#they had flannel. and pants that were black on one side and black-and-white striped on the other. and banana socks.

[smile-files]

pretty person on the subway incident 6 dead 23 injured

[forthelostones]

night out ─── ⋆

°:. *₊ ° . fem!reader x mullet!abby °:. *₊ ° .

warnings. 18+ (mdni), nsfw; sub!abby, modern au, fingering (a receiving), and slight jealousy.

synopsis: abby is headed out for a small get-together but you want to make sure you stay on her mind all night.

an: hi everyone! thanks for all your likes and follows i really appreciate the support. i want to start writing more abby, she's just a cutie.

wc: 858

you were getting ready for bed while abby was headed to go out. after brushing your teeth and getting settled under your warm sheets, you take peeks at abby as she runs product through her short sunny hair. you pretend to finger through the pages of the book you’re currently "reading". you watch her muscles contort as she raises her hands above her head to get the perfect strands. 

she told you she was going to this party weeks ago with some colleagues for work, to celebrate a coworker's birthday. naturally, you were jealous that she had gotten all dressed up to go sing happy birthday to some woman you knew nothing about. you hated the fact that other people could even look at her. she was in charge of bringing the gift that everyone paid for to the restaurant. you peered over at the stupid gift bag as she snaked her belt through the loops on her nice chino slacks. why’d she have to wear her best pants? 

“how’s your book?” she smirks, knowing you weren’t reading at all. 

“fine.” 

you say dryly, trying to not let your pout overcome your entire face. 

“whadda’ya think. which jacket?” she asked.

she was holding up two different jackets, a black and grey flannel jacket, and a black bomber. you just point lazily, not actually choosing one. flannel it is, she mumbled.

you close your book and watch her slip the jacket over her plain white tee. her hair was damp from the shower you both took together, and she was more focused on getting clean than the kisses you planted on her bare back. and every time your hands would trail to her ass, she just stayed focused on scrubbing — her obliviousness drove you crazy. you couldn't take your eyes off of her, she looked so fucking good and smelled even better from her sweet & warm perfume.

“ah, shit.” she spat as she looked at her phone, checking the time. 

she rushed back into your shared closet and pulled out her favorite boots. she ran over and slowly leaned down to give you a kiss. even though she was in a rush she didn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into your mouth as she wrapped her hand behind your neck, pulling you in deeper. she played a game of dominance with your tongue, nearly choking you as she pushed you farther into the mattress. her hand slides from your nape to your throat, gently cupping each side. her lips travel downwards to press into your sensitive skin. without warning, she pulls away, leaving you a disheveled mess. 

“okay, i will see you later tonight.” she says as she begins to walk away. but you intercept her by grabbing her wrist and flashing those soft eyes of yours. 

“have fun.” you smile. 

she leans down for one more kiss as your hands trail up her stomach. you press your lips into her sweetly scented skin, which makes her shiver. you lift her shirt up more, and the next kiss is followed by your wet tongue, licking a stripe down to her naval. your hands don’t hesitate to unbuckle her belt and peer up at her desperate eyes. 

“baby, i have to go.” she groaned, stifling her moans. 

you ignore her, slipping your hand into her black, lace panties. 

“and who were you wearing these for?” 

“y-you,” she stutters and you hold her trembling pussy. “for when I came back, o-of course.” 

your hands smooth over the silky part of the panties, pressing against her clit. she looks down at you, waiting anxiously for your to take her over the edge. 

“well, i’ll just wait.” you say dragging your hand away. 

she pleads, and pushes your hand into her underwear. she drops her pants to her ankles, and you couldn’t believe how slutty she looked right now, desperate for you, not even upset that you’re making her even more late. 

you brush against her clit and her large hands came down onto both your shoulders for stability. you take your index finger and gently flick her swollen nub like a guitar string. abby never liked giving up control, but in this moment, she couldn’t help but melt into you. 

she kisses your forehead gently just before you force your fingers inside of her dripping hole. she squeals obnoxiously at your digits curving inside of her. “fuck me, please fuck me.” she whispered in your ear, lips wet with spit as they wrapped around your earlobe.

you press your thumb against her clit and she huffs in between moaning your name, overcome by the pressure hitting all her most sensitive spots. 

“abby.” you groan. 

“yes… yes baby?” 

“i can’t let you cum, you know that.” 

“wh— shit.” she sighs as she tries to stifle her orgasm from taking over her body. 

but she’s not good at hiding it, because suddenly she becomes suspiciously quiet in an attempt to focus. her muscles start to cramp and shake, her grip forms bruises in your skin, and she tosses her head back. suddenly, you just pull your fingers out of her pussy, leaving a mess in those beautiful lace underwear. her face scrunches up at the lack of relief. 

“go. i’ll see you when you get back.” 

[ellieloves2read]

tell me about you ocs 🔫 (if you want to)

:0!!!!!!!! OKAY SO i got a few of em but right now im thinking about two old dnd characters of mine so youre getting the lore on those!

(ID: a page of busts of a tiefling with fluffy black hair, backwards-pointing horns, long eyelashes, sideburns, and a lip scar. his expressions, top to bottom and left to right, are: serious, amused, laughing, angry (and looking as if he’s losing a fight), confident, annoyed, shouting, terrified, shocked, smiling warmly, and uncomfortable. end ID.)

first we have (drumroll) sylver, aka the guy who’s been my tumblr icon literally the whole time ive been here. sylver was originally a concept for a dnd version of sylv from dq11, and then i watched the entire potc series in one week. also he’s trans :]

sylver was an indentured servant on a merchant ship that was then attacked by pirates. the pirates kept sylver as a poorly-treated cabin boy. about a year later, he challenged the captain to a duel for his freedom, which. Did Not Go Well. at all. he stayed on the ship for a few years after that, until eventually he jumped off the ship in the middle of a storm. surprisingly, he survived and got picked up by a pair of bards. he traveled with them for a while (mostly as security. my boy cant carry a tune). however, he was still deeply messed up from his experiences aboard the pirate ship and had a desire for revenge, so he started traveling around and honing his skills until he could beat the captain in a duel.

(ID: four colored drawings of a tiefling with dark grey skin, short white hair, forward-pointing ramlike horns, and round glasses with red lenses. in the first drawing, theyre wearing a red bandana with a white buttoned shirt, which has been tied at the bottom. they have their hands in their pockets. in the second drawing, theyre wearing an orange blazer, a black binder, and red and black striped pants. their arms are spread out to the sides. in the third drawing, theyre wearing a yellow bandana and a red flannel jacket. theyre sitting at a table and are leaning their hand against one hand. in the fourth drawing, their wearing a red vest, a white shirt and bow, and yellow-tinted glasses. thsyre sitting with their hands resting on the table in front of them. end ID.)

second, we have (drumroll) jack! originally a oneshot character, jack is a bard who started as marius from les mis if marius stayed in the “empty chairs” number instead of getting married at the end. as with sylver, jack’s aesthetic and personality was influenced by a film i watched while making them; in this case, moulin rouge.

jack was a spy for a group of rebels in their hometown. they were very good at their job and thought victory was assured, until the rebellion was swiftly and brutally ended in one night. yikes. jack survived and escaped, but has since become extremely jaded. they make a living off of their fiddle and skilled storytelling.

bonus drawing of both of them together, because i recently opened my eyes to the idea of them interacting and i have not known peace since

(ID: a pencil sketch of sylver and jack sitting at a bar. jack is leaning against it with their elbows propping them up, and they are loosely holding a cigarette in one hand. they're wearing a frilly white shirt with long sleeves and black pants. sylver is leaning forward against the bar and is holding a beer glass close. he is wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. there are a variety of glasses and champagne flutes on the bar. both sylver and jack are looking towards the camera, sylver looking tired and jack looking annoyed. end ID.)

[calyxthenerd]

the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color

“I gotta say, when I found out Marinette was gonna be swamped with a project, I was kinda nervous about going to Pride with her friends when she wasn’t there, but you guys are awesome!” Aurore admitted, twirling around in her white sundress, the lesbian flag tied around her back flowing with the movement

“It’s chill, I almost didn’t come because Mari wasn’t coming either, and then Nino got sick, Marc and Nathaniel holed themselves inside because it’s too sensorially heavy for them, Sabrina and Chloe are in the New York Pride right now, Mylene and Ivan are all the way in the front, leading the protest side of things, you must know where Mireille is better than I do” she smirks “Kim broke his leg last week and Max is with him, since both their parents are busy and he needs help getting around, Felix took Adrien and Kagami to London for Pride because apparently “it’s the best place to experience their first one” so it’s just us, but we’ll have fun anyways!” Alya replied, checking the Bi hearts she got done in the booth behind them and smiling at her “I put the bi in bad bitch” shirt she got on Etsy, she also had on some jeans and sneakers, with a flannel around her waist

“We should split up! I want to see how many hot dogs I can eat in ten minutes!” Alix exclaimed, they had on some regular sneakers and basketball shorts, they also had on a shirt that said “don’t hit on or misgender me unless you want to get decked” and in the bottom, in smaller letters “and not in a kinky way” and a backwards cap with a clock pattern in the aro flag colors, with a nonbinary pin and a they/them pin on it, all commissioned from Marinette

“It would be best to divide ourselves in groups, based on what we’re interested in seeing today” Luka chimed in, he decided to take some notes from his dad’s fashion sense and wear bell bottom leather pants and a jacket, both with a fade of the bi flag colors and lots of sparkles, he had nothing on underneath the jacket, he settled with combat boots for shoes

“Yeah, I really want to check out the artist booths, i promised Nath and Marc that I’d stop by later with something for them, and I want to get some stuff for myself too” Zoe added, she had a black shirt with “I’m pan, I’m autistic and I like to draw, just like our lord and savior Rapunzel” in white, with a picture of Disney’s Rapunzel on the bottom, a white flowy skirt and a jean jacket with the pan flag stitched on the back

“I agree with what Lulu said” Juleka mumbled, she and Rose decided to go in cosplay, because they thought it would be fun, so she tied her hair in space buns and put on a large dress with long sleeves and a black vest with grey stripes and strapped several throwing knifes to her body, no one but Rose and Luka knows where they are

“Yeah!! I really want to see Jagged play later!” Rose had on a pink crop top with long, puff sleeves, and some frills in a darker shade of pink on the collar, and pink Turkish trousers, she also put on a long brown wig in a braid, and some brown contacts

“We’re gonna see it on the best seats anyways, since we have both his kids with us right now” Alix smirked

“Okay, back on the main topic, who wants to do what?” Alya piped in

“I’m taking Jules and Rose to the artist booths, Zoe can come with us?” The older boy looks at her, she nods, grabbing on to his offered arm “so you don’t get swept a way from the crowd” he said and her cheeks flush slightly as the girls start giggling and whispering to themselves, they then head out for their destination

“Cool, now that that’s settled, I’m gonna go record Alix making themself sick by eating so much” the bespectacled girl stated, dragging her pink haired friend away

“I’m gonna go up to the front to interview the activists up there” Aurore says, to no one in particular, since the rest of the group had already left, before setting off

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“Who thinks I can’t eat 30 hot dogs in ten minutes?” Alix hollers, everyone in the immediate vicinity of the hot dog stand, who’s owner happened to be their cousin, that’s the only reason there were 30 hot dogs for them to eat, turns their head, Alya standing off to the side, recording it all

“I bet you can’t!” a teenager in the background challenges, and as the crowd parted, it was revealed to be Kim, on rainbow crutches and an Uranic flag hoodie with basketball shorts, Max sitting on his shoulder, wearing a matching hoodie and an ace bandana around his neck, paired with jeans, reading Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

“Kim-man! You’re here!” Alix runs and almost jumps on him before Max whistles, making them stop, yeah, he pavloved his jocks into stopping when they were about to do something so stupid he couldn’t get them out of the following mess

“‘Lix, he’s got a broken leg, he doesn’t need you to mess with his balance” the young genius chastises

“But you’re sitting on his shoulder?” they frown

“He literally begged me to, and it’s the easiest way to sit down and read a book while keeping an eye on him and not losing him in a crowd, you can get your hot dogs to go and climb on the other one and we can find a better place for it, Alya, I assume you’ll be coming too?” he explained

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world, we could swing by the Luxembourg Garden to shoot it?” Alya wondered aloud

“Alya, we’re just finding a spot that isn’t crowded and shooting it there” Alix said, having already gotten her hotdogs and climbed on Kim’s other shoulder, and they walked off, with Alya scrambling to follow as she filmed

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“Look Kaka, those earrings are so pretty!!!” Rose tugs her girlfriend along to a stand selling jewelry

“Yes, they’re really pretty, blossom” she follows along

“So Zoe, what kind of thing of art do you like doing?” Luka asks

“I- uhm- I like spray painting, doodling in my sneakers and in the corners of textbooks, but my main thing is acting and play writing, I went to Broadway with my dad every time there was a show on, back in New York” she rambles, flustered, trying not to oggle at his chest

“I bet you look really pretty onsta-“

“Hey look, it’s a whore and a bisexual who doesn’t want to recognize it!” someone yells, from a group that was passing by them, but unfortunately for them, Rose heard it, and she turned on her heels, zeroing on the guy who said it

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” She narrowed her eyes

“I said, he’s a whore and she’s a bisexual who doesn’t want to admit it, you bimbo” and that’s when Juleka, who was unsheathing one of the, very much real, knives she was carrying, pounced, slashing the guy’s arm with a snarl, after that, it dissolved into chaos, making even Aurore, who was interviewing an activist nearby, turn around and try to stop it

That’s how Alya, together with a very joyful Anarka Couffaine wound up at the police station to pick up the five teens, as Alix got a stomachache from all the hotdogs and Kim and Max had to take her home, Juleka had one of her space buns on her forehead and the other on top of her ear, nursing a few scratches and a bruise in her collarbone, in addition to the bruised knuckles all of them had, Zoe had black eye and a split lip, Luka had some bruises on his ribs, peaking out from under his jacket, Rose had a green looking bruise on her cheekbone, her wig was half falling off and her top was almost torn down the middle, only being held by a thread

And that’s the story of the first time this weird group got arrested together (but definitely not the last) and how Zoe and Luka got together in a holding cell while they were waiting for someone to pick them up, and that became a love story for the ages

[uni-artsssy]

Modern Reader x Avengers pt 2

Parings: none

Warning: none

A/N: um, I’m really hyped to be writing this actually. I needed a break from my other story but I’m still going to continue it. But anyways enjoy!!

