#so I actually got a ton of sleep but the second I woke up I felt like I wanted to cry and now I feel so depressed out of no where

[sturnsdoll]

𝙍𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙍𝙔-`♡´- -c.s & t.y x reader

requested?: i've been bombarded to write another. so here y'all go!

pairing: dom!chris x dom!tara x sub!reader

summary: during a car ride home, your two friends get in a ridiculous arguement over who's better at pleasing women. both of them decide that you'll be the judge of that when you get to tara's.

warnings: no use of y/n, smut, threesome!, oral (f! & m! revieving), fingering, petnames (honey, good girl), cocky!tara&chris

word count: 4,446

authors note: ANOTHA ONE!! (don't like? don't read!)

"pink" = reader "orange" = chris "purple" = tara

it had felt like an extremely long day out despite it only having been a few hours you'd actually been with your friends. earlier, your friend tara had invited you out to do a little shopping and get some food. already being at the triplets home, you chose to invite them- however only chris had been free to come for the day.

the three of you got along surprisingly well, it'd been yap city the entire day between you guys. now though, it was time to head to tara's to sleepover. it had taken some convincing but you'd convinced chris to come for the (not so) girls night at hers.

dominic fike played lowly through the car, chris's choice of course but one that you and tara didn't particularly mind at all. she was currently driving her hot pink detailed vehicle. chris was in shot gun and you'd taken the back, wanting the space for a little nap.

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"i think it's insane that some guys just like... can't make a girl cum?" tara said outlandishly, a little giggle on the end. chris laughed, a little taken aback at the odd conversation starter but not necessarily put off by it.

chris nodded subtly "yea, it's a little insane" he said, not a ton of interest in the conversation, he seemed mildly uncomfy talking about it. tara eyed him suspiciously, making a face that implied she was thinking about something. "you ever made a girl cum?" tara asked the younger man bluntly.

chris looked a little nervous, or more so slightly uncomfortable with the conversation. he shrugged, hesitating before nodding with a "yea?" like the answer was obvious. tara glanced at him again, eyes squinted. "hm."

chris looked at her for a few seconds, expecting her to continue. when she didn't, he decided to question her back "have you?" he felt odd asking it the second it left his lips but she didn't seem to mind, more than open to talking about it.

tara rolled her eyes "obviously. women know their shit when it comes to hoo ha's" she noticed that after her comment, chris had grown silent, side eyeing her clearly. "i'm sure you know your shit too, i'm just saying i'm better at it cause i'm a girl" she explained cockily.

"mhm" at chris's bland response, tara looked him up and down almost with slight judgement, her eyebrow raising slightly "you don't think so?" she questioned challengingly to which chris shrugged "i just know i know my shit. just cause you have a.." he hesitated, not wanting to be disrespectul with his choice word "..have one doesn't mean you automatically know more" chris's body language showed discomfort but his words and tone of voice said that he was sure in what he spoke.

tara almost looked appalled. it was a red light so she whipped her head to look back at you "are you hearing this-" she quieted her voice, cutting herself off when she saw you curled against the car door, practically drooling in a deep sleep.

chris smiled a little at your state "i bet you she'd agree with me" he stated. tara shrugged with a cocky look on her features "guess we'll see when she wakes up" she stated, making an unspoken agreement with chris that your opinion would be their tie breaker.

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once you'd woke up and arrived at tara's, they didn't immediately bombard you with the ridiculous question. instead, you all made your ways to tara's living room, taking seats and talking about the day out, the only illuminants in the room being moonlight splashing through the windows mixed with low lamp light.

right after debriefing your day out, chris and tara seemed to exchange looks and simultaneously fall silent. you looked confused, smiling at your friends almost awkwardly "something wrong?" almost the second you spoke, chris piped in. "do you think that being a girl automatically means you're better at.. pleasing women?.." chris had an awkward smirk, almost more so a smile as he questioned you- he knew it was random.

looking between the two of them in shock you shrugged "i mean- i've been with both and some women suck too so, i guess not?"

tara groaned half playfully. "noo, you were supposed to agree with me" she complained. chris had an 'i told you so' look as she spoke. you put two and two together and realized this was a debate between the two.

you shrugged with a quiet "sorry" before sipping on the water you'd been neglecting to drink all day. chris opened his mouth to say something (that probably would've made tara flip.) but before he got to speak, tara interuppted "still doesn't mean that you're any better" she responded, crossing her legs and arms with an annoyed glint to her brown eyes when they fell on chris.

chris leaned back in his seat, legs spreading as he brought his pepsi can towards his lips "guess we'll never know" he told tara, a small shrug following.

you watched the way he leaned back in his seat, the way tara's crossed arms pushed her boobs up for a better view. finding your mind running, you wondered who's really better at pleasing. they're the one's who'd inflicted the idea afterall. in a spur of the moment, spontaneous decision, you decided to say something that'd either ruin or make the night.

"why don't we find out?"

both their eyes snapped to yours. you looked at them like it hadn't been you who just said it, your eyes widened in instant regret, looking almost petrified of their inevitable reactions.

tara was the first to snap out of the shock of your words. her lips curved to a smirk as she slowly turned her head to chris "yea, why don't we?" she questioned "unless you're scared you'll lose?" she directed at him challengingly, a daring glint in her eyes.

he licked his lips, opening his mouth like he had a million things to say. yet, all that came out was a choked laugh, practically a scoff. your eyes had been so focused between the two of them that you didn't even notice his hand creeping along the couch till it firmly rested on your knee.

his eyes locked on yours with question of if you were okay with this. you took hold of your bestfriends hand and guided it further up your thigh, a sign for him to do as he pleases.

and oh was he was going to.

in the blink of an eye his lips were on yours, free hand on the side of your jaw. all the while you heard shuffling behind you, then the cushion of the couch sunk down. tara's perfume clouded your senses as she moved up against your back.

you heard a light smack and chris's hand dissapeared, replaced by tara's on your thigh. you assumed she'd swatted his hand away. "my turn first" she demanded, confirming your suspicions. chris didn't protest. he broke away from your lips and got up when she nodded for him to. if he had to wait to please you that was fine with him, he was sure it'd only be better if he went after tara anyways since then you'd be all sensitive for him already.

tara's delicate fingers found the strings on your sweats, pulling them loose. she muttered for you to lay down, head on the arm rest and you did. as she worked on discarding your pants, your eyes wandered to chris whom was removing his belt.

you wanted to question what he was doing but you were caught off gaurd by tara's thumb gently pressing onto your clit through your panties. you watched as she took her glistening thumb to her lips with a smirk. she sucked the residue off lightly. "already soaked for me, honey?" tara cooed softly, earning a glare from chris.

jesus you were already soaked through your underwear? well that's not embarassing at all.

tara only smiled, leaning down between your legs. you watched in anticipation as her hands grabbed the insides of your knee's to push them apart. then one hand came down to hook the front of your pretty thong and pull it to the side. she practically drooled at the sight of you, throbbing at the thought of how wet you'd gotten for her- well for both friends already.

with a bat of her lashes she met your gaze, a sickeningly sweet smile as she leaned down and attached her lips around your clit. a surprised whine left from your lips, head tilting back on the arm rest. that's when you were met with the sight of chris.

(if anyone gets confused about the position, click here)

"you feel good?" he questioned, his face hard to read as his eyed roamed your body, from where your shirt rolled up your stomach all the way down to tara's head buried in your thighs.

upon trying to answer, she un-expectedly began flicking her tongue over your throbbing bud. "yea.." you said, voice high pitched and needy for more. he stood behind the arm of the couch so you had to look upside down at him from where your head lay.

your eyes roamed down his body to find his clothes still on, but jeans boxers pulled to his thighs as he stroked himself slowly, mouth agape at the sight of you.

his waist was level with where your head rested on the arm of the couch. chris shuffled a little closer to gently grab your chin, tilting your head back. you came face to face with his angry red tip that was leaking from the sight of you being devoured infront of him.

he stroked your cheek soothingly as he spoke "can i use your mouth, gorgeous?" despite his sweet tone of voice, his tip forced your bottom lip up. you could already feel the blood rush to your head from having it tilted back over the arm of the couch. your mouth opened for him compliantly, tongue darting out to run over his length.

he took that as a yes, thrusting half the length of his dick through your lips at the same time tara sucked your clit through her teeth, nibbling almost painfully.. almost.

your hips lifted as you choked out a moan around your friends dick. you could feel the smirk on tara's lips against your heat and your sure chris's expression matched. your male friend used his large hand covering your chin, practically on your throat, to keep you where he wanted as he completely thrusted his inches down your throat.

you clawed at the couch as you gagged lightly around him. he pulled out before slipping his dick right back in your mouth, quickly finding a slow pace to fuck your mouth at. although you couldn't see it, his mouth was hung open at the sight and feel of you. contrasting that, tara's tongue sucked and flicked fast enough to have your thighs reactively trying to entrap her head.

she smacked your thigh lightly, releasing your clit with a wet noise. you couldn't speak, so instead tried to whine around chris's cock apologetically. it didn't matter though because your clit was momentarily neglected. however, your dripping hole was invaded instead.

as tara's tongue fucked into you, you choked around your other friend, pulling your head back from him. he let you get to the tip to take a breath. your eyes were glossy with tears from having your throat abused, lips red and puffy. "you okay?" he asked, swiping your hair from your face. you nodded quickly, quickly regaining composure. his voice came out low with arousal, but soft at the sight of your cock-drunk features "gonna keep takin' me like a good girl?" his thumb caressed your cheek sweetly as he asked.

you whined, hips rolling into tara's mouth in reaction to his voice. chris was loving how much such a simple thing got you going. he tapped your cheek with his pointer finger gently, reminding you to respond. once you nodded your head for comfirmation, he went right back to chasing his high, slipping himself through your messy drool and cum covered lips.

speaking of chasing high's, your hand slid down shyly to find tara's hair, gripping lightly through her shiny black locks, which she had no protest for at all, even letting a whine out into your cunt that made your hips jolt up. the feel of her tongue was enough to have your head spinning as is, but having your head uncomfortably tilted back to take chris had you feeling like passing out.

as your hips squirmed up, tara placed her arm on your stomach, pushing you back to the cushions. you tried forming incoherent words around chris's cock, making tara chuckle into you. the vibration from her lips made you whine, you tried pulling off chris to inform them of your need to finish but he only pulled you back

(gentle enough that you could indicate to him if you really needed a break or if you were just trying to speak.)

tara watched with amusement as he kept you quiet. "shh, i know it feels good honey" she silenced you, her tongue plunging right back into your tight walls once done speaking. your cries of ecstasy came more frequently now and it was driving chris insane. you could tell by how his pace began to falter that you weren't the only one approaching your high.

knowing you were at the brink of breaking, her tongue entered you one last time, her hand pushing onto your lower abdomen in synch with it. you couldn't help it, this time you pulled your lips off chris and let out a high pitched cry, propping yourself on your elbows to let the blood flow back to your body from your head.

"fuck" you murmured as you held your friends face against your now-leaking cunt, riding your high while watching as she lapped at every drop leaking onto her tongue.

she soon came up your body with a satisfied grin on her lips. those same lips met yours, forcing you to tase yourself. mid kiss you both heard chris groan, causing tara's eyes to open and lips to leave yours. she watched as cum dripped down his dick, minstrated by his now stilled hand. she crawled over you, leaning forward over the arm rest with her tits in your face as she stuck her tongue out to clean up chris.

with them being right there, you took one of her nipples in your mouth. she finished cleaning up chris and then sat up on your hips, making you release her tit with a subtle pop. "this is about you, honey" she states as she gets up off of you and the couch "or at least it was till he shoved his dick down your throat..."

chris rolled his eyes, ignoring her comment and playfully shoving her aside as he approached you, pulling his boxers and jeans back up. "good luck topping that." tara said cockily, referring to how fucked out she'd already caused you to be.

chris only looked at you and smirked. he may not have been yappin' like tara was, but his confidence in outdoing her was pretty damn high. he motioned for you to sit up, so you did. he took a seat beside you and patted his lap. this hadn't been what you were expecting. gladly though you straddled him, hovering slightly.

"made such a fucking mess" he muttered to you. along with his comment, two of his long fingers came out and unexpectedly pushed all your juices back into you, ripping a whine deep from in your throat. his fingers experimentally curled and his name drawled out of your mouth the second they had. he figured you were already all worked up, there was no need to make you wait right?

his blue eyes locked with yours as he repeated the action again, and again.. and again. your hands gripped at each of his shoulders nails surely leaving marks through the fabric. "you like that?" chris's voice sounded patronizingly cockily. his eyes trailing to give tara a shit eating grin when you couldn't even get out a simple 'yes' your head nodding and hips grinding down into his hand instead.

tara was a little further down the couch now from you guys, her eyes locked on the two of you as her hand snaked into her own shorts to rub over her panties. she wanted to be mad at his cocky demeanor but instead, she found herself practically leaking at the over confident smirk he gave her. (not that she'd ever admit it)

your legs shook lightly as you tried to chase his movements with your hips. almost every curl of his fingers elicted some kind of needy noise from you. chris watched in both awe and satisfaction at how overstimulated you were, his fingers purposefully pushing as deep as possible just for a reaction.

your head dropped down to his shoulder, a gutteral moan as you gripped at the sleeve of his hoodie for any kind of stability. "'m not g-gonna last long" you hardly managed through pathetic little whines in his ear.

chris shook his head "no, you're gonna finish with your friend" he told you, eyes glancing between tara, then back to you. you shook your head gently in protest "but-" "shh, you'll live."

when you rested your head sideways to see your female friend, her legs were spread, hand in her shorts and head tilted back as she bit down on her lip to silence herself. but most noteably, her brown eyes were locked on chris's free hand that was currently running along your side.

tara's eyes took in the length and perfect thickness to chris' fingers, the way they gripped at your skin. the sight had her legs closing back up, thigh's squeezing her own hand as a strangled desperate whine finally slipped her glossed lips.

but you weren't the only one who caught sight of tara's wandering eyes. chris's look darkened at it, feeling his ego puffing up at knowing what she was thinking.

