faked it all of the times. He was never good at it and I had no idea how to go about telling him because to be honest, I had no idea what to do either.

But my ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend? She didn't even tell me. She didn't even think to ask me.

They were dressed nicely and holding each other's waists. It looked a little awkward but most of those pictures are because they are being taken by parents.

I looked through the comments.

OMG! Hot couple alert! You two are the cutest just marry already yall are too happy it's been the best year of my life baby

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

They had been together for a YEAR.

"Ugh!" I groaned and threw my phone across my room, hearing it basically break against the wooden floor.

"Rough night?" A voice spoke from my window.

I screamed, jumping with fear and successfully landing my ass on the floor.

I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon. A glass of water. It would have to do.

I quickly flung the water at the intruder, "WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!" I screamed, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

I heard the water splash over them but they still came in. I just threw the glass at them. It thumped against them dully and then crashed onto the floor.

"Ouch."

I slowly opened one eye and looked up at the figure who had just entered my room.

It was Tom.

He was in a grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts with a baseball cap placed on backwards, a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CLIMBING INTO MY ROOM?!" I shouted, standing up.

He was taller than me by a few inches but we were basically at eye level.

"I was clearly looking for some company but you then threw water over me and then a literal glass." He spoke calmly, wiping a hand over his wet face.

"How the hell are you being so calm about this?! You just intruded into my home!" I exclaimed.

"Well, darling, I have a thing called weed. It's great for calming you down. You clearly need some." He slung his bag around and went to open it.

"W-what? No, I'm not smoking weed!"

He sighed and slung his bag back, "Well, why are you being so uptight about this I just wanted to say hello." He smiled boyishly.

I licked my teeth in annoyance. He was so fucking attractive but he was so fucking annoying and I didn't even know him.

"You need to get out. I didn't invite you in here so you are not welcome." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Okay, yes. But also- my mother nearly just caught me sneaking out so it's a cover if she comes round here."

"Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she's a mad woman who hates me having a life apparently."

"You're an 18 year old who sneaks out of the house to smoke weed. I wouldn't call that a life." I remarked.

He smirked, "You know what, I like you."

He sat his bag down then started to walk slowly around my room, inspecting my pictures and decorations intricately.

I stuttered, not knowing how to react to this whole situation.

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowed.

"You're quite an interesting person, I must say."

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling.

"Ah, this makes sense." He picked up one of my camera's.

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat it down and picked up the next one, shrugging with a smug smirk.

"You like looking at things."

I gulped, red rushing to my cheeks.

"Clearly very beautiful things." He said, referring to my pictures on the walls.

"I'm just honoured I'm one of them."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "You wish you were."

"Oh but I am, aren't I?" He challenged, sitting my camera down.

I licked my back teeth and watched with heavy breath as he paced towards me slowly.

"I've never taken a picture of you before." I said matter-of-factly.

"You might not have but you definitely love a good stare, don't you?" He asked, his left eyebrow quirked cockily.

I noticed the unusualness of it and then looked into his dark, dilated eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said quietly.

He laughed lowly, "So you weren't staring at me earlier when I was working out?"

I stuttered as we came face to face.

"You're stubborn but I feel like I know you," He placed his fingers under my chin, tracing up my jaw and to my ear where he tucked some of my hair behind.

"Because I've been looking at you, too." He whispered.

I practically melted and a whimper left my mouth, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, "Already needy for me I see."

I looked up at him as his thumb swiped over my lips.

This whole situation was insane. I didn't even know how we got here. I didn't know how to feel, either. I had never been turned on like this before.

He slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth and I moaned around it, tasting his skin.

"Good girl." He praised, taking his thumb out and replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned again, feeling his lips on mine. His hands gripped my waist and I tangled my fingers into his hair.

He tasted of weed but I didn't mind it at all. He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall next to my bed. He gripped my hips tightly and I kept my hands in his hair. He must have gone for a shower since his workout because he smelled fresh and clean and his hair was damp.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was kissing a stranger. Who climbed into my room.

"Wait-" He pulled away briefly.

"Is your family home?" He asked.

"No, they're out all night." I answered breathlessly.

He smirked, "Good."

He suddenly lifted me up and I squealed, automatically wrapping my legs around his taut torso.

His tongue slipped between my lips again and I welcomed it. He lay me down on my bed and started to kiss down to my jaw and my neck.

I gasped and tugged his hair when he started kissing a certain spot on my skin. He got the message that I liked it and started licking and sucking on it. I arched my back slightly, moaning as he worked his tongue and lips on my skin.

He left the spot on my neck but kissed over my skin as he started to lift my jumper up. Panic and nerves suddenly settled in and I grabbed his hands, stopping his movements.

"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.

I swallowed, "I uh...I've never-"

His eyes widened, "You're a virgin?"

"No, no. I've had sex it just...it just wasn't that great." I bit my lip nervously.

He encased my lips in his and I relaxed to his touch.

"Do you want to?" He asked against my lips.

"Yes, fuck yes." I practically moaned into his mouth.

"I just need you to guide me through it." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away, "I can do that." He smiled.

He started to lift my jumper off and this time I let him. I sat up and he removed it, throwing it off the bed. He admired the pink bralette I was wearing and immediately pressed his lips and tongue to the valley of my breasts. He nipped and sucked on my skin and I moaned as he palmed one of my boobs while leaving marks on the other.

He came back up and kissed me again but flipped us over so I was now on top. He sat up and shuffled back against my headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

He brushed my hair off my shoulders and cupped my chin, taking me in.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" He asked lowly.

I gulped, "S-sure."

He smirked and I straddled his left thigh, holding his shoulders.

"Just rock your hips back and forwa-"

"Fuck," I moaned, the rubbing of the different materials causing my core to clench.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

His hands rested on my hips and he helped my movements.

"Feels so good." I moaned.

"Yeah? You like riding my thigh?" He prompted, his hands making me speed up.

I fisted the material of his shirt in my hands as my mouth fell agape with pleasure.

"Riding my thigh like such a good girl." He praised.

"Fuck!" I hung my head back, his words going straight to my core.

He chuckled cockily, "D'you like when I call you that? Huh?"

I nodded, too flustered with these new senses of pleasure to speak.

His hand travelled up into my hair and tugged on it by my roots. A louder moan than I would have liked escaped my lips.

"I asked you a question, answer me." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you call me that." I answered pathetically.

"Good girl." He praised, letting go of my hair and rocking my hips on him.

I felt an immense amount of pleasure build up and it felt as if something was going to snap in me.

"Oh shit, I- fuck!" I furrowed my brows in concentration and confusion.

"R'you gonna cum, darling?" He asked, almost shocked.

"I don't- fuck - know!" I moaned, feeling the knot inside my stomach about to snap.

But before that could even happen I was being flipped back onto my back and Tom was ripping off my shorts and panties, diving in between my legs with lust.

His hands held my thighs and brought me closer to him. His lips attached to my clit and sucked, giving me a whole new feeling.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" I moaned shamelessly, tugging his hair and fisting the bedsheets.

"Go on, darling. Cum in my mouth for me. Taste so good. Please, love."

The mixture between his words and his nicknames for me and the fact his mouth was working wonders on my core completely sent me over the edge: an experience I had never had before.

"Holy shit! Tom! Yes!" I subconsciously tightened my thighs around his head and my hands practically pushed him completely onto me.

He continued riding me through my high until I unclenched my thigh and he pulled away slowly.

I lay breathless and in a state of shock and euphoria at the same time.

"You okay?" He asked soothingly, rubbing his hand over my bare thigh as he came up to kiss me.

"Yeah I've...I've never-"

"You've never came before?" Tom asked, baffled by me.

"Nope..."

He kept his eyes on me but slipped a hand down to my core again. I bucked my hips against his hand with a gasp as he moved his fingers in circles over my core.

"You've never even touched yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're so wet for me, darling, fuck." He cursed.

He suddenly dipped a finger into my core and I moaned. He curled it up and I gripped his arm tightly.

"What d'you want?" He asked.

"I want you, Tom, please." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sat back, his hand coming away from my clit, leaving me feeling empty. He shed his shirt and I finally got to look at his chiselled torso up close. He then slid his shorts and boxers off and my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

He was semi-hard but he was already bigger than my ex. A lot bigger.

He pumped his member in his hand, "You sure about this?"

I stuttered, completely distracted by his actions than his words.

"What? You like the look of it? Hmm? Wanna suck me off?" He asked, his hand cupping my chin and sliding his thumb into my mouth again.

I moaned at his words and nodded.

"You want to suck me off, darling? You sure?" He asked, removing his thumb.

"Yes, fuck Tom, I wanna suck you off." I moaned.

"Good girl." He praised.

We switched positions so he was sitting against the headboard and now I was in between his legs.

"I don't know how to..." I said shakily.

"You're okay," He gathered my hair up in his hands.

"Do whatever feels natural and I'll tell you if it's good, yeah?"

I nodded and gulped, moving my mouth closer to his member. I pumped him in my hand a few times and I could almost feel him harden right there. I had done this part before, at least.

I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his lip. He hissed slightly and gripped my hair tighter. I slowly let my mouth down on him and came back up.

"That's it, good girl." He praised.

I moaned and continued bobbing my head slowly on him, finding a rhythm. I held his thigh for support as I got faster, easing into it.

"Fuck, darling, feels so good." He groaned.

The taste of him in my mouth was amazing, pre cum already escaping onto my tongue.

I slackened my jaw and took as much of him as I could then pumped the rest in my hand.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He held my head there and thrusted up.

His member hit the back of my throat but I didn't mind it at all. He made sure I was okay then did it again. And again. And again. Until he was continuously throat fucking me. I enjoyed it, surprisingly. The obscene sounds my mouth was making was not only making Tom more aroused, but also me.

I felt some drool drip down from my mouth onto my chin and even onto his lower stomach but I didn't care.

"Fuck, love those pretty little sounds coming from your throat, baby." He groaned.

I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Such a good girl."

But then he pulled me off of him. I looked at him in confusion but he flipped me onto my back sooner than I could say anything.

"Need to be in you before I cum, princess." He said, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked.

I felt his tip brush up and down my folds. I gripped his arms and nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate.

"Hey, look at me." He said.

I looked up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"Breathe in," He instructed.

I did as he said.

"And out."

As I breathed out, he pushed into me slowly.

I moaned and arched my back at the feeling of him inside of me. His technique worked.

"You okay?" He asked caringly.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"You can move."

He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, my arousal making it a lot easier for him to move.

"So fuckin' tight, darling." He cursed.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he bottomed me out.

"Yes!" I moaned, my back arching so our chests were touching.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

I hummed, "Faster, please."

He smirked, "As you wish."

His thrusts got gradually faster and my mouth hung open in a silent moan. He brushed past my g-spot with every movement and I scraped his back with my finger nails.

"So fucking good," I gasped.

He sped his thrusts completely and his head fell into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

"So big! Yes!" I moaned pornographically as he perfectly met my g-spot.

He reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit in skilful circles. I screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the now familiar feeling come back in my stomach.

"So good for me, darling. Been such a good girl. You gonna cum?" Tom whispered his praises into my ear.

"So close! Oh my god!" I curled my toes and dug my fingernails into his back.

"Come on darling. Feel so good around my cock. Feel so fucking good. You're a fucking angel, y/n. Fuck." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes back at his words. God his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Look at me when you cum, love."

I could hardly hear his voice anymore as I felt my second high approaching.

"I said-"

I gasped as I felt his hand around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, activating some unknown pleasure button.

"Look at me when you cum all over my fucking cock." He grunted, his dark, dilated eyes staring into mine.

I kept my eyes on him as my high began to wash over me. His thrusts kept the same pace but his fingers moved faster, spurring my orgasm along.

"Yes! Fuck, feels so- yes!" I moaned.

I was extremely loud, I'm surprised the police hadn't come knocking asking about it.

My high seemed to be everlasting. Tom began to pull out but I kept my legs wrapped around him.

"Want you to cum in me, Tom. Please." I begged.

"You sure?" He asked, holding his orgasm back.

"Yes! Please! Need your cum in me." I moaned seductively against his lips.

"Fuck- so good for me- yes!"

I felt as he stilled in me, and as his cum painted my walls. His face contorted in levels of pleasure as he finished and I was finally coming down from my own high.

He pulled out after a second and collapsed next to me.

We both lay together, not saying a word, just listening to each other's breathing calm.

After a minute or two, he turned to face me.

"That- was so fucking good." He laughed.

"It was." I smiled back.

He reached a hand over to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. I softened into his touch and hummed.

But that bliss was broken quickly.

"Hello?! We're home!"

I gasped, shooting up on my bed.

"Is that your mum?!" Tom whisper shouted.