Part 1

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The constant honking and shouting cause me to awake. I slowly open my eyes to find myself in my bed. Snuggled under the blanket. I rubbed my eye as I slowly rose up to rest against the bed headboard. Still, the honking and shouting didn’t stop. Feeling irritated by the noise, I groggily stand up from my bed and walk over to the window. Pulling the curtains back, I'm bolted wide awake as I take in the scene in front of me. The once quiet and vacant roads that lived outside of my house were now full and noisy. Every single inch of the road was filled with red cars and blue cars, white ones and black ones. Buses, bikers, and yellow taxis. On the other side of the road are buildings. Ones that were not there before. I lived in a quiet neighborhood, this seemed like the exact opposite. Having too many cars and too many shops/store buildings made this whole thing look like a busy city. I pick up my phone to check the time.

7:32am.

Oh no.

I almost forgot about school! First period starts at 8:05am, I need to get there fast.

I dash to my closet to put on a black tank top with some tan cargo pants and a red and black flannel to cover my bare arms. Rushing to the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, I slip on my shoes and grab my backpack. Making sure to grab my fanta was well. Hastily skipping down the stairs, I walk through the living room, seeing my mother in the kitchen talking on the phone.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hey. Shouldn’t you be gone off to school already? Your brother already left.” she questioned.

“That’s what I’m doing right now.” We both chuckle as I head out the front door. Not ready to actually take in the scene around me.

I found myself running pushing between randos on the sidewalk. The walks were filled with folks. Where did all these people come from anyways? Wait. Now that I’m actually outside, I’m actually starting to realize that this isn’t my small town in Maine. The people are mean, I keep apologizing to people for accidentally bumping into them on these narrow streets. The buildings are huge. Some have giant TV screens on them displaying ads while some just have regular posters. And in the distance I can see a giant tower that looked like it was designed to be twisted on one side, while the side facing me had huge letters placed at the top saying… Stark? Wait a minute… that sign looks really familiar….

Is that the STARK TOWER??? Am I in… New York?

My mind’s too occupied with thinking of a reasonable explanation for this, so much so that I didn’t realize I had wandered into the massive streets. Nearly getting dozed by a city bus. Good thing it had stopped before it could. After shouting sorry to the honking bus and cars behind it I ran back onto the sidewalks, running in the direction of the tower. I have to see this for myself. I run past one of those windows that display tv’s set to the news channels. Hearing the words “Iron Man” made me back track my steps. Did I hear that right?

The tvs showed the red and yellow iron suit flying in the air blasting his opps. I stared in disbelief. I could hear people in the background scurry away from the window, I looked away to see what they were running from.

Ruble from a collapsing building was falling my way. By this time, I hadn’t had time to move out of the way fast enough. All I could do was cover my face with my hands and pray for the best outcome.

Expecting to feel the pressure of the weight of the rubble, I peek an eye open when I felt nothing. Standing over me a man dressed in blue with red and white stripes, holding up a circular disc to the sky. Blocking the rubble from falling on me. I quickly stand up, dusting my hands and knees off. The man turned towards me to ask “Are you okay?”

I look to the man that saved me to see the face of… Captain America? I stand there in awe. My mouth opens and closes like a fish,

“Y-You’re Captain America.” I finally speak out.

“And you need to get to safety.” He says as he turns to face the opposite direction.

The debris that crashed onto the ground was now in the air, covered in a red, mystic glow.

“I can take her.” I can recognize that accent from anywhere.

“Come on.” she waves a hand to me signalling me to follow.

This can’t be real. Can it? Of course not. I was just in Maine a second ago and now I’m in the most busy city in the US.

“Are you in shock?” Wanda asks.

“Huh? N-no. I’m...fine.” she gathers me and a bunch of other civilians on the street, she shouts for us to go as she uses her magic to create a barrier stretching from one side of the road to the other.

Run all the way down the street, dodging the abandoned cars and other people fleeing the current battle. Running till my legs gave out, I stopped at a restaurant. The moment I step inside everyone looks at me. The tv’s that were held on the walls were set to the same news channel showing the Avengers fight. Everyone’s attention went back to the tvs. I take a seat at the table next to the window and take a sip of my now flat fanta drink. Man, I should have brought my chips. I reach back over to my back pack to grab my phone from the zipped pocket. The screen turned on and the big,white numbers read 8:06am. At this point, I’m not even worried about school.(I don’t even have one to go to anyways). I go to google, quickly typing in ‘The avenegrs’, not caring about spelling(google knows what I’m trying to say.) Expecting to get movie summaries about the films, wiki fan pages of each and every member of the Avengers cast and news about the actors who played them, the page was filled with articles about their interviews and all the success stories of the team. But everything was presented as if it were real. As a fact. Never once did I see the word ‘actors’ or ‘actress’, and the names Robert Downy Jr, Scarlette Johanson, Sebastian Stan. None. I actually searched those specific names up and the only one that showed was Sebs.(Forgot he’s canon in the MCU) But even then, when it showed the movies he was in it didn’t show any of the ones that were a part of the MCU. As if the MCU didn’t exist.

Okay this is real. This is happening. None of this is played by actors and heavy use of CGI. They’re the real thing.

And I can’t miss the opportunity to meet them in real life.

“The Avengers saved the city once again!”

The news anchor on the tv cheerfully announced. I whip my head up from my phone to look outside the window. More police and ambulances drove to close off the roads and help any one that got hurt. Shoving my drink back into the side pocket on my backpack and gripping my phone tightly in my hand, I dash out the door.

Apologizing to the people I shoved through on the street, I look at my phone again.

“Hey, hey google? What is the address to Stark Tower?”

“200 Park Avenue”

“Okay.” I ran off to my destination. “Hey google? What are the directions to 200 Park Ave?”

I stood in front of the glass entrance. Of the Stark tower.

Am I really about to just walk right up in there? Yes, yes I am. Will I probably get kicked out for having absolutely no business being there? Most likely yeah.

I step closer to the glass doors. I awkwardly reached my hands out to grab the handles only to realize there weren’t any as the doors slid open on their own. Electric doors, of course. I can see people hastily pace around the lobby area in different directions. Suits all in different shades of grays, some in stand out colors like purple and red. Heels clicking and slapping against shiny, tiled flooring. The conversations of everyone talking slurred together into one huge murmur. But the high pitched ‘Hellos’ of the receptionists ladies are the only clear words before just becoming a high pitched murmur within the crowd.

Wow.

Two more men in suits walked in the door, I realized I was in the way so I walked further in. Being a young person here garnered some looks from the older people but I didn’t really care at first. Maybe because I was a bit more focused on the interior of this place. Taking a full 360 I land back in my original position, looking straight ahead I see a lady and a man speaking with a security guard.

Then, they point directly at me.

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[sebstanseabass]

Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 17

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

One of the advantages of being a photographer — or a self-taught photographer in your case — is having the ability to acquire an eidetic memory. You remembered the hat that the little bitch (a four-year old) was wearing when she pushed you off the swings in daycare, or the little stain on your father's doctor's lab coat when your family had to rush him to the hospital, or what Peter was wearing the day you guys first met (some oversized flannel he borrowed from Bucky), or the look on your ex-boyfriend's face when you punched him in the face for cheating on you.

The attention to every pretty little detail is, and always will be, a must, and so not remembering where you had seen Bucky before killed you, or rather, was killing you.

It was a normal morning, well, better than your normal mornings to say the least, with Bucky spending the night in your bed. This time, you woke up first, all wrapped in nothing but sheets and Bucky's arms just like yesterday. You rolled over to his side and admired him in his sleep. Then, sudden flashes of Bucky's face from before flooded your memory. You didn't know when exactly was before. It felt like a kind of a deja vu moment.

While eating Bucky's homemade breakfast, in your mind, you listed all the possible places where you could've seen him before: a café, a bar you once went to in college, a bookstore, a museum, a convivial gathering, a convenience store, and any other places you could've bumped into him.

The morning grew unusually quiet and clouded, eliciting concern from Bucky.

"You seem awfully quiet this morning." He observed. "Are you alright, doll?"

"Y-yes, I am."

"Uh-oh, was the sex not great last night?" He joked, nudging his elbow against yours.

You shook your head, trying to smile a little. Thankful that Bucky was trying to keep everything light. "No, no, it was great. You were great. It's just... I'm just quite anxious for today."

Today, you were going to Sam's office and to his store on Fifth Street, to discuss the details about the project. It wasn't what you had in your mind this morning but as you told Bucky about it, you realized you really were getting a bit nervous about the meeting. It was a big deal, after all.

Sam's business, The Falcons, was getting more recognition than you thought. He was now in near competition with Nike and Adidas, especially with the rumors of him releasing brand-new footwear, that could — and you quote one of the articles you read while on break — “overthrow the big leagues.” That alone, already put you in the spotlight. So, whatever you put out there should only be a success, and not a flop; because if it were a failure, you wouldn't only be humiliating yourself, but Bucky as well.

"You're gonna do great!" He assured you. "Plus, it's just a meeting. You two already seem to have a grasp on the project, anyway."

"Yeah." You sighed. "You're right."

You wanted to ask Bucky if you had ever, ever, met each other before — perhaps during a party where you’ve rescued Peter before? — but you bit your tongue to stop yourself. You already did when you met, anyway. And everything was going great between the two of you — whatever the hell this was; besides, labels are overrated nowadays — and you didn't want to say anything or do anything that could potentially ruin it. You were beyond happy in your little bubble, and you could tell Bucky was, too.

You brushed all those thoughts at the back of your mind as you and Bucky strolled through Sam's building's hallways, ironically telling yourself it was all just in your head, that you were just quite edgy about this damn meeting, that you were just thinking about Bucky all the damn time; and the more you told these things to yourself, the more you believed it, and the more you hoped you would never have these thoughts again.

Today, you wore something a bit different than what you usually wore down at the bar. A blazer and pants set, adorned with black and white stripes, a tube top inside, and a white belt that kept the blazer on your sides. You got the set when you and Bucky were out shopping on Monday, of course, Bucky paid for it no matter how many times you refused. Your hair was let down, all the ends flowing down your shoulders until the bottom of your breasts. Lips painted bright red (which Bucky really, really liked). A bit of shimmer on your eyelids as well.

Today was a huge deal and you wanted to look your best.

Bucky kept his hand on the small of your back the whole time you walked, giving a sense of comfort and familiarity you now learned to be fond of. He told the story of how he met Sam (at a bar, where else?), how he had seen him grow in the industry (all the ups and downs), and also how they've always supported each other — the three of them.

"Wait, the three of you?" You asked. "There's another one?"

Bucky almost wanted to stop in his tracks but decided against it. He avoided your gaze, his eyes straight down the hallway. "Yes, but we've fallen apart." He said. "He has his own thing now. Anyway, let's not talk about it. We have more important things to deal with today."

Before you could even ask what the name of this third friend was, Sam appeared at the end of the hallway, with his arms wide open, like a king opening his arms to his heir. Bucky, without leaving your side, proceeded to hug Sam only using his free arm, "Hey, man," he said, and retreated back afterwards.

On the other hand, you shook Sam's hand and gave him a smile.

"Hi, Sam." You greeted. "Nice to see you again."

"You too... y/n." Sam replied, hiding a smirk you knew he was itching to show, hiding the fact that he wanted to mock Bucky by calling you "babydoll."

"You guys made it in time." He said. "Come with me to the conference hall."

Sam led you to his right where a white long table stood in the middle with a bunch of vacant office chairs around. A projector sat on the center of the table, a series of displays of sports apparel lying around, perfectly organized by color. A blonde woman had her back on you, flipping papers on a clipboard. Once she heard you come in, she swiveled around and put the clipboard on the table.

"Y/n, this is Sharon Carter, my assistant and the project manager assigned for this new release." Sam spoke. "She knows everything there is to know about how my business works, all the ins and outs. And if in any case I won't be around, you can always rely on her."

"Hi, nice to meet you." You said.

Sharon Carter, instead of answering verbally, just offered you a smile and a small nod. Her gaze shifted towards Bucky, and then Sam. "Mr. Wilson, does he need to be here?"

"Always a pleasure to see you, Sharon." Bucky chuckled.

Sharon ignored him and continued to talk to Sam; well, tried to. "All the details in today's meeting are confidential and he — "

"He's good, Sharon." Sam cut her off. "I doubt he'll be interested in this, anyway. He's just here for his... doll." Sam chortled and Bucky winked and clicked his tongue in response. "Besides, he's the one who introduced me to y/n."

Sharon sighed in defeat and tried to smile at her boss. "Very well then."

"Please, take a seat." Sam offered, leading you towards the vacant chairs.

While walking towards the chairs, Bucky bent over on your side and whispered: "Don't worry, she's usually like that" which gave you relief.

"Good," you whispered back, "for a moment there, I thought she hated my guts."

"To be fair, she usually hates everyone's guts. Especially mine." Then, he placed a small kiss on your temple before pulling out a chair for you. "You'll do great, doll."

"Alright," Sharon started, glaring at Bucky, "shall we begin?"

The meeting lasted longer than you had liked it to be, and for a little while, it suddenly became an understanding of the difference between working with small, independent businesses and big businesses such as Sam's. Usually, you had a lot of artistic upper hand when it came to the small ones, seeing as they were still starting — and it was also where your college degree came in handy. You would talk to them about advertising, and marketing strategies through product photography. And that was that. But Sam's business already had something to start with.

Something already big.

In the middle of the presentation, Bucky reached for your hand under the table (which took you by surprise), hooking his pinky into yours.

"Just hold my pinky like this if this is too overwhelming for you." He whispered.

"Why the pinky?"

He just shrugged in response, a smile playing on his lips.

Sharon walked you all the way through it, careful not to miss any kind of detail, small or big: from the moment the business started (Sam working in retail, then reselling clothes, then making streetwear designs of his own until he landed on sporting apparels), and to what made the business grow what it is right now.

"Inclusivity." She continued, clicking on the next slide, "This is what The Falcons is going to be all about. Plus-size workout clothes, a huge array of colors suited for every skin tone — literally any color you can think of. We also have workout clothes and streetwear in one which means new designs and new materials. And of course, the new footwear. Bringing the light in speed, bringing new comfort, a new aesthetic, footwear for all. Again, inclusivity. Right in front of you," she pointed to all the sports apparel lying on the table, "are the new designs. We just received the first batch yesterday and we're expecting the second and last one hopefully this weekend just in time for the photoshoots any day next week."