"gonna keep gawkin' orr you wanna come here?" there was a newfound cockiness to his tone that made tara smirk, quickly releasing her hand from between her thighs before shuffling down the couch where you and him sat. she was the first to make a move on chris, gripping the younger brunette's jaw gently to place her lips on his.

while his lips messily pressed back to hers, he slyly slipped his arm around tara's waist, pulling her in so her side was rested right against his. she lifted her hips to remove her black denim jorts, slipping them off onto the floor along with her (now wet) panties.

you were far from neglected during this entire interaction, rutting your hips all the way down chris's fingers as they curled into you with just the right amount of pressure to have your nails clawing further into his hoodie. the sight of your two friends messily swallowing each others mouths eagerly was like having a porno unfold right before your eyes.

chris' hand grazed down tara's stomach, agonizingly slow all the way to her waist. he intentionally missed where he should have been heading to go straight for her thigh's.

she wasn't really in the mood for it right now, further evident by her clutching his roaming hand into hers, forcing it to cup her soaked cunt instead. her hips greedily pushed into his hand, causing them to both to smile into the kiss.

now you tried not to get jealous of the both of them as you watched but it was becoming increasingly hard. tara's eyes momentarily flashing to catch your needy stare caused her to break off from chris' lips.

her soft fingers went for your throat, wrapping with just enough pressure to make you gasp in surprise. with that same grip she forced you towards her, her mouth coming to yours. instead of connecting your lips, she gently bit your bottom lip. sinking her teeth in gently and tugging your lip back, grinning when your gasp turned into a whine from both the sting of the bite along with the overwhelming feeling of chris's fingers.

which speaking of, were now circling tara's clit with his other hand. she was constantly gasping, her lips now trailing your jaw and her hand squeezing your neck tighter in response to chris's movements.

feeling the need to join in, chris' began mouthing at the unoccupied side of your neck, his eyes fluttering shut, soaking in the sounds of both your pleasured noises. he felt a sense of pride knowing it was because of him.

your body was hot all over, nearly feeling like you could pass out from but too caught up in being finger fucked by your friend to care. chris could tell you wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, so he tauntingly moved his wrist further forward to curl his digits deeper into you.

"'m-" you cut yourself off with a moan as they both sucked down on different parts of your neck in synch. you'd think they planned it with how in unison their mouths worked dark purple marks onto you.

forgetting to repeat yourself, your jaw just fell slack, gripping chris' arm warningly. "close?" he mumbled in question against your bruised skin. upon hearing you breathing out an "uh huh", he knew he was gonna need to get tara there faster if he wanted you both to finish together. so he switched to circling your friends clit with the pad of his thumb instead, slowly fucking two fingers into her.

tara parted from your neck to look at chris like she had something to say about it but was quickly shut up when his fingers brushed the spongey spot deep inside her, having her reeling for more of it.

she had already been close from her own previous work on herself so she wasn't gonna last much longer either, announcing it by mumbling next to chris' ear that he was "doing so good" her voice lacked the same cockiness from earlier, sounding needy now,

chris bit his lip to suppress a smile at the praise for how good he was doing at pleasing the both of you. now the only rivalry with chris that tara could care about was if he was making you or her cum first, the argument from earlier long lost in her mind.

he himself had been trying to contain himself from growing hard again at the gorgeous sight of his two friends falling apart on top of, as well as beside him. he wasn't sure when or how he started but his hips were subconciously rutting up into your thigh in rythym with the pace of his fingers inside you.

the sight and sounds of both of you was almost too much, he spoke up to try and talk you both to the edge "c'mon, look so pretty taking it" he started breathlessly, his head was now dropped onto your shoulder, but facing toward tara. so as he spoke, you and tara both assumed he was speaking to yourselves. (which was his intention)

he didn't think about his words as they spilled from his lips, eager to feel you both finish "'know you can cum for me together" his voice was lower, clearly more affected by his clothed dick against your thigh than he'd like to admit.

with an aggresive amount of sudden pressure to both your clits, he got his wish.

walls fluttering around his fingers, your head tilted back, a babble of noises that were meant to be words came strangled from your lips. the hand of yours that wasn't grabbing chris's sleeve reached over to find tara's free hand and grab it, which she happily held, squeezing your hand back with a breathless giggle as her own walls closed and convulsed on chris's knuckles too.

you became overwhelmed quickly, having already came once before this. chris caught on to this by the way your hand was sliding down his arm to his wrist, wordlessly grabbing it in warning. he observed the way your brows knitted together, lips puffing out when he slowly removed his fingers from your fluttering walls.

only seconds later he released his hand from between tara's thigh's too. before chris could process it, tara took his fingers drenched in her slick to her mouth, wrapping around them. his lips parted in a gentle gasp and you took the opportunity to guide his own fingers from his other hand to his lips, encouraging him to tase you as well.

he gladly complied. his blue eyes locked on yours as he sucked his own digits dry of your juices. once he released his fingers, tara realeased his from her mouth as well.

panting, your eyes raked chris in disbelief, this is when you saw the huge wet patch on chris's sweatpants. you giggled teasingly, tara clearly having observed the sight to because she was giggling right along with you, shaking her head as she said "noo way" tauntingly

chris's cheeks tinted a dark shade of red as he groaned "shut the fuck up" to both of you, clearly a little embarassed. his hands quickly found your hips to lift you off him onto the couch. he stood up, rushing to the bathroom.

you and tara both combusted into laughter, wheezing and smacking at each other due to laughing so hard as you watched him walk away, uncomfortably grabbing his crotch.

"i hate you guys!" grumbling like an angry kid he slammed the bathroom door shut.

"love you too!" both of you yelled back in unison to the bathroom door.

tara shuffled to face you as she began putting her clothes back on "okay it's just us, be honest, i was better right?" tara asked wish a raised eyebrow. you had to look away from her as you spoke your truth "you were great!" you responded enthusiastically to avoid the question.

tara knew what your avoidance meant. chris had 'won'.

tara gasped dramatically (mostly) pretending to be offended "girl! fuck you" she playfully shoved your arm as you both giggled, knowing it wasn't that serious.

and despite being 'quiet' (neither of you were.) chris had most certainly heard the conversation from the bathroom and was more than pleased to hear it.

not that he wouldn't have gladly fucked some sense into you another time but, still glad he'd proved his point.

he won.

thank you to everyone for being patient. i was having writers block so this took a longggg time to come out but i'm back on my shit so send more reqs!

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[w2soneshots]

Baby daddy -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy.

summary: after a one night stand you find yourself pregnant with Harry’s baby, you go to Faith for advice then tell Harry. But how does he react?

notes: hello my loves😚. Here’s the request! I love this idea and I hope you all enjoy🧸🫶🏼

"No. There's no way. I'm gonna do another one." My brain rambled as I stared at the pregnancy test. I reached for the small box. It's empty. Within thirty minutes I had used the entire box, all positive. "This can't be happening. I can't be pregnant." I thought, in complete denial. I didn't know what to do with myself. It's not just any normal night I can't just eat dinner and go to sleep. I just found out that I'm pregnant with my friend's baby. I barely slept that night.

A week later I was still trying to process the news. I knew exactly when it had happened. One night (around five weeks ago) I went out with everyone for Freya's birthday. We all got really drunk and I had been touch deprived for so long that somehow I ended up waking up in Harry's apartment, next to him in his bed. Thankfully he was still asleep when I woke so I grabbed my things and bolted. We had completely ignored the fact that we had sex and since no one knew it wasn't really a problem. Until now.

I decided that I needed to talk to someone. I couldn't keep this bottled up for another second or I felt as though I might explode. Faith is who I choose to tell. I know I can trust her and she's my only friend who's actually a mum. "Hey. Are you free anytime today? x" I asked via text. She replied quickly. "Ethan's filming so I'm here with Olive all day. Do you wanna come here? xx" I let out a sigh of relief. "That would be great! I'll see you in 30 xx" "Come through the glass door. It'll be unlocked xx"

I quickly got ready into a sweat set, brushed my hair into a ponytail then grabbed my phone and left. I drove to Faith's house and in just twenty minutes was waiting for her to open the gate. Once I'd parked I hoped from the car. I walked round the house to the glass doors. Then slid it open. I heard Rolo barking then Faith came shuffling into the lounge. "Hi! How've you been?" She pulled me into a quick hug. "Uhm, pretty good." I replied. She furrowed her brows. "What's up?" Uncontrollable tears welled in my eyes. "Oh my god. Come sit." She led me over to the couch.

"Ok start from the beginning." She said once I had calmed down. I took a deep breath. "So you know when we went out for Freya's birthday?" "Mhm." She nodded. "Well I- um- I ended up at Harry's apartment." Her brows furrowed. "I barely remember it but I know we- you know-" "you had sex with Harry?!" She exclaimed.

"Wow. Have you talked about it since?" She asked. "No but I didn't come round to tell you about that." Her face contorted into confusion. "Oh, what did you want to talk about?" She softened. My eyes fluttered closed. "I'm pregnant." I whispered. She went silent. "Congratulations?" She wasn't sure what to say. "Thanks. I uh- I don't really know how to feel." "And it's Harry's?" I nodded. "Well you know I'm here if you need absolutely anything." I smiled lightly at her. "I know." She pulled me into a warm hug.

After I talked to Faith I decided it was time to tell Harry. He deserves to know. But I booked a doctor's appointment first, to one hundred percent confirm that I'm pregnant. I hadn't really had any symptoms other than the fact I had missed my period, which is why I took the test. After a quick blood test the nurse confirmed it. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been in complete denial the entire time and this made it real, I'm going to be a mother.

It was almost two weeks after I had found out when me and Harry eventually saw each other. I sent him a text and he had agreed to come round to my apartment. I hadn't told him much just that I needed to talk. When he arrived my heartbeat sped up and my palms began to sweat. I opened the door after taking a deep breath. I smiled lightly at him. "Hi. Come in." I stepped aside. He awkwardly walked in. We sat on my couch.

In seconds I blurted out "I'm pregnant." His mouth dropped open and the room fell silent. "You- what?" He stuttered. "I'm pregnant Harry." I repeated. He swallowed. "And it's mine?" I nodded. "Uh- I- wow." I didn't know what to do, he wasn't talking this very well. "Listen, I don't expect anything from you. I just thought you should know." I spoke softly. "I just- I-" suddenly he jumped from the sofa and bolted out of my apartment. I burst into tears. I really thought- well I wasn't sure what I thought.

I told Faith about the incident and she attempted to comfort me. "He just needs to process it. Like you did. He'll come around. Give him time." She had said. That calmed me and almost a week went by with nothing until I got a knock on my door. I pushed myself from the sofa, that I'd been sat on all day since I wasn't feeling the best. I froze when I saw Harry standing outside my door. He didn't give me time to say a word. "y/n please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I reacted like that. I want to do this with you. I want to be a dad." He said quickly. A smile spread across my face. Then I stepped forward pulling his nervous frame into a soft hug.

Years later me and Harry sat in our beautiful house watching our two young kids playing together. Reminiscing about what brought us to this moment. Happy, content and in love.

[balkanradfem]

Alright, this one is for all the people who read my 'spatula' and 'roommate emergency' posts. Because if you suffered trough those long whiny posts you deserve to know the insane continuation/ending to the story. Warning for high levels of drama and plot twists. Under cut because long.

So, after all of the emergency and spatula debakl, I was starting to feel slightly less warm to my roommate; not enough to be mean, but I decided to focus on my own stuff and not give her as much attention. We were still saying hi and casually chatting, but I wouldn't take food if she offered. She bought some fruit juice and told me to drink it, and I didn't wanna be mean so I just said 'you should drink it too', and ignored it. I will not be mollified with some fruit juice.

I felt happier focusing on myself, but I also started to get a little anxious, because what if the roommate gets mad at me, and then moves out? And then I thought, wait, that's an insane thought. Nobody moves out of a place because their roommate is a bit withdrawn and depressed, and doesn't give them tons of attention. Besides, I haven't done anything ever to cause her harm or distress, I'm just living my life and leaving her to hers. I'm fine.

So yesterday late evening, I went to the bathroom and noticed all of her shampoos and shower gels were missing, and immediately got worried about it. Why would she remove all her bathroom stuff, unless she is actually moving out? But she never said anything. It was already so late at night, I couldn't go bother her about it. It was 11 pm. I tried to not worry about it and fall asleep, but I couldn't. Thinking how maybe she's moving out, and then I'd be alone looking for a roommate in January when the bills are the worst, filled me with anxiety. How would I pay my rent? I heard her then, leaving her room and going into the bathroom. I made a split-second decision to get up and confront her about it. I needed to be sure.