"Yes! You need to go like now!" I whispered back.

He scurried off the bed and into his boxers and clothes, shakily putting on his shirt and attempting to put his shoes on quickly but leaving them untied.

I grabbed his backpack and handed it to him.

"Thank you," He smiled, taking it from me and heading for the window again.

He swung a leg out but then hesitated.

"Oh and uh-"

He held his hand out.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He grinned.

I smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, neighbour."

"Nice to meet you, too." He winked, before climbing out the window, down the wall and back into his own house.

Nice to meet you indeed.

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A/N: this is written for my amazing friend Caitlin and it's her birthday today! and she gave me all the details for this piece so i hope you guys enjoyed!

[asimpforarmin]

What Dog the AoT Characters Would Have 💛

Character(s): Armin Arlert, Sasha Braus, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Bertholdt Hoover, & Annie Leonhardt

Genre: Light-hearted, modern!au

Warnings: Mentions of animal neglect/abuse, some dog breeds commonly perceived as scary, cursing

A/n: I usually include Mikasa in my headcanons, but I just forgot until last minute that she existed ;-; so, sorry for not including her. If someone requests it, I’ll add her to the list.

💛 Armin

His parents got him a beagle puppy for one of his birthdays and he got so attached to it. He was so grateful that he had a dog and absolutely treasures him.

Named him Buddy because he’s his little sidekick and is always fun to play with and snuggle up to.

Buddy almost never shuts up though. A bird flies past the window? He starts barking. A truck goes by? Goes bonkers. He sees himself in the mirror? Shooketh.

Whenever Buddy starts going crazy, Armin picks him up, takes him away from whatever’s bothering him and scratches behind his ears. That makes Buddy practically melt into Armin’s arms and it’s so adorable. 💕

Buddy is very protective over Armin, or as protective as a dog his size could be. He always barks at the doorbell and is very wary of strangers.

If you walk into Armin’s house and Buddy has never seen you before, Armin will be sitting in a chair holding a dog who’s glaring into your soul.

You and Armin will try to have a normal conversation while Buddy is snarling and growling at you with Armin just patting his head and making an expression that says he deals with this all the time.

After a couple visits, Buddy is still tense around you but unwinds once you start playing with him.

Whenever Armin’s studying or working, Buddy will jump up into his lap and snuggle with him.

Sometimes when Armin falls asleep at his desk, he’ll have his arms on the table and Buddy in his lap.

When he’s in the car, Buddy tries to bite cars through the window. He just growls and bangs the glass with his teeth before Armin stops him from chipping a tooth.

Just how Buddy is protective of Armin, Armin’s protective of Buddy.

If someone talks shit about his dog, he’ll get sad about it. Buddy doesn’t deserve to be treated like that, he never hurt anyone.

Buddy can’t be taken to the park because he just agitates other dogs. He never gets along with them and never lets his guard down.

Buddy’s also one of those dogs who gets really dramatic. One time he was laying on the couch with his ball and it rolled off so he just started howling.

It’s also really hard to trim his nails without him growling, even though he’d never bite anyone.

Once Buddy has calmed down around someone, he’s fun to just hang around.

Armin likes to sit on the couch reading with Buddy on his lap or beside him. He’s great to study with or have around.

💛 Sasha

Adopts a 5-year-old blue greyhound from her local shelter.

She’d been volunteering there for a while when the greyhound came in and just couldn’t resist.

With greyhounds being bred to hunt and Sasha coming from a family who has a hunting background, it seemed like a match made in heaven.

She bought her and gave her a bright pink collar with a little dog bone tag with her name etched in it.

Since greyhounds’ necks are so long, she gives her a big knitted scarf to wear in the winter to keep her all nice and cozy.

Was torn between naming her Snickerdoodle or Candy because they’re both cute names and are both foods, but ended up naming her Pumpkin because she couldn’t decide and Pumpkin’s a really cute name as well.

Sasha loves playing fetch with her and it’s so fun because Pumpkin can run really fast, really far.

Pumpkin almost never barks unless she’s having fun or there’s someone at the door.

Sasha’s bed is lofted by a couple feet for storage and Pumpkin has no problem getting on and off her bed.

The first time Pumpkin saw Sasha’s bed, she didn’t know what to do so just sat there looking up at Sasha. It took a couple minutes for her to realize Sasha patting the bed meant she could jump onto it.

Sasha allows her dog on any of the furniture so there’s short hairs all over the couch no matter what.

Pumpkin’s really kind and gentle around kids so Sasha can basically take her anywhere. She’s super well behaved but sometimes scares people because she jumps in excitement.

Sasha also shares her food with her dog all the time. Always packs extra whenever she goes somewhere so she can give some to Pumpkin.

If you moved in with Sasha, Pumpkin would take to you right away.

She would literally be so sweet and always make you happy all the time. 😭💕

Plays tug of war and fetch a lot with you.

If you’re working/eating at a desk, she’ll lean her head on your leg until you pet her or give her food, or both.

Overall, Pumpkin is so sweet and adorable. She will always cheer you up when you need it and always has enough energy to play.

💛 Jean

Adopted a pitbull who is now 6, but was brought into a fighting ring when he was 4.

He knew it would be a challenge to help an abused dog but wanted to give him a good home.

When he first saw him, he was covered in scars and missing part of his ear.

He named him Kane. He’s a beautiful deep reddish-brown color with a white belly.

From the first moment they met, there was a connection. Kane warmed up to Jean quite quickly for a dog who’s been through so much.

Jean took him home and slowly introduced him to lifestyle changes, like going for walks or taking baths.

He introduces him to other dogs too. Kane showed a little hostility in the beginning, but once he realized they weren’t threats he was fine being around them.

Jean pays top dollar for him. Any issue he has, he takes him to the vet and gets it fixed up. He also gets the best food for him because that’s what he deserves.

Kane loves going for car rides. Sometimes Jean will get in the car with him, no destination in mind, and just drive.

Jean rolls the window down and Kane pokes his head outside. His mouth opens and because of the wind going into it, he showers the window behind him in slobber.

Kane absolutely loves swimming. He’s quite good at it, but Jean still takes a lot of safety precautions, such as a life jacket or shallow water because pitbulls are known to be somewhat bad swimmers.

Every summer, Jean takes out a kiddie pool and lets Kane splash around in it.

He also really likes to turn on the hose or sprinkler and aim it at Kane. He jumps up to bite the water and they both have a great time.

It can be a problem though because when Jean’s trying to fill the pool up, Kane keeps batting the hose with his paw or trying to eat the water and Jean has to get him to relax.

Other than his little quirks, Kane’s a relatively chill dog. He’s alright with being dressed up in costumes or having to wear a cone.

Every halloween, Jean gets both of them a matching costume and they sit on the porch to give kids candy.

Jean also lets the kids pet Kane because over time, he gets very welcoming of people and other dogs he doesn’t know.

Long story short, Kane’s not the dog you want to protect your house, if someone broke in, he’d just start wagging his tail and not be able to tell what’s going on.

💛 Connie

Saw how cool Jean’s dog is and also wanted a badass and cool breed.

He ended up adopting a doberman pinscher.

Like Jean’s dog, she looks strong and intimidating.

Unlike Jean’s dog, she acts the complete opposite of how she looks.

She’s often quite jittery or seems scared. Whenever someone even remotely raises their voice, her ears go down and she lowers her head.

You and Connie often have to give her tons of pets and appreciation after shouting, whether it’s good or bad shouting.

She’s also a total cuddlebug. She loves to be on Connie’s lap 24/7 and sleeps right next to him, watching over him.

Because of her timid personality, Connie named her Lily. It’s a sweet and innocent sounding name. Even though he sought her out to be a “cool” dog, she’s super sweet and didn’t want to name her something that conflicted with who she really was.

One thing about Lily is she loves running. Connie likes to skateboard alongside her as she pulls him along. It’s not much effort for her because Connie’s lightweight and uses his feet a lot. Plus, the area they live is pretty flat, so they often do.

Lily has a hard time understanding what is and isn’t a toy. One time she nearly chewed off one of the sofa legs. Next time Connie sat on it, it snapped and then he figured out Lily was behind it.

After that, he trained her to know everything he puts in her basket is a toy, but everything else isn’t. Then, she used the basket as a toy.

She goes through toys lightning quick.

Every time you or Connie give her a new stuffed animal, it takes approximately .2 seconds for it to be torn to shreds.

Connie loves to take her to PetSmart and let her pick out toys in-store.

If she chooses a toy that means Connie won’t need to guess what she likes and what she doesn’t.

One time she chose one of those scented rope toys, but once Connie took the packaging off, she started acting weirdly.

Once he gave it to her, she started barking at it and whacking it with her paw.

Connie was super confused so he threw it and she chased after it like normal, but once she got close to it she started acting scared of it and barking.

It’s been like that ever since now so they just don’t play with that toy.

Lily doesn’t bark that often. She usually only barks from excitement or when she meets someone new.

She also doesn’t have the zoomies that much so she’s a really relaxed dog to hang with.

💛 Bertholdt

Bertholdt saw his neighbors packing their stuff in a van one day and leaving but saw they left their samoyed leashed up outside.

He wanted to hold out hope that they were just going out somewhere for a bit so waited the rest of the night but found the dog still chained up the next morning in the rain.

He was never close to his neighbors and didn’t want any confrontation so he went up and knocked on the door, checking if anyone was home.

No surprise, they weren’t so he cautiously made his way over to the dog.

It was so happy to see someone and started licking his hand right away.

He unchained the dog and led it into his house where he gave it a nice warm bath and some food.

While bathing her, he took off her collar, with the neighbor’s number and address engraved in it along with her name, Mavis.

While Mavis was eating he called the number he found on her tag. He explained that the dog looked like it was left there on purpose so he took it in until they got home. They just said they didn’t want her anymore and hung up, which broke Bertholdt’s heart.

So he took her to the vet, got some pet things because he hasn’t owned a pet previously and she became a big part of his life.

She clings to him everywhere and won’t ever leave his side. Almost never barks and is super good on a leash.

Bertholdt takes her to the dog park a lot, Mavis is very social and has made a lot of friends there.

Mavis has quite the habit of rolling around in the mud or dirt though so Bertholdt has to give her a bath quite often.

Bertholdt absolutely cannot contain the dog hair. There is so much of it and it’s everywhere, went through like 3 lint rollers in the first week.

He spoils her rotten. Whenever he goes shopping he gets her new treats and toys because he swore to do right by her when her old owners didn’t.

If you were brought into the equation, Mavis would love you unconditionally. She’ll be there to give you high-fives and cuddle with you.

She is the softest thing on the planet so the cuddles are amazing. If you and Bertholdt sleep together, she’ll plop herself right in between the both of you so she could get attention until you fall asleep.

Whenever she needs something but isn’t up, she licks your face until you give her what she wants.

Even though she can get quite hot in the summer, she always wants to cuddle and loves to do it, whether it’s with you or Bertholdt.

💛 Annie (normally I don’t write for her but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head)

Hitch gave her a chihuahua for her birthday even though she never remotely hinted at wanting a dog.

She didn’t want to return it though and oddly liked it, even though she never asked for him.

Just calls him “Dog” for a bit since she doesn’t know what to name him.

He’s a tan deer head dog so Annie gives him the name “Biscuit” after a couple weeks.

It’s super generic but she doesn’t think he needs any fancy name and he looks like a biscuit so 🤷🏻‍♀️

She has one of the backpacks with a compartment to fit a dog.

She likes to put Biscuit in there and take him out when she goes out.

When Annie takes him out, Biscuit is usually pretty chill, aside from giving a couple glares to random people.

Sometimes he even falls asleep in her backpack.

Whenever someone pisses Annie off, Biscuit senses it. Annie isn’t usually one to get into a full-blow fight and be loud, so Biscuit is her volume. Whenever she starts going off, he starts growling and barking.

And when she does get loud, both of them are yelling and screaming so that often deters the other person.

When she first got Biscuit, Annie didn’t really pay that much attention to him. She’d be on the couch and whenever he came up to her with a ball or toy, she’d throw it.

Then as she started to get used to him, she started to like him more.

Nowadays, she sometimes chases him around the house with a smile on her face and it’s so adorable, especially because she doesn’t smile all too often.

Biscuit is relatively calm, even for a chihuahua. He can often be seen on the couch on his back with his tongue out laying in the sun.

Speaking of being on the couch, originally Annie wanted to keep him off all furniture but soon realized he simply wouldn’t stay off and she didn’t want to bother to train him not to.

Now, they share almost everything. She sleeps with him next to her, they relax on the couch together, and sometimes she even brings him up on one of the kitchen chairs and they share food together.