"Me and the marketing team haven't actually discussed the photoshoot details, but they've had that with Sharon, seeing as she's the project head. All I have to do is approve it," Sam said, looking at you, "with you here, of course."

You nodded in agreement, then looked at Sharon. "Will we discuss, perhaps, half of it today?"

"Oh, I can discuss all of it." Sharon smugly replied. "I have a very promising proposal right here." She clicked the next slide, showing photos of various known models. "Let's start with the models. The new faces of the Falcons — "

"Hi, sorry. Can I weigh in on this one?" You interrupted as you scanned the faces of the models in front.

"I haven't finished yet."

You looked at Sam, who had his finger on his chin (assessing the situation), pleading with him with your eyes. "Go ahead, y/n." He said, nodding.

"Thank you, Sam." You replied then went back to the screen. "If I'm not mistaken, that's Kendall Jenner."

"Yes, it is."

"That's not exactly a new face." You argued. "And isn't she already an ambassador for Adidas?"

"It is a new face of The Falcons." She answered. "And she's actually ending her contract with Adidas. Something about breach of contract or some sort that I cannot legally discuss with outsiders."

"Where are the plus-size models?" You asked.

"I was actually getting to it." She clicked the next slide.

"Ashley Graham?"

"Yes, her. She's the perfect candidate."

You bit your lip, leaning forward on the table and unhooking your pinky with Bucky's. "Look, all of these models are gorgeous and handsome and good models but they're faces you see every single day on billboards — "

"Exactly. They're faces you see every single day." She repeated. "That means that these faces sell. And that's what we want for this release."

"I thought what you wanted was inclusivity." You frowned. "We should get people who are real athletes and models from different races, colors, and sizes. Real people, not these people you see every day on your phone or everywhere you go. These models are overrated, anyways." You faced Sam, who was listening intently. "Let's not get faces but stories instead. I believe that's what will separate The Falcons from these huge brands. It's a new release, right? Might as well make everything new."

Your words hung in the air, rendering the whole conference room quiet. Until Sharon broke it off. "Business doesn't work that way. I went to business school. I know how the system works."

You chuckled. "I majored in business and finance. Trust me, I know everything there is to know about business, not just you."

She was dumbfounded but tried to hide it, anyway. "But this is my proposal. You don't have a say on who we should get. You don't work for The Falcons."

"I know." You sighed. "But I'm working with you, and I have a say in this as much as you do." You glanced at Sam who was deep in thought. "But of course, Sam will always have the last say."

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. With your eyes straight ahead, you grabbed Bucky's hand and hooked your pinky with his.

"Sharon," Sam started, "that was an excellent presentation and I humbly appreciate it but y/n does have a point. I wouldn't want these people representing The Falcons. I want people like me, people with stories to tell. Inclusivity isn't a marketing strategy, or a statement. It's what I believe in. And you," he swiveled his chair in your direction, "made a good case out of it."

You broke out in a smile, glancing at Bucky who also did the same. He now intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand three times.

"Sharon, find new models and athletes and have their profiles by next week. Let's think of it like... Kind of like a casting call." Sam said, standing up. "Now, let's dismiss this meeting 'cause I am starving."

-

"You have got to get a new assistant, Sam." Bucky groaned as you got inside Bucky's limo. You had lunch at some fancy restaurant in Manhattan before Sam showed you around the main store down Fifth Street.

You laughed, greeting Howard who gave you a smile through the rearview mirror. "She's the best assistant I could ever get."

"Please." Bucky said. "You could have better. She's just, ugh, I don't know, what's the word for someone who thinks she's better than everyone else in the room? Who hates practically everyone but goes to great, great lengths just to kiss your ass — "

"Alright, alright!" Sam cut him off, laughing. "I get it, man. But y'know I can't afford to lose her. It took me months to get a loyal and honest assistant."

"Ugh, fine."

"You just want her out because you're protecting your little babydoll."

"Jesus, Sam." Bucky said. "Stop calling her that."

"Yeah, stop calling me that." You frowned, leaning on Bucky's side and wrapping your hand around his muscular arm. "Only he gets to call me that."

"You guys make me sick." Sam joked.

You turned towards Bucky who had the end of his eyes, crinkled, and nose, scrunched. "Hey," you said, grabbing his attention, "did you get a text from Parker last night?"

His expression became relaxed, and looked at you. "Yes, actually. Something about a kid named Schmidt."

You chuckled. "Yeah, he's kind of a bully. Remind me to beat his ass when he comes to the bar. You won't miss him. He's got way too much gel in his hair, and too much of a know-it-all, kind of like, Ross Geller."

"Oh, I'd like to watch you beat someone up." Sam nodded, smirking. "You know what, I'd pay you to punch Parker."

"Oh come on, Sam." Bucky laughed.

"Nah, I'm kidding. I love that little kid. Speaking of Peter," Sam cleared his throat, "what are you guys gonna do when he gets back?"

You and Bucky fell silent, hooking your pinky with his once more. "We, uh," you glanced at Bucky who had his eyes on his shoes, "we haven't talked about it yet. But we will tell him, that's for sure. Right, James?"

His eyes shot up to yours, then at Sam. "Yes, yes, of course. I mean it's Peter. Of course, we'll tell him. Just not right away."

"What do you mean not right away?" You frowned.

"Well, we can't flat out tell the guy we're dating the moment he comes back. I don't want him to have a heart attack." Then, he bent down a little, leveling his mouth on your ear. "We are dating, right?"

"Well, we haven't talked about it and we're certainly not talking about it in front of Sam." You replied, glancing at Sam who was just staring at the both of you.

"We're here, Mr. Barnes." The partition pulled open, revealing Howard's voice. The three of you got out of the limo, the bar right just right in front. Before we even got to enter the bar, Sam tapped your shoulder and called out to Bucky.

"Do you mind if I borrow your girl for a moment? I'll just have to discuss something work-related."

Bucky turned around and glanced at the both of us. "Yes, sure." He pecked you on the lips then turned around to enter the bar.

"This is actually about Bucky." Sam said.

"Oh." You said. "Okay. What about Bucky?"

"I have to say, I haven't seen him that happy."

"Uh, isn't that supposed to be a good thing?"

"It is, it is! And I'm glad he has you."

"But?"

He sighed. "But just be careful with him. Look, y/n, he's a good guy and all; we're practically brothers... But he's a child. I've known him since we were teenagers. He's almost forty and not once has he had a serious relationship."

"What are you trying to say, Sam?"

"You've only known him for, what, a couple of weeks? Don't you think this is going a little too fast?"

"I like Bucky." You replied. "I genuinely do and what we do or how we do is honestly none of your business. It doesn't matter how long I've known him. I appreciate you looking out for Bucky, but Bucky's an adult. We're all adults here. We can handle ourselves."

"Just promise me one thing."

"Sure."

"Don't hurt my friend." He said. "He may act like this rich bitch just parading around town, getting by with his manly looks and shit, but he's a child. He doesn't know what he wants. If you hurt him, you'll also end up hurting yourself. So, be careful, alright? Think this through, and talk with him."

Silence.

"Promise me, y/n."

You nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good. Now let's head in there, I need a drink."

"Wait, Sam." You said, making Sam stop in his tracks. "Do you think Bucky likes me as much as I do?"

"I can't say for sure." Sam replied before walking inside.

You leaned your back against the brick wall, hitting the back of your head. You closed your eyes, letting all your thoughts rush in.

Still feeling a little bit light-headed, you went inside (which was still empty except for Nat, Sam, and Bucky) and as soon as Nat's eyes landed on your figure, she whistled. "Oh wow, Mrs. Fancypants!"

You chuckled, removing your blazer, revealing the tight black tube top as it was getting a bit hot. "Shut up, Nat."

"Woah, somebody call the fire department 'cause it's getting hoooot in here!" Nat continued then tilted her head towards Bucky. "Hey big guy, if you're not gonna hit that, I will."

You rolled your eyes, chucking the blazer to her face. You turned to Bucky who was sitting in the usual booth with Sam. "She said the same thing to me about you."

"Don't expose me like that, y/n. Not. Cool."

You giggled, sliding in the booth and greeting Bucky with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, you."

"Hey, doll." He smiled, placing his hand on your thigh and pulling you closer. "We were just talking about you."

You glanced at Sam, who was smiling at you. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Don't worry, it's all good. And, y/n... That thing we talked about earlier."

"What about it?" You asked.

"We're good." He answered. "And to answer that last question, he does."

You beamed. "Really? He does?" You asked, as if Bucky wasn't even in the room.

"Yes, he really does."

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Bucky asked out of curiosity.

You glanced at Sam, smiling, "Oh, just this model I want for the shoot," and then you looked back at Bucky, "I was kind of having doubts for a hot minute over there about him, but, everything's fine. Everything's good."

"Good." He kissed your temple softly, making your heart flutter. "It should be."

[auspicious-lilana]

The Second Wielder

Summary: After spending 6 years of being in love with her best friend, Ben Tennyson. Jenny had finally won his heart and were happily dating. Right when they thought they were living their best lives, Gwen and Kevin go off to college, leaving the two omnitrix wielders on their own with a new partner, Rook Blonko. Watch as the trio save the universe countless more times together and tackle the hurdles tossed towards their way.

Part 1

-> The More Things That Change Pt.1

An explosion erupts from somewhere in the forest, fire everywhere on the ground. Four arms was fighting as he got punched by a black alien, glowing orange lines scattered across the body with no face.

Malware.

Malware jumped into the air and went to throw a punch at the red alien, but four arms dodged, making his fist hit the ground instead.

He then placed both his hands onto the ground as strange black mixed orange burst out from the ground, heading towards Four arms. One of the rocks bursts out from below him, slamming into his chest as he was thrown into the air and into some trees.

Four arms stood up, the trees in front of him exploded by a red laser as Malware walked towards him. He then blasted another from the circle on the center of his “face” at Four Arms, but he jumped up to avoid it, falling to the floor afterward.

“All right, fine. I wanted to do this the easy way but the hard way is okay, too.” Four Arms said, standing up from the ground as he punched his fist. He then ran up to a tree, ripped it out of the ground and held it in his hands like a bat. Malware ran closer to him as he jumped into the air towards him.

“Fore! Arms.” Four Arms chuckled at his little joke he made and swinged the tree at Malware. But it didn’t go as planned as the tree went straight through his stomach.

“This is the great Ben Tennyson, bearer of one of the Omnitrixes, savior of the Univ--” Before Malware could finish his sentence, Four Arms swung the head of the tree at Malware, successfully hitting him into more trees.

Malware then laid against a tree as Four Arms walked up to him, “And don’t you forget it, buddy. You think you’re the only Galvanic Mechamorph we’ve ever dealt with? Pfft. It’s gonna take a lot more to surprise me.”

“Indeed.” The Galvanic alien suddenly spoke, surprising Four Arms, and placed his hand on top of the Omnitrix’s faceplate on Four Arm’s shoulder as the faceplate started glowing a neon green color. Four Arms groans, falling to the ground by the Galvanic alien holding him down and pressing onto the faceplate until it stopped glowing green.

Malware lets Four Arms fall to the floor as loud beeping was heard from the faceplate. Once the beeping is finished, Four Arm’s whole body automatically glows green as his body shrunk down into a small human body. There, on the ground, was a human boy with brown hair, green eyes and wore a black-striped, white shirt with short sleeves, military green cargo pants with side pockets and black and white sneakers with black stripes.

There was something on his wrist, it looked very big wristwatch, primarily black and grey in color with a grey or black dial in the middle, like a watch face, which has a green hourglass shape; The Omnitrix. Ben gasps, noticing he was human and groans.

“Aw, man!”

He then repeatedly presses the faceplate of the Omnitrix in order to turn into another alien, but it was powered down.

“Any last pithy quips or clever observations before I destroy you, Ben Tennyson?” The Galvanic alien threatened, towering over the eleven years old.

“Yeah, if you don’t want to regret ever living, I suggest you leave my best friend alone, Malware!” An angry young feminine voice shouts.

Realizing who it was, Ben and Malware looked at the source of the voice and saw a young girl, who looked around eleven. She had short straight brown hair and fierce violet eyes. She wore a black and white flannel over a black tank top with a pair of shorts and sneakers. There was also a watch on her left wrist that’s similar to Ben’s, but this one has a purple hourglass shape; The second Omnitrix.

“Ah, Jennifer Jane.The bearer of the second Omnitirx.” Malware said. “Finally, I was wondering where you were hiding.”

Jennifer glared as the corner of her mouth lifted as she held up her left arm, switched around the alien selector on the Omnitrix, then slammed her palm onto the faceplate. A purple light illuminates from the watch as her body glowed neon purple, transforming into a big black alien with a feminine body, one neon purple eye on its face, had two long cord-like plugs hung from the back of it’s head and the fingers were like plugs as well.

“Yes! Feedback!” Jenny exclaimed in her distorted voice.

“Hey, don’t take all the action, Jen!” Ben exclaimed as his watch beeped and turned green, ready to be used again. He slammed his hand onto the faceplate, a green light illuminating from the Omnitrix as he turned into a male version of Feedback.

They stood side by side as Malware charged at them and threw a punch at them. But Jenny caught it with her hand and Ben kicked him away. Then they stabbed their plug fingers into the Galvanic alien and he screamed in pain.

Their plug antennas stabbed into his hand, electricity sparked from him as the Duo sucked in the electricity. With the enough energy they took from Malware, they took out their plugs, charged up the energy and blasted a large ray of electricity at Malware, blasting him far away from them.

The Duo high fives in victory and Ben shouts,

“He shoots, he scores!” He jumped into the air and made a basketball shooting pose. Beeping was then heard from the two as green illuminated from Ben and purple illuminated from Jenny, transforming back into their human forms. When he transformed back to normal, Ben had jumped into the air and his eyes widened.”ah!” He yelped, falling onto his butt, but then used his arms to propel himself back onto his feet as Jenny giggled. “Yeah! You better run! Oww.” Ben shouts, pointing a finger at where Malware went, but then groans and rubs his butt with his hands as Jenny had a smile as she sighed.

“Dork.”

| FIVE YEARS LATER |

“Yeah, you better run!” A sixteen year old boy shouts with a smirk on his face. The boy had brown hair and green eyes and wore a black shirt that has a green stripe in the middle with a white 10 and green stripes on the sides of his shirt.