I caught her in the hallway, and asked 'Hey, I saw you took all of your shampoos, are you leaving? If you're leaving I need to know.' She smiled at me and then reassured me that if she was leaving, she'd tell me. She then showed to me how a lot of her hair started falling out, and she thinks it's because of the shampoo, so she threw it away and now needs a new one. Oh okay, I thought, that's a relief. I told her thanks for explaining, and how I got so worried I couldn't sleep. She laughed at me for being silly and worrying, and I grumbled 'don't laugh at me' as I went back to my room and wished her a good night. She seemed so happy I talked to her, probably because I wasn't initiating any conversations lately.

Next morning, I woke up sad, so I was moping in my room, and at one point she stopped by my room asking if I was okay, and if I'm going to work. I replied weakly that I was fine (I wasn't, I was kinda sobbing and forgot my room door was open) and that I didn't have work that day. She said okay. I heard her leave.

After I calmed down from my sadness, I realized I needed to contact her employer, because she was supposed to pay her share of the bills, and even though I reminded her two days ago, she forgot, and I needed that money. I hate bothering people about money, so I just sent a little 'how about today?' message thinking that was friendly enough. Her employer responded with 'sure I'll send you the money via [roommate name], she still isn't at work.' I responded with 'she left, she should be there soon'.

And then I thought, maybe I was wrong when I heard her leave, so I got up, knocked on her door, and said her name to check if she was still there. No response. I pushed the door open.

My heart sank to the bottom of my feet.

The room was empty. The bed was empty. There was a mess on the floor but mostly trash. Her things were gone. Her clothes were gone. The key to the apartment was on the table.

I was immediately stricken with shock, and the realization that she lied to me yesterday, when I anxiously asked if she was leaving, she smiled and reassured me that she wasn't leaving while she was already packing her bags! But why?

I panicked then, thinking what I should do next. Was she okay? Was she safe? Did she go to a friend's place? Should I call her employer and check if she still went to work? But that's probably not what the roommate wanted, I needed to find her and ask her why, and what to tell to her employer, because I didn't know the right answer. I grabbed my bike and headed outside and tried to find her in the city.

No luck. After half an hour I understood too much time has passed, she could have been anywhere. She's left and cannot be found. I couldn't call her, because her phone doesn't have a real SIM card so calls don't work. I relented and called her employer to check if she was at work, and to try and find out what happened.

I needed to be calculated in order to get any kind of information, so I called and said 'Hi, just checking if [roommate's name] got to work safely?' And employer says 'No, she's still not at work'. So I go 'Did something happen yesterday? Something is wrong'.

Her employer was extremely evasive on what exactly happened. She started listing events like 'she wouldn't clean the windows, we had a media day yesterday and she had to talk to the cameras, she got mad about something, said she didn't want to work, that her head hurts, but wouldn't sign the form saying she's quitting, then she changed her mind and asked for a free day, but she already had two free days, she was unreasonable' it was a mumble-jumble of events I couldn't put together right. And then I finally told her that [roommate's name] is gone. She took her things and left the key. The employer didn't even seem that shocked. I was still in shock. I asked her to call me if she managed to get in contact.

I was still struggling to accept just what had happened. I then remembered that even though we never used it, at one point I added her on facebook, and maybe this could be our point of contact. I wanted to talk to her just one last time, to find out what happened at work that forced her to leave, and to say goodbye. I couldn't accept that she is just gone after all that, with no explanation, no goodbye.

I went to the park, connected to the internet and frevently searched for the little icon in my messenger. I found her. I sent her a message saying 'Hey, please tell me why you left. I won't bother you, I just need to know why.'

No response. She was online. I knew she saw it. But nothing.

I couldn't accept it. I tried calling her on facebook. She immediately blocked me.

I was left staring at my phone in disbelief. This was it. This was all I would ever get for closure. I'd never find out what had happened. Not from her employer, and not from her.

I felt heartbroken but at the same time had no time to deal with the emotional impact, because I had incoming panic about rent and bills! Her employer would definitely not want to pay her dues now that she was not even living there anymore, and I needed a roommate to stay afloat. Then I remembered, there was one person who viewed the apartment a month ago and wanted to move in, but wanted a solitary room – maybe she'd be interested in it still, since solitary room was now free.

I took my luck and called the woman. After I'd explained who I was and why I was calling, she was delighted. 'I thought about you every day!' she said excitedly. As a lesbian, I love a woman saying that to me, but, it was not the time. She's a 60yo divorced straight lady and I have to keep it together. She said she would move in tomorrow evening, and I said okay, not believing her fully because honestly who can you believe? 'I would tell you if I was leaving' was still ringing in my ears.

I knew now what I needed to do. Go home and... clean out the apartment.

It was as sad as you can imagine. I had to take down the christmas decorations that we had put up together, because the new person would surely find it odd to see a christmas tree at the end of January, and I just think it's nice so why take it down. I had to go clean out roommate's room, which had a fair amount of trash in it, and I realized, some stuff from her work, the key to her workplace, her working clothes. I understood I'd have to return those to her employer, who later called me to ask about it. I said I would bring it immediately.

Her employer wanted to talk to me, but only to convince me that the roommate was a lazy, messy, unmotivated and disobedient slob, which I didn't believe. I knew this lady was abusive and mean to my roommate and likely the reason roommate left. She was trying to paint my roommate as the villain so badly because she wanted to cover up her own abuse. I didn't believe any of it and I left. She didn't give me any money for bills. She promised to give it later.

I went home, and continued with my cleaning journey. I found some interesting things my roommate left behind. She left some random food items, like some oil and pasta, and then one transparent produce bag filled with something white. Rice, I thought? It was salt. Then, while clearing out her table, I found 3 pens, and realized all three were mine. Later I found a 4th pen, also mine. There was also some stationary paper from my desk. This explained why I could no longer find a pen in my room, they were all somehow ending up here. But I never invited her to just take my pens? It seems that every time she needed to write something down, she'd take a different pen from my desk, and never returned any. Well, that's not a horrible crime, I thought, it's just pens. None of them worked anymore, even though I made sure to only keep working pens on my desk.

I thought about what her employer said, about her being messy and leaving stuff everywhere, and even though I argued back and said to her my roommate was nice, some of it didn't feel so true anymore. She was leaving stuff everywhere, and created lots of messes. The first week she arrived we cleaned together, but that was the last time she cleaned. Every other time it was me cleaning alone. And she would sometimes spill stuff on the floor, or on the stovetop, and leave it. Or leave all counters cluttered to the point where I had to move her stuff before using them. But I thought she was just too busy to pay attention to things like that. Then while cleaning I found one of my fanciest kitchen cloths, with several holes burned trough it. That is a bit too chaotic, I thought. Why must you burn my cloth?

I was riddled with a lack of understanding of what happened; how could she have been here in the morning, talked to me like everything was okay, and now I will never see her again in my life, and never know why? Why would she do that? I have in the past, helped roommates flee from abusive situations, and if they had to quickly move, I would help them pack, lie to their abusers for them, hide their stuff they couldn't take with, so they could come get it later. Why would she find me unsafe to tell the truth to? I would have helped. I would have told her employer whatever she wanted me to. I've been on her side and advocating for her from the start. I convinced the employer when she was sick to let her off work, I held her hand when her eyes were sick, I bought her medicine, I offered to go anywhere and everywhere with her to translate and speak on her behalf when she needed anything. It couldn't have been just because I was moody and sad for a few days. I couldn't understand it.

The only reasons I could think of why she did that, was either she was worried I'd be mad she's leaving, worried I'd try to stop or follow her (which I wouldn't), or someone else instructed her on what to do and they spelled out to her to tell nobody.

The lady who wanted to move in called me again, and said she actually wanted to come and sleep here the same evening, and I now only had a few hours to clean everything out. I was exhausted, shaken, emotioanlly in shambles. But I washed all the windows, cleaned the fridge, washed the furniture and the floor, changed all the decor, put my spare cover and fresh bedding in the other room so the new roommate could sleep there without having to buy anything. The new lady has a list of red flags on her too; some of her behaviour is what I wouldn't want in a roommate, however, what choice do I have. I welcomed her, made her tea, explained all the rules, and then witdrew to my room to eat some peanut butter because I had forgotten to eat all day due to stress and shock.

And then I wrote this down! It's still the same day as I'm writing it. I talked to my roommate in the morning and now a new person I don't know is in that room, and I'm still stunned. What on earth happened today? I still want a phone call with an explanation. I didn't deserve to be left like that. I can't make out what to think of her now, this has never happened to me before. I had people leave on short notice, but never secretly, never while lying to me about what they're doing.

I still feel like she'll come here any second! Like I'll hear her voice again saying hi and how are you. But I never will again. It feels so weird. I'm both sad and relieved. She must be in a better place, far from her employer and with her friends who understand her and can help her find a better job. I'm relieved she's probably safer. But I'm sad about not getting a goodbye. Sad about being blocked, when all I wanted was an explanation. Sad about 'I would tell you if I was leaving'. How many times in life do you get anxious, then reassured that you're worrying for nothing, but then the anxiety turns out to be correct and the person purposefully lied? That doesn't bode well for future references.

I can't figure out if she was a nice person, and there were good reasons warranting her leaving like this, or whether I just misjudged her.

So yeah, unsatisfying as it is, this is the end of my Nepali roommate era, we sure had,,, times, and it sure did, end. I would like to apply for the drama free life from now on please.

[sweetstarart]

40 Wallace Wells Headcanons!!!

He loves the band gorillaz! His current favorite songs are Dare, Dirty Harry, Rock The House and 5/4

He used to animate and draw in college but he hasn't really picked it up since then

He and Scott don't have much closet space, so they put some of their clothes in a kitchen cabinet. Scott is very scared Ramona will open it one day

When he eats burger He takes the pickles off and saves them for last. He does the same thing with shrimp pasta and also likes it most when there are 5 shrimp left over to eat. Scott thinks this is weird.

He's quite a powerful psychic, but since he's a beginner he has no idea how to utilize his powers. In the future, Old Wallace becomes one of the most powerful psychics in Toronto

Old Wallace's hair turned grey after what him and Mobile simply refer to as a "Psychic Mishap". This same mishap lead to him also needing very strong prescription glasses

He has 5 favorite colors, Green, Pink, Black, Teal and Red. If you ask which is his favorite, he'll usually cycle through 3 of those options before telling you he doesn't have a favorite

He scratches his knuckles when he gets nervous

He keeps his hands behind his back while doing this so people are less likely to notice

Sometimes he taps his fingers instead

Starting book 2, He's been taking French classes. He likes to say dumb things in French around the house that don't apply to whatever they're talking about, Scott is none the wiser

He likes turtles!

Although Wallace sometimes kicks Scott in his sleep, he can actually be fairly affectionate sometimes if he's feeling happy or lonely. Sometimes he hugs Scott in his sleep

Strangely enough, he doesn't do this to mobile until a few years into their relationship

Wallace used to have braces and acne in high-school. It is one of the very few things he's insecure about

He constantly forgets Young Neil's name and swears its either Francis or Dennis

Him and Other Scott have known eachother since they were kids but only became friends in high-school, when Wallace would stay over at his house from time to time

According to Scott and Other Scott, seeing Wallace win a drinking game is one of the most horrifying things they've ever seen

His record is 19 beers in 5 seconds

Oftentimes He wears a variety of Bracelets on his arm. His sweater usually obscures this, but they can be heard clanking together when he runs. When asked why he does this, he says he's "Matching with a friend"

His birthday is July 4th

He ran away from home during high-school, leading to him crashing at his friend's houses until he finally got an apartment

He frequently stayed with Scott, Other Scott and Roxy (until they stopped being friends towards the end of high-school)

Like the anime said, he let Scott crash at his place and he never left. At first, he figured since Scott let him stay over a week once, it only seemed fair to do the same. Soon a week turned into a month,but he couldn't bring himself to simply tell him to leave

He's somewhat of a pushover, but is too prideful to admit it (or embarrassed... who knows!)

He has tons of pride merch that he saves specifically for the month of May. Not June, because he "likes to stand out" (It's actually because when he started doing this, he got the month wrong)

He won a Ball point pen from a high-school drinking game. He calls it his most "prized possession" and he keeps it in a jewelry box alongside his bracelets

Scott is listed as "The first guy you should call if I ever get drunk and pass out bc he knows good and well he owes me a favor" on a list his frequent bartender asked him to make (Her name is Leni btw)

He and Gideon (the cat) would actually get along pretty well if they ever met

He and Gideon (the man) would not get along very well. But Wallace would find him extremely attractive in secret

He finds most of Ramona's exes attractive with the exceptions being Roxy and Kyle katayanagi

He passed his driving test while completely drunk. He woke up the next day and had no clue how to drive and couldn't even remember doing it until he found the license in the kitchen sink

He's had tons of flings, but never had an actual boyfriend until he met Mobile

He is so gay, that he litterally pukes rainbows

He thinks Stephen is hot. His only reason for not pursuing him is the fact that Scott made him promise to never make out with his friends

His favorite food is shrimp Alfredo

The reason Wallace makes bacon so often is because he bought it in bulk once as a dare from one of his friends. No clue what kind of bacon it was, but it expired a year from that day and the bottom shelf of his fridge was packed full of it for months

He always loses at rock paper scissors

He knows how to play piano

He has Hayfever

And... that's it! Except not really, I actually have way more!