Biscuit hates her alarm clock with a passion. If Annie doesn’t wake up from the alarm, she wakes up from the high pitched barks of her dog wanting her to turn it off.

Once the two are close, they are bonded for life and can be seen everywhere together.

[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.5

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Summary: someone please give Nicole a break for the love of Miranda. And there be smut y'all

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Seeing Cassandra's softer side made something flutter within Nicole's chest. The brunette was a sadist through and through. Witness to that fact was the array of torture devices that littered the dungeons. Not to mention the prisoners she frequently killed, only to haul them on the autopsy tables in her study to be examined, chopped and sectioned by the both of them.

But there was an uncharacteristic sort of gentleness in the way their lips slid against each other, sharp teeth occasionally biting down on Nicole's lower lip but never enough to draw blood. In the way Cassandra would drag sharp nails against flushed skin, but not go beyond the pleasurable amount of pain. Even the glint in golden eyes when Nicole went over some old notes of hers on more tricky anatomy concepts. Having an exclusive look at this side of Cassandra felt beyond intimate and the thought almost made her miss when the brunette spoke from where she was leaning over a notebook.

"Okay let's just wrap this up, I have plans."

Nicole hummed, dropping the liver she was holding in a freezer bag. Most body parts were already bagged and ready to be picked up by Cynthia and her undercooks, they were just putting into practice some things the brunette was curious about. She dropped the now blood soaked leather gloves in the sink and went to sit by Cassandra, who was scribbling some final notes.

"In that case I'll go enjoy a cup of tea," she sighed. "Tea that I had to skip because someone was eager to start on this early."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, accompanied by her usual smirk. "I meant plans with you."

Oh? That was new. The brunette laughed at Nicole's wide eyed expression and snapped her notebook shut. She took her sweet time putting it on the shelf with the others and checking the time, pretending not to notice the redhead's inquisitive expression. Then, she lifted Nicole’s chin with a thankfully not covered in blood finger.

"Don't get me wrong I love it here but," she grimaced, "it gets stuffy sometimes. Especially in summer."

Well, that much was true. The undergrounds of the castle were oddly warm, although not downright hot, compared to what one would expect from a castle. Pair that with the annoyingly humid atmosphere and having to wear a leather apron and gloves so as to not completely ruin your outfit and you got the perfect recipe for discomfort. She really ought to ask Cassandra about installing some kind of better ventilation down here.

"Meet me in the attic in about… an hour." She leaned down and their mouths were so close that Nicole could feel icy breath on her lips.

The attic? She's never been to the attic, it was not only off limits for most staff but also dangerous if rumors were to be believed. Not that she had the clarity of mind to voice any concerns when Cassandra finally leaned in to kiss her, complete with a nip on her lower lip that made Nicole’s breath hitch.

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The fact that Nicole had no idea how to get to the attic could be a slight problem. She had asked Anita, but not only did she not know, she also seemed mortified by the idea. Another maid just gave her vague directions to look for a ladder on the top floor. As if that wasn't like trying to find the needle in a haystack. Or the needle in a giant castle.

She was just wandering around the top floor, praying not to stumble upon anyone who would be less than thrilled to see her there. A sigh of relief escaped past her lips when she heard familiar buzzing and steps coming towards her.

"Oh Cas-" she swallowed her words when she noticed red hair spilling from underneath a black hood.

"Nicole! What are you doing here hmm?" Her inquisitive hum was way too exaggerated the same way her fangs seemed too sharp when she grinned.

"I was just looking for Ca- lady Cassandra. She asked me to meet her in the attic."

Daniela's mouth fell open, almost forming an O shape. Then back to her characteristic giggle, almost as if laughing at a joke only she knew.

"What, you don't know how to get there?"

"...Not really," she sheepishly admitted.

And that was a mistake. Nicole would've preferred to wander the hallways until Cassandra eventually got bored enough of waiting and decided to come see where her glorified lab partner was. But her plan was ruined by Daniela wordlessly grabbing her arm and pulling her in the opposite direction she was going in. She even went the extra mile to partially turn into a swarm, which made Nicole's panic skyrocket. She didn't mind bugs. But having hundreds of them fly all around you, accompanied by manic giggling was a whole other thing.

Before she knew it though, Daniela let go of her arm, laughing a little at Nicole's stumbling. She gestured dramatically towards a ladder and said:

"There you go. Say hi to Cassie for me."

"Th- thank you my lady." And with a small bow of the head she grabbed the ladder and started ascending on shaky legs.

"And enjoy your date," she called out, once Nicole was at the top of the stairs.

Blushing, she decided to ignore the comment and start looking for the sister less likely to turn her into fly food.

The attic looked… old. It was obvious that people didn't come here often, although someone probably did clean it regularly as there were no cobwebs nor dirt on any surfaces, aside from some dust. It was full of neatly arranged boxes and crates, their contents as mysterious as the castle's inhabitants. Tentative steps took her across ancient floorboards, navigating old rooms.

"Rah!"

Nicole damn near jumped out of her skin, a string of curses spilling past her lips. "Jesus fucking christ Cassandra!"

The brunette only laughed, hands on her knees and pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

"That's what you get for making me wait for so long."

"I didn't even know where the attic entrance was! Good thing one of your sisters came to my rescue." Nicole rolled her eyes at the last word.

Cassandra stopped laughing, eyes narrowing slightly. "Which one?"

"Uh- Danie-"

"Did she hurt you?" Cassandra grabbed her arms, golden eyes looking for any visible injuries.

Nicole just laughed softly, taken off guard by the display of concern. "No, no. Just gave me a bit of a fright, that's all."

With an eye roll, Cassandra guided her further into the attic, through more dusty rooms, until they reached a short corridor, light spilling from its other end. The room they entered was relatively small, almost half of it occupied by stacked boxes as if it used to be a storage room like the rest of the attic and nobody bothered to completely clear it out. A few pieces of furniture were also present: a couch with a coffee table in front of it and paintings leaning against a wall to collect dust. This room however had a window, left slightly ajar, that allowed you to see the mountains stretching on the horizon, crowned by the beautiful orange hues of dusk.

Nicole moved to the glass to take in the view, mouth almost hanging open, when an ungodly screech from outside made her backpedal straight into Cassandra.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked, eyes widening at the sight of flying creatures circling the towers.

"Mother's flying guard dogs."

"They sound the same way I'd imagine the souls of the damned do." Nicole didn’t take her eyes off the ghoulish creatures, almost as if keeping eye contact would dissuade them from attacking.

Cassandra just shrugged. "Wouldn't be too far off. Also here." She sat on the couch, gesturing towards a cup.

Nicole went to sit by her side, grabbing the mystery cup. She frowned slightly when the steam reached her nose, bringing with it a pleasant minty and honey aroma.

"Tea?"

"Since you were so disheartened about having to skip it earlier," Cassandra averted her eyes, seemingly finding the curtains very interesting.

After a long sip, she let out a content sigh. The warmth was more than welcomed, despite the weather. She set the cup back on the table and turned her attention on the brunette, now fidgeting with the corner of a pillow.

"Thank you," Nicole said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek.

Cassandra smiled and turned around, locking their lips in a kiss that at first mimicked her gentleness, but soon turned hungry when dainty hands made their way to the brunette's nape, pulling her closer. She shifted them both, pushing Nicole down on the pillows littering the couch, until she was laying on top of her, legs on each side of her waist. Her focus was on leaving a trail of nips and kisses down Nicole's neck when the redhead jumped and barely stifled a yelp at another screech from outside.

"Ugh what the fuck is today, scare me out of my mind day?"

"How are you scared of these but countless dead bodies don't phase you?" Cassandra laughed, sound muffled by her position with her mouth against Nicole's neck.

"I used to work on corpses, not on ugly gargoyles that could chew my face off!" She gestured wildly at the window and the few creatures visible outside.

"You what?"

"You...didn't know?" Nicole couldn't help a giggle at Cassandra's confused expression.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I thought your mother told you already. Or your sisters," Nicole shrugged.

"They knew?!" And, after something seemed to dawn on her, "Oh I'm gonna kick both their asses."

Nicole couldn’t help letting out a small laugh, placing her hands on Cassandra's cheeks and, with a pout for dramatic effect, "Right now?"

As much as the sight was both funny and endearing, the warmth starting to pool at her core was making her beyond impatient.

The indignation in golden eyes was replaced by an all too familiar glint and black painted lips went back to their work on Nicole's neck. Sharp fangs pierced the skin there, just enough to draw a few drops of blood and a whine. After licking every last bit of it, Cassandra's lips moved to the collarbones and lower, hands slowly starting to undo the buttons of Nicole's pesky uniform that was in the way.

When both the button up and the skirt were discarded on the floor Nicole tangled her fingers through black hair and pulled Cassandra in for a kiss. Her free hand went to the back of the dress, pulling down the zipper and guiding it off of the brunette's shoulders. Once both of them were left only in undergarments, Nicole pulled back to look up at the brunette.

"If I knew I was supposed to dress up I would've asked the chambermaid if there's anything fancy in the uniform stash," she said, taking in the beautifully intricate lace of Cassandra's matching bra and underwear, complete with a giggle at her awful joking.

The brunette only raised an eyebrow. "Mhm I can take care of that. Not like you'll need these for long though." Her hands reached under Nicole's back to unclasp her bra and in mere moments that too was on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then Cassandra bent down to crash their lips together, tongue slipping past Nicole's lips when a wandering hand elicited a gasp from her.

Cassandra was by no means a patient person. Quite the opposite actually. But teasingly dragging her nails across sensitive skin only to feel the girl under her squirm and whine when her hand just won't go where she needed it made waiting all the more sweet. Slender fingers started to toy with the edges of Nicole's underwear. After a groan against her lips and an impatient tug of hair, Cassandra finally gave in, slipping two fingers inside her. She felt Nicole arch into her, a broken moan escaping past her lips when she broke the kiss to let her head fall back into the cushions. Cassandra took that as an opportunity to kiss the length of her neck, occasionally stopping to suck or bite at a spot, enjoying every gasp and moan she drew out of the redhead.

With Cassandra's rough pace it didn't take long before Nicole was clenching her thighs around her hand. Cassandra kissed her, swallowing her moan as she came.

The small room in the attic, Cassandra's drawing room she would later find out, was the perfect secluded spot. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other. First evening of many.

[neonponders]

This isn’t what @memes-saved-me had in mind for this post but lol (read their tags, they’re delightful) 

Thinking about a younger Billy and an older Steve today ✨

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Billy scratched at the hair on his nape. He wanted to grow it out; really had always wanted long hair. And now, as he peered at the other sophomores trying to fluff themselves bigger to match the juniors and seniors, he just might.

Long hair was in. Mullets, rock star manes, extensions - even the opposite. Women with buzz cuts and pixie faux hawks. Pleasant little surprises in Hawkins, Indiana, and Billy might finally indulge in that.

Plenty in this town was backwards as all hell. Girls wearing white stockings like it was the fifties. Boys and girls alike clearly letting having learned hair styling from their out-of-date parents. Two girls with beehives sat in his English class.

But it was fine, because there was plenty of present-day styling, and Billy wouldn’t get any shit at home for matching his peers.

Cherry Lane. The most backwards spot in Indiana.

But that’s okay, too, because small town people need occupations. Parties.

A cool senior with teased, black hair walked right up to him and handed him a neon orange sheet of paper. He saw others holding similar invitations all day. 

Party on Friday night. Address, dress code, and everything.

Caught him by surprise, that a dress code would be needed for one of these things, but the invitation just said ~casual attire~ and someone in his Advanced Biology class told him that Tina hosts the best shin digs, often with costume themes.

So he went. The late summer evening was still humid as all hell, making the party split between the massive house and the matching yard a convenient way to start a weekend.

He’d had alcohol before. Enough to know he preferred tequila drinks over vodka and gin, but the safest way to wake up the next day was to just stick to beer. No matter how bitter or sharply carbonated some of it was made.

Maybe that’s why he heard people hollering about King Steve.

Keg stands weren’t original to Hawkins, but Billy preferred them next to a bonfire on a beach. But people were really yelling for this king to do the damn thing - 

“Steve, why are you even here? You graduated in May,” Tina’s voice cut through the din.

“I live down the street! You really think you’re making this much noise without me noticing? And all of you shut the hell up! I’ll do a keg stand the day one of you dip shits can actually beat my record.”

Another surprise:

Steve Harrington.

Billy’s dumb luck had him three years behind, so he couldn’t look at that face in the hallways. Sit behind that head of glossy, bouncy hair in European History. He still lived in town, apparently. Right down the street. Billy asked around and discovered he worked at the mall and attended the community college -

“Heard you been asking about me.”

Billy stared wide-eyed over his beer. He recovered quickly, but not before Steve bounced on the balls of his feet, smug. That hair was really distracting.