He wore brown cargo pants with pockets at the knees and green and white shoes. The Omnitrix is now a wrist watch. It’s faceplate is now square instead of round and has a white and green color stripes forming an outline for the hourglass of the intergalactic peace symbol. Ben Tennyson.

A sixteen year old girl with long brown hair and violet eyes wore a similar shirt, only it was a long sleeved, but with purple instead of green, light blue jean shorts with pockets and purple and white sneakers. The Omnitrix was similar to Ben’s but with purple instead of green, it still functioned the same way as the other Omnitrix, with the faceplate sliding back and the Omnitrix’s core to reveal. Jennifer Jane.

It was a dark night in the city of Bellwood. The Duo, along with Ben’s cousin; Gwen and Kevin were chasing after Zombozo. He had just robbed a brain bank and took a glass container filled with water and a brain- to the disgust of Jenny.

He jumped from one building to another as the team followed him. A pink orb was casted in Gwen’s hands as she threw magical pink orbs at Zombozo. But the zombie clown dodged each one then jumped off the building and crashed into the next window of a building as Gwen created a bridge to the broken window as they rushed towards Zombozo as Gwen threw another orb at the Zombie clown, causing him to accidentally throw the glass container in the air.

“I got it!” Kevin shouts out, running up to catch the container in his arms. Once he caught it, he slid on the ground and knocked Zombozo off his feet.

“Really, Zombozo? What kind of sicko steals from a brain bank?” Gwen questioned, raising a brow as Jenny cringed at the sight of the brain.

“Why does Bellwood even have a brain bank?” Kevin asked, standing up from the ground and held the glass container in one hand.

“That’s what I thought too! Why even keep brains locked up in a vault?.” Jenny agreed.

The team was distracted for a few moments and Zombozo took this opportunity. He outstretched his arm to grab the container and stood up on his feet.

“Thank you, my boy. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”

He then ran to the window and jumped out, boasting himself by the awning hanging above the building’s entrance and jumping into the street. An incoming truck honks as it curves, then stops in front of the Zombie clown.

Zombozo then took off as Ben and Jenny jumped out of the window, using the awning too and jumped into the air.

“Come on, give us something good!” Ben exclaimed as they slammed their palms onto their Omnitrixes, green and purple illuminated from the watches as they transformed into a new alien with a magnet-like body, Lodestar. Jenny’s alien form was more feminine than Ben’s.

“Not what I was going for, but I could work with this.” Ben spoke in a gruff static voice.

Kevin then jumped out of the window and landed on top of the truck. He placed his hands onto the surface as his whole body turned to steal.

“On it!” Kevin shouted as he jumped towards the Duo. The Duo’s magnetic hands glowed as they used the magnetic force to boast Kevin. Kevin jumped onto Ben’s hand as he threw him towards the zombie clown. Flying towards him, he grabbed onto him and knocked him out.

The zombie clown gasped when he noticed he dropped the glass container.

“My brain! I’m losing my mind!” He stood up and went to grab it but Kevin jumped at him again and brought him to the ground. Zombozo kicks him off of him, twirling on his hand then jumping onto his feet.

He went towards the glass container once more, but Gwen threw a pink magic orb at him, knocking him away. He stood up onto his feet, outstretched his hand as he grabbed the container then kicked Kevin in the side.

Suddenly, a strong magnetic force began pulling on the glass container, coming from Jenny’s magnetic claw. The magnetic force was powerful, pulling the container out of Zombozo’s hands as Jenny held it in her claw. The zombie clown groans in disappointment, before slamming his face on the ground, causing a honk from his nose as Jenny realized she was holding a brain and cringed, throwing it towards Ben who caught it as he snickered.

“Three things I hate most.” She said. “Eeky stuff like brains, a zombie, and a clown. Such a good day, what could make it even better.” She sarcastically remarked.

____

In the distance, the sun was rising, peering from the gaps between buildings. The job was done. Zombozo groans, struggling to get out of the ropes tied around him.

A sad sigh escapes Jenny’s lips as they stand in front of Kevin and Gwen.

“You’re really leaving?” Jenny said sadly.

“Come on. You have to admit you love this stuff as much as we do. Gwen I can’t believe you’re actually going to leave.” Ben said.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you skip a few grades of high school if you had some brains?” Kevin remarked making Ben grunt.

“There are plenty of colleges right here near Bellwood you could go to.” Ben tried to convince.

“Not quite the same as the Ivy League. I told you we’ve spent years saving the world. I just want to see some of what I’ve been saving.” Gwen reasoned.

“I know. I get it. Well, hurry back, Kevin! The troublesome trio is more than enough to take on whatever the universe brings out.” Ben said as Jenny nodded.

“Uh,” Kevin nervously chuckled. “I’m not coming back, Ben. I found a place near campus.”

“So this is goodbye?” Jenny asked.

“Of course not!” Gwen said. “There are holidays and semester breaks. And besides, you’re my cousin and you’re his girlfriend. Not like we’re never gonna see each other again. Right?”

“Right.” Jenny smiled softly.

“Later, man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Count on it.” Ben said.

“Come to think of it, don’t do anything you usually do, either.” Kevin said to Ben before turning to Jenny. “And keep him out of trouble, I’m counting on you, Jennifer.”

“Always have, always will.” Jenny said.

“Take care of yourself, doofus.” Gwen said.

“You too, dweeb.” The two drove off as Ben and Jenny watched as they held hands with the container on the ground.

“What a touching moment.” Zombozo mocked from where he was tied up as Jenny glared at him. “Too bad you would have never caught me all by your lonesome.”

“Watch it, Zombozo. We don’t need a team to get a job done. We’re superheroes. We can do this alone as partners, no problem.” Ben stated, glaring at the Zombie clown before he realized something. “Why am I telling this to a crazy monster clown. Time to put my money where my mouth is.”

Suddenly, his stomach growled as Jenny giggled.

“Maybe put food where your mouth is.” Jenny giggled out, poking his arm as Ben chuckled.

“Yeah, let’s head over to Mr.Smoothy.” Ben wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing her cheek as Zombozo cringed.

“Keep it on the down low over there! Some of us here are single.” Zombozo growled as Ben glared at him.

“Shut it, jerkface.”

____

Ben sat in his driver seat as Jenny sat in the passenger's seat as she lost herself in thoughts. The two weren’t dating till a month ago after Julie broke up with Ben because of the feelings they had for each other.

Jenny had been in love with Ben for 6 years. And was incredibly hurt when he began to date another girl a year ago. She hid it of course, not wanting to upset her best friend. Julie was kind and talked it out with Jenny. Who would want to date a guy in love with another girl? And now here they are, happy with their relationship.

“Nah.” Ben said as he passed Mr.Smoothy. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.” Jenny nodded as she looked out the window as they arrived at Max’s Plumbing, Grandpa Max’s store.

The two entered the store, noticing Grandpa Max wasn’t in the store as they assumed he was in HQ below. They went to the back and turned on the light as they went to the bathroom. The two stepped into separate toilets and pulled the flush as a purple circle appeared under them as they went straight down on a platform.

They walked out of the elevator and looked around the large spacious area of the underground headquarters as they turned their head and smiled at each other as they held hands and walked to where Grandpa Max was. The stairs lowered down as Ben slid down on the railing using his hands as she slid down the railing using her bottom.

Grandpa Max saved her from her abusive aunt who killed her uncle and her escaped pet kitten.

Her parents died in a fire, her aunt blamed Jenny for the miracle that she survived the fire when she was only one years old. She would've been dead the summer she returned to her aunt’s clutches. Especially since she fought Malware head on since Ben went depressed after losing Feedback, she couldn't face how he was hurt and she fought in rage, weakening herself really badly.

Grandpa Max saved her when he came to her house to give Jenny her medicine since the battle she couldn't muster the energy to do anything. He came right when her aunt was abusing her for not being able to do things, due to her weak ill.

So Grandpa Max sent Jenny to live with a Plumber who can teach her how things should be while saving her childhood while she’s still young, (The plumber was human of course) She lived with Mrs.Sikowitz till she became old enough to live on her own.

She still lived next door to Ms.Sikowitz though, in case she needed anything.

Grandpa Max also helped them figure out how to get used to having an Omnitrix for years, She considered Grandpa Max as her own grandpa, the family she never had.

“Hey, just in time. Ben, Jenny.” Max, who always wore the same red Hawaiian flower shirt, greeted them as he held up a pot in his hands.

“Whatcha making?” Ben asked, stepping closer to the pot as the two both had a hungry look in their eyes.

“Zandurian Goulash.” Max lifts up the lid of the pot, only as three purple tentacles come out. One grabbed Ben, the other grabbed Jenny as they struggled to get out of it’s grips before Grandpa Max shot it with his ray gun. The tentacles let go of the two as it retreated back into the pot as Jenny groaned, touching her waist. “It’s fresh.”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m oddly...not hungry. Think we’re going to go back on patrol, right, Jen?” Jenny nodded with a nervous smile as they began to walk out.

“Guys, before you go I have something here that ought to cheer you both up.” He turned to the different drawers as he searched through them.

“Hey, we are cheerful. We’re psyched to go find some superhero action to get into.” Ben said before this time, both their stomachs growled.

“And something to eat, that’s not in the tentacle food group.” Jenny pitched in.

Finally finding what he needed, Max walked up to us with papers in his hands. “I just got the data in for your--”

Suddenly, an explosion rumbled from somewhere above us, shaking the entire room as a siren rings throughout the entire headquarters. They then ran to the center area, red lights shined throughout the room. They ran up to the large computer as the screen showed them where the explosion occurred.

“We got this.” Jenny declared, about to run to the elevator before Ben grabbed her arm with a determined look.

“No, I got this. Stay here with Grandpa Max.” Jenny’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Ben in disbelief.

“What? No. We do it together. It’s how it always has been.” Ben shook his head.

“We don’t know what we’re facing, I want you here so I know at least that you’re safe.” Jenny opened her mouth to protest before noticing the pleading look in his eyes as she sighed in defeat.

“Okay.” Ben smiled thankfully and began to leave before Jenny ran to him. “Wait!” Ben turned as Jenny kissed him before letting him go. “For luck.” Ben smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Wait for back-up. I’ll send an Alpha team.” Max said.

Once Ben stood in the elevator, he turned around to them with his signature smirk.

“Why need a team when I already have Jen?” The elevator doors closed as Jenny blushed before frowning.

Minutes passed as Jenny began pacing back and forth while trying to control her breathing. She was not used to this. No. She should be helping him. She can’t relax not knowing if Ben is getting hurt. What if he’s getting badly beaten? What if his Omnitrix put him as Gray matter or something and he’s in a major disadvantage and in need of saving? They're still getting used to these new Omnitrixes, anything could happen.

Grandpa Max who was typing something on the large computer before sighing and turning to Jenny who’s looking paler by every paranoid thought.

“You’re worried about Ben, aren’t you?” Jenny stopped her pacing- still furiously tapping her foot- as she nodded, unable to form words.

“He’s lucky to have you, I don’t think he’d survive these five years of aliens without you.” Jenny blushed and started to panic further. He never fought successfully without her! So he has to be in trouble! Grandpa Max realized his words had only made her even more worried and thought about what he can do to relax her, but there’s only one option. “Go, you must be itching to go after him.” Jenny smiled and sprinted out to the elevator and rushed to the sight.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She muttered. “But I can’t risk staying.”

____

Jenny ran all the way to to the half broken building as she heard loud noises at the bottom of the crater as she ran to the edge of the crater and looked at the bottom to see a weird-looking dirty purple beetle with a bulky structure and a red collar around its neck attacking a blue monkey with four arms, wearing a green strap around him.

Jenny recognized the green faceplate of the Omnitrix on the strap and gasped.

Ben.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” She shouted, catching both their attention.

“Jen?! I told you to stay with Grandpa Max!” Ben shouted in a squeaky voice.

“I’m really sorry, Ben!” Jenny shouted. “But I can’t! It’s too much pressure! I can’t risk you getting hurt, so I’ll like you to meet Humangousaur!” I switched to said Alien, slamming my palm onto the faceplate as a purple light illuminated from the watch. I then began to transform into a large humanoid feminine dinosaur.

“Take this for size!” Jenny exclaimed, jumping into the air and dropping onto the alien like beetle, creating a large dust explosion.

“What?! Why does YOUR omnitrix give you the aliens you actually want?! Mine hates me!” Ben exclaims, running towards her side as Jenny jumped away from the beetle.

“I’m just as surprised as you are, pure luck.” She shrugged.

The alien beetle roared, catching their attention, as it got up and began to charge at them. They both side stepped out of the way and when it was in front of her, she punched him, knocking him away. Regaining his composure, he again charged at her and slammed his horn on to her, dragging her to the wall. She tried to push it away but the horn was pressed into her torso, almost taking the air out of Jenny.

“Jenny! Leave her alone!” Ben shouted as he crawled onto the beetle's back and shot a web from his tail and into the beetle’s eye, surprising and angering it even more. Taking this chance, Jenny pushed the beetle off of her and threw a kick at it and knocked him away from us.

Ben jumped towards Jenny as they waited for the beetle to charge at them again, but it stopped it’s movements. Jenny stared, confused as it crawled away from us and up into the other half of the destroyed building as it disappeared into the darkness.

“Huh?” Ben said, confused. “Uh, yeah!” He regained his smirk. “And don’t come back!” He said raising his fist.

Then beeping was heard from the both of them as green illuminated from Ben, and purple from Jenny as they turned back to normal.

Once they did, Jenny was suddenly greeted by a bone crushing hug from Ben. His face buried in the crook of her neck, She shivered slightly when he began to speak.

“Jeez, I told you to stay with Grandpa Max, Why didn’t you listen?” Jenny blushed before smiling and returning the hug.

“Because, Ben, I was worried sick about you. Even after these many years, It’s still my job to look after you, dork.” Ben raised his head and locked his lips with hers into a passionate kiss as they both blushed.

Until the toilet next to them suddenly opened as a small alien with his eyes on each side of his head and wearing a steel suit poked his head out from the toilet.

“Is it gone?!” The two broke their kiss with a heavy blush as they put some distance between each other.

“W-who are you?” Jenny asked, recovering from her embarrassment.

“Pakmar. This is my place. Was my place. Pakmar’s place!” Exclaims the small alien as he jumps out of the toilet.

“Was he really hiding in a toilet?” Jenny muttered to herself. “Of all places.”