But thats all I'm posting for now...

Thanks for reading!

[kamii-2]

sarah strong fluff based after uconn won there first game

warning(s): none (i think)

genre: fluff

pairing(s): sarah strong x reader

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when sarah walked in the door you ran to her and hugged her, “i’m so proud of you and your team.” you said as you hug her as tight as possible. “thank you so much, i wish you could’ve came.” she smiled while giving you a few kissed on your forehead. you didn’t go to her game because you had to work and had tons of homework to finish but at work you watched the game on the tv and when you were supposed to be doing homework, you were just watching the game. “yea, i’ll come next time.” you told her while pulling away.

a few minutes after sarah had got home and put all of her stuff away, she got in the shower and ready for bed. after her shower you both laid in bed and watched movies until the next day. you had planned to actually do something else for the teams first win but it was too late at night to do it so you planned on doing it the next day. you watched 3 movies before you both got tired and went to bed for the night.

you woke up before sarah and went to the store. last night before you went to bed you ordered a cake that says, “congratulations on the win guys 😛” with a bunch of pictures of the team and you planned on inviting the whole team over for a mimi celebration, eating the cake, maybe going live, and just overall having a good time. after you got the cake you bought a cool and a bag of ice and put the ice in the cooler, setting the cake in the color and hiding it in your car so sarah wouldn’t find it.

before you went back home you got coffee for you and sarah, trying to hide the fact that you were out for about an hour. when you got home sarah was sleep asleep so you woke her up as it was 10:21 and she told you to wake her up before 11, not wanting to sleep the whole day away. “sarah, baby wake up,” you said as you shook her awake, “i got you a iced coffee.” you told her as you shook her again, after a few more seconds of shaking her she woke up, “bro.” she said as she rolled over, “the ice in your coffee is gonna melt.” you told her as you shook her again. the moment you said that she got up snd went to the kitchen to find it.

“sarah i have a surprise for you and your whole team.” you told her as she drank her drink. she smiled at you, setting the drink down, “what is it?” she asked. “text them and tell them to come over and i’ll give you guys the surprise when they’re all here.” you answered. right after you said that, she texted them.

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about an hour later, the whole team had showed up and were sitting in your bling room waiting for the surprise. “i know it’s not much but i hope you guys like it.” you said and you walked inside with the cooler, setting it on the coffee table and taking the cake box out. you moved the cooler off the table and opened the cake box. “oh my God.” ice said while looking at the cake, immediately taking a picture of the cake to post later. “this is so cute oh my lorddddd.” aubrey said with a big smile on her face. the rest of the night was filled with lots of laughter, playing games, and making tiktoks.

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i hope you guys enjoyed and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[timid-toots]

i got a sugarcane

(m/m, kink, heed tags)

Prout, laying in bed next to Pip, the both of them naked like always, wakes up with a groggy gasp. Pip is still in a deep sleep, so Prout mumbles to himself.

"Makin' brown... Making brown!"

Prout grins, sleepy, and he wakes Pip up by reaching over and fondling Pip's smooth balls. When Pip opens his eyes, pushing his hips up, Prout smiles even wider.

"I'm pooping!"

His announcement isn't alarmed or upset, but, instead, very excited. He sounds proud of himself.

It's no secret that Prout has been wanting to sleep-shit ever since Pip shat the bed a few weeks ago. Pip had woken up early in the morning to a soft pile of poop between his legs, some of a turd still nestled in his asshole, smudging his asscheeks and taint. Prout had been happy for Pip and also wildly jealous, and he has been trying all kinds of methods to poop while he slept, but hadn't managed it yet. He'd farted a ton through the night, but he always woke up before he was able to pass anything more solid than gas.

Pip smiles at him, happy and encouraging, and takes a sniff of the air, the stench of which all but confirms Prout's gleeful claims.

"I'm laying cable in bed! And I started while I was asleep! I did it! I'm doing it!" Prout exclaims. He kicks the blanket off and spreads his legs and yep, there's a turd sticking out of his anus. "Look, Pip!"

Pip grins and turns on his bedside lamp to give him a better view of the show Prout is so kindly putting on for him. Once he can see, he keeps his eyes fixed on Prout's busy butthole, and he reaches a hand over to lift up Prout's heavy, hairy ballsack, giving himself a better view of Prout's pooping stinkhole while getting to enjoy playing with Prout's nutsack.

"It's a big one!" Prout exclaims, his voice filled with wonder. "It's coming out all by itself! I'm not even pushing, Pip! It's a big, juicy log turding out of my hole! Look!"

Pip looks on, mesmerized, as another inch of Prout's log presses out of his stretched anus. He fondles Prout's big balls in appreciation.

"How's it feel? Did it wake you up?"

Prout grunts and moans as he continues to empty his bowels, the first big, harder turd ending and quickly being followed by a second, softer one. He's never been able to sleep through the beginning press of a poop starting to turtle before, so this is quite an accomplishment for him.

"Oh, it's so good! It feels so... intense!" Prout gasps, his eyes fluttering, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this! I've been trying for weeks!"

His anus twitches, a wet fart blurbing out along the soft shit log, and Prout sighs happily, hips squirming.

"I started dreaming that I was shitting, and I woke up, and I could feel it in my anus! I could feel the poop pressing out, like, two inches!" Prout explains, eager, still pooping, and he bites his lip, his penis flexing. It's resting against his thigh, pink and mostly soft. "I think I gotta make yellow, too!"

Pip giggles happily, gently squeezing Prout's ballsack, playing with his nuts as he nods encouragingly.

"You should take a piss!" Pip insists, "Here, you want some encouragement?"

With a final tug, Pip lets go of Prout's balls and, keeping his eyes fixed on the way he's still turding away against the bed they're sharing, he moves so his nude ass is more visible to Prout. Pip uses his hands to spread his buttcheeks, flashing Prout his furled little asshole and smooth crack. Then, Pip farts, loud and sharp.

"Ha! I farted!" Pip grins again, winking his smooth, pink-brown bung at his friend, "Doesn't that make you wanna go pee-pee?"

Prout gasps and laughs, and his pooping speeds up a little as he gazes longingly at Pip's hole. He grins, and his penis visibly jerks against his thigh like it might start getting hard.

"Fuck, man, yeah, that makes me wanna piss!" Prout exclaims happily, his mostly-soft penis starting to leak warm piss, and he grins and sighs.

"Hell yeah!" Pip encourages, reaching back over to take Prout's nuts in hand again, "Look at you go, man!"

Prout giggles and nods, spreading his legs even more. He's clearly thrilled, and he squeezes his butthole closed, which cuts his snaking turd off. When his hole yawns back open, he keeps right on pooping in the bed. His penis keeps pissing away, too.

"How's it feel?" Pip asks again, still fondling Prout's heavy balls.

"It's so good, man," Prout gasps, "I'm fucking doing it, I'm shitting the bed, and I started while I was asleep!"

He finishes with a wet fart and a final, messy blob of poop that splats in the mess in the bed built up between his thighs. He closes his eyes dreamily, his whole body relaxing now that he's no longer got to focus on pushing out the last of his dump, and he sighs as he tunes back into the feeling of his penis still spraying urine against the sheets.

"Dude," Pip groans, "that was so hot..." He's still got a hand on Prout's balls, and his other hand is fumbling with his half-hard cock.

"Oh my God," Prout gasps, his eyes still closed as his stream finally ends, "I can't fucking wait to do that again."

[swarmishstrangers]

Pretty please. Can I have Mspar x Mallek headcanons where Mspar is sick? How does Mallek react the first time? Does he react after finding out they are much warmer than when they were not sick?

OKAY OKAY INHALES EXHALES I actually think about this one a lot too! Both if Mspar were sick and if Mallek was sick, both for thinking about how they go about taking care of each other and also..troll sicknesses? I imagine you got your basic fevers and colds (probably not called those on Alternia tho) But I also think about their more extreme illnesses? Not going into that tho! I'm getting into my hcs for you >:D

꩜ Mspar can't actually catch most troll illnesses! They've seen their fair share of troll illnesses because they've taken care of a few of their friends who have been swamped by sickness or a virus. Poor Tyzias..She was having a horrible time being sick for a good week. She thinks she got some good work into her group project, but she was devasted that she felt so sick she couldn't work on much. Mspar and Stelsa took care of her though and Mspar came out of it fine! They did make sure to shower thoroughly or to not physically see any friends for a good few days juuust to make sure they don't spread whatever Tyzias had. All of that is unrelated to Mspar getting sick for these hcs. I just wanted to note that Mspar is immune to most troll illnesses.

꩜Mspar is however, still susceptible to the troll cold and fever equivalent. To whiiiich they weren't expecting to get sick since they hadn't up till this point, so they were completely unprepared when one morning, they woke up sick as FUCK. Eyes stingy as hell, throat so itchy they wanted to claw it out, body ravaged by weakness and soreness, nostrils stuff and so they had to resort to uncomfortably breathing through their mouth, and a heavy awful fog weighing on their head. They. Felt. Awful. And they don't even know where they got it!!

꩜Mspar felt incredibly weak, the weight of them trying to push off their blankets was unbearable, it was like they weighed a ton now. So they had no choice but to lay there, hopeless and unable to think any complex thoughts.

꩜They weren't aware that a day had passed since they succumbed to laying in their blanket pile. While their body wasn't able to get up, they weren't actually resting. It was so hard to breathe, and they couldn't comfortably sleep. They hadn't eaten, not even a drop of water. They were miserable. And unbeknownst to them, their certain ceruleanblooded matesprit had been trying to text and talk to them, but their lack of response made him panic, thinking something had happened to his matesprit..

꩜Mspar woke up to a completely different but familiar place. It took some effort to open their eyes to truly take everything in, and they slowly come to see a troll. Mallek. His expression was one of pure worry, his brows knitted, biting at his lower lip just a little as he wrings at his wrists. He was on his knees beside them where they lay on his couch, his upper body and arms rested over their blanketed body as he looked on when they started to wake up. His expression softens only a little, reaching out his hand and turning it so the back of it can come up to press at their forehead. The second his hand comes into contact with their forehead he flinched away a little, almost like the temperature burned him. In reality it wasn't exactly that, not to where it hurt but it was the first time their warmth was able to catch him off guard. That was way too warm, even for them.

꩜Mspar comes to, their weak and strained voice calling his name, asking them how long were that out, did Mallek bring them here? How did he know they had gotten sick? Mallek explains everything. "you were out for hours when I brought you here; you were not responding to any of my messages and it showed you did not even open them; i got so worried something happened and; i found you in your watch tower; you did not look good so; I brought you here;

꩜Mspar was having trouble thinking, speaking. The brain fog roaring and their throat in agony. Mallek sees how much they're struggling and he pushes off of them briefly to lean down to the ground next to him, trying to find something in the basket he brought with him in case they woke up. "this =! going to be pleasant i am not going to lie; but you need to take this so your symptoms subside;" Mspar feels gentle fingers coax their mouth to open, they feel something pill shaped pop into their mouth and then Mallek holds their mouth closed. The pill tasted subtly sweet.. before the pills outside melted and out poured a liquid. It tasted absolutely horrible. it tasted alcoholic but the bad kind, the really bad kind, it tasted of only the bitterness of citrus fruit and none of the sweet, like a very potent and worse syrup medicine, and the taste of horrid alcohol. It made them weakly struggle to open their mouth, but Mallek held it closed, looking at them apologetically. "i know i know i am sorry; but you really need to swallow this;" Tears are in their eyes at the utterly horrible taste, but they soon painfully swallow. They immediately wanted to throw up, but Mallek held their mouth closed to make sure it stayed down. Once Mallek was sure they had swallowed, he released their mouth, immediately hugging them. They were so warm..it was unnerving to Mallek, his cooler head pressed to their much hotter one.

꩜As soon as Mspar swallowed the medicine, they felt as it went down their throat, that the itchiness went away along with the coolness the medicine was spreading open up their nostrils for what felt like in ages. They could breathe. They still had their other symptoms, but they could feel that they weren't nearly as bad. They could feel Mallek kiss their warmed cheek, "you are staying here where i can watch you; so i can take care of you;" Gratefully, they can't express through words, but they nod. Other than the fever making them warm, Mspar felt warm in the moment at his declaration of taking care of them in this state.

꩜The thought of Mspar being able to catch the alternian equivalent to a fever wasn't something that crossed Mallek's mind. They seemed immune to other trolls' illnesses. Of course they'd be. They're so God damn lucky on this planet. But when he finds they've been sick from the fever equivalent, the trade-off for being immune to the more dangerous of troll illness is being able to get sick from the cold and fever equivalent.