These people really gossip about everything.

“I didn’t think anybody actually went by a title like that.”

“I didn’t put it on my resume, that’s for sure.” Steve’s smirk grew into a smile. Christ, the guy really had that Indiana, home town handsome thing to his face.

That was dangerous. Billy’s gut told him so, the way it bruised like someone had poked it. And wanted to be poked again.

“Let’s do this properly. Steve.” He held his hand out.

It wasn’t queer to accept a handshake. “Billy,” he replied.

“Hargrove?”

“Jesus,” he scoffed involuntarily, releasing Steve’s large hand. His weight shifted over his feet. “Everybody knows everything here.”

“Not everything,” Steve said. His voice sounded...reassuring? But the way his eyes blinked...and a darkness slipped behind his eyes like a curtain. Adults liked to call it maturity. Wisdom beyond years. Billy called it ghosts. Everyone had ghosts behind their eyes. But...he had a hard time imagining what ghosts this pretty senior in suburban America would already have.

Then again, Billy knew better.

Except, as the party progressed and the weekend flowed into a new week, Billy really couldn’t imagine what made Steve slouch a little, and what made his eyes fade out of a conversation. Billy probably should have put more attention into how much he’d begun seeking the guy out.

He worked in the ice cream parlor at the mall. The uniform was equal measures ridiculous and hilarious, but his coworker was cool as hell. Robin. Not Steve’s girlfriend, even though they carpooled to work and community college.

Steve’s house proved just as luxurious as Tina’s, with a pool to boot. A house which supposedly stayed empty more often than it hosted its own family. Steve notoriously didn’t host parties, which....seemed uniquely odd.

Apart from Billy visiting the ice cream shop, it seemed Steve’s only other visitors were high school freshman. Which was weird. That’s weird, right? Then again, Billy was ball and chained to eight hours a day, five days a week to high school. There was plenty of time for Steve to be with friends his own age.

Except he showed up at the next party on Halloween.

Tina’s house boasted a surprising number of Hawkins graduated seniors, forcing the party all the way out onto the street.

Just like before, Steve manifested beside Billy, announcing himself with fingertips brushing his slowly growing, weak little mullet. “Growing that out?”

Steve’s already heavy eyelids were heavier with alcohol. Billy had his customary cup of beer, but his cheeks flushed for a different reason. He had to rub the back of his neck to make the tickle stop.

“Yeah. Maybe it’ll touch my shoulders next year.”

“Have you trimmed it?”

Billy frowned at him. He’d heard some things come out of Steve’s mouth that were endearing in a ‘bless his heart’ kind of way, and this was among them. “No, that defeats the point of making it longer.”

Steve shook his head and waved for him to follow. “Come here. I’ll trim it.”

“You’re not cutting my hair,” Billy scoffed. And followed.

Upstairs.

Billy did his best not to look around the living room; to see any eyes apart from the ones he imagined on his backside. He followed at a leisurely pace. Not eager to be with King Harrington anywhere...

The guy walked right into the closed master bedroom. Billy stood outside of it, stunned at his audacity and the fact that no one was inside it already - 

“You coming?”

Billy’s not a coward -

Actually he is. But he’s an overeager sophomore with a dangerous crush even more.

Steve dug through the master bathroom’s drawers until he found a pair of scissors in their own case. “Sit on the tub.”

By tub, he meant jacuzzi edge. Billy perched. Steve gripped his shoulder to step into the tub with a comb that smelled of foreign hair product and aftershave. Billy’s nose wrinkled. “Wash that first.”

Then he jumped at the tub faucet turning on right beside his ass. Steve laughed. “Chill out. I’m washing it.”

Billy settled with a disgruntled shake of his head. “My hair is curly. You’re not supposed to brush it at all.”

“You’re in the hands of The Hair Harrington, sweetheart. Just relax.”

His shoulders sagged right underneath the weight of sweetheart.

I’m so screwed - 

Of all people to show up in the doorway, Robin from Scoops showed up with an energy that insinuated more sobriety than the guy wielding scissors.

Her mouth hung open like she had come with something to say, but then she sputtered through laughter. “Oh shit. Are you consenting to this?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “If he cuts my ear, I’m beating his ass.”

“I’d appreciate more faith from you, Buckley. I cut your bangs for you.”

Billy chirped, “Really?” admittedly feeling a bit better.

Steve intercepted with the order, “Are you gonna play music or what? I’m so tired of Tina’s music.”

That’s how Billy wound up in a bathroom with college freshmen trimming his ends and styling his hair while Steve and Robin shout-sang to Whitney Houston.

It was great.

Steve curled the top of his hair so he had ringlets falling over his bold brows. Steve, who had his hands all over Billy’s head until he washed the hair down the drain and filled the tub for a bubble bath. Billy scrutinized himself with a handheld mirror until Steve wrapped his arms around him and they tumbled backward into the wet landing.

Tina was hardly pleased to find the three of them making a mess of the jacuzzi, but she sassed a quick thank you for warding off people trying to fuck in her parents’ bed. Billy didn’t have words; only laughter at Robin putting her hair into a wet mohawk and Steve piling bubbles onto his head.

Steve insisted they go back to his house afterward. “It’s November and we’re soaked. Your car will be fine. I can come back and park it in my driveway if you’re that worried.”

That wasn’t the problem.

“It’s fine that your parents are never home, but mine will only recently lifted my curfew for good behavior.”

Somehow, he convinced Steve and Robin to drive him back to his house, at the expense of letting them change at Steve’s first. Billy had his eyes on a beautiful Camaro and was just a few more months of allowance and part time jobs away from having her.

It was his first time in Steve’s house. He had to admit, he preferred Tina’s layout and decor, but he got to wander around. He saw Robin use one of the guest rooms. He saw Steve’s....incredibly boring room. And said as much.

“A prison cell has more personality.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Are you ready to go?”

It wasn’t until Billy lay in his own bed that those words tumbled through his brain. His fingertips moved through his still-styled hair. It felt better with those dead ends gone. Steve did a good job. Steve liked Whitney Houston and Blondie and a little of everything, really. Steve cared about his appearance enough to be a self-taught stylist.

Steve didn’t have a lot of furniture in his room. Clutter on the dresser and desk, sure, but all of it monochrome or neutral colors. Steve who had an old BMW, house, and surely a bank account to match, but didn’t buy anything in excess. Like he wasn’t allowed to, or something. Billy indulged every scent he got on things he wanted, but Steve didn’t.

Steve had a nailed bat in his trunk. Billy heard it rolling around on their way back to his house, and finally bent over to look under the seats and saw it.

Steve was a walking contradiction. A contradiction who smelled good but didn’t say much when Billy and Robin talked about history. Who started giving Billy free ice cream but never asked about Billy’s stepsister. Who gave Billy rides and gave him the hookup to the high-paying neighbors of Loch Nora for mowed lawns and dogs walked.

Steve helped him get his car sooner than he would’ve otherwise but didn’t ask for anything in return.

Steve, who was always available for a good time, but looked sad when left with his thoughts.

Billy didn’t take well to not being the center of attention. He’d grown up with an interrogation lamp over his head, and sought positive interaction everywhere else. He got so much of it from Steve, that the occasions where Steve bumped against him...refused him, or ignored him, or reminded Billy that he was a rinky dink sophomore lit a match in his belly. And he’d swallowed gasoline for too much of his life.

“That’s something a virgin says.”

Billy couldn’t even remember what he’d just said. He was already, instantly, seeing the glow of embers on the fringe of his vision. “Excuse me?”

Steve shrugged as he got up from his couch. “It’s whatever. It’s fine. Just showing your hand, is all.”

Billy couldn’t believe it. Steve was either the biggest idiot in Hawkins - which he knew wasn’t true considering there was a real cesspool that smoked underneath the bleachers - or he was so far in denial that Billy had a whole new reason to be pissed.

An involuntary sound left Steve when Billy came up behind him and pushed him against the wall underneath the stairs.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

Billy wasn’t some cute sophomore. He stood toe to toe with Steve, barely an inch shorter. If this is what it took for Steve to realize that, fine.

To realize that Billy wasn’t some teenager scared shitless of a girls’ bra -

Steve regained his footing, and closed the distance between their mouths. It was small, soft, and brief. Rationality should have made Billy step away. Punch him, maybe. But Billy wasn’t rational. His shock held him statuesque, barely breathing while Steve moved a hand to cradle the side of his head and neck -

A sound left Billy this time, as Steve angled his mouth over Billy’s. Where he learned Billy was scared, so scared of Steve. His body dashed rationality against the wall and kissed him back tentatively, and then earnestly, just trying to keep up until Steve’s other hand framed him in. As Steve pushed against him until Billy walked backwards to have himself pressed against the wall.

He felt drunk as his hands let go of Steve’s shirt to hold onto the curvature of his ribs. He panted while Steve kissed his throat and washed Billy’s senses with his warm, sweet fragrance; his hair brushing Billy’s face and inspiring him to turn his face into Steve’s scalp. Inhale him into his lungs.

Billy didn’t know what game they were playing. But Steve outplayed him.

[sdr2lovemail]

I just noticed that you are alive again! So um.. I've been thinking for QUITE a while of a relationship Ultimate Impostor x Ultimate Leader (in the killing game ig?), idk why. If the requests are closed feel free to ignore this. Thank you!

You could say that I am a fan of Imposter's work. Even tho there is not a lot of content about them out there I still love them dearly.

And yes I died for a minute but have risen from the grave to continue my writing career. I hope you enjoy what I have written my friend because I absolutely love it.

⚔Mod Peko⚔

Spoilers for chapter 1

The Ultimate Imposter disguised as Byakuya Togami and the Ultimate Leader butt heads but also kinda wanna kiss each other

Teenagers and a killing game are bound to fall into chaos. Teenagers, a killing game, and no supervision will cause more chaos. That’s why they need a leader. Someone strong and brave to guide them. However two ultimates wanting to be that leader, teenagers, a killing game, and no supervision will cause even more chaos.

Breakfast was a usually calm time. Everyone just wanted to eat and get on with finding a way off this forced school trip. However there were some mornings where everyone seemed to be full of energy. Akane and Nekomaru were engaged in a fierce 1v1 training session. Chairs, tables, and food flying throughout the air from the power of their moves. The restaurant was in total disarray and with your talent of being a leader you must do something to calm the crowd. Standing up you set your arms behind your back and call out to your classmates.

“Everyone! This is-”

“Sit down, common folk. You will all cease this foolish behavior and stop wasting food.”

“Huh?”

At the mention of wasting food Akane quickly stops her fighting. She then pulls up a table and chair from the mess of the restaurant and begins to chow down. You look at where the voice came from and see Twogami sitting at a table with a plate. Just because this guy is loaded he thinks he can be a better leader than you? Oh you will just have a quick word with him to set the record straight. With quick strides you tap him on the shoulder giving him your best stern look. This look helped you strike the feeling of order into people. But Twogami doesn’t look impressed at all?! No you can’t let him see you falter. Standing up straighter than ever you begin to speak.

‘Hey what’s the big idea? I’m the Ultimate leader. I don’t need your help guiding our class.” You told him with a grim expression. Twogami gave you a look over before setting down his fork. He wipes his mouth off with a napkin before standing to face you. His intimidation factor was off the charts. Can money buy such a scary aura?! After adjusting his glasses he begins to speak with a sigh.

“Listen I, Byakuya Twogami, am much better suited to be in charge. You may have your impeccable wits and title but that is nothing compared to being next in the Togami line. Now are we done here? I would like to finish my food”

Not even giving you a chance to respond he goes right back to eating. Even with your ultimate status this guy intimidates you a lot. But you will not be backing down. He thinks he’s so high and mighty you’ll show him high and mighty.

The days feel like they’re getting heavier. Monokuma’s annoying voice rings in your ears. There’s no way you’d believe that memory loss garbage….And even if you did, you had to stay strong for everyone. Twogami’s party did nothing to calm the tense feeling in the air. You decided you were going to check this abandoned building from top to bottom before anyone steps foot inside.

You do not see Nagito when you first step in. Maybe he’s cleaning somewhere else. Teruteru was said to be in the kitchen. Entering the main room of the building you see Twogami rifling through what looks to be a metal case. Hearing the floors creak under your weight he looks over. Upon seeing you he sends a glare.

“And what are you doing here? I don’t remember you having to prepare anything.” There was a doubtful tone to his voice. Twogami was trying to let this party go off without a hitch. And he wasn’t going to let some commoner ruin his plans. Though behind the rich boy costume Imposter did feel kinda bad. They felt like they were trampling all over your pride with their Byakuya act. However this was their ultimate. And as Twogami….No. Just as themself, if that even existed, they will keep their classmates safe. Even if they have to hurt some feelings.