“Well, you’re safe now.” Ben stated confidently yet smugly with his hands on his hips and smirked.

“My hero…” Pakmar says sarcastically and Jenny stifled her laughter as she quieted down a notch as Ben threw her a glare. Pakmar walked away from them, grabbing a dustpan and a broom lying near them and began sweeping the small rocks around.

“Can we help?” Jenny asked as she began to feel slightly guilty.

“No!” Pakmar snapped harshly, making Jenny flinch slightly. “Just go away! I didn’t want anymore trouble!”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Ben said looking around.

Pakmar dumps rocks in a pile of trash he’d already made.

“All I wanted was to run my toilet emporium in peace. Now it’s in pieces!”

“You’d be in pieces if we didn’t come to help.” Jenny murmured.

Near his side, Ben lifted up a weird mechanism and placed it down correctly. He pressed some switch and it suddenly turned on, doing some weird things, which disgusted Jenny greatly.

“Different aliens have different needs.” Pakmar states, noticing Jenny’s disgust.

“Please, I don’t want to know.” Jenny said, nearly gagging.

“So, um, the thing that did this to your place, dissatisfied customer?”

“Hardly! Some off-world lowlifes are shaking down us law-abiding businessmen. We pay them Taydenite, they ‘protect’ us. Only thing is we don’t pay, they’re the ones we need the protecting from”

“Have they threatened anyone else?” Jenny asked.

“Only the alien shopping in Bellwood. Yeesh, kids! Where you been?” Pakmar said, before going back to his sweeping business as Ben and Jenny exchanged looks before nodding.

_____

Arriving at a large warehouse building, Mr. Baumann was busy stacking cans on one another. The two watched him from behind with their arms crossed.

“All right, Mr.Baumann, what do you know?” Ben asked, his usual smirk on his lips.

“I know a lot of things.” Mr.Baumann stated, continuing to stack the last of the cans, groaning mentally as he heard their voices. Everyone knew one thing; where the Omnitrixes go, trouble follows.

“Anything about an alien protection racket in Bellwood?” Jenny questioned.

“Nope.”

“So they haven’t been coming around here?” Ben continued to ask questions, tilting his head.

“Who’s been coming around where?” Mr.Baumann dodged as he looked at his watch with a panicked look in his eyes. “Okay, then. Nice seeing you again, Ben, Jenny. Enjoy a free gloppenbeef sandwhich to go.” Mr. Baumann said to us in a rushed tone, handing Ben a large sandwhich and began pushing us out of his store as Jenny’s stomach began to grumble as she eyed the sandwich before shaking her head to get her head back on straight.

Though it was futile, they were stubborn and were not gonna give up on stopping these bad guys.

“They’re on their way right now, aren’t they?” Jenny asked, making Mr.Baumann stop pushing them and they faced him.

“Ben, Jenny. Please, it’s a simple arrangement. I pay them, they leave which is what I want you both to do right now.”

“But Mr.Baumann, we can stop them.” Ben stated, putting an arm around Jenny and brought her closer to him as they smiled at him.

“No! Everytime you’re in my shop, you ruin it!” Mr.Baumann complained.

“To be very fair, I only help Ben, he does the wrecking first.” Jenny defended herself as Ben pouted at her as she stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.

“Do you really think we’re gonna mess up your place more than they will?” Ben asked as Mr.Baumann gave them a look. “Okay, one time. What if we just sit quietly at the counter and blend in like any other customer? I promise, you won’t even notice we’re here.” Ben said as he gave Mr.Baumann an innocent smile.

Mr.Baumann snatched the sandwich from Ben’s hands- much to Jenny’s dismay- and walked away grumbly.

“Ugh, please don’t touch anything.”

“Yes! Come on, baby. Any old alien will do for a disguise.”

“I don’t think just any would do-” Jenny got cut off as he changed into cannonbolt. He accidentally knocks down the stack of cans Mr.Baumann was stacking.

“That was me, My bad.” Ben apologized. Many customers looked at us as Jenny flushed in embarrassment as she looked down wishing she was anywhere but here in this moment. “Hey! How it’s going, fellow aliens? Nice weather we’re having here on Earth, huh?”

“Ben.” Jenny whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Ben picked up a pile of cans from the floor as Jenny rubbed her forehead as he jumped on a stool, falling down creating a hole.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Mr.Baumann regretfully said.

“Uh, It’ll buff right out.” The second time, he successfully sat on the stools by sitting on two, though crushing them a little. Jenny didn’t transform so she simply sat next to him while covering her Omnitrix with her hand, so not to attract attention.

Slurping was heard next to her, followed by a burp as she glanced to see an alien-looking boy wearing cloaks to cover his face, not enough though as he still ate.

Both Jenny’s and Ben’s stomach growled. Ben turns to the hooded-boy.

“Hey, you gonna eat the rest of that?”

The boy didn’t answer, only he slid the sandwich thing over to Ben as Jenny sat even more hungrier as they passed everything to Ben.

“Um, thanks.” Ben said as he split the sandwich in half, giving it to his starving lover. They were about to take a bite of the sandwich, until an unfamiliar voice stopped him.

“Pay up, Bowman.” A robotic voice, Bubble Helmet, demanded. Jenny and Ben glanced over their shoulder and saw three aliens coming towards them. One was a red and black armored alien with a feminine face, the middle one was an alien in purple armor, his head was encased in a glass helmet full of water, and the last one was a large rooster alien.

“You heard about Pakmar? Hmm?” The rooster, Liam, squawked.

“I’ve heard he has great deals on toilets.” Ben said, half joking.

“I’ve heard it was an accident.” Mr.Baumann said.

“Accidents happen all the time. Maybe to you.” Bubble Helmet said, stepping out the way to show a large red machine held by Liam and the other alien.

“Take it easy, now. I don’t want any trouble.” Mr.Baumann said, not wanting things to go bad as he went under the counter and took out a box. He opened it, showing many Taydenites inside of it.

He held out one Taydenite, but Bubble Helmet outstretched his hand and took the whole box instead. Ben stood up, almost crushing the counter.

“Hey bubble head.” He said as Mr.Baumann began to mutter no over and over as he held his face, internally begging for the two not to fight in the store. Jenny got up as Ben did, knowing trouble started the second Ben called out to him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Arburian Pelarota, human.” Bubble Helmet growled.

“I think it does.” Ben countered.

“Aww. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” Pulling the chest of Taydenites inside his mechanical arms, Bubble Helmet then took out two staffs and held them.

“Let me guess, you’ll be the one to teach a lesson to us.” Jenny sassed.

“Not in my store! Please, I’ll pay you not to do this, Ben, Jenny.” Mr.Baumann pleaded.

“Really? I mean your days of intimidating people are over, bubble brain!” Ben’s words were the last straw as Bubble Helmet began firing red lasers at them from twirling his staffs. Ben stood in front of Jenny, shielding her with his large body.

“No lasers! No lasers!” Mr.Baumann exclaims, hiding behind the counter, holding his head tightly.

The boy from before was eating soup. The laser continued to blast and when it was about to hit him, he used their silver spoon to deflect it back at Bubble Helmet, causing him to stumble back and drop both his staff. Jenny noticed the boy and smiled, He’s good.

Now that the lasers were gone, Ben turned into cannonball mode and rolled at Bubble Helmet, knocking him into some shelves.

“I knew this was going to happen the second they walked into my store.” Mr.Baumann muttered as he glared at Ben and Jenny.

Jenny then began switching around in her alien selector on her Omnitrix.

“All right, Omnitrix. Give me someone good.” She said to herself as she slammed her hand down and started to transform into Cannonbolt. Her form was different from Ben’s. More feminine and instead of yellow, it's blue. “This will make do, I guess.” Jenny turned into cannonball mode and rolled quickly to the red robot alien, who was placing down the machine with Liam. She faced Jenny, yelping as Jenny knocked her into some shelves.

Jenny stood up from cannonball mode and cringed. She turned to Mr.Baumann.

“Sorry, I’ll clean that up later.”

“You two always say that.” He miserably mumbled, sinking himself under his counter.

Liam had a sharp claw on his arms as he stood in battling position, ready to attack Ben and Jenny. Until Ben picked up a pile of seeds into his hand and Liam tilted his head to the side. He walked up to Ben and began eating seeds from Ben’s big hand.

Ben then turned into cannonball mode, pulling Liam inside of him and began rolling towards the red robot alien.

She shot her robot fist at Ben, but his hard surface deflected it. He then rolled up a small ramp, flying above the red alien and dropped Liam onto her.

While the two were distracted, Bubble Helmet was typing away on the red machine. Jenny then turned cannonball mode and rolled quickly towards him, knocking him harshly away from the machine.

But it seemed he finished his task with the machine because once she knocked him away, a red sphere formed around the machine, the circle on the machine turned green and red sparks out of the shield. The green circle was slowly turning red one by one, indicating it was a timer. So that’s how they destroyed Pakmar’s place, Jenny thought.

“Ben, Jenny?” Mr.Baumann was afraid to see what would happen next, as he covered his face with his hands.

“Not a problem. I’ll handle it, Jen.” Ben said, before rolling up again and going towards the shield, hoping to go through the shield and destroy the machine. He kept trying but it didn’t work. At the last try, Jenny then heard beeping coming from both of them, her eyes widened when she realized Ben would slam into the shield in his human form.

She stood in front of Ben, her back to the shield and watched as Ben rolled towards her.

“Wait, Ben! Stop before--!” Before she could, both of them turned back to normal and Ben was flying towards her.

“Ah!” Ben exclaimed as he slammed into Jenny, causing her to slam her back into the red shield painfully. They both groaned as they slid down onto the ground. “Now, really?” Ben huffed, looking at his watch.

He looked down at her then gasped, noticing their compromising position. His arms were placed on each side of her head, his legs on each side of hers as her legs were in the middle as they looked at each other surprised before Ben broke into a sly grin.

“Didn’t think we’d reach this stage, this early in our relationship.” Ben teased as Jenny heavily blushed and looked away.

“J-just get off, dork.” She muttered. He chuckled and kissed her cheek before getting off Jenny and helped her up as she brushed the dust off.

“Goodbye, Mr.Baumann.” Bubble Helmet chuckled as he began running away.

“Isn’t this where your friends show up and save the day?” Mr.Baumann sarcastically asked.

Suddenly, the boy jumped from their seat at the counter and landed in front of us, taking off his cloak and showed his blue clothes, purplish, white and back fur with yellow eyes. He resembled closely to a cat. He had some type of weapon on their shoulders. He ran after the escaping alien while Ben and Jenny watched, agaped.

“Oh, not another one! I was being sarcastic.” Mr.Baumann sighed miserably.

The boy grabbed his weapon from his shoulder, transformed it into a bow as he shot a yellow energy blast at Bubble Helmet, knocking him down to the ground.

The other two aliens tried to make a run for it, but the boy threw some sort of electrifier at Liam, knocking down as he jumped and kicked the red robot down, knocking it out.

“Who are you?” Ben asked, confused.

“Rook Blonko.” The boy introduced himself. “Magister Tennyson sent me.”

“Grandpa Max?” Jenny questioned.

Liam snuck up on Rook, tried to attack him but Rook back-kicked him in the chin.

“Wow.” Jenny said.

“I’m your new partner.”

“Huh?” Jenny said, thrown off by his sudden claim.

“Our new--? I don’t want a new partner. I already have Jen. No offense, I’m Ben Tennyson and she’s Jennifer Jan-” Ben smirked, but was cut off by Rook.

“Yes, I know. It’s an honor working with you both.” Rook said.

“Wielders of the Omnitrixes. See?” Ben held Jenny’s wrist with the watch for Rook to see both their watches. “We’ve saved the universe like a billion times.” Ben gloated.

“I’m well aware. It's required study at the Plumbers Academy.”

“Really? There’s a class about us?!”

“Chapter and a half.”

“Oh.” Ben said, a bit disappointed.

“We’re studied as if we’re those historical dead people.” Jenny mumbled to herself in shock.

“Well, I was kinda looking forward to being partners with just Jen. You understand, right? We have things under control here.” Jenny blushed slightly, she may not say it, but she was also looking forward to it.

Rook looked around the destruction that they made, well mostly what Ben made, Jenny- as she claims- is only dragged into it.

“My mistake. I thought you did not. I’ve waited to see if you needed my assistance.” Rook said.

“Well, don’t stop now! The Omnitrixes are timed out!” Jenny said pointing at the aliens getting away.

“Oh, my apologies, ma’am.” Rook apologized, before his weapon on her shoulder turned into a cannon and blasted a bullet that created a yellow rope trap that captured all three of them.

Rook looked back at us with a serious look.

“Not bad, but you know, I bet anybody can do that if they had one of those...things.” Ben played off his amazement as he gestured to his weapon.

“It’s called a Proto-tool. The most versatile tech in the known universe. I’ve made some special modifications myself. It’s--” Rook continued to explain, Jenny listened interested in the weapon as Ben frowned.

“Does it have a mute button?” Ben muttered loudly as Jenny elbowed him harshly and threw him a look as he whined, rubbing where Jenny hit him as he stuck his tongue out on her.

“Sir?” Rook said, slightly confused.

“Ignore him,” Jenny kindly smiled, waving it off. “that's a really nice weapon you have.” The omnitrixes then beeped, ready to go.

“Yes!” Ben exclaimed. “Thanks for the help, man. But we got this now.” The two slammed their hands on the faceplate and transformed into a new alien, a colorful blocky one. Bloxx. Ben’s was cyan, green, and white, while Jenny’s a feminine version of it.

“This one’s new.” Jenny said. The two went up to the forcefield and began to punch it, losing some blocks from out fist in the process and didn’t damage the forcefield. “What kind of force is this?” The blocks regenerate.

Clucking was heard as Liam used his sharp daggers on his arms to cut the yellow trap in order to escape.

“Hey, Rook! Tag out!” Ben exclaimed, but he didn’t do anything, just stared at them as Jenny sighed.

“It means switch places.” she explained to him, not wanting him confused. “Come over here and try to disable this force field. We’ll deal with those guys.”

“All right! Let’s see what this baby can do.” Ben began to form a dome around the three aliens. But Bubble Helmet shot a laser, destroying a part of Ben but he formed new blocks to replace it. Just for extra measures, Jenny formed a dome around Ben, just in case they escape from Ben’s dome.