꩜Mallek did as he set out to. He took care of his sick matesprit. They were...couchbound instead of bedbound. They stayed in his respiteblock on that couch near him and his husktops and desk where he worked so he could keep a close eye on them. It was honestly one of the few times he took very consistent breaks just to check up on them, refill their water bottle, or stepping away for a long period of time to make them food that would be easy to keep down (soup, he made them soup). Mspar worried Mallek would catch whatever they have, but Mallek assured them that he "has the immunization jab for this sweeps varient..so vaccine they were guessing. Damn they didn't even think about trolls having those.

꩜When their sickness started easing over the next few days was when he took breaks to check up on them..and then cuddle with them on the couch. His poor snake brain couldn't resist the warmth. Mspar was SUPER glad he couldn't. His coolness felt amazing on their uncomfortably warm skin. You know how cats purr and how when they do its said to have a lot of benefits like reducing stress, lower blood pressure, and just general healing? Yeah. Trolls' purrs can do that too, + it being a way to show someone they love that they feel safe being around them. Which is to say Mallek purred a lot when they were cuddling.

꩜Mallek couldn't cure them right away but it only took about a week and then some for them to finally be completely healthy. They thanked him a bunch for taking care of them, giving his face obnoxious kisses. He laughed and told them no problem. But despite how nonchalant his words sounded, it and his expressions carried so much warmth.

꩜Yeah uh! Who would have thunk that quadmates taking care of their quads was also super intimate for trolls? It's another trust and vulnerability thing to them. Most trolls hearing of other trolls are sick, even if they're friends, typically bow out for a while and wish them luck and start talking and seeing them again when they're better. Seems like an asshole thing to do, but they're trolls, and they don't have the same standards humans do when friends, family, or partner/s are sick. Vulnerability and, by extension, trust are HUGE I can not stress enough, HUGE for trolls. Alternia is a dangerous and unforgiving planet. It's such a hard thing for trolls to ever feel completely safe, to completely trust anyone because of the nature of other trolls and their planet as a whole. So?? To give complete trust in someone you deeply care about and leaving yourself vulnerable, in a position that would leave you susceptible to attacks, like getting sick, that means so utterly much to trolls. It means you feel that you're safe being around them at your most vulnerable with them.

꩜Mallek doesn't get sick very often but when he does..he trusts Mspar SO much to take care of him when he's weak and vulnerable just as he did with them (and of course they do)! >:D

[imagionationstation]

Dona AU Rewrite - New Girl In Town

Leo was knocking before he could chicken out of it.

Normally, he would have thought twice about bothering April when it was so late at night, but he had no idea where his brothers had run off to and Sensei would be mad if he came home without them. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t talk to someone about the excitement bubbling in his chest.

Besides, who better to talk to about humans than the human girl who probably has had tons of friends over the years? It was so obvious!

Also, also, in all the comics and movies and books that he’s ever seen, teens love being awake at all hours. So she’ll probably be happy to have some company! It’s a win-win!

He raps on the window, careful to keep his voice low.

The last thing he wants is to attract her aunt. That’ll be a fun convo.

“April! April?”

The floorboard creaks. He stiffens and ducks back, relieved when a familiar face comes to the window with half-open eyes.

She squints at him, muttering his name.

He can’t really hear her, so he waves, giving her a moment to wake up. She grumbles under her breath, pushing open the window with a sleepy, “…etter be good.”

“Hey.” He smiles sheepishly, suddenly questioning his choices. He clearly woke her up. The way her eyes keep slipping shut tell the whole story. Hoping to be considerate both to her and to keep her aunt asleep, he’s careful to keep his voice low. “I- need to talk.”

“Can I wait ‘til morning?” She rubs her eye.

Leo blames her human upbringing and her current lack of sleep on the fact that she should know he can’t come back come morning, hurriedly blurting, “I met this girl-”

April springs awake in a second, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Tell me everything.”

He had every intention of doing so, but he’s glad that she’s no longer an unwilling audience. She stares at him, fists up, eyes wide, and Leo suddenly realizes that he doesn’t… Actually know that much about Karai. He looks to the sky, embarrassed. “Well, she’s really cool.”

He peeks at her. April nods, quick.

“She’s also- a martial artist.”

April nods harder, bangs moving as she does. He grins.

“And- uh-” Oh! “She’s in the Foot Clan!”

Leo is looking right at her and somehow still does not see the rolled-up magazine coming until it’s smacking him in the face.

Maybe he should of.

“Are you crazy?!”

He probably should of.

Okay, bad topic. “April, she’s different. She’s-”

April has pulled away, leaning on the windowsill. “In The Footclan.”

“Yeah, b-but she’s-”

She gets louder. “In the Footclan.”

This is not going how he pictured it. “Look, I know I shouldn’t be hanging out with her-”

April crosses her arms and rises to her full height. “You got that right! You know why? ‘CAUSE SHE’S IN THE FOOTCLAN!”

Leo winces. Geez, no wonder Donnie wants to be friends with this girl. They’re more alike than he thought.

“April!” He grips the windowsill, fingers digging into the wood. He needs her to understand. Why can’t someone understand? “She’s fun! And I’m tired of being the responsible one! Why can’t I be stupid or selfish? When do I get to have fun?”

April sighs, arms falling to her side, “What does she want from you?”

Leo looks away. “I don’t know. I’m meeting her later at the Birley Building. She’s got something planned.”

April blinks, “So like a date, or-?”

Leo rears back. “No! Just- I don’t know. Maybe she wants to hang-out. Or talk. That’s stuff friends do? Right?”

“Sure, that, or-” Leo looks at her curiously and she snaps, “Maybe she wants push you OFF the Birley Building? It’s a trap, Leo!”

“I don’t think so.” He frowns, voice firm. “There’s good in her. I know there is. I can feel it.”

April stares at him for a moment. Her voice is tainted in disbelief. “I hope you’re right.”

The window slams shut. Leo flinches, turning away.

Well. That did… Not go the way he thought it would.

Karai is waiting for him when he gets there.

He does a loop around the building, scanning for any signs of hidden warriors. She has no Foot legions with her, so it’s not an ambush. If she intends to kill him, she wants to do it herself. But she’s already had the chance to kill him many times. And she hadn’t.

Was it just to get his guard down? Why waste the time and effort?

He groans. He’s going to regret this, isn’t he?

…He’ll probably regret it more if he never solves the mystery.

He lands on the parapet.

“About time.” There’s a smirk in her voice. “I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She turns, a hand on her hip. “But you don’t disappoint.”

He studies her, walking closer. “So… What’s this about?”

He catches the tossed binoculars. “That.”

He turns, brows furrowed, before raising them up to his face. His eyes widen, breathless. “That’s the sword of Miyamoto Usagi.”

She kneels, so he does too, looking between her and the weapon as she speaks. “The greatest swordsman in the history of Japan. It’s ancient. It’s priceless. And it’s yours.”

He blinks at her, startled. She grins. “If. You help me.”

Leo doesn’t like the look in her eyes. He’s seen it in Raph’s before he asks him to do something that they both know Sensei would never allow. “…Do what?”

“You know what.” Leo really hopes he doesn’t. He really, really, really hopes- “We’re going to steal it.”

That is just his luck, isn’t it? He frowns. “No, we’re not.”

Her mood drops. “Come on, that sword is just sitting there collecting dust!” He glances back to it. “You know you deserve that katana.” Adrenaline races at the thought on what it might be like to merely hold it. Must less wield it. “Certainly more than some lazy rich guy.”

Karai stands and Leo stiffens. He keeps his eyes on the blade because that’s safer than revealing how tempting the thought is.

“Stop being responsible, Leo.”

She gets down on a knee, closer, looking to him expectantly. She’s eager for him to follow through. Impatient for him to join her. She wants him to come with her. He doesn’t want to let her down.

He’s always the downer. Always the killjoy. Or the spoilsport.

But… But this isn’t turning down a R-rated movie or tattling when Raph tries to talk Donnie and Mikey into doing some dumb, harmless prank that’ll backlash on all of them. This is stealing. Thievery.

“Stop waiting for people to give you the life you want.”

Leo’s heart races as she inches closer.

“Go out and take it.”

“No.”

Leo closes his eyes and looks away. He can’t. He can’t. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to listen to her or how easy it would be to sneak in and retrieve. How simple it would be to let her lead.

It doesn’t matter that she might be mad at him, and he might lose his only shot at an awesome sparring partner and maybe-friend.

She stands. “I’m getting that sword, Leo. With or without you.”

His heart sinks. He surprised to find himself hesitate.

Okay. So, maybe it does matter. It all matters.

“Choose.”

But at the end of the day, it’s not who he is.

He stands, holding his ground.

“I can’t.”

At the end of the day, he still has to look in the mirror and think about the kind of example that he’s setting for his siblings. Who will they become if he starts opening these doors? Actually crosses this line?

Even if he’s not leader, they’ll follow him.

“It’s wrong.”

And he’s not a villain. It’s not who he is.

“You’re starting to bore me...”

It doesn’t have to be who she is either.

She reaches for her blade. He grabs her hand.

He searches her face. “Karai, you don’t have to do this.”

“I know.” Her grin returns. “That’s what makes it- fun!”

Karai moves, abruptly, kicking and flipping him before he has a chance to process the intent or action. He ends up on his face, shell in air as she plans a foot on his carapace, arm in a really uncomfortable position behind him.

How many times is a human girl going to catch him off guard tonight? Good things his brothers aren’t around to…

“Leo!”

Oh, come on. The universe could have at least set him Mikey!

Or Donnie! He’d even deal with her. Anyone but…

“What- what are you doing?!”

Couldn’t she have at least knocked him out?

“Who’s she?!”

Karai doesn’t say anything. Great. Just great.

“Uhm… Uh…” Leo’s fingers tap the concrete before he awkwardly raises his hand to gesture between them. “Raph, Karai. Karai, Raph.”

Raph gawks, “What are you, friends with her?!”

Yeah, that’s the question, isn’t it?

Leo thinks he’ll take April’s advice next time.

[hihigherdi]

I was hanging out on the deck with Bud last night when I realized I’d forgotten I bought tickets to Sting in relatively small venue in San Francisco that I love called the Masonic, a famous location where musicians love to perform. I paused for a second and wondered if it was weird to go to a concert after my manic posting and weird mood, but I’m cheap as hell and hate to waste anything so I threw a sweater on and hopped in an Uber. And it was fun, I sang and danced - there are a million clips I could have posted on all of golden oldies but I love this one because it shows his talent. I’m fully comfortable going to stuff alone, I actually like it in the event I want to leave early but I was missing my friends not being there who couldn’t make it.

I am hardly ever on Facebook but a lot of people I know are. I ended up writing a post about the election, conservative Christianity (that I was part of for a long time) that is so difficult to know how to address. I was a little scared, they can get angry and defensive despite me spending a lot of time being deliberate about not yelling at anybody. I said they the ads from Harris campaign that Christian women were scared of their husbands was disrespectful. I’m sure that exists but it lets these white woken off the hook - many are very strong and their vote was a fuck you to Woke Culture (though the economy is important too). They have so much power in the country but they are like doctors who self-regulate - they don’t change unless it’s their own idea, so pronouns, anti-racism, BLM - none of it ever had a chance. They don’t accept behavioral boundaries and expectations that they don’t create themselves, so to think they can be influenced from the outside is likely wasted energy. That anti-racism, and-sexism, LGBTQIA rights will only happen on a large scale if they are behaviors they come up with in their own - they don’t accept moral truths from anyone except themselves and get defensive when asked, so I was not applying energy in debate or discussion anymore. I’m an outsider. I’m woke culture the second I ask them to do something, I’m the Evil One. And frankly it’s pretty arrogant that I would think I’m some kind of teacher anyway. There’s tons of things we can do together but I’m parting ways on these areas. It made a couple of people angry and very defensive but I didn’t engage.

I hate that stuff but I do know that for my problematic generation, it’s where important conversations happen and they know my investment in them. I got a lot of DMs, some angry comments that had some good points and a mix of other thought. I’m not indulging the inner Diane drama anymore, buckling up and getting creative on how to move forward. Being a dick to everyone that voted for him kind of feels good in the short-term but I know I’d regret it, it just doesn’t feel right to me personally. Others are in a different place.

Today, I went to acupuncture and damn, it was painful. My body is sore from all of the walking but he did note how much weight I’ve lost, which was nice (he knows I’m working on it).

Now Bud and I are snuggled on the couch under a toasty electric blanket. I fell asleep at 4am this morning, turns out a Diet Coke at 4pm when you’ve hardly had any caffeine is not the best idea. So I’ll sleep well tonight.

Hope you are resting well, grieving where needed and finding some hope in what we can learn from this and what we can do right now to have massive impact. It’s surreal bring back to having to protect Black and Brown women on the street but we are.

[onlythespiesappearhere]

So...

Some of you might already know that I have a huge obsession with mythology. Some of you will already know that in my main blog, I already have a lot of mythology Medic OCs. Today, I am starting to make Mythology Spies OCs soon. And I'll tell you the first French mythology Spies OCs.

These two Spies are actually related. They are half bothers.

The first Spy is a werewolf (his name is Loup) from French mythology, and the second Spy (his name is Louveteau) is based on the Beast of Gévaudan, which I found out is both from French and European mythology.

So BACKSTORY:

It all started with a lady named Benoîte and she was from a rich family. Her family was very strict. But her mother was a nightmare. Her mother would correct everything she did, even the smallest of mistakes.