“As a leader it is my duty to keep everyone in order and assure maximum safety. I plan to do a total sweep of the place before the party.” And like he did to you, you did not give him a chance to answer. You quickly turn around and exit out into the hallway missing the look of awe on Twogami’s face. Walking past the fire door you come up to the kitchen. Before you can reach for the door it swings open revealing Nagito. Strange….If Teruteru was already in the kitchen there was no need for Nagito to be in there. The lucky student passed by with a smile yet spoke no words towards you. Also strange. Nagito usually said something when passing. He deemed it rude not to say hello to an ultimate.

Entering the kitchen you see Teruteru at the counter. He doesn’t seem to notice you coming in. The usual smile on his face is replaced with a look of fear and he’s shaking like a leaf. Stepping closer seems to have caught his attention as he jumps. The look of fear is swiftly changed into a smile yet he’s still shaking. Teruteru then grabs a knife and begins chopping at some vegetables. Seems as if he’s trying to make it seem like he was simply taking a break.

“W-Why hello there. Heh, what could I do for you?” He’s shaken up quite a bit. Not a single flirty remark in that sentence and Teruteru sure did like to tease about your strong authority. You stand tall and look down at the chef. He visibly shrinks back. Looking him dead in the eye you start to command him.

“You will tell me what you have discussed with Nagito Komaeda.”

This caused Teruteru to tense up. Setting down the knife he grabs a comb from his pocket and begins to bring it through his hair. Though there isn’t a hair out of place on his pompadour. Appears to be a nervous habit.

“I uh….I have no idea what you mean mon ami~. We were simply discussing plans for the upcoming party.” Teruteru had tried to come off as collected but you knew better. He wasn’t making eye contact and he was constantly fidgeting. Nagito told him something and you were going to find out what.

“Teruteru Hanamura! I command you to tell me what Nagito had told you. Simple party plans would not have such an impact on your demeanor.”

This seemed to have caused a reaction in him. He began to blubber as words poured out of his mouth like a dam cracking under pressure.

“He came in here and told me that he had plans to murder someone at the party with the knife he had hidden under one of the tables in the dining room. He planned to overload the breaker in here with irons in the storage room to cause a blackout so he could grab the knife and kill someone during the party. I-I begun to form my own plan of stopping him….by….killing him?” The last part of his word vomit stuck with Teruteru. He would’ve had someone’s blood on his hands and would send the rest of his class to their own demise. “Oh my god I was going to kill him!” Teruteru then sinks to his knees before you.

Your face softens as you see the mess of a chef on the ground. Nagito was planning a murder? Why would he share this information with Teruteru? Dropping down to his level you set a careful hand on Teruteru’s back. “Listen. I’m going to go grab Twogami and you’re going to tell him what happened. And we’ll come up with a solution.” You normally wouldn’t call for backup, but as this was his party you felt he had the right to know.

You cautiously leave the kitchen and begin to look for the blond. Not able to find him in the building you exit to the hotel grounds. Noticing the while suit and blonde hair you call out to him and ask for him to come back. Leading him to the kitchen where Teruteru still sits slumped on the ground he listens to what you already know.

A look of disgust crosses Twogami’s face before he sets off to the main room. After announcing your departure to Teruteru, you follow him. Nagito is there setting up tables and dusting the furniture. He was about to offer the two of you a cheerful greeting but is cut off by your demand for him to exit the grounds. Not wanting to upset an ultimate that is clearly in higher ranks than he is, Nagito does not question it. He leaves the abandoned building to rest in his cottage to wait for permission to be allowed back in.

Looking under the tables you find the knife that Teruteru had mentioned. Grabbing it proceeds to coat your hand in wet paint. So Nagito had just planted this. But what’s the paint for?

“Set the knife in the duralumin case I brought on the left. I am currently using it to store anything I deem unsafe.”

You let out a scoff before setting the knife in the case. He sure does love bossing people around even in dire situations. Well….I guess that’s your talent so you can’t really speak. After doing a check of the rest of the tables, Twogami walks up to you with something in his hand. It’s a handkerchief with the Togami family crest. Imposter spent many hours perfecting the stitching of the symbol. You give him a confused look about the offering. Seeing the expression he rolls his eyes.

“Close your mouth before flies start to swarm. This is to wipe your hand off. I don’t need paint smears ruining the image of my party.”

“What? I can’t wipe paint on something as expensive as that. That handkerchief probably cost more than my house. I’ll just go wash it in the bathroom.”

Upset by your stubborn nature, Twogami grabs your wrist and begins to wipe the paint off himself. After your hand is clean he drops the cloth into your hand. “I expect that to be washed before it’s returned to me. Now I have some important matters to discuss.”

Stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket you give Twogami your full attention.

“I have decided that after this little incident we need to up the security. I would ask Nekomaru but I wish to keep this between us. Letting the public know that two people were planning a murder would cause chaos. When it’s time for the party you will help me conduct body searches. I’d like for you to keep an eye on the party with me to make sure no suspicious activity is at play.”

While normally you would make a fuss about him bossing you around with people’s lives at stake it was simply not the time for that. Nodding once he finishes speaking, you and Twogami complete one last look of the place before the party starts.

It’s time for the party and the two of you are set up outside of the abandoned building. After checking everyone and confiscating anything deemed dangerous, the party is in full swing. Everything is going smoothly. 11:30 was nearing and at the corner of your eye you see Nagito inch closer to the table. Knowing you shut the irons off you pay this no mind. There’s no way he’d try to pull anything when everyone can see him. A quick look of confusion crosses his face as the lights are still on. The confused expression is swapped for one of despair. There’s a creepy smile on his face and his eyes are clouded. Even if the blackout did not occur Nagito can still pull through with his plan.

He suddenly flips the table cloth over and goes to reach for his knife. Everyone at the party has eyes on him. Before he can fully register that his knife is in fact missing Nagito is pushed to the ground. His arms are pressed against his back and his face is squished into the floor. Multiple confused cries echo throughout the dining hall. Nagito recognized this tactic. After hours upon hours of researching the ultimates he’s sharing a class with he could easily tell that this was your work.

Twogami with Nekomaru in tow walks over to you and the detained lucky student. An agitated expression is on the heir’s face. He looks down at Nagito.

“You dare to think that I would let your plan continue? [Name] and I knew about your scheme and were quick to put a stop to it. And the fact that you would try to pull through with it in broad light is despicable.”

Anger, disgust, and confusion are present in the crowd of your classmates. Trying to make sense of it all Akane speaks up.

“I’m so friggin’ confused. What plan did Nagito have? Need me to beat him up for ya?”

You were quick to diminish the violent thought. “No, that will not be necessary as he has already been disarmed.”

“Nagito had planned out a murder.”

Twogami’s words caused a commotion in the dining hall. After hearing the noise from the kitchen, Teruteru cautiously enters the room fearing the worst. Though a feeling of relief washed over him after seeing Nagito on the ground.

Nekomaru lets out a strangled noise. His teeth are clenched and his fists tightened.

“You were going to murder one of your classmates? THAT’S INEXCUSABLE! Please [Name] allow me to detain him somewhere away from everyone. SOMEONE LIKE HIM CANNOT WALK FREEEEE!”

Looking over to Twogami as if silently discussing what to do he sends you a nod. Removing Nagito from your grasp he is quickly put into Nekomaru’s. The coach is quick to remove him from the premises. With a sigh Twogami faces your classmates. Pushing his glasses up he begins to apologise.

“I am sorry you all had to see that. And I am sorry that my exquisite party must draw to a close here. Exit the building and head to your cottage for the night.”

Though shaken, everyone proceeds to leave in groups. No one wants to walk back alone fearing that someone will try something. With just you and Twogami left he turns to face you.

“That was quite impressive. What you did back there was helpful in getting Nagito detained. I believe that we should come to an agreement. Yes we are fine separately but together I feel that we could do an outstanding job at keeping everyone safe.”

Twogami extended a chubby hand out for you to shake. This handshake would seal the two of you into a partnership. One of which would keep your class safe. Looking from his hand to his face then back to his hand you sit there in thought. This could be a wonderful idea. With two people working together that’s like double the safety. With a smile you shake his hand giving it a tight squeeze.

“I think I’d like that Twogami! From here on out the two of us are now Jabberwock Island’s health and safety committee.”

[shirophantomvox]

First Date with Chrollo (Human Diary)

Hello everyone! I am back with another “First Date” post featuring the Prince of Darkness. This was an anon post but I can't find the ask anywhere! I have been watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures lately and it is a very interesting show. Dio turned into a zombie and he’s so mean to Joseph. Anyway, let’s get into the post. The end is a bit angst-y but I did that to take a slight turn from all Fluff. I hope you enjoy! Part 2 coming sometime this week.m

It is common knowledge that Chrollo loves to read many books. When he was a child, he had time to read and that provided a great source of comfort. Although he seems to be ruthless, every human has the ability to seek compatibility and compassion. Both Hisoka and Chrollo enjoy the romance genre except Hisoka prefers to watch movies while Chrollo loves to read stories. You've known Chrollo since elementary school. You were fortunate enough to be able to move out of Meteor City and attend a better elementary school. As a child, you were an outcast and made few friends but on occasion, Chrollo would see you at a local arcade. Of course, your mother paid for the both of you to have fun but once it was over, it broke your heart because you knew about the conditions he’d return to once he left.

As time went on, you entered college and decided to invite Chrollo on campus so he could be something like a driving force for future success. You’ve been accepted into Yorknew University planning on majoring in Computer Science with a minor in Digital Art. Reaching Chrollo posed a challenge. He never responded to a few messages but on the third try, he answered with an excited response.

“Please forgive me y/n for not responding soon enough. I am more than happy to visit you. I am proud of you and your accomplishments. I do not see myself as a college man but, hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it right? I’ll be in touch.”

-Chrollo

At exactly 7 PM on a calm Fall night, standing outside of the campus’ most prominent book store, you began to sweat and your makeup began to drip. Just as you were about to wipe it off, you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/n? Is that you?” He chuckled as he questioned your appearance.

Turning around, you jumped a little at the sight before you. This wasn’t the same Chrollo you remember, of course. He had grown several feet, his face was much sharper, his arms were much bigger, had a bandana tied on his forehead, and he had a few rings on. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, black pressed slacks and black dress shoes. It’s weird. It felt like an arrow was shot through your heart.

“Are you ok? You act as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine! I’m just---You--look…”

“Ah, I see. There’s no need to be flustered. I am the same as when we were kids.”

The Yorknew Sailor Store was designed something exactly like a Barnes and Noble except the walls were painted to match the school’s colors.

The bookstore had a perfectly designed Starbucks, with a wooden finish, black and brown metal tables, beige tile floor, and glass doors.

Chrollo immediately noticed the change in behavior, one he wasn’t used to.

The students were snooty according to him and reminded him of how the city council would act towards him, his family, and those who were like him.

First, you offered to buy him a drink. The good thing about Chrollo is that if you or anyone else offers to buy something, He will not reject it. There is no such thing as having too much pride regarding him.

“Do you drink coffee?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “But I don’t think I’ve had any of these drinks. A Caramel Macchiato? That sounds good.”

“Order it then! That will give you just the right amount of energy for today’s reading!”

To you, this was just two friends reuniting with each other but something else told you that Chrollo thought it was something more. He only dressed up like this if he was going out with someone special and even then it wasn’t an expensive Polo Short, It was his best t-shirt and jeans.

It boggles your mind how Chrollo acquired his expensive clothing but maybe he obtained a great job and is able to make a living for himself.

“I’d like to order a Caramel Macchiato.”

“What’s the name for this drink?”

“Chrollo,” you responded.

“And for you?”

“I would like a caramel Frappuccino with soy milk and no whip cream.”

“Alright. That’ll be $15.00.”

Chrollo glanced at you wide-eyed.

“It’s ok. I got it.”

You take out your card to pay and as you move out of line you bend over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you can pay for dinner though.”

He laughed and smiled. “Of course, y/n.”

The bookstore was full of comfortable furniture ranging from light blue, dark blue, white in the lounge area. Both of you decided to sit across from each other on the blue chairs that swallowed you both as you sat.

As he read, he’d point out any interesting points in the book. He got tired of yelling across the table, so he decided to share a chair with you. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.

It was almost obvious that you all were involuntarily flirting with each other. The school was full of couples but occasionally seeing the goofy couple was the highlight of everyone’s day.

“This man was so devoted to a woman that does not know that he exists.”

“Sounds pointless,” you say, still trying to read your book.

“Well, she knows he exists but she is ignoring him and making him look like a fool in front of everyone. He says that there is something about her that he has never seen in any woman.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s her eyes, smile, intelligence, the shape of her lips, and her perfume powder aroma. Those are things that drive men wild.”