“How is it going?” I asked Rook as he seemed to be crouching in front of the force field as the timer started going down. He wasn’t doing anything, just staring at it.

“What are you waiting for? Use your techno thingy.” Ben said.

“Proto-tool.” Rook corrected.

“Whatever.”

The timer was going down and Jenny began to sweat, nervous they might not make it. Rook stood up and pointed his proto-tool as a gun and stood up.

“No! What are you doing?” Mr.Baumann questioned, noticing he was pointing the gun at an undamaged wall. He put a big bullet in his gun and shot at the wall of the store, exploded it and made a large hole that made Mr.Baumann more stressed out.

“The shield fluctuation uses a B’karyix algorithm. I can’t break the code in time. We need to detonate it away from the populace.” Rook explained.

“Speak English.” Ben said.

“He means to help him move the bomb outside.” Jenny translated to him as Ben nodded as they reformed out of the domes as Jenny picked the forcefield bringing the bomb outside.

“Wait!.” Rook said. He took out a device and held it out to the building in front of us, looking for any signs of life.

“Take your time.” Ben said. “I’m joking, by the way. Hurry up!”

“Have to scan for the presence of sentient life. All clear”

Jenny outstretched her arms to throw it away from here, but lasers blasted her arms, causing Jenny to drop the bomb. We saw the three aliens standing behind them as they fired lasers at the trio as Rook shot his own lasers back at them.

The bomb was falling as Ben tried to catch it by forming a net in his arms.

“I got it!” He exclaimed before it broke through his arms. “I don’t got it.” Jenny quickly turned herself into a catapult, the bomb landing on the holder as she threw it to the building across.

They began to run away from the building as Rook counted down.

“3...2...1-” The bomb activated, destroyed the entire building and left a huge crater in the ground.

Ben and I had created a dome around Rook in order to protect all of us from the explosion. Once the bomb exploded, Ben and Jenny reformed out of the dome and the sound of beeping was heard before they shifted back to their human forms.

“You okay?” Ben asked.

“Proto-tech armor. Very nice of you both to try and save me, though. Thanks, partners.”

“Don’t mention it.” Ben huffed, crossing his arms and held an annoyed look on his face.

“But I just did.” Rook said, clearly not understanding what Ben meant, making Jenny giggle.

“And we’re not partners!” Ben quickly exclaimed. “The only partner I’ll ever need is Jen.” Ben strictly stated.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Call me ‘Ben ‘ dude.”

“I’d also prefer if you called me Jenny. Ma’am makes me feel older than I am.”

“Okay, Ben dude, Jenny.” Rook said, clearly confused. Ben looked away as Jenny burst into a small laughter. She calmed down as they noticed the three aliens were running into the crater.

They ran after them, sliding down the side of the crater and ran into the tunnel at the bottom of the crater.

We continued to follow after them. Ben and Jenny ran in front of Rook but they froze as they saw where the aliens led them too.

“No way.” The two breathed out in shock.

In front of them was a large spacious area filled with many houses, it was a city. Rook continued to run after the enemies, bring them out of shock. Jenny began running as Ben quickly followed.

Not knowing that Khyber stood on the surface, standing at the edge of the crater with his alien dog that had been the thing that attacked them in the morning.

“Show no mercy.” Khyber ordered his dog. The dog obeyed and ran down the crater into the tunnel in order to seek the duo out and kill them.

[idreamofplaid]

My Omega

Square Filled: Omegaverse for @spnkinkbingo & Wincest for @spnabobingo

Characters:alpha!Dean x omega!Sam; Sam x Brady (past)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/Sub; punishment; butt plug; paddling; orgasm delay; jealous Dean; mention of sex clubs, cock ring, orgasm denial, voyeurism, name calling; praise; handjob; hurt/comfort; aftercare

Summary: Dean is not very pleased with Sam’s past activities while he was at Stanford. When he acknowledges the role he played in what happened, he has a change of heart.

Word Count: 2510

A/N: This is smutty, angsty, fluffy Wincest. Dean safe words out without saying the word. It’s unbeta’d. Any mistakes are mine. If you’re interested in being a beta for any future Wincest, message me. It’s a specific taste, I know. The same for A/B/O. Message me if you’re into A/B/O and would be interested in beta reading for me.

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo

“You did what?” Dean put down the gun he was cleaning and turned to stare at Sam with a hard and disbelieving look.

Sam continued to work on engraving a devil’s trap into the bullet in his hand, looking up only briefly at Dean. He was unfazed by his Alpha’s disapproval. It wasn’t that Sam was a rebellious Omega, just the opposite. Pleasing Dean was his top priority, and he was a dutiful and submissive Omega; but he hadn’t been Dean’s Omega when he was at Stanford. 

Sam repeated, “I went to sex clubs.” His statement was nonchalant at best and defiant at worst to Dean’s ears.

Dean sat back in his chair, his head shaking back and forth and his mouth hanging open. “You got up on a stage and let people look at you being fucked by...by….” Dean flung his hand up into the air and let it fall back to the chair arm with a thud; his eyes began to darken with an intensity that meant he was ready to punish Sam for what he’d done and his attitude about the whole thing. 

Sam heard the tone in Dean’s voice, causing him to look up from what he was doing and see the dangerous expression in Dean’s eyes. He made an attempt to right his mistake, knowing he was walking a very fine line. “I didn’t say I was an exhibitionist, Dean. Just because you go to those places, doesn’t mean you perform for the crowd. Even if I had, you weren’t my Alpha then. We were still denying that.”

Dean stood, moved into Sam’s space, and somehow managed to tower over his 6’4” brother. “What did you say to me? I have always been your Alpha, Sam.” Sam knew he was in trouble, and it was causing the slick to begin to pool in his pants. “If anyone touched or saw what’s mine, you should be punished, shouldn’t you? Did that happen, Sam?”

Dean’s voice had dropped into a deeper register, and Sam had dropped the bullet he’d been holding. He lowered his head. “Yes, Alpha, it did.” 

Dean put his hand under Sam’s chin and tilted his face up. “I think you know what that means.” Sam’s eyes were already pleading for Dean’s forgiveness. “Go present yourself on our bed and wait for me.” 

The walk through the bunker to their room seemed longer than usual to Sam. Anticipation was humming through his veins, and his cock was hardening more with each step. By the time he’d stripped, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself on all fours his breathing had gotten faster; and his heart was pounding. He knew whatever Dean had planned for him was going to hurt, and it would make him come unbelievably hard.

Sam lowered his head so his cheek was resting on the bed and reached back to spread his cheeks and wait for Dean. By the time his Alpha entered the room, his cock was bobbing in the air, and the slick was running down his thighs. He shuddered when Dean spoke. “Look at you. So gorgeous, Sam. Needy and waiting for me to do whatever I please, whatever I think you deserve.” Without warning, Dean pushed two fingers into Sam’s opening. Sam was so wet, he took them with little resistance, and Sam gasped. “You like the way that feels, my Omega?”

Dean found Sam’s prostate and rubbed it, causing his brother to keen. “Please, Dean.” Sam wanted to all out beg, but he knew better. He was being punished; that meant taking what Dean gave him and nothing more.

Dean pulled his fingers from Sam’s body as abruptly as he’d pushed them in. “Did I tell you that you could say anything?”

“N...no, Alpha.” Sam was still holding himself open for whatever Dean wanted to do to him next, and he dug his fingers into his own skin when he felt the blunt head of the plug against his hole. He had a good idea of what was going to happen next. 

The plug was wide, not nearly as big as Dean’s knot, but it was stretching Sam nicely and pushing into his prostate. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. If Dean wanted to hear him, he’d say so. “Drop your hands, Sam.” Dean’s voice had gone quiet and heavy with purpose. He was an Alpha intent on reclaiming his Omega and teaching him a lesson. Sam let go of his ass and placed his hands palms down on the bed on either side of his head.

Dean cupped Sam’s right cheek in his hand and squeezed. This ass belongs to me, Sam. It belonged to me when you were at Stanford. Do you know how I like my ass, Sam?” Unsure if Dean actually wanted an answer, Sam stayed quiet. It was the right decision because Dean kept talking. “I like it a nice dark pink and sore from my spanking when I fuck it.” Dean gave Sam’s ass a practice swat with his hand, and then added a few more to warm him up.

When the first strike of the paddle came, it was right over the center of Sam’s ass and pushed the plug deeper into him to crash against his prostate. Dean varied the location of the blows to get an even color over the entire surface of both cheeks, but wherever the paddle came down it always hit the plug, stimulating Sam’s prostate. “Don’t you dare come, little brother. Your orgasms belong to me too, and I’ll tell you when you can have one.”

Sam’s ass felt like it was on fire, and his cock was throbbing by the time Dean stopped. He’d thought again of begging his Alpha for release, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Everything was up to Dean, his Alpha. Dean dropped the paddle on the bed next to Sam’s head. “Omega, I want you to tell me exactly what it was you did in those clubs. How many times did you go? Who took you there? Who dared to touch what’s mine?”

Sam had clawed at the sheets the entire time Dean was spanking him and taking him right to the edge of orgasm without giving him that gift, and he was grasping a fistful of the bedding in both hands. It kept him from reaching back to rub his well paddled backside to try and soothe it. “It was only a c...couple of times. Brady took me there. It was him.”

Dean’s next words sounded tight, in a way that let Sam know he’d been clenching his teeth. “What did you let him do to you there, Omega?”

“We were in one of the private rooms. A few people were there, and they watched.” Sam closed his eyes and attempted to block out the memory. He had known he was Dean’s, knew Dean was his Alpha from the time he was fifteen and his first rut had hit him. That’s when he’d smelled it, Dean’s scent. He’d taken that smell all the way to California with him; he couldn’t run away from it. Sam woke up at night smelling cedar, bourbon, and vanilla. 

That scent was heavy in the air right now, and Sam inhaled it deeply. He wished he could wipe those days with Brady away, make it so they had never happened. He couldn’t, but he could show his Alpha his loyalty through his submission now. “What did they watch, Sam? What did you allow him to do to you?”

Sam took a deep breath. He wanted to cry, not because of how much the spanking had hurt or because he needed to come so bad his balls ached. Sam wanted to cry because he was ashamed he’d let Brady do those things to him when he had known he belonged to Dean, even if Dean hadn’t claimed him yet. “I let him tie me up and fuck me while they watched. I let him use me while I wore a cock ring and never got to come. I let him humiliate me. I let him call me names. He said I was his slut.” Sam’s voice broke when he said this last because he believed it. 

His eyes were still closed, and he wasn’t expecting to feel Dean’s fingers brush his hair from his face and comb through it. “Open your eyes, Sammy, and look at me.”  Sam slowly opened his eyes and saw that Dean’s expression had totally softened. “You are not a slut, Sam, and you never belonged to him. You’re my Omega, only mine.” Dean put his hand over Sam’s that was still holding tightly to the sheet. He rubbed his fingers over Sam’s clenched hand. “Let go, Sam.” Sam let his hand relax. “You were so good for me, Omega. You are always so good.”

Dean stretched out onto the bed next to Sam, his hand still over his Omega’s, and whispered to him gently. “Lie down on your side, Sammy. Let me take care of you.”  Dean helped Sam settle on the bed beside him, their faces only inches apart. Dean saw that Sam’s cock was just as red as his bottom, and it was leaking pre come that was running down the side of his shaft, making it unnecessary for Dean to use Sam’s slick as lube. 

Dean circled his hand around his Omega’s cock and started to stroke while he touched his lips to Sam’s in the tenderest of kisses. “Don’t hold back, my ‘Mega. Let me hear you. Come for me whenever you’re ready.” Dean speeded up the motions of his hand, causing Sam to moan deeply and call out his name over and over when he came. The come spurted from the end of Sam’s cock in long ropes that painted the flannel and t-shirt Dean was still wearing in white stripes. 

Sam blacked out from the force of his orgasm and didn’t hear Dean tell him he was a good Omega, but when his eyes fluttered open and he saw the look on Dean’s face; he knew. Dean didn’t say the words “I love you” much out loud, but the way he looked at Sam said it every bit as effectively; and Sam felt it. 

Dean took off his shirts, dropped them to the floor, and leaned down to kiss Sam’s temple. Sam was in a sex blissed haze, and there was only one thought in his mind. “Knot me, Alpha.”

Dean kissed his forehead again. “I will, baby. There’s nothing I want more, but let me finish taking care of you first.” Dean moved behind his Omega and pulled the plug from Sam’s ass; Sam moaned as the plug left his body, leaving him open and ready for the knot he wanted. Next, Dean took the salve from the drawer in the drawer in the bedside table that he kept there for times like these. He rubbed the cream into Sam’s flaming behind to ease the burn and lessen the heat. 

The Alpha stood and removed the rest of his clothes before he walked back around the bed to take his waiting Omega into his arms. Dean kissed Sam, tasting him, moving his tongue around Sam’s, and touching every spot in Sam’s mouth until Sam was saying through the kiss, “Alpha, knot, please.” Dean entered him fully with one smooth thrust and continued to kiss him up until the moment he filled his Omega with his seed. That’s when Dean broke the kiss, panting and growling. He put his mouth over the claim mark at the base of Sam’s neck and closed his teeth around it, but he didn’t bite him hard. 

Dean let go of Sam’s neck when his knot started to inflate, locking them together while more of his semen pumped into his Omega. He nuzzled against Sam’s scent gland and inhaled the rich sweet smell of caramel, coffee beans, and cinnamon. “You okay, ‘Mega?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” Sam’s voice was tinged with sadness. 

Dean lifted his head so he could look into his mate’s beautiful golden green eyes. “Why, Sam?”

The emotion was raw in Sam’s eyes. “I never should have let Brady touch me. It was wrong when I knew I was yours. What kind of Omega does that?”

Dean cupped Sam’s cheek in his hand. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for that. You would have never been with him if I had claimed you like I should have. That’s on me. I wasn’t the Alpha you needed.” Dean paused, and his gaze held Sam’s. “I wasn’t faithful to you either back then.” Dean’s knot was still at full size and caught on Sam’s rim. Dean was thankful for that right now, afraid that those words that reminded Sam of how Dean had rejected him and what was between them to turn to a meaningless string of women would make Sam want to pull away from him. 

Sam responded in a whisper. “I know, Dean. That’s why I left. I couldn’t stand to see you with someone else, knowing you were taking them to your bed. It hurt too much.” 