When Benoîte was growing into an adult. Her mother told her that if she couldn't keep a man while she was pregnant, her mother would consider the baby a monster. When her mother said that, she felt like something went through her. She doesn't know why but it wasn't a good feeling.

She soon met a man who she thought was her true love. A man who shall not be named. The man promised her and her family riches if they got married. The Benoîte family agreed to the man proposal. Soon Benoîte got married to the man, and they soon had a baby boy. While Benoîte was recovering from the pregnancy, the man was secretly stealing the jewelry from her family without her knowing. And he ran away with it. Leaving Benoîte and their child behind.

Benoîte was heartbroken, and her family was disappointed at her. Her and her baby were banished from her family, but they gave her some money. But that was all. She managed to get a small horse in the middle of the woods. One night that was raining harshly with lightning, and she was having a nightmare about what her mother said about considering her baby a monster. But she woke up with a loud sound of lightning, and she slowly stood up when her baby was making noise. But the noise that he was making wasn't normal.

She quickly went to baby crib and screamed in shock. Because her baby boy... was turning into a beast in front of her eyes. She could do nothing but take her baby in her arms and cry for him. Now, the words of her mother weren't just words... But a curse. But that didn't stop her from loving her child. She kept on loving him and taking care of him like he was a normal baby.

A week later, it was night again, and she was trying to put her baby to sleep. But then she heard loud banging outside her door. She was scared who it was, but before she could do anything, the door slammed open. A furry beast came into her house, and she screamed in fear. She tried to pick something to defend herself and her baby. But the werewolf raised her hand and spoke.

"Please! I mean no harm! I'm sorry for breaking your door! But would you let me in if I even knocked?!" Asked the female werewolf. Benoîte slowly calmed down, but she still held her guard up.

"W-Who are you?! WHAT are you?!" Benoîte yelled at the werewolf.

"My name is Neige. And I am a werewolf. I thought that was easy to tell. But that doesn't matter! I came here because I heard a man I used to be had another child." Neige explained to Benoîte.

"What...?" Benoîte asked confusedly.

Neige sighed deeply and spoke again, "When I was in a human form in a day, I used to like to go to bars to drink all day to drown my worries. And that was when I met him."

Neige took out a picture of the man she managed to get and showed Benoîte the picture. Benoîte gasped when she saw the picture. It was the same man who left her and her baby.

"I guess you know him. You see... I was very drunk. He and I... Let's say "did it" together, and I thought nothing about it. But then, I found out that I was pregnant and I tried to find him but I couldn't. It's like he disappeared. But I didn't want to risk the life of my baby. So... I took care of my child all by myself." Neige said in a very sad tone, and she looked at Benoîte.

"But then... I heard rumors that the same man got married but left a woman with her baby all alone. And I wanted to find out who that woman was. And it was you." Neige explained even more, and she showed her baby to Benoîte. Neige baby was very hairy with pointy ears.

Benoîte looked at the baby and looked at Neige.

"How did you manage to find me? And... Why?" Benoîte asked while still holding her own baby.

"I asked around... and I pretend to be close to you. AND! The reason I wanted to find you is because I want us to help each other. And I want our babies to know that they aren't alone. I know all of this is crazy. But I am willing to help you." Neige said.

Benoîte looked like she was thinking really hard, and soon, she sat on her bed still holding her baby. She made a small smile and looked at Neige.

"What's your baby name?" Benoîte asked with a sweet smile.

Neige slowly made a soft smile and said, "His name is Loup. What's your baby name?"

"His name is Louveteau."

(Sorry if this is too long and cringy. But... You know what they say. Be cringe. Be free.)

[iguessitsjustme]

4Minutes Ep 3 Drunk Thoughts

Not gonna lie guys, after episode 2, I took a nap, woke up, realized it’s actually 2025 and not 2011 (weird dreams man), and then took a shower. I am now completely sober and I know the title of this says drunk, but at this point I’m just gonna be sipping on my wine which may or may not make me drunk. I am a lightweight, but also if I drink slow enough I will remain sober. So no idea what’s gonna happen. The only way to find out is to watch. And read what’s under the cut:

Oh wait before I start watching I need to find my airpods. Otherwise the people being noisy outside might be my downfall.

Okay. Sober thoughts for a second? I should probably give a warning on this episode in the tags or something. Anyway. Sober thoughts. I do not think this show is doing the work to properly set up these characters. I kind of hate all of them but more than that, I’m not being given a reason to care about any of them. All of them are introduced but none of them are introduced ya know? Like that woman at the end of episode 2 with Korn? Why should I care at all about the supposed power she seems to hold over him? Especially after he was such a dick to…Ton Kla? Is that his name? Like I don’t know who she is. All I know is that her dad is a shareholder. I don’t give a fuck and I’m not given a reason to give a fuck and that is gonna be a struggle for me in this show I fear. Actually you know what *drinks my wine*

Whoa that’s english. Threw me for a loop for a second.

I do love that Great told Tyme about the…time (heh) thing. Even if it made him look insane.

This is a good look. More of this please and thank

This date (??) is suspiciously cute.

So she IS his grandmother?? I feel confused and lied to in episode 2.

God this soundtrack is gorgeous. And killer. There has not been a single part of this soundtrack I haven’t liked.

Oh baby girl gonna die

This is why you don’t fuck in the same place you keep your highly sensitive documents

Oh no baby boy. Isn’t anyone gonna care how bad he’s hurting? Someone give that boya hug.

Jesu Cristo they be fuckin. Ton Kla can really get it. He be fuckin.

Ass count: 3

Ooooo a new time hath appeared

The question mark here really got me. I am laughin

Me today honestly

I am so completely and entirely shocked the end of the episode. I never saw that coming in the slightest. Oh no Tyme is one of the people opposing Korn. Whatever will Great do. I…care I swear. Mayhaps I am just every so slightly seepy. This wine seems to put me to sleep I think.

[cecilebutcher]

Day 4: Voyage

Azul x gender neutral reader

@azulashengrottospiano you like Azul stuff so I hope you don’t mine me tagging you in this

Azul deserves tons of love, and a fucking break. So he gets tons of love, and a fucking break.

Azul Ashengrotto was a businessman first, teenager later. His past time is spent making sure monstro lounge is in tip top shape. The food had to be the best, the staff had to be amazing, the costumers had to be more that pleased. That with the fact that he had to make sure his grades were mostly A’s of course he had no time for himself.

And while you loved your stupid mere boyfriend. And you knew that the lounge was his pride and joy, so you tended to help around. But that eventually got trying, for you and for your dear lover.

So you seconded that he’s going to take a break whether he wanted to or not.

So your plan was in motion.

First thing fisrt, Getting Azul new clothes and packing his clothes. So we have Jade and Vil to help them pick clothes and a suitcase for Azul since he can’t know about this yet.

Then the twins help you with booking a plane and making sure Azul leaves with you.

At first he thought he was only dropping you off at the airport, but when he realized you were taking him on a surprise trip he was touched, you actually did this for him? He could cry, and if you saw him tear up your lying, that’s not nice love, don’t lie.

The plane ride was, something. At first he was fascinated, then terrified, then he fell asleep until you landed. It was adorable honestly.

When you landed he was so mesmerized and fascinated by everything. Especially when you left the airport and started going on a small walk to wait for the cab Vil set up(thank you Vil). In the Cab he wouldn’t stop asking questions about every single thing ever in your trip. Where were you staying? Where were you going to? How much did this all cost? When will you return?

You just told him to relax and enjoy himself, you had this all figured out, he needn’t worry. And he trusted you, so he won’t ask any questions for the time being.

The hotel was, wow, it was wow. He asked the receptionist a billion questions about the place and looked around while you two walked to your room. Speaking of your room, he inspected it from top to bottom. You had to drag him to sleep that night, he was so busy researching the place and what activities you two could do and the history of it.

The next day you woke him up with breakfast in bed to his utter surprise. It was a simple scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and hot tea. For yourself you orders some pancakes with berries on top. You two ended up sharing your meals with one another.

After that you two went out sight seeing. You took him to museums, parks and a lovely river. To your surprise he had info on all these places so you let him talk your ear off.

The day continued on like that, with you guys enjoying each others company, trying food and spewing out random facts about random thing.

Soon night fall came and you too had to head back to the hotel as you both were tired.

Next day you let him sleep in till noon, which he appreciated. After that you two went to lunch at a sorta fancy place and then saw a play. Later on you took him to a festival and won him a couple of gifts, and he won you some. You rode roller coasters and huge rides. And as romance goes, you rode the Ferris wheel last, watching as the moon and stars shine in the night sky, sighing softly as your beloved boyfriend places his head on your shoulder.

The walk back to the hotel was calming and quiet. You two didn’t say much and just enjoyed having the other around.

The last day came and you two left to see a movie. It was a mystery movie so when you two left you had tons of things to talk about with each other. The was everything lined up so perfectly well. The foreshadowing. The victim and killer’s relationship. It was great! Then he took you to a small cozy cafe and insisted he payed, after all you had payed for everything else(it was Vil, thanks again). You let him pay for that one thing.

And as you two sat down in your small booth, smiling talking and laughing, Azul was happy. So very happy. That he found someone like you, he couldn’t ask for a more perfect lover even if he tried.

This was a challenge to write. But I winged it and got it right so slay.

Anyways likes comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

If you wanna get tagged in future twst contact tell me plz!!

[fand0mfever]

IT'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER'S BIRTHDAY TODAY SO HERE'S A BIRTHDAY FIC FOR THE LOVELY JULIAN DEVORAK

(Photo credit to The Arcana game)

Deciding to wake him up was never easy. He loved his sleep when he could get it, but always avoided it. He was a pro at avoiding sleep, actually...

But at least he never threw a fit when I woke him.

"Julian... I need you to wake up," I whispered as I lightly rubbed his cheek, which had his morning stubble.

"Mmmnph," He grunted, lightly grabbing onto my hand, "Why?"

"I made you breakfast. Even coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Exactly the way you like it."

"Ok, I'll get up in a second," He sighed, and I bent down to lightly kiss his forehead.

Once he was awake, he sat down at the table. There was a decent spread; toast, cinnamon swirl bread, eggs, bacon, even some French toast.

"Wow, this is quite a breakfast! ...What's the occasion?"

"It's March 12th."

"12th..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to think, taking a sip of his coffee.

"...Your birthday, Julian," I gently reminded him.

"Oh! Right! I completely forgot..."

"It's alright... ish. We'll work on it. How about you eat breakfast, and then I can give you your gifts?"

"You... got me gifts?"

"Of course I got you gifts. I have to reward you for got dying and living another year."

"...Alright. I can live with that..."

He seemed to be hesitant to accept gifts, but he soon overcame that when he saw them, after eating.

"True Nevivon bath salts! Where did you get these? I've seen tons of sellers with fake product here! This must be expensive..."

"A new shirt? Oh, it has little birds on it! Oh that's cute! I'm wearing this all day now."

"Are those... new gloves? And genuine leather! You know me so well, my other gloves were starting to flake... thank you."

"...ARE THESE TICKETS TO MY FAVORITE PLAY!?"

And that last one, is when he tackled me to the floor, and peppered kisses along my face. I laughed at his excitement, excited that he was excited.

"Happy birthday Julian!"

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Just watched the episode before tonight's baseball game.

Pete's power makes sense.

What's the point of Carol being a ghost if now she's mentioned but off screen every week?

Black Friday ghosts. I love it. 🤣🤣 And how many of them were killed by STORE ASSOCIATES? 🤨

Carol died recently but the family is going on vacation?

I'm sure Issac and Nigel can have a honeymoon in a vacant room why in Sam and Jay's room? Especially without asking.

So Flower finally got her threesome.

An ok episode. Maybe I'll like it more on second viewing.

I really like Pete's power. He's travel agent that never traveled, so I like his ability and I do like the explanation that he never knew because he heard the older ghosts say that he couldn't so he never tried. -> it makes sense with his character and I like it.

I like Carol becoming a secondary character around for things but not needed to be seen every episode. She can show up it Pete-centric episodes and contribute to his character arc without being in your face all the time - Like Nancy, Steph, Nigel, Jenkins. I want the focus to stay on the main ghosts, so this works as a method to keep her around but not detract from the mains.

I KNOW RIGHT? I was like "that's alot of ghosts" -OMG. That puts that 5% theory in question though because there's a TON of them.

Actually, timeline-wise based on certain indicators and time stamps, we can conclude that it's been over six months. She died on Halloween, we've had winter, and Flower supposedly fell down the well when Ralph got sucked off (Guess we have to ignore the episodes of a week or two after WHC). That night happened to be on Steph's ONE DAY awake per year, therefore, it's been about a year since Steph LAST woke up (which seems to be late April/early May). Therefore, about six months from October to April.

But damn, that means Flower was gone for A YEAR in a well because Thor didn't check the well.

Right? Like seriously? Why would they need Sam/Jay's room and do it while they're going away for the weekend just so they can hide it??? It's like... really? Plus no privacy from the other ghosts.

LOL Flower wins this episode for sure!

I think alot of the reason I like the episodes this season is going in completely unspoiled, so I have no expectations. I like the ghosts' back and forth this episode.