You smiled and laughed but came to a quick halt when you felt something along the ridge of your neck made you still. The hair on your neck stood up still as the invading force came in contact with your skin. It was Chrollo grazing his nose against your skin, slightly sniffing in your aroma; slowly breathing in and out.

Closing your eyes couldn’t make your sudden arousal fade. At this point, nearly everybody was looking at you both and looked away. This behavior was innocent for college culture, but it was taken as a cute gesture rather than naughty.

You blush. It was quite surprising that your childhood friend viewed you as something of the sort. It was both flattering and scary.

There’s no denying that Chrollo is handsome but if you dated him and the relationship didn't last, it could ruin your friendship.

At this point, Chrollo had his right arm resting lazily behind your back as his head and next aimed in a position that would allow his nose to lay carelessly on your neck.

“You smell delightful. I didn’t know you wore such expensive perfume. Is it….,” He sniffs again, “Flower Rose?”

“Yes! How did you know? Does your mother wear it?”

“She does now. I bought it for her a week ago and now the guys in the city can’t stay off her.”

Wow. The City. Even though it was a hell hole, it was your hell hole. How is everything? How is your mother? How did you manage to have such an expensive taste in clothing and fragrance?

Chrollo enjoys making others flustered. It's amusing to see them stutter when they’re either aroused or nervous.

On the flip side, seeing Chrollo flustered was the highlight of the century! The bad guys are used to being “bad” but expressing softer emotions makes it amazing and a reminder that they can experience them too.

Grabbing Chrollo’s left hand, you gently kiss it a few times and wink at him. He smiled, hiding his dumbfounded expression, and blushed slightly.

“I see you catch on quick.”

“I was raised in Meteor City. Just because I’m here doesn't mean I have forgotten where I come from. But I didn’t know you liked me.”

“You were the only one that trusted me and played with me when no one would.”

It felt like two magnets were pulling you closer. If he kissed you right here right now, you could just melt into a puddle but before anything happened, Chrollo’s phone rang loud and echoed throughout the bookstore.

Glancing at his phone, you saw an unknown number call, and judging from his actions he stood quickly to his feet.

“I’ll only be gone for a second.”

Hmm. That was odd. During this short intermission, you continue to read your book. Ironic enough, you weren’t into romance novels per se, you enjoyed action and comedy books!

Once Chrollo returned, his face was flushed and his soft demeanor had suddenly disappeared. He looked as if he was going to punch a wall.

“What’s wrong, Chrollo?”

He glanced at you with a somber smile, hoping to convince you that he was alright. “I am fine, y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, if you count my mother being seriously injured, then yes.”

“Oh no! We can leave now, it’s fine.”

“No, it's ok. She wouldn’t want me to leave you all by yourself at this time of day.” He pointed to the night sky.

Wow! That was quick!

“What do you mean?”

“My mother predicted that I could end up with you...she also predicted that someone would be hurt or in danger if that prophecy was fulfilled. It’s sort of like give or take. In order to make someone happy, someone has to surrender their happiness and I guess it was her.”

A single tear dropped down his cheek and nothing more. He didn’t care if other men singled out his “weakness” because he’d destroy them all and he didn’t want y/n to know about his abilities until later.

The comfort of your warmth against his head provided more than comfort. He felt safe, welcomed, not judged, and vulnerable. He knew that you wouldn’t make him out to be a bad person but instead welcome him home with open arms. You were his human diary.

[doubleleoenergy]

FIRE & DESIRE

You a real ass woman and I like it. I don't wanna fight it.

Pairing: sub!Sam Wilson x dom!Reader

Summary: Sam is coming home from a rough Captain America-related meeting and Reader wants to try something she watched on a Netflix show while he was away.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, faceriding, blindfolds, sensory deprivation, bondage (tie), dirty talk, smut

Word Count:  2082

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @midnightf​ helping me come up with the perfect idea, and also thank you to @evanstan-hoe​ for giving me the courage to write again!

Sam makes his way out of his car, grabbing his briefcase out of the backseat before making his way to the front door of his home. Fumbling with his keys, Sam unlocks the door and shuts it behind him, setting his briefcase down against the hardwood floor.

“Babe, I’m back.” He calls out, grumbling as he knocks off his loafers. He and Joaquin met with the Sergeant and his team about the logistics of a rescue mission next week in Sierra Leone, and he promised to fill Bucky in tomorrow when they meet for their weekly lunch at their favorite diner by Bucky’s apartment. The meeting was not necessarily BAD, but it was exhausting sitting through nine hours of briefs and information when all he wanted to do was get out of his suit and crawl back into bed. It’s not that he didn’t WANT to be Captain America, it’s just that now that he met y/n he wanted to spend any free time he had with her.

They met through his sister Sarah when he came to take his nephews out fishing three months ago, and was instantly drawn to her. Y/N had moved to town just before Sam moved back to be closer to Sarah and the boys, he asked her out the same day they met and the rest was HISTORY. Y/N preferred to stay over at his place when he wasn’t on a mission, which Sam didn’t mind. She actually helped to make the place much more warm and inviting, helping him pick out furniture and insisting on THROW pillows on the couch. What’s the point of a throw pillow if it’s just for decoration? Sam didn’t mind though, he loved that the decor reminded him of her, and that he actually felt at home with someone.

“In here!” Y/N calls from the bedroom, waiting for him to walk through the open door. She had spent the morning cleaning and prepping for dinner tonight before settling back into bed and watching a new show on Netflix. There was less plot than PORN it seemed, and one particular scene in the third episode gave her an IDEA. She was anxiously awaiting Sam’s arrival ever since, and now it was finally time to help him blow off some steam.

Sam’s footsteps are heavy against the wood floor, walking into the bedroom and tugging at the tie around his neck. “God, that meeting took SO long. I need to get out of these clothes and jump in a hot shower.” He wanted to wash the hours spent in his suit jotting down notes and setting up their plan for the mission off his body and out of his mind.

“Well, actually I’ve been waiting for you. I wanted to try something I saw on tv.” Before Sam can protest, she moves closer, pressing a finger to his lips. “-And don’t tell me that you’d rather take a shower and RELAX. I’ve been waiting for you to get home and I know we both need some relief.”

Sam cocks a brow at her, watching as she pulls the tie from around his neck and holds it in her hands. “Now STRIP.” Her voice is soft, but she’s never told him to do that before. He doesn’t protest though, he had been wanting to get out of the suit ever since he put it on that morning, taking no time at all to pull off the white button-up, belt, and trousers, standing in front of her with just his black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Take those off too.” She motions to the boxers on his chiseled frame. “Then I need you to move onto the bed and sit up against the headboard.” She watches him with LUST filled eyes, tugging the hem of Sam’s oversized shirt over her own head and slipping down her lacey black thong. She’s naked now, just like him, moving over to the bed to straddle his legs. Sam reaches down to touch her hip and she slaps his hand away.

“Put your hands up to the headboard, over your HEAD.” He’s confused, furrowing his brows but doing as he’s told, watching as she takes the silky black tie she had just pulled off his neck and tying it around his hands, looping it through the slits in the headboard before making a taut knot to keep him in place.

“So you’re not going to let me TOUCH you?” His voice comes out a bit rough, Sam loves to touch her body, roam his hands all over he soft skin, but today is different.

“Nope, not unless you’re GOOD. Now, I’m going to slip this on over your eyes so you can’t see anything.” She’s leaning over to the nightstand, pulling out a navy blue mask with the words ‘Beauty Sleep’ written out in cursive across the front. “You’re going to have me wear your SLEEPING mask?”

“I didn’t have a real blindfold, okay? Just pretend it’s not girly.” She slips it on over his head, the silk pushing over his eyes until he’s enveloped in darkness. This is totally new, he can’t see her but he can FEEL her still straddling his legs still, making his cock twitch and fill with blood.

“You’re going to be quiet unless I ask you to speak.” Her voice is low, and he can feel her moving her weight off of his legs as her feet step on either side of his torso. He can FEEL her hovering above him, feel the warmth of her body as it staggers above close to him. He can smell the mix of her vanilla lavender lotion on her skin, his favorite.

“You’re going to get me off with just your MOUTH.” She moves over his face and he can SMELL her pussy before he feels her dip down so he can reach her lips. He is so turned on by the way she’s making him submit to her and takes no time at all to start lapping at her core, taking in the sweetness of her wetness as he moves his tongue in and out. He wishes he could use his FINGERS, fuck into her so he can hear the wet noises coming from her folds, but of course she’s got him tied up. His cock is hard and throbbing against his abdomen and he lets out a moan into her pussy, sending shivers down her spine.

“Fuck, Sam you’re SO good with your mouth.” She moves her fingers along his short hair, nothing to grip except the back of his head as she pushes his mouth deeper into her core. With the moan that leaves his lips again she can tell he’s INTO it and she wastes no time, moving her hips along his face, riding it. Sam’s mustache is tickling right along her clit, drops of sweat pooling along her brow, heat building up in her chest.

“Baby I’ve been waiting all DAY to try this out on you, saw it on a Netflix show and knew it’d be so hot. Everything is hot with you.” Her breath is becoming ragged and Sam KNOWS that means she’s close, she’s riding his face hard and he’s bucking his hips up in the air for some relief but he feels her slap his shoulder lightly. “Do NOT move. This is about me right now.”

A few minutes later she’s coming undone ABOVE him, her orgasm ripping through her as she cums on Sam’s face. He wants it all, every last drop of her and he’s lapping it all up like a kitten with a bowl of milk. Y/N grabs the headboard for support, legs shaking as she finally moves off of his mouth.

“Y/N please…” She moves to straddle his thighs again, watching as his cock bounced against his chest. He was so fit, like a GREEK GOD at her disposal and she licks her lips. “Please what?” He groans again, tugging his arms against the silk tie but not enough to break free.

“Fuck, please y/n do something, ANYTHING….baby please, need you to touch me.” He can’t see her still with the mask over his eyes but he can feel her thin fingers as they FINALLY grip the base of his cock, stroking lightly.

“You’re gonna keep the mask on this whole time.” She strokes his cock a few times, noticing the precum start to leak from the tip down the shaft and she moves so she’s above him again, hovering her pussy over his cock. “You want this SAM, want me to sit on your fat cock?” 

He’s choking out a moan, eyes watering a bit. She never teases HIM like this and it’s driving him crazy. “Yes, baby...y/n please, use my cock baby, fuck just-” He’s cut off when he feels her sinking down slowly onto him until he feels her lips sitting flush against his skin, bottoming out inside of her. She always feels so FULL from his cock.

“Fuck, Sam you feel so GOOD. I want you to just feel me, not be able to see what I’m actually doing. You can talk but you’re not allowed to move.” Her hand grips at his thigh so she can support herself, the other pressing against his chest, bouncing up and down on his cock. It feels so thick inside of her, her pussy throbbing. He doesn’t even had to touch her, doesn’t have to MOVE and she’s still losing her mind.

Sam struggles with not being able to SEE anything, but it’s as if his other senses are heightened. He’s focusing on just how good it feels to be INSIDE of her, how her walls clamp down on his cock, the sound of her moans filling the room.

“Baby, this is so hot...you’re so HOT. I don’t even care that I can’t see you because I can just IMAGINE how you look.” Sam can picture her plump breasts bouncing against her as she moves, her hair falling into her face and her lips pursed. She’s so beautiful, naked or not, she’s got him wrapped around his finger. He’s groaning now, knowing he can’t hold on much longer.

“Sam I want you to fill me up, fuck me full with your cum. Want to feel you inside me all day, want to feel it LEAKING from inside me as I finish dinner tonight.” Her words are only making it harder, she KNOWS he’s got a breeding kink when it comes to her, and her words are always the best way to egg him on and put him over the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna-” His orgasm has him sending hot spurts of cum DEEP into her pussy and y/n stops her motions to just hold him in tight, wanting to savor the feeling. He’s breathing heavily now and she can see the sweat dripping off his chest. The feeling of his cum and the look of PLEASURE on his face has her cumming once again. Once he’s stopped twitching inside of her she pulls off of him slowly, tightening her walls to keep as much cum as she can inside, though she feels a dribble running down her thigh. Y/N moves beside Sam, first untying his hands from the headboard and then pulling off the mask and throwing it to the floor.

“Was that okay?” The submissive side of her coming out to make sure he’s pleased. Sam’s rough hands pull her to his side, his eyes FINALLY being able to take her in. He kisses her hair, fingers rubbing up and down the small of her back.

“Baby that was FANTASTIC. Who knew you’d be good at dominating me?” Her fingers aimlessly trail along his slick torso, curling her body further into his. “I might have to do that more often.” Eyes meet his, hers feeling slightly heavy from her two orgasms.