Dean could feel his knot beginning to shrink. If he could have willed it to stay the way it was, he would have. He wanted to keep Sam close, prove to him it was different. “I’m faithful to you now, Sam. I have been since I claimed you the first time we were together. I’ll always be faithful to you, Sam. I promise you that.”

Dean’s knot had completely deflated. It was time for him to separate his body from Sam’s, prompting the first words from his Omega. “Stay, Dean. Please don’t move yet.”

“Okay, Sammy. I won’t. I’ve got you. It’s okay now.” He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair some more; it calmed them both. “The way Brady treated you? If he was still alive, I’d want to kill him. You deserve so much more than that. I was just jealous before, Sam, but I didn’t have any right to be. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else being near you.”

“I have more than that now, Dean, so much more.” He kissed his Alpha on his full lips, and when Sam pulled away Dean’s deep green eyes were shining with love. “And I feel better now. I didn’t think about using my safe word even once. Every time you mark me, I like it. I wanted you to do what you did.”

Finally, Dean slipped from his Omega’s body. Sam closed his eyes, and Dean kissed his eyelids with feather light kisses. “I’ll be the Alpha I’m supposed to be for you, Sam, the one I always should have been. I should have protected you from people like Brady.”

When Sam opened his eyes, Dean could see the peace in them. “I feel safe now, Dean.” Sam was so open, so trusting, just like he had always been. Dean heard those words, and he felt forgiven. 

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Nightmarish Trip

TW// Drugs, Angst, Suggestive Mentions, Death, Alcohol Pls do not read if you're easily upset over things like this. Viewer discretion is advised.

It was a hot night out in Nevada. In the bunker, Dallas remained to himself while Roxxie and the rest of the crew were out gathering supplies. The gang knew Dallas wasn’t feeling so well and ushered him to stay put and rest. Dallas however wasn’t pleased with this outcome. He oh so desperately hated being alone… With a heart aching sigh, Dallas decided to sit up and reach under his bed. He pulled out a familiar glass object. Staring down at the pipe, Dallas pulls out a lighter. It probably wasn’t the best thing for him to do, but hey, whatever it took for him to feel less shitty, right? With a few puffs, Dallas set it down on the nightstand next to him and laid back. The demon’s eyelids grew slightly heavy as he watched the world around him spin and change. He felt a bit sick to his stomach. Probably should’ve checked what he was smoking first… He reached his hand up to try and touch the swirling objects around him. They grew bright in color and Dallas’ hand plummeted down to his side as his eyes closed. When he woke up, he was sitting outside. Things seemed strange though. The area he was in… This wasn’t Nevada. The sidewalk he sat on was paved with a reddish-gray color and the skies were more orange-red then they were a deep, dark red. That’s when Dallas realized something. This wasn’t Nevada. This was Hell. He looked down at his feet, seeing the puddle underneath them. It rippled, showing himself in a normal red flannel shirt and jeans. The golden hoop clip-on rings on his horns shimmered in the Hellish lighting. “I-I haven’t seen this shitty outfit in forever…” He mumbled. The puddle rippled more and slowly, he saw two figures behind him. Defensively, Dallas reeled around, only to find a demon with long pink hair and a pink dress, and another demon with black hair and only black jeans. The incubus blinked a few times, staring. “R-Rocks? Diesel??” The pink haired demon smiled and walked closer, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t sweat it. You got us, yeah?” The muscular one spoke up. “Yeah! Forget what that asshole told you. Honestly, You deserve way better than him…” “Him?” He gently took Roxxie’s hand off his shoulder. “Okay, who the fuck is him?? What are you two talking about?” Just then, Dallas was suddenly reeled back by his arms and forced against the wall, shutting his eyes from the impact.. When he opened his eyes, they grew almost as big as tennis balls at the figure before him. The man had a snake-like tail and a devilish grin. He wore a stained white tank top and ripped jeans and held a bottle of alcohol in his hand. “S...Stripes…” Dallas shook his head. No, no no no, he needed out of here. Now! Dallas tried to run, but was grabbed and pulled back. “Augh- fuck! Let go, jackass!” He kicked at him, growling loudly. “Babe…” He spoke calmly, making Dallas shut his eyes tightly. He knew what he was gonna say next. “Fuck, don’t say it. Don’t say it…” He whispered. His blood boiled for just remembering this moment. “I think maybe we should split. You just aren't what I need in my life. I need a better ma…"

Dallas went to turn and slap him, but when he did, he saw Stripes lying on the floor. A chunk of his neck was ripped off and Dallas tasted copper in his mouth and felt a hot liquid dripping down his chin. He looked down at his bloodied lips and his eyes widened as parts of his ex’s flesh were in his mouth. Dallas spat it out, wiping his lips. He felt his body seething with rage, but he couldn’t force himself to attack anymore. Dallas heard sirens similar to screams outside of the house. Everything became hazy and changed around him once more. He came to, staring at his hands. They were handcuffed together and he saw that he was in an orange jumpsuit. He heard talk all around him and looked around. He was in a filled courtroom and he noticed Roxxie and Diesel in handcuffs as well. The bangs of the gavel ringed his ears and made him flinch. “Order! Order!!” Dallas looked up at the judge. Sitting in the witness stand next to the judge was the bitten and beaten corpse of Stripe. He just stood there, staring at Dallas. “Dallas Haze…” The judge’s voice made Dallas glance up at them fearfully. “You have created some terrible crimes, but none can overcome this… Murdering a man of our satanic forces here in Styx City.” “D-Demons can’t die, jackass… He should’ve came back by now! I was framed for him goin' missin'!!” “He had been missing for months now… Who knows what you did with his corpse, you sick bastard…” “I didn’t do shit-!” “ENOUGH!” Dallas flinched as a high-piercing sound rang in the incubus’ ears. “As punishment for your sinful acts, we, the court, have found that even Hell isn’t a fitting punishment… You and your little friend group here will be shot and sent to purgatory, where you will NEVER reunite again!” He slammed his gavel and Roxxie and Diesel panicked. “Dallas!” Roxxie screamed out, trying to run. She was grabbed by the guards and was dragged back. Diesel roared and kicked, hissing and struggling as the guards had mercilessly beaten him until he was unconscious to drag back. “Diesel! Roxxie!” He ran to try and help them, but was jumped and pinned down by the other guards. With a swift, hard punch to the face, Dallas woke up in the interrogation room. Before him was a woman with candy red skin and had a bow on her head. It was Halt… But- how? She was always stuck in the same body as Sloh and Goh… She looked at him with a saddened look on her face. “Dallas… At least tell us where the body is... “ “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I left his ass at the house!” She shook her head. “You know that ain’t true…” “I’m not lying, dammit!” Dallas barked. “Someone else got him ‘cuz it isn’t me!” Halt’s voice echoed within the cold, dark walls. “We gave you a chance, Dallas… You ruined everything for yourself.” The lightbulb above them blew out and Dallas’ vision returned with him being forced onto the ground with his hands tied to his back. He turned around to see the face of a familiar green demon staring down at him with a shotgun pointed at him. “G-Goh!?” He struggled, trying to break free. His body then suddenly froze as he stared up at the barrel of the weapon. With a roar and distorted voice, Goh snarls. “You dug your grave…” He cocked his gun.

“N O W L A Y I N I T …!!!” With a loud shot being fired, Dallas felt something heavy hit his face. With free hands, he brushed away what had been dirt. He frantically looked around and saw that he was in a deep, open grave. “Wh… Wha- Augh-!” Trying to stand, he was thrown back down by another pile of heavy dirt. He looked up and saw Sloh staring down at him coldly with a dirt-covered shovel in their hands. It was raining and storming now… “Sloh-!” He coughed up dirt that had fallen into his mouth. “No- Nonono this can’t be it…! No-!” He moved the dirt aside and tried to crawl up, scratching at the walls around him to try and escape. “Sloh, don’t…! I don’t deserve this…! I didn’t do anything…!” Sloh looked down at him. One singular yellow eye glowed in the night as a crack of lightning flashed behind them, showing the shadows of the figure’s body. With a cold and monotone voice, they spoke. “This is your fate, Dallas… You were a dead man from the start… You…” They pointed beside his grave, staring at the two other graves he had already buried. “And your friends…” Dallas’ eyes widened at that statement. Tears streamed down his face in horror. He wanted to scream, but he had no words. He stared in shock and his dirty body shook. His body was so cold... He felt so sick… Sloh had no remorse as they shoveled more and more dirt onto him as he screamed and pleaded and desperately tried to crawl out. The dirt covered his view and he was in total darkness. He felt his heart drop and heard it beating slower and slower. Finally, the beating stopped and there was total silence…

At the end of a dark tunnel, a light showed. Dallas’ feet felt like he was walking through wet concrete. He slowly walked towards the light and he could see that the bright white light engulfed his vision. Before him, he saw a familiar figure in a white lab coat standing facing away in the distance. Dallas felt all his stress slowly fade as Jeb stood there, staring off into the distance. “H-Holy shit… J-Jeb…!” He rushed after him, reaching a hand out. “Jeb- I don’t know what’s going on… We need to get the fuck out of here!”

The demon exclaimed, getting about a few feet closer before realizing something was wrong. “Jeb? Jebediah, come on! Christoff!” Jeb’s back suddenly arched all the way back with a sickening cracking noise. His usual red eyes dripping a black substance, as was his nose and mouth. Slowly, the skin on his face melted off, revealing a red skeleton. Just like he had found him ages ago during the war. “Sh-Shit…!!” Dallas backed away, terrified. “Goddammit, get me out of here…!!” He screamed, running away from the mangled figure. His heart raced as black fire spurted out of Jeb’s mouth. Dallas ran as shadows began filling the room he was in. He hit a wall and started to pound his fists against it. “Let me out…!” They got closer.

“Let me out…!”

And closer...

“LET ME OU-…!!!” Dallas’ scream was cut off as the shadows engulfed his entire body, leaving him in darkness once again. … ... ... With a familiar voice, and deep chuckle, dread filled his mind. “͔͇͚́Y͎̘̺͇̙o͈͙̘̞u͍̮̝̪’̸̞͔͍ṛ̨̱̟̪e̡̝̩ ͎͉̩̟̯̗̗ ̵̪͎̳̗ ͏N̴̺̻̗̭̼̬̬O͖̳̫̥̹̻̮T̲͔H̦I̴̯̳̠̮̼̺N҉̭̩͓̬G̹͖̬̝̝ ̹̜̹̟͖ ͉̤̕ ̖t̼o̷̘͙ ̛m̷̜̯̘e̠̪͍̤, ̩͕̜̘͎̫D͖̱̞̥a̡̬̪ḽ̛̬̘̱̮ͅl͎̼͙̖͔͇a̱̳̠̼̺̹̙͞s̀…̩͇̹̙̫̮͜”̨̯̬͉ͅͅ Dallas shot up with a gasp. Clutching his chest, he felt his heart nearly beat out of it. He looked around frantically with a throbbing headache. He was inside of his bedroom, half dressed with only black pajama bottoms on. He panted and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He slowly glanced at the glass bong on his nightstand. A loud shattering sound was heard a few seconds later as the bong made contact with the wall near the door, breaking it instantly with the sheer force of the throw. He breathed heavily, staring down at the broken glass with anger. His hands shaking at the sight as he tried to process what had just happened… He closed his eyes and felt tears slowly running down his face. His head and body throbbed with pain and stress. Dallas pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his knees. Dallas wasn’t much of a prayer, but God. He prayed that Roxxie and the gang were safe out there in the hellish lands of Nevada.

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 7

So, who’s ready for Gotham ft. Thana and friends? Also, Uncles Ed and John show up at the end so, look out for that.

Anyways...

Jason woke up early that next day, and he decided he was just going to have a little bit of a lie in. He smiled and pulled Damian closer, shushing him when he made a noise in protest. “I’m pretty sure the girls are going to join us in a little bit, and then Tim a little while after that.”

Just like he expected, Steph and Cass joined them in the bed not too long after he said it, and then Tim joined in a few minutes after the girls. The five of them laid in bed, everyone finding comfort in each other. No words were passed between the family, they didn’t feel the need to speak.

That’s where Dick and Wally, and their kids, found them about an hour later.

“Why weren’t we called to join the cuddle pile?” Dick pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, while Mar’i, Jay, and Iris ducked around their fathers and climbed into the bed. They, like Damian, chose a Wayne and clung to them. Mar’i clung to Tim, Iris clung to Steph and Jai clung to Cass.

“There’s a nine-year-old practically asleep on my chest. My phone is on my nightstand. None of them brought their phones to my bed.” Jason whispered and carded his fingers through Damian’s hair.

Dick shot a look at Wally, Wally simply shrugged as though to say “when in Rome” before he too got into the bed.

“C’mon Dickiebird. We don’t have anything to do today. We don’t start guiding or protecting them till tomorrow.” Jason’s words were slightly slurred in his comfortable state.

Dick huffed good-naturedly before climbing into the bed with his family and the Wests.

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Tim’s phone blared from the room he’d claimed, stirring the almost completely asleep cuddle pile into wakefulness.

Jason frowned and shifted Damian from his chest to Steph’s other side. “I’ll be right back. Imma go answer Timber’s phone.” Jason slowly got out of the bed, being careful to not displace the other kids, and quietly left the room. He made his way into Tim’s room, grabbed his phone off of the night stand, and, without looking at the caller ID, answered the phone. “Timothy Jackson Drake’s phone, Jason speaking.”

“Why do you have his phone?” Bruce’s irritated voice came over the line.

“Because Tim’s in my bed asleep with most of my family and he left his phone on the nightstand next to the bed he sleeps in.” Jason’s voice didn’t change despite a grin forming on his face. “If something’s gone wrong at Wayne Enterprises, then shouldn’t you as the CEO be stepping up to solve it? And not your seventeen year old son.”

“You have no-” Bruce growled.

“I have no what? Room to care about my little brother? Right to care that my brothers and sisters would perish in your care?” Jason’s tone took on a deadly edge. “I have killed for less. I have killed to keep my son safe. I am not above maiming in the defense of those I love.” Jason hung up the phone and put it back down on the nightstand with a weighted sigh. He turned and the only indication he was surprised by Cass’s appearance was a slight widening to his eyes. “Hey Cass.”

Cass simply walked towards her brother and let herself slump against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him in her own display of thanks.

Jason simply rubbed circles into the older girl’s back. “I will not let him hurt any of you ever again. Harvey and I will fight tooth and nail if we have to, he has already given up his parental rights to Damian. You and Steph and Tim are just as much my siblings as you are my kids, well, you not so much a kid but you know what I mean.”