Still annoyed that Trevor - loyal to his bros - would ever suggest lying when it's unnecessary, rather than Alberta 'I was sleeping with him, but she didn't know that, so in a way, I wasn't' had the opposite position of 'don't lie'. It doesn't make sense and it bothers me.

Otherwise, He was cute :) AND he gave him the idea to go see his family :)

[pbandjesse]

My back is hurting me so bad right now. And everything smells bad. Being pregnant is hard! It isn't all bad but I do feel like I'm getting to a point where it's going to keep sucking and only get worse. At least I consistently feel baby now. That's a nice thing. It feels more real every day.

I did not sleep well. I got up a ton to pee and to drink water in my never ending battle against how dry everything feels. Mom ordered me a better humidifier so hopefully that helps after it gets here tomorrow.

I woke up at 9 and didn't feel amazing but I tried to shake that off. I sent James a picture of something to both make them laugh and let them know I was awake but I didn't realize that were laying on the floor at the end of the bed so hearing them laugh so close was a nice surprise.

I went to get dressed and James made the bed. I didn't wear my planned outfit but wore these pants because it's easy to get my injections when I wear them. And I did feel cute.

James offered to make me a nice hash for breakfast. And I hung out on the couch and had that. Sweetp was being super lovey today and that was really nice. He's a good boy.

After breakfast we would head out to go to target. The plan was to look at maternity leggings and a tank top. I am starting to really struggle with bottoms. Even these pants, the waist band hurts after a while. I have some tights I can still wear but the newer ones I got last winter are just a bit to constraining.

So maternity leggings. I didn't want to buy them online so I could try them on and target is the only place I knew to look. We had pretty alright luck.

I would end up with two pairs of flared bottoms yoga pants and one regular width legging. The leggings are just fine but I loved the yoga pants so much I got two they are just super comfortable but also felt really flattering.

I was struggling still to look and think but James was a very good support. We went to look at tank tops next. These are actually basically sports bras. I had planned on getting two of them but I decided to just get one for now. I got a size larger then I normally would because being squeezed at all is uncomfortable for me. But this seemed fine and if I like it I will get a second later on.

We would look at the oreos and each chose a pack. I got mega stuffed. James got toffee. And after going to the body wash section and smelling all of them I got one I can use as bubble bath that I'm pretty pleased with.

We waited in line with a baby in front of us who was learning to wave. It was very sweet. James keeps saying how excited they are for baby and it's still hard for me but I get more excited when a baby smiles at me.

We went home after that. And we would have a few hours until we had to go to my rhumatologist appointment. James would go for a bike ride. Though it was to wet and foggy for anything intense. They just wanted to stretch.

And while they were gone I did my nails and put away my new leggings. I would also wake Crabcake up to rinse him in warm water and give him some food. He ate all the lettuce and some of the pico I put in there. It was nice to see him. I can't wait until he's awake more often, I miss him!

As I was putting more water in the fish tank I heard James outside. They were helping a delivery driver who's phone wouldn't connect to data. They both came inside to use our wifi for a minute. I thought it was very kind of James to do that.

We had some time still. James made lunch. I had some Oreos. And laid in bed so my phone could charge. And around 220 we would head back out.

It wasn't the worst or best appointment. I got the medical assistant that I don't like all that much. She didn't ask me any of the questions and barely talked to me. The blood pressure cuff hurt and my blood pressure was slightly elevated. But I think it was because of me being uncomfortable.

The injections also really hurt today. I think I'm just slightly sensitive today but still. It wasnt my most favorite time.

I finished up though and made my next appointment for January. The receptionist is always super sweet to me and asked me all about baby and that was really nice.

And then I met James down at the car. They had gotten us some groceries. And made dinner plans with the Fulwilers. We would leave our house around 530.

So we could go home first. Which was nice. I was able to charge my phone and rest my back for a little. Being in the car seems to make it hurt worse. But so does sitting and then standing or standing and then bending. Things are just becoming really tough.

We left again though. Back out into the world. And it would be nice to see the Fulwilers. Anne and Tucker got some work done on the house because they are going to be selling in the next few months. And they both looked healthy. Charlotte would come too and she told us all about how bad her students are (affectionate tone) right before break starts.

They ordered pizza. Had a bit to much stuff on it for me but I dissected them and they were fine. I wasn't that hungry anyway.

I was enjoying the company. Talking about Christmas plans and everything. It was nice. I was feeling alright. Though my back was hurting worse and worse as the evening rolled on.

I could barely enjoy when Anne brought out military photos of her father and Charlotte putting on his winter formal blues. I was just hanging out, crouched in the living room, because sitting and standing had become to much.

But James recognized I was struggling. And after offering Charlotte a ride home (she declined, gotta get those steps in), we headed home.

We just got back now. And I'm going to take a shower and try a heating pad. We're going to watch call the midwife and just spend some time together. It will be nice.

And tomorrow it's back to work. I have an event in the evening. And I'm hoping to have energy for some studio stuff. I just hope it's a good day.

For you too! I love you all! Goodnight!!

[artificialqueens]

Waking Up in Vegas (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Athena2

Summary: Anetra wakes up in Vegas married to a beautiful stranger, and they try to piece together what happened the night before.

A/N: I’m so happy to finish this one, especially because I have a ton of works in progress at the moment. Thank you so much to Writ for encouraging me to do this, and for your amazing beta skills. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!!!

Anetra wakes to something tickling her nose, and a blinding light shining in her face. She forces her eyes open and realizes the light is the sun, which is pouring through the window. Her head throbs like someone is hammering nails into it. Her chin is sore too, for some reason. She gently works along it and meets what she’s sure is a bruise on the right. She’s still dressed, even down to her boots. But no phone, and the only card on her is for the casino arcade.

What the hell happened?

As she keeps blinking and her senses slowly restore themselves, she makes the first discovery: there’s a woman in the hotel bed with her. She’s beautiful, from the side of her face that Anetra can see—even with mascara smeared under her eye—with thick brown waves tumbling over the pillow. That must have been what was tickling Anetra’s nose.

Red blackjack chips are scattered over the bed like rose petals, and a stuffed elephant sits at the foot of it. More confusion, and the glaring sun is doing nothing to help her focus. She’s almost positive she had closed the curtain in her room before she went out last night. Come to think of it, she’s almost positive her room wasn’t this high up, either; she can glimpse blue sky and the roofs of other hotels from her position. The second discovery occurs to her: this isn’t her room. It must be the sleeping woman’s.

Only after slowly removing her arm from the woman’s waist does she make the third discovery: a gold wedding band on her left hand, which certainly wasn’t there the day before.

She went back to Vegas and woke up married.

Anetra sits up and swears.

—-

Her head races with questions, her heart speeding along with them. Anetra danced in a club here for three years before she left, and has seen her share of chaos, from bachelor parties to fights. She used to stay away from all that mess—she showed up, did her job, kept her head down. Now she’s on the other side, and it’s like she fell over the wrong side of a fence, into a yard of dangerous dogs.

Despite seeing couples that got married in the chapel here, she doesn’t know much about how the process works. How legit is this? Loosey runs the chapel, and she has a marriage license, so it must be legit. But maybe she just has a ring on for the hell of it, and no actual wedding took place. The woman’s left hand is under her pillow, so maybe her ring finger is bare, and this isn’t what it looks like.

But if it is what it looks like, what does she do? Can this woman sue her or something? Does she need a lawyer for this? Maybe Anetra should just run away, pretend the whole thing never happened, and the woman will do the same.

She’s just planning to run for it when the woman stirs, and Anetra freezes. The woman rises from the pillow with a groan, and turns around when she must sense Anetra there. Her eyes are a bright hazel, and they distract Anetra for a second.

“Who the hell are you?” The woman demands.

“I’m—“

“What did you do? Did you drug me or something?” She stumbles out of the bed and grabs the first thing she sees, which is the alarm clock. As she raises it, Anetra finally sees a matching ring on her finger. So this really did happen, then.

Anetra holds her hands up in surrender. “No! I would never do that, I swear,” she says firmly. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

The woman calms down a little—she puts the clock back, at least. “Sorry. I have to be…more careful about things than most people.”

Anetra’s eyes go to the elephant, pink with blue and white polka dots. She vaguely remembers the woman picking that one because of the trans flag.

“I’m sorry,” Anetra says. “Sorry you have to…deal with that. But I wouldn’t do anything like that. I promise.”

“I trust you.” The woman nods, smoothing out her rumpled purple dress. “Okay, what do you remember? Anything at all.”

“I’m Anetra. I used to work here, so I came to stay and visit my friends for a few days.” She pauses, trying to break through the fog and headache. “I know I was at the poker table last night, and I’m pretty sure you were there.”

“I was there, I remember you.” Her eyes flicker up to Anetra’s, probably to her scar. “I remember your eyes. They were really prett—um, brown. I’m Sasha, by the way. I’m here for the week.”

Anetra nods.

“And then you asked me to get a drink,” Sasha continues, trying to gloss over her slip about Anetra’s eyes.

“Right. And then we got the drink, and then sometime after that we must have won at blackjack”—she points to the chips strewn across the bed—“gone to the arcade”—she points at the stuffed elephant—“got in a fight?”—she gently prods her chin—“and then got married and came to your room.”

Sasha nods along with it all, but stops when Anetra mentions the room. “Except this isn’t my room.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks weakly.

“Yes, I’m sure! Look out the window, we’re a mile in the air! This definitely isn’t mine.”

“Because you don’t like heights,” Anetra says. She’s not sure where it’s coming from, but it feels right. “I think you told me last night.”

“I think I did too.” Sasha smiles, but it quickly fades. “But if this isn’t my room, and it’s not your room, then whose is it?”

Anetra runs a hand over her face. “Shit, do you think we broke into someone’s room?”

“Oh my god, now I’m a criminal. I wasn’t a criminal until I married you!”

“I don’t even know you!” Anetra shoots back.

Sasha takes a deep breath and straightens up. Even with her wrinkled clothes and messy hair, something about her makes Anetra snap to attention, ready to listen. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I still have my room key. Let’s go there, eat something, take a fucking bottle of Tylenol, and go to the bar and see if anyone there knows anything. Try to retrace our steps.”

“That’s…a good idea.”

“I usually have good ideas.” She grins. “We’ll see how last night ranks after we investigate.”

Anetra smiles too, and she can’t help but feel that she picked a pretty good person to drunkenly marry.

—-

“Does the elevator have to be glass?” Sasha mumbles as they step inside. The walls of the elevator are clear glass all around, so you can see the glittering casino floor below, as golden and bright as the sun. Sasha stands backward, facing the door of the elevator.

Anetra steps in front of her. She wants to help, make this mess a little easier, but she isn’t sure how. “Uh, we can talk if you want. Then you don’t have to look down or think about it.”

Sasha’s eyes rise to meet hers. Anetra usually shies away from eye contact, and lets her gaze drift a little—to the curve of Sasha’s shoulder, the crease of a pillow on her cheek—before hesitantly returning to her eyes, taking in the hints of gold like treasure coins. Looking into those eyes, she wants to know about Sasha, wants to re-experience what drew them together that night.

“You said you worked here?” Sasha asks finally.

“Yeah, for three years. I danced in one of the clubs. It was good, I liked it, but after that long without much of a break I think I just…burned out.” The late nights and lack of sleep and body aches just piled up, until even the Tylenol she bought in bulk didn’t help much. On top of the meaner, more demanding clients, it just became too much. Eventually she couldn’t do it anymore, and even if it hurt to leave her friends, it was what she had to do.

“That makes sense.” Sasha nods. “And what do you do now? Sorry if you told me last night, I don’t remember.”

Anetra grins. “I don’t remember either, if I did. But I’m a mechanic.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s totally different from what I did, but it lets me work with my hands and have some quiet. I still dance a lot, though.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,“ Sasha says, genuine in a way Anetra doesn’t hear much.

“What do you do? Anetra asks.

“I work in fashion, in LA.”

“Yeah, I believe that.” Sasha could be a model if she wanted. Anetra can barely keep her eyes off her.

Sasha grins, and by the time the elevator dings, she’s calm. “Thank you,” she whispers on her way out the door.

“Of course.”

—-

After an hour, two Tylenol each, enough late afternoon breakfast for four people, and some time in the bathroom, Anetra emerges from Sasha’s room feeling like a human again. She’s still in her jeans and leather jacket, but Sasha loaned her a T-shirt after they reached for the hot sauce for their hash browns at the same time, and Anetra spilled it on her tank top.

They stride across the red-and-gold checkered carpet, past rows and rows of gleaming slot machines. Anetra doesn’t miss the long hours, doesn’t miss the pain and never-ending fatigue and sleazy customers. But she does miss how alive the place feels, in the middle of the day or in the middle of the night. The clinking of poker chips, the ringing of the slot machines, the spinning of the roulette wheel. A symphony of life unfolding beneath all the glitter, an energy bursting through the air.

It’s hard not to feel good with Sasha at her side. Like she was meant to be there, her stride in time with Anetra’s as they reach the bar where Salina works.

Salina waves frantically, and sighs in relief when they sit down. “Oh my god, I’m glad you’re alive. I was so worried.”

“Do you know something about last night?” Anetra asks. “Because Sasha and I don’t really remember anything.”