“So they have another mission for you, huh? When are you-” Sam kisses her lips, cutting her off. His fingers move to play with the loose strands of her hair, pulling away to give her a soft smile.

“It’s not until NEXT week, so let's not waste our time thinking or TALKING about it. Just want to focus on you.” He places another kiss on her head, her body relaxing as her eyes close.

“Besides, I’m definitely gonna need you to do all THIS again before I leave.”

[strawberrylemonz]

Moths and Cubs

Part 7

Part 8 [CURRENT]

Part 9

DT: @petrichormeraki @applepie1000 @jump-in-the-cadillac

Theo belongs to @petrichormeraki !!!!! Give em some love!!!!!

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“Heeeeeey, Tommy. What’s up? It’s been a long time, thought you were dead. Um, you been doing good?”

Xisuma watched as Tommy crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. He watched with confusion as the fox, Fundy, began to shrink under the gaze of Tommy. Finally, Tommy spoke up. 

“I was told that you were looking for me. What do you want?”

Fundy’s nervous smile morphed into a grim one. Running a hand across his face, he let out a shaky sigh. 

“I know we have had our ups and downs, Tommy. I know we didn’t really leave on a good note, but please, I need your help.”

As Tommy sighed and looked over at Xisuma, who was watching in confusion. Fundy seemed to panic at this, taking it as a negative sign, and began to ramble.

“Please! I know that I’ve done things to annoy you over the years, especially when I was younger, but I need your help! And you don’t have to help me as a friend, or as an acquaintance, I don’t expect you too. But, please, I really need you. I’m not asking as a friend, Tommy, I’m asking as family. I’m asking as your nephew.”

Xisuma, much to Tommy’s amusement, seemed to be having a difficult time processing the fact that this boy at the portal was Tommy’s nephew. This was the Fundy they’ve heard of? Tommy, on the other hand, ran a hand through his hair, sighing. Fundy always knew what to say to get him thinking, especially when it came to playing the family card. Before Tommy could say anything, however, Fundy spoke up once more. 

“And if being your nephew isn’t enough, not anymore, what about your great nephew?”

Tommy quickly turned his head to face his nephew, who smiled sheepishly. Carefully nudging someone behind him, Tommy felt his breathing stop as he saw a small, blond fox peek from behind Fundy. After receiving a nod from the older fox, the small cub stepped out from behind him. Seeming to hype himself up, he slowly walked up to Tommy, who kneeled down to reach his height. After giving his nephew a look, causing the older fox to flinch, he turned back towards to small child, who was playing with his own shirt. 

“H-Hi”

“Hey, big man. My name’s Tommy.”

“T-Theo...”

“Hm, Theo? Awesome name for an awesome dude.”

He smiled as the child smiled up at him. Nodding, Tommy stood up, facing Xisuma. Already getting into a pleading position, Tommy asked the question the two of them knew he was going to ask.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but-”

“Already done, Tommy. You know you don’t have to ask. Now, let’s get them safely in”

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Mumbo had informed Tommy that the girls went back to Tommy’s place, Grian assisting them. This, obviously, caused Fundy to ask questions. As the three of the walked down to Tommy’s place, Tommy explained what had happened to him up to that point. 

“I have a grandma? And another uncle? And a cousin? Who’s a moth? We’re royalty? And you can actually build? And you-”

“Okay, Fundy, calm down. Yes, you have a grandma. Kristin is great and understanding, so she won't push you to like her off the bat, though, that would be hard to do. Yes, you have another uncle. Grian is the missing triplet brother of Techno and Wilbur. Yes, I took in Clementine about a week ago. She’s a bit younger than Theo, very sweet, unpredictable, and a shapeshifter. Give her a small while and she’ll warm up to you. Yes, we’re royalty. Didn’t Wilbur tell you? Damn, didn’t know that. And finally, yes I can build, you prick! Fuck you!”

After telling Theo not to repeat those words that he said, Tommy approached his door. Preparing himself for the explanations he would have to give, he opened the door. He laughed as a squeal was heard, getting louder as tiny feet pattered across the floor. Kneeling down, Tommy nearly toppled over as Clementine rammed into his chest with as much power as her tiny body could hold. 

“Sorry I’m late, Clem, I had to pick up some special additions.”

Confused noises came from the girl as she peered behind Tommy. Squeaking at the sight of unfamiliar faces, she ran and hid behind Kristin’s chair. Kristin and Grian, on the other hand, laughed in their seats as Tommy stood up. Grian was the first to speak up.

“So, who is this? Oh, and this little fellow as well, hello.”

Dusting his clothes off, Tommy widened the door. After seeing the hesitation coming from his nephew, he guided the two foxes into the house, closing the door behind them. 

“You know how I told you that we had a nephew? From Wilbur”

“Yeah?” “Turns out, we also have a great nephew! Grian, meet Fundy, your nephew! And this little man, right here, is Theo! Your great nephew!”

“Wha-”

“Which means, Kristin! Good ol’ Mumza! Meet your other grandchild, as well as your great grandson!”

“What?!”

Tommy guided Fundy to the table, where Kristin and Grian were sitting. As he sat him down, he sat beside him as they began the conversation. 

“It’s very nice to meet you! Oh, and Theo looks like such a sweetheart!”

“It’s nice to meet you too, grandma. Sorry, um, Kristin-”

“You can call me grandma, Fundy!”

Fundy gave Tommy a look, obviously confused as to how this woman was married to Philza. Tommy, in turn, shrugged before speaking up. 

“Okay, Fundy, I waited until we got back for your explanation as to why you need help.”

“Right, sorry. You see, I’ve been in hiding ever since Theo came into the world. For about two and a half years, a little after you disappeared, presumed dead, I’ve been shielding him from his father, scared of what would happen if he was discovered. About a week ago, I saw a flier for your amusement park, and I gained hope. I couldn’t wait months to seek out out, and I knew that you could turn me away, that possibility frightened me, but I needed to get Theo away from there. Please, please don’t send us back. Even if I have to leave Theo here, to be safe, I will! I just need him to be safe and sound, away from that server. And I’ll even give yo-”

“Fundy! Breathe! Take deep breaths, my dude. Here, take a carrot. Calm yourself. I’m not going to abandon you two, that’s not what family does. You can stay here with me, no catch included.”

Fundy physically relaxed, deflating in his seat. As he covered his face with his hands, he did his best not to start crying there on the spot. As Tommy rubbed circles on his nephew’s back, he allowed his nephew’s low ramblings to fill the silence. Reaching over the table, Kristin took Fundy’s hand in hers and began rubbing circles onto the back of his hand. Grian just set a hand on Fundy’s arm, giving him small pats. 

“Thank you, uncle. Thank you so much. You don’t know how much this means to me. I was so scared for Theo, scared that he’d be found out. After seeing what happened to you, as my uncle, it scared me. After seeing what you had go through, since your first day on the server, I just knew he couldn’t be exposed to that. I, just, thank you.”

“Quick question, who is Theo’s father? Since you left in such a hurry, I figured he must be dangerous.”

“Grian, maybe it’s too early to ask him that-”

“No, I should tell you guys who it is. Theo's father is, well, Dream.”

Fundy physically retracted, waiting for his uncle’s high pitched yell to question him. However, Tommy’s yell never came. Instead, a crash interrupted the adults, followed by giggling. Standing up without hesitation, Tommy walked over to the living area. 

“Clem? Theo? What are you two up to?”

Fundy scrambled after his uncle, concerned for his son. He, along with the other adults, stopped in the doorway as they watched the scene before them. Theo was giggling and laughing as he scrambled around the room. Clem, on the other hand, had shapeshifter into a small, arctic fox. As she hopped between furniture, she chased Theo around, happy squeals coming from her small body. With a final jump, she pounced on Theo, who squeaked in joy as he fell onto the carpet. With a poof, Clem shifted into a similar fox form as Theo, matching him best she could with her abilities. Together, the two giggled and squealed as the rolled around the carpet. Before Fundy could utter a single word, Tommy turned to face him with a smile. Nodding over to the two kids, he spoke up. 

“Think Theo would mind sharing a room with Clementine?”

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The single black wall of the room, recently painted with chalk paint, finally dried by the time evening rolled around. Tommy had crafted a bed for Theo, and pushed it against the wall opposite to Clem’s side of the room. As the kids drew with chalk giggling, Fundy helped Tommy decorate Theo’s side of the room with books and toys. Kristin and Grian had left, off to get things to help Fundy and Theo settle in, as well as get groceries for dinner. Once Tommy and Fundy had finished setting up Theo’s side, they scooped up the children and hauled them off to the bathroom, ready to give the filthy children an early bath. 

“Clem! Please, sit still!”

Tommy and Fundy struggled to keep the children still whilst they bathed them. Clem and Theo, on the other hand, were focused on splashing each other with the water. By the time they finally washed the children clean, the surrounding area was covered in water. Fundy hauled off the kids as Tommy dried up the mess. Once he finished up, Tommy walked over to the children’s room. Confused at the sound of struggling, followed by giggling, Tommy opened the door. Fundy was trapped, sheets binding him as Theo and Clem ran literal circles around him. Sighing, Tommy walked over and scooped Clem off the group. As she squealed, he spun are around in the air. Setting her down, he kneeled down to her level as Theo ran to her side, a smile on his face. 

“Are you pulling pranks on your cousin?”

Curls bounced as she nodded.

“Do you think that that’s funny?”

Curls bounced once more without any hesitation. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty funny.”

“Tommy!”

“What? It is!”

Fundy groaned as Tommy helped him out, Theo and Clem giggling in the background. Stretching out his arms, Fundy gave it about two seconds before he dashed, snatching Theo into the air. As the young fox squealed in delight, Clem jumped up and down in joy. As the four quieted down, they heard the front door open, Kristin and Grian’s voices calling out to them. Without skipping a beat, Clem pulled open the door and ran to greet them with hugs. Theo, not wanting to be left behind, whined and squirmed until Fundy put him down. As soon as his feet touched the floor, he took off, the sound of slightly heavier tiny steps pattering after the other tiny steps. 

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“Papa! Look!”

Fundy watched with a smile as Theo spun around, his brand new, custom crown sitting on top of his head. Clementine whined until Tommy brought her tiara to her. Once her’s was placed upon her head, she joined Theo in spinning around until they fell dizzy. Laughing at the sight, Fundy nearly forgot about his own custom crown, sitting in his hands. Turning to Kristin and Grian, he thanked them for the crowns, already bringing out the diamonds he had brought in case he had to bribe Tommy to let them stay. He was, however, stopped instantly.

“No, no diamonds. These are gifts, from your family.”

“You two deserve to match the rest of us! All that needs to happen now is for the two of you to get your custom suits made by Tommy for royal events.”

“I’m sorry, what now.”

“Don’t worry about it. Tommy! Come help me with the soup!”

“Coming, Mumza!”

Fundy watched as his uncles join his grandma, everyone smiling. Sitting on the couch, he watched as his son and his cousin play around. And as he watch his son finally get the freedom he deserved, as well as a friend his age to grow up with, he knew that things would be okay. Even if Dream himself came marching into the server, Fundy knew that he and Theo would be okay. And for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to breath.

He was okay

[curls-cat]

Sugar/Spice; Snips/Snails

for @grimmtober day 1: Candy! Also on AO3 and ff.net under the same name. but I can’t link it if I want this to show up in the tags. :/ AU: Sabrina grows up in Ferryport Landing.

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There’s a boy in the woods. Sabrina sees him, even if none of the grown-ups do. He’s bigger than she is, with curly gold hair like hers, wearing a big green hoodie. He keeps looking at her through the trees and grinning. There are fireflies around him, even during the daytime, even now that summer’s all the way over.

Sabrina knows better than to go outside herself. Mamma and Daddy and Granny all say it’s too dangerous, that she’s too little and sometimes people are mean and might hurt her. And even when people aren’t mean, the woods is really big, and she could get lost so easy. Mr. Canis could find her, but someone mean might find her first.

But there’s a boy in the woods. And there aren’t a lot of other kids in Ferryport Landing. Especially not ones she can talk to (in preschool there’s Bella and Natalie and Toby and Wendell, but only Wendell is allowed to be her friend. And everything else is secrets, secrets, secrets—don’t tell anyone about Mr. Canis, Sabrina, or about what being a Grimm means, or about why you’re extra excited to get to first grade and see Ms. Snow). And all Sabrina’s Halloween candy disappeared last night.

Sabrina wanted to be Alice in Wonderland for Halloween, but her parents said No and Granny said Politics and didn’t explain what that meant, so Sabrina was Stephanie from Lazy Town instead and had to wear an itchy pink wig the whole night and none of the grown-ups knew who she was supposed to be. And now all her candy’s gone and nobody believed her when she said she didn’t eat all of it.

So the next time the fireflies come out, when it’s just starting to get dark and the shadows from the woods reach all the way to the house, Sabrina follows them. They’re pretty, even though up close they’re too big to be lightning bugs, and they glow too bright. She didn’t really think they were bugs.

She follows them as they dance between the long shadows of the trees. She didn’t have time to put on her shoes before she left, so her socks are getting wet in the grass. It’s gross. They lead her right to the edge of the woods, and then they scatter.

Sabrina is, for a moment, alone in the gathering dark of the woods. Nearly all the leaves have fallen, and it’s gray and brown and so, so quiet. No birds or bugs. No Mamma or Daddy or Granny calling for her to come inside. She can see the house through the trees, and it looks warm and safe and like it’s calling her back.

“Scared?”

Sabrina spins around and pulls her hands up the way Ms. White taught her—you have to protect your face—and sees the boy, sitting in a tree a few feet above her. Up close, he’s different than she thought. Still a boy, still a kid like her, but older. Taller. And dirty. He’s holding her candy in his hand. She knows it’s hers because it’s still in her plastic jack-o-lantern with her initials on the bottom in her very own handwriting.

“I’m not scared of you,” she tells him.

He grins, flashes too-sharp teeth. “Sure. That’s why you jumped a mile high when I said something, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl!” she says, even though she is, and she knows it. “I’m a big sister!” She balls her fists tighter. “And that’s my candy.”

“Finders keepers,” he says. He unwraps a pack of oreos and pops them in his mouth. His fingernails are too sharp, too.

“You’re rude,” she says, but she puts her fists down. He doesn’t seem mean, just… messy. And gross. And mean, but she said that already.

“So’re you,” he says, and hands her a pack of Starbursts.

Sabrina accepts her candy, unwraps it. Inside there’s two pink ones and an orange one. She wrinkles her nose and eats the orange one. She’s not supposed to have candy before dinner.

She’s also not supposed to talk to strangers. Especially not strangers who are ab-so-lute-ly Everafters.

“Why’d you take my candy?” She sits on the ground. Her socks are already dirty, might as well get mud on her overalls, too. The boy won’t care. He’s dirtier than she is.

“I was hungry,” he says. “I just told the pixies to get me food.”

Not fireflies. Pixies. Sabrina squints at him. “You’re not supposed to talk about magic.” She doesn’t know what a pixie is, but she knows for sure it’s magic.

“I thought this town was full of magic,” the boy says. “A ‘haven for the homeless,’ that’s what your ancestor said when he convinced all of us to follow him over here. Or a prison, if you listen to anybody else.”

“There’s people, too,” Sabrina informs him. “Lots of ‘em. Normal people. Boring people. I have twelve in my preschool class. And they’ve all got parents. Some have brothers and sisters, too.”

The boy looks suitably impressed. Then he wrinkles his nose. “Boring,” he tells her. “I was hoping this place would be fun. But it’s got rules too, huh?”

“Everywhere has rules,” Sabrina says. “My daddy says they’re to keep people safe.”

The boy snorts. “To keep you from having fun, more like.” He pops a Reese’s into his mouth.

Something occurs to Sabrina, then. “How’d you know about my an-cestor?” The new word feels strange on her tongue. She thinks it means like your grandpa, but extra.

The boy nods in the direction of the house. “I watched him build that place. Slowed him down, too. Plus I’ve been watching.”

“I know,” Sabrina says. “I saw you.”

“What’s your name?” he asks. “Other than Grimm. Your first name.”

“Sabrina,” she offers readily. “What’s yours?”

He tosses her another pack of Starbursts. “Puck.”

*

Sabrina brings Puck food for a few days. She likes keeping him secret. Everyone’s busy with the new baby, and Sabrina loves Daphne, sure, but babies are boring and she doesn’t know why all the grown-ups care so much about someone who can’t even do anything. She also feels a little left out, maybe, and it’s nice having someone who’s hers. They talk. He’s a prince, he says. He’s exiled, he says. He’s famous, he says. He’s the coolest. He doesn’t have to say that part. Sabrina thinks so, too.

They spend afternoons in the cool dark woods, and Puck takes her flying, because he’s not just too sharp, he’s also got wings, because he’s a fairy, which Sabrina has never met before. They share her Halloween candy. He turns into animals, and he listens to her tell him about preschool. She’s learning to read, a little. She can read the street sign for their road. Puck thinks reading and books are boring. She yells at him about it.

That’s the other thing about Puck. If she gets mad at him, he doesn’t tell her to stop throwing a tantrum or go to her room like her parents, and he doesn’t start crying or tattle to someone like the other kids at preschool. He yells back. And then they’re friends again.

*

Mr. Canis is the one who finds out. He follows her to the woods and says, “I wondered where all the caramels went.”

“This is Puck,” Sabrina says. If a grown-up did have to find them, she’s glad it was Mr. Canis. He’s not a regular grown-up, not the kind who tells her what to do and gets worried or talks down to her. He just talks, and listens. Sometimes he says weird stuff, but other than that, he’s almost like a regular person. “He was hungry.”

“I know who he is,” Mr. Canis says. “I’ve been watching him.” He looks down at Sabrina. “What I didn’t know was that you knew him.”

“He took my Halloween candy,” Sabrina says. “Nobody listened.”

Mr. Canis doesn’t say anything. He looks Puck up and down. 

Puck stares right back at him, then, at long last, says, “Don’t get mad at her.”

“I am not angry,” Mr. Canis says. “You should come inside and meet the family.”

Puck wrinkles his nose. “I’m not going to move back inside. I’ve finally broken out of being civilized.”

“I am not asking you to,” Mr. Canis says. “But inside there is food that will not rot your teeth.”

“Everafters don’t get cavities.”

Mr. Canis laughs. It sounds like a dog barking. It always does. “I can assure you we do.” He shows Puck his own too-sharp teeth, points at a shiny silver spot in one of them. “I had this filled myself.”

Puck’s eyes go wide, and his hand comes up to his face. He gives Mr. Canis another long look. “What kind of food?”

“Weird food,” Sabrina informs him. “Granny’s cooking tonight.”

Puck thinks for a second, then shrugs. He grins at Sabrina. “I like weird.”

*

Puck keeps living in the woods. Sabrina has to tell a grown-up before she goes to see him, now. The grown-ups all have a long conversation after Mr. Canis tells them she’s been going in the woods to visit a Strange Boy (he’s not a strange boy, she tries to tell them, but nobody listens). After, her parents sit her down and have A Talk with her about Danger and how Not All Everafters Are Nice. She listens, even if she thinks they’re coming at it wrong. Puck isn’t nice. She doesn’t want him to be nice.

They grow.

*

At age nine, Sabrina runs out of the house, ignoring the sound of her dad shouting after her. This time, at least, she’s wearing shoes. She heads straight for Puck’s trash throne. The pixies greet her on the way, rising out of the shadows of another gathering dark, as they always do. She appreciates it, though she barely needs it, can find her way to Puck without any help.

“What’s Hanky yelling about?” Puck asks instead of greeting her. He’s sitting, as usual, on his porcelain throne atop a mountain of broken furniture.

Sabrina throws him a bag of fun size Milky Ways—it’s the family’s Halloween candy, and her mom’s going to be mad that she has to buy another bag, but Sabrina doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything and it’s not like they’ll even be here in a few weeks and her parents don’t care about what she wants, anyway, so why should she care about them?

Puck catches the candy, opens it, and pops one, fully wrapped, into his mouth. He spits the wrapper out onto the ground a few seconds later, covered in spit and melted chocolate. He does this a lot. Sabrina always calls him gross and makes a stink about it. Today all she can think about is how she’s not gonna be able to see this anymore in a few days, because—

Puck notices her silence. “What, Grimm? Finally seen sense about ‘the environment’?”

Sabrina isn’t sure she wanted him to notice. She thinks maybe she wanted him to act like everything was normal and maybe then she could pretend it really was, for a bit. But she sort of also wants someone to listen, someone she can yell at who won’t talk about safety. Someone who cares about what she wants, even if he pretends not to, instead of pretending to when they don’t, like her parents.

“We’re moving,” she says, and she keeps her voice flat, even, because if she doesn’t, she’s going to cry.

Puck stops chewing and stares at her. “You can’t. There needs to be a Grimm in Ferryport Landing.”

“Not all of us,” Sabrina says. “Granny’s staying. But Mom and Dad, and me, and Daphne… we’re leaving. Dad says town is ‘too dangerous.’”

“This is about the stupid ‘Scarlet Hand’ or whatever.” It’s not a question.

“Did they talk to you?” Sabrina asks.

“Nah,” Puck says. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina says. Because they’re friends. He’s her best friend, better than Wendell, even, even though Wendell goes to school with her and they’re in soccer together and he gave her a valentine last year that he’d picked out especially for her, the only one in the pack with a lollipop and a sticker.

“I won’t join anything that I can’t be the leader of,” Puck adds, because he can’t just be honest, ever. That’s okay, though. Sabrina understands. Honesty is hard.

She sits down on the edge of the pool, feels rough concrete under her hands, looks at the murky water, the level dropped low enough that she can dangle her feet in and only the very bottoms of her shoes touch it as they sway back and forth.

“When?” Puck asks.

“By the end of the year,” Sabrina says. “Mom got a job, and Dad asked me if I wanted—” her breath hitches, half anger and half rage— “if I wanted to help him pick out an apartment. Like this was exciting.”

“You could run away,” Puck suggests.

Sabrina laughs without humor.

“Plenty of woods,” Puck says. “You don’t have to stay here. Hey, I know! You could go up to the asylum with the other crazy little girls!”

Sabrina halfheartedly throws a piece of concrete at him. It clatters down the side of his trash mountain nowhere near him and rolls to a stop nearly at her other hand, still resting on cracked cement.

“Mr. Canis would find me,” Sabrina says, at length. “And they’d just make me go, anyway.”

“How? The old lady can’t leave, and neither can he. Just run away again before one of your parents comes to get you.”

“And leave Daphne?”

The younger girl practically worships the both of them. Losing Puck is going to be hard enough for her, but losing Puck and Sabrina… It’ll break her heart. And there’s no question about bringing Daphne with them. 

For a long time, neither of them say anything. Sabrina had sort of been hoping Puck would have an answer. A real one, one that would work.

“You can visit,” he says at last. “They can’t keep you away forever.”

“Yeah,” she says. Because Mom had said that, too. Said that they could come back on weekends and over holidays, as long as Granny said things seemed safe.

She looks up at the boy she’s known for half her life, who’s been her best friend almost as long, who she’s going to stop being able to see soon. He’s been exactly the same the whole time she’s known him. When she sees him next, she’s going to be closer to his height. She might even outgrow him.

She knew it might happen. They don’t talk about it, but they both know. Someday, Sabrina’s going to have to be an adult, and Puck won’t. She’s not sure she wants to be an adult, but she doesn’t think she wants to be stuck, either. Doesn’t want to be powerless forever.

There’s nothing else to do, though, so she rolls her head to look at Puck upside-down, who’s eating another Milky Way, and says, “Pass me one of those.”

*

There are Everafters in New York City, of course. Sabrina sneaks out over the weekends, meets Puck’s brother. Gets in trouble. Finds out the Scarlet Hand is here, too. Tells her dad, hopes it’ll get them moved home. It doesn’t, it just gets her in a different kind of trouble. She doesn’t care, keeps sneaking out to get in the right kind of trouble, the kind that means she’s part of her family, still sort of connected to Puck.

In three years, when the barrier comes crumbling down, and the Everafters start trying, really and truly, to take over the world, it pays off. Because now nowhere is safe. And she wants to tell her dad she told him so, but she’s busy trying to watch the news that her parents won’t let her see and find out if her friends are safe and everything is loud and angry and dangerous and she tried to prepare but it wasn’t enough.

They still make her go to school. It’s stupid. None of this matters, and she tells them that over and over, but they make her go anyway, and when she’s proven right because there’s a lockdown on the third day since the Everafters declared war, she’s just angry about it.

She’s hiding in the bathroom with two other girls who got caught between classes, and the other two are crying, when noises come down the hall in their direction. Sabrina looks around for something she can use as a weapon. 

The door swings open.

Sabrina prepares herself for a fight.

She’s hit in the face before she can do anything, by a small projectile—a bullet? Since when do Everafters use guns? She’d have thought getting shot would hurt more.

She looks down. No blood on the ground. 

Just a green skittle.

She doesn’t have to look up to know who’s going to say “Hey, Grimm.” She doesn't know what's coming next, but as soon as she hears Puck's voice, she knows the can handle it. Together.