Salina nods. “I know part of it. You told me you were on a date so I gave you that new drink we were trying, but Amethyst made it wrong and loaded the damn thing with twice the tequila it should have had. It was basically blackout juice. That’s probably why you don’t remember much.”

Anetra turns to Sasha. “Well, that explains most of it.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That’s the last time I try a new drink.”

Anetra grins and turns back to Salina. “Do you know where we went from here?”

“The arcade,” Salina answers. “You wanted to win her a prize on that stupid punching game you always played to try and make girls notice how strong you are.”

“You didn’t need to share all those details, but thanks,” Anetra mumbles, while Sasha hides a laugh behind her hand. Her laugh is so warm and rich that Anetra almost doesn’t mind that it’s at her expense.

“Of course—wait a minute.” Salina’s eyes finally go to the ring on Anetra’s finger, and her neck nearly snaps as she turns to search for the same on Sasha’s. “What is this? What happened? Anetra! Your first time back here and you get married to some beautiful stranger?”

“Later,” Anetra says. “We’re on a mission right now.” She leads Sasha to the arcade, both of them laughing as Salina’s yelling echoes down the hall.

The arcade covers nearly an entire floor of the casino, with air hockey tables and racing games and claw machines and any other game you can think of, glowing and waiting for play.

Tucked into the corner, away from people and not as flashy as the others, is Anetra’s game of choice: a simple black stall with a punching bag the size of a boxing glove hanging from the top.

“I’ve never played one of these. How does it work?”

“Well, they’re rigged, but here’s how you do it. You want to hit the center of the bag, and you want to push through. In taekwondo, you’re supposed to imagine hitting something past the target, so your hit lands with all the force.”

“Can you show me?” Sasha asks, a hint of a smile on her face.

Anetra doesn’t even dare to breathe as she presses her chest to Sasha’s back, her hair once again tickling Anetra’s nose. She gently rests her hand under Sasha’s wrist. Her skin is soft and smooth, and Anetra can’t help but wonder if they had held hands last night, lost somewhere in the drunken memories.

“Okay. Bring your fist up to your shoulder height. Bend your elbow. Take a step with your left foot, and then carry your right one over with you when you punch.”

Sasha nods.

“We’ll do the first one together. One, two, three…” It’s hard to do with two people, but Anetra guides Sasha’s fist to the bag with a satisfying smack. Sasha races to reset herself and quickly throws the last two punches on her own, and Anetra pretends she’s just admiring Sasha’s form, rather than the curves of her arms or the way her hair whips around.

“Holy shit! That was fun!” Sasha breaks into the biggest grin Anetra’s seen from her, her tongue sticking out quickly, and it makes her heart skip a beat.

“And it’s useful. If you ever need to throw a punch, just do it the same way.”

“Good to know.” Sasha looks up shyly. “Can I watch you do it by yourself? You must be really good if you got enough points to win me an elephant. I don’t think I got enough to even win a whistle.”

“You’re in the sticker territory,” Anetra teases. “I’ll show you.” She shakes out her shoulders, trying to get rid of the nerves from a sudden audience—an audience of an extremely beautiful woman who happens by one small detail to be her wife.

Anetra squares up, centers herself, and delivers three quick punches, each one making the machine ring with the jackpot score. Sasha claps and cheers, and heat burns through Anetra. She could stay here all day, but there’s more to their investigation.

—-

Anetra lays her hands on the green velvet of Jax’s blackjack table. Sasha had suggested coming here next, figuring that after winning at the arcade, they probably felt lucky and decided to try their luck at blackjack.

“Yeah, you played a few rounds around ten last night,” Jax confirms. “With this woman who I’m assuming was your date?” They look at Sasha in question.

“Sasha,” Sasha introduces herself.

Jax nods. “Right. Well, you got twenty-one in the second round. Then you won two more times in a row, and I was wondering if I needed to get suspicious. Then Amethyst brought you more drinks because you liked them the first time.”

“Shit, I can’t believe we had more of that,” Sasha says, rolling her eyes and exchanging a hesitant smile with Anetra.

“Anetra drank half and then spilled the rest on the guy next to her,” Jax finishes.

“Did he punch me?” Anetra asks, pointing to her bruise.

“What? No. He was annoyed, but he was pretty drunk too.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you sound like you wanted to get punched?” Jax asks, then moves on. “No, you said you were gonna throw up and grabbed your chips and ran.”

“Oh,” Anetra says again, her vision of a thrilling fight at the blackjack table torn from her mind.

“So, did you throw up?” Jax asks with a little too much interest.

“Don’t remember. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Jax, saving the conversation from any further mentions of throwing up.

“Nope.”

Anetra sighs, but turns to Sasha hopefully. “Our mission continues.”

Sasha grins. “Yes it does, Agent Anetra.”

“I like that,” Anetra says quietly, heat clinging to her cheeks. In her black leather jacket, with Sasha in a gold dress that flows around her when she walks, they make great partners in crime, runaway agents in a spy movie.

“Can your mission continue away from my blackjack table?” Jax demands, and they run.

—–

Anetra leads Sasha through the gold slot machines, past rows of people pressing buttons and hoping for a jackpot. The machines are different in each section, with different themes and prize levels, but Anetra doesn’t think they’ll reveal much.

“Maybe we—”

“Anetra?” A voice calls. “Get over here.”

Anetra looks up to see Luxx, looking at her frantically. Luxx and Mistress run one of the more popular clubs in the casino, a glittering hideaway of its own little world, replacing the sound of gambling with music and dancing across a disco-lit floor. It was just as popular for its club scene as it was for its hidden inside diner, accessed through a mirrored hallway. Anetra spent almost every night there after her shows, eating and gratefully accepting the bags of ice Luxx brought for her knees, in exchange for listening to Luxx ramble about work.

Anetra and Sasha cross the casino hallway into the club, which is just getting ready for tonight. Normal lights are on, revealing plain tables stained from various drinks and sticky floors, all the night’s glamor and intrigue missing.

“I have your shit,” Luxx says, dumping a mini-backpack with a phone, credit card, roulette chips, and a room key into Anetra’s hands.

Her phone is dead, and of no help, but just having it makes Anetra feel normal again, like some of the world is returning to normalcy. “How do you have all this stuff?”

“Because you came here to dance and eat chicken tenders after playing roulette, and you left all that as payment. You disappeared before I could give it back.”

“Oh.” Anetra sheepishly slings the bag on her back. “I was pretty drunk.”

“Oh, I know. I don’t really even know your date’s name, it was just a bunch of s sounds.”

Sasha groans and rubs a hand over her face. “I’m Sasha.”

Luxx nods. “Good to officially meet you.”

“Did we do anything important while we were here?” Anetra asks.

“Oh, definitely.” Luxx breaks into a huge, possibly evil grin. “You two danced for a while. It was super hot, not gonna lie. Felt like a damn music video. Sasha whipped her hair around so fast I almost got whiplash…” They trail off, then regain their thought. “Then you went to the diner part. You ate chicken tenders and stared at each other like starving puppies. You talked for like two hours. I’ve never seen you so far gone for someone, Netra. Sasha even wiped hot sauce off your cheek at one point.”

Anetra tears her eyes away from Sasha. She doesn’t know if the embarrassment is from how hard she fell for Sasha, in love and ready to marry her after a few drinks and a few hours in her presence, or if it’s from not being able to remember any of it. She wishes she knew what they talked about, how much of themselves they had shared last night. She wants to know all of Sasha’s favorite things, what her life is like, what music she listens to. She wants all of those pieces, and after last night, she’s probably missed out on her chance. Playing secret agent in a casino has been fun, but after things are settled, they’ll probably both go their separate ways. Why on earth would Sasha stay in contact with some stranger she drunkenly married? Did any of what they felt last night really mean anything, especially if they don’t remember? Probably not, and any pieces of Sasha that Anetra had last night have slipped through her hands.

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Luxx. She looks oddly wistful, almost like she was lost in thought too.

Luxx’s eyes light up brighter than the disco ball on the dance floor. “Well, that’s the best part. You didn’t let me get to it.” They pause, drawing it out as long as possible, until Anetra huffs. “You must have fallen deep over those chicken tenders, because you went to Loosey’s chapel.”

It makes Anetra’s heart skip a beat. This is it, then. The end is in sight. They’ll go to the chapel, see if Loosey can tell them anything besides you were drunk and got married, and then it’s done.

“I guess we’re heading to the chapel,” Sasha says softly.

“Yeah.”

—-

“You were drunk and got married,” Loosey says, her no-nonsense tone at odds with the sparkly pink walls of the chapel. The baby blue pews somehow look menacing, their empty seats staring at Anetra. “That’s about all I can tell you. Oh, I did bring you to a room.” She nods at Anetra. “You didn’t have your room key, and I wasn’t about to search your wife—Sasha, I think?—for hers. I thought it was easier to bring you to an empty one. I basically carried both of you, so you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” Anetra says, and she means it. She wishes she didn’t act like a drunk idiot, but things could have gone worse if Loosey didn’t get them somewhere safe.

“I do have a phone that one of you left here. And a credit card with Sasha’s name on it.”

“The phone is mine too,” Sasha says, taking both from Loosey. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Loosey pauses, biting her lip, then turning to them earnestly. “I can tell you—I’ve done a lot of these weddings. Most of them are disasters and I know they won’t last ten minutes. But you two. I don’t know. You looked right together. You looked like you meant the vows and the kiss.” She shrugs a second later. “But you were drunk, what the hell do I know? Maybe I’m just in a less cynical mood today.”

With that, she directs them out of the chapel and into the casino hall, where the shouts and yells and rings crash into them.

“Can I show you something?” Anetra asks. She doesn’t want things to end yet, doesn’t want to have the conversation they need to have.

Sasha nods, and Anetra leads her down to the fourth floor service elevator. For all the glitter and gold and glamor, this was always her favorite spot in the casino. It’s only a cramped bench near the elevator, but it overlaps just enough with the fifth-floor aquarium that you can look up and see the bottom of the glass tank that the turtles swim around in.

“I love this.” Sasha’s eyes shine in awe, and it makes Anetra want to marry her all over again.

“No one knows about this spot except the workers. I used to come here when I wanted a little quiet.”

Sasha sighs. “I guess we solved our mystery of last night.”

“The only thing we didn’t figure out is how I got this bruise.” Anetra presses it while she thinks.

But Sasha has a hesitant smile on her face. “Oh, um, I remember what happened. I didn’t want to tell you, because I figured you were picturing some big heroic fight.”

“I wasn’t,” Anetra insists weakly, though her head still plays the scene of her punching the guy who fought her after she spilled her drink, or defending Sasha from a jealous blackjack player, or even an epic battle where she single-handedly took down a bunch of pit bosses who were watching their wins too closely.

“Sure.” Sasha’s smile is too knowing. “Anyway, when you were leaving the blackjack table, you stumbled and walked into a pillar. Kind of anti-climactic, I know.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Maybe some other secret agents were after us, and we had to flee across the casino, and I took them down with nothing but my fists and some blackjack chips.”

Sasha’s smile widens. “Maybe that is what happened. But I helped you take them down too.”

“You absolutely did.”

They slip into silence, and Anetra could stay like this all day. Sasha at her side, the turtles passing overhead. The day wouldn’t have to end. They wouldn’t have to decide what to do about these rings. She wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Sasha and wonder what could have been if they just had a normal night.

Sasha finally speaks. “So, I think I’ve decided whether this was a good idea or a bad one.”

“Worst idea of your life, I’m guessing?”

Sasha laughs. “Oh, this was nowhere near the worst idea of my life. No, this was—somewhere in the middle. And I might not remember last night, but today was actually really fun.” The joking tone is gone, and she looks at Anetra like she means it.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I—I like hanging out with you. I like you.” Sasha tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, looking up at Anetra hesitantly.

“I like you too,” Anetra says. If today was a date of sorts, it’s one of the best she’s ever had. She loves Sasha’s laugh, and how well she bounces off what Anetra says. She loves her hair and her eyes and the way she sticks her tongue out when she’s excited. “I wish I remembered kissing you,” Anetra says before she can stop herself. “You deserve better than some drunk wedding kiss.”

“You deserve better too,” Sasha breathes, and then she’s leaning in. Anetra’s heart leaps when Sasha’s lips meet hers, soft and warm and sweet. It’s the kiss they should have had last night, the kiss they deserve to have, with Sasha’s arms on her back and Anetra’s hands resting on Sasha’s waist, feeling her warmth and having it grow in her own chest. Anetra doesn’t want to let go, because she knows this is their farewell kiss, but she forces herself to.

Anetra takes her hands off Sasha’s sides and steels herself. Maybe if she starts the goodbye, it won’t hurt so bad. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. “So, I guess we—”

“I’m really hungry,” Sasha cuts her off. “Are you hungry? I think we should go to dinner and have a real date. One we can remember.” She stands up, offering her hand to Anetra, the wedding ring glinting in the light.

“Do you…are you sure?” Anetra just blinks at her, worried that Sasha will disappear if she looks away, or will change her mind.

“I’m sure.” She takes a breath. “Look, we can worry about these rings and that marriage certificate after. I just know that I like you, and I want to spend this week with you before we do that.”

“I’d love that.” Anetra slips her hand into Sasha’s, and lets Sasha lead her into the casino.