Cass shook with silent laughter and nodded. She patted Jason’s back and pulled back. She flashed him a smile before pulling him back to the rest of the family. 

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Jason smiled as Damian ran around the park with Mar’i, Jai and Iris. Damian hadn’t had many opportunities to open up to children his age, as there hadn’t been any in the league, and despite the fact that he was older than the other three the four of them got along fairly well. Jason watched as Dick fretted over the three younger kids, Wally stood beside him with a small affectionate grin on his face. Tim was riding a skateboard around the park, Bart keeping pace beside him. Cass sat with Kon while Steph, Cassie and Cissie chatted a few paces away from the other two.

Damian, Mar’i, Jai and Iris ran around the park, weaving around other patrons and laughing. Damian looked over his shoulder at the other three when he ran into someone.

“Are you okay? Oh I’m so sorry.” A girl, who was with the person Damian ran into, spoke with a French accent. She was significantly taller than her companion with long black hair, the bangs and tips of which were dyed purple, and copper coloured eyes. She fretted over both Damian and her friend, who Damian was finally taking in. Her friend was short, just a head or two taller than Damian, with blue eyes and short pink hair, part of which was pulled back into a spiky ponytail.

Damian nodded. “I’m fine.”

Mar’i, Jai and Iris, upon seeing Damian standing, turned and ran to get their fathers.

The taller girl nervously flicked her bangs out of her face before frowning. “Are you sure you’re okay? Alix doesn’t always look where she’s skating.”

The other girl, apparently named Alix, looked ready to comment when Dick and Wally approached.

“Are you okay Damian?” Dick’s tone was filled with concern while Wally hung back with the three other kids.

“I’m fine Uncle Dick.” Damian frowned, “where’s Baba?”

“He’s gathering the other three, then they’ll be over here.” Dick reassured his young brother/nephew.

Jason ran to his son and scooped him up. “Oh Kutlat Saghira. Are you okay?” He turned to look at the French teens and smiled. “Thank you for stopping to make sure he was fine.”

Alix’s eyes widened before nodding. “Yeah, uh, no problem.”

Juleka gave a shy smile and nodded. “It was the least we could do.”

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Thana stared at her friends, the three who had always had her back and the two newest additions to their ranks. She took a moment to thank Plagg and Tikki, without whom she may never have met her closest friends and allies. She took in her friends and the way that all of their outfits seemed to go together without being obnoxiously matchy-matchy.

Alix seemed to be vibrating in her shoes, which were custom made turtle shell patterned Heelys. She wore dark gray distressed jeans with a dark forest green racerback tank top. She had a black and red men’s flannel over her tank with a red beanie perched on the top of her head. She had a dark green turtle themed shoulder bag strapped across her back.

Nino, standing next to Alix, had similar shoes done in snake skin instead of turtle shell. He wore loose-fitting blue denim jeans with several snake related patches around the side seems, he had a gray collared shirt under a red sweatshirt. He had a black shoulder bag across his back, on the opposite side Alix’s was. He had his normal headphones around his head while he had a pair of black headphones atop his head.

Adrien wore black and white checkered vans with white socks. His pants were salmon with baby pink criss-crossing stripes covering them. He wore a baby pink sweater with a light gray fanny pack.

Chloé wore a layered yellow skirt with a pair of foxes chasing each other around her hem, her skirt was made up of a solid layer of yellow silk under two or three layers of tulle. She had a white crop top tank under a red knit cardigan. She had an orange coloured baguette purse at her side. She had black converse with black socks to finish off her outfit.

Kim wore a pair of black running shoes, with gray sweatpants and a white shirt. He had a red zippered hoodie on top of that. He had a tiny gray ox with a smaller black cat curled up on its back on the hem of his shirt.

Thana had a pair of black running shoes, with gray leggings and a white tank top. She had a red crop top hoodie made of the hoodie she’d received from Jason all those years ago with a few added panels. Her tank top had little depictions of the Vietnamese zodiac animals on her chest.

Alix smiled brighty. “So, Kiti, you’ll never guess who I ran into, almost literally, yesterday.”

Thana hummed in acknowledgement as she led the group to the elevator. “Who’d you run into Rùa?”

“Oh, just, your brother, his brother, and an assortment of children.” Alix grinned as Thana froze and turned to look at her.

“What?” Thana’s voice was almost too quiet to hear, prompting Kim to drape his arm across her shoulders while Nino settled his normal headphones around Thana’s neck.

Chloé stared at Adrien, her blue eyes seeming to stare into Adrien’s soul.

“Hey, Al, that maybe wasn’t the best thing to say when we’re trying to get to the lobby to go on a tour with the rest of our class.” Adrien attempted to gently tell her off, but it backfired.

“Whatever.” Alix slunk ahead of them into the elevator.

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Adrien looked at Alix forlornly as Alix chatted with Juleka. He knew he’d have to apologize eventually, he may have one fear as Monsieur Punaise (which was his partner) but he had two fears as Adrien Agreste, and they were disappointing his father and an angry Chloé Bourgeois. He shook his head and looked back at Chloé, who had a frown on her face as her eyes continued to scan the streets.

Nino fiddled with his phone as he kept pace a step behind Chloé but a step ahead of Thana and Kim. He looked to be fully absorbed in his phone but he was quick to pull Chloé away from the street a few moments before a car came whizzing past.

Their tour guide, a pleasant man who’d introduced himself as Richard, despite the fact that the bodyguard had snorted in response before neglecting to introduce himself, led them around Gotham. He pointed out all of the touristy destinations, while Thana mumbled what could be considered sad facts about each place.

Thana kept flicking her eyes to the bodyguard, there was only one Gothamite with the exact same build as their bodyguard with the same scars littering his cheeks and jaw. She was worrying the cuffs of her jacket sleeves when she heard the distinctive tap of her Uncle Ed’s cane. She whipped around to attempt to locate him, before seeing him and his tacky suit and her Uncle John and his equally as tacky suit approaching from behind Kim. She broke away from the group, causing the rest of her class (as well as the tour guide and bodyguard) to turn to stare at her as she threw herself into her Uncle Ed’s arms.

“Little Hood. It’s good to see you.” Her Uncle Ed held her close while Uncle John finally reached the duo.

“Hey Mini Todd.” Her Uncle John ruffled her hair before settling an arm around Ed’s shoulders.

The three reunited for a moment under the watchful eyes of the class’ bodyguard, Thana’s friends, and Marinette’s class. Kim pulled out his phone to take a picture to send to his Mẹ, because she had asked for any updates on Thana’s family situation. Nino took a picture to send to Thana, because he knew she’d want to have photographic evidence of when she reunited with her two of her uncles.

“I missed you two so much.” Thana whispered into Ed’s neck while John settled his hand on the back of Thana’s head.

“We missed you too.” John assured their niece, he knew that she’d had doubts about whether or not they had actually missed her as much as she’d missed them, and he hated her father for giving her that complex every day.

Lila let out a blood-curdling scream before appearing to tremble as she pointed at the trio. “Marinette is hugging The Riddler and Scarecrow!” Lila then proceeded to pretend to faint, luckily for her Alya was right there to catch her, unluckily for her everyone else was focused on their classmate and that fact that she appeared to have tears streaming down her cheeks.

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Triple Threat Drabble: The Stranger

Here it is, the drabble I said I’d share with you guys! I’ve done a sort of hybrid thing with this where there are one or two images integrated into the text that are basically like comic panels. (think Diary of a Wimpy Kid but hopefully more classy.) So make sure you pay attention to them as you read! 

Also, this is a work in progress. So please don’t judge it too harshly :) 

Hope you guys enjoy this! 

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Sonic was not a slow eater. He hadn't been one as a child, and at age seventeen he certainly wasn't one now. The hedgehog rarely spent more than a few minutes to inhale his food during lunch period. Today was no different— after making quick work of the cafeteria's lasagna, Sonic had pushed his plate aside and was now settled with his left leg comfortably draped on top of his right, one hand fiddling with his shoelace. 

Across the table from him sat his friend, Knuckles the Echidna. Knuckles, who was one of the slowest eaters Sonic had ever seen, still had half his meal on his tray and was gradually picking away at a small bunch of grapes. "Probably." His eyes stayed on his hands as he smiled. "I don't think it'll be too bad, though; I'm looking forward to the history paper."

Sonic smirked. "I bet you are. I wonder what you'll write about this time. Maybe"—he cocked an eyebrow—"the ancient echidnas?"

"How'd you guess?" Knuckles smile widened as he dropped the now-empty grape stem onto his tray. Then he sighed, stretching his shoulders back. "I doubt the library has any new books on the topic, though. Seriously, they need an upgrade."

“Man, you're telling me. The other day, I—!" Sonic's thought was suddenly cut short.  If you had asked him what he'd just been talking about, he probably couldn't have told you. 

"No way..."

Something, or rather someone, had caught his attention— someone on the opposite side of the cafeteria, who had just sat down at a faraway table perpendicular to Sonic's position. 

It was a male hedgehog— that much was obvious. Looking at him, Sonic could make out his dark jeans, white t-shirt, and thin red-and-black striped flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The stranger sat, seemingly in silence, listening to a white female bat sitting across from him. 

None of this was what made Sonic stare, however; it was his quills.

Their coloring wasn't necessarily unnatural for a hedgehog, but it was certainly unusual. They were black, the top of each quill traced by a long red stripe. Sonic had never seen anything like them. 

Except that he had-- several times. He'd seen them in his dream. 

"Hey, Sonic! You ok?"

Knuckles words yanked Sonic out of his trance and back into the buzzing world of the lunch room. "Wha—? Oh, sorry man. Heh, guess I kinda zoned out for a second."

"What were you staring at?" Knuckles turned in his seat to scan the room behind him. 

"Nothing!" The word flew out of Sonic's mouth much quicker than he would have liked. He quickly brushed it off with a shrug. "I just remembered something I gotta do before lunch is over. I'd better run—see you later, alright?"

Knuckles looked like he didn't quite believe him. "What do you gotta do?"

Sonic’s face smiled as his brain racked for an answer. "Uh, homework. Never ends, am I right?"

Now it was Knuckles turn to smirk. "Heh, right." He picked up his mini milk carton and took a swig. "Well, good luck. I'll see you in fifth."

"Later, Knux!" Sonic grinned and picked up his tray from the table, keeping his movements casual as he made his way to the garbage cans. Behind his calm exterior, however, Sonic's mind was racing. It was a coincidence. It was a weird coincidence. But that's all it could be, right? Just a really weird, off-putting coincidence that meant nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. 

So why was he so antsy all of a sudden? 

Frankly, Sonic didn't even know why he had left Knuckles in such a hurry with that dumb fib about homework. What was he hoping to do? Was he planning to talk to the Weird-Coincidence Guy? 

Well… it wasn't the worst idea. 

Sonic's eyes flicked upwards from his tray; the black-and-red hedgehog was easy to pick out now that he knew he was there. Sonic's hands moved automatically, scraping his plates as he kept his eyes fixed on the stranger. The white bat across from him finished her sentence, waved, and then left, walking out through the cafeteria's main double doors. The black hedgehog watched her leave, a soda can held tightly in his hands. He barely moved at all.  

Sonic dropped his plate unceremoniously into the designated bin. Now that the idea had entered his mind, he couldn’t shake it: he had to talk to him. As nonchalantly as he could, Sonic began weaving around chairs, backpacks and tables, gradually making his way to the strange hedgehog. 

He was practically on top of him now. Sonic stopped walking, the black hedgehog a mere four feet ahead of him. He was facing away, hands still holding that soda can. Without so much as a second thought, Sonic smiled and said the first, most natural thing that came to his mind: “Hey!” 

What happened next was the last thing Sonic had expected. The black hedgehog turned at his voice, saw him, and froze. His face paled and his eyes went wide. Something like an electric shock seemed to go through him, and the can in his hands crunched.  

Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiing! The five-minute bell shouted rudely across the cafeteria, startling them both, and they were drowned in a wave of standing students. The black hedgehog was instantly blocked from view as three hundred teenagers, Human and Animal, began gathering their things and preparing to leave for classes. 

“H-hey, wait a sec!” Sonic tried to see past the masses of knees and elbows, but quickly found that to be useless. He wasn’t one to give up easily, however; in seconds, Sonic had jumped onto the nearest table and was craning his neck to see over the sea of heads. Where could that guy have gone so quickly? Suddenly—there! Sonic barely caught sight of striped flannel as its wearer ducked around the corner of an adjacent hallway.

"Hey, dude, wait up!" Sonic was down in a flash. After shoving his way through the crowd he sprinted into the hall just as his target ran left down another. He called after him. "Yo, black hedgehog!" It became a game of cat and mouse as they chased each other down seemingly countless hallways and past endless classrooms. Sonic was fast on the track—the fastest in the state, in fact— but somehow this guy kept eluding him with all his constant turns. 

Sonic finally whipped right around the ten-billionth corner only to come to an abrupt halt— the hallway ended just twenty feet in front of him. Sonic looked over his shoulder, then back at the dead end. He was positive this was the direction the hedgehog had dodged... so where did he go? 

"Hello? Uh, you down here, man?" Sonic slowly walked forward as his question echoed in the empty hall. "I just wanna talk for a second."

Silence. 

Then out of nowhere a blur of movement slammed into Sonic's chest, smashing him against a line of lockers. Sonic's breath was knocked out of him, and it took him a second to realize what had happened: standing there, with his forearm crushing Sonic’s ribs, was the black hedgehog. His eyes were mere inches away from his own. They were a bight crimson— to Sonic's astonishment, the color he expected them to be— with a ferocious, wild expression in them. There was also the depth of something that Sonic couldn’t quite name. 

"Why are you following me?” he demanded. 

Sonic’s hands flew up like a man held at gunpoint. "Woah, dude! Chill! I'm … I'm sorry!” It was still difficult to breathe. "I'm just… I just wanna… wanna talk!"

They stood there locked in place for a moment, both hedgehogs panting. A minute passed, and gradually something seemed to shift in the black hedgehog's eyes. He glanced downward at the arm that pinned Sonic, then back up at the hedgehog's face. Then he backed a few paces, his hands lowering to his sides. 

Sonic pushed himself off the lockers and rubbed his chest. "Wow, you hit hard! You play football or something?" He gave the guy a smile. "Sorry. I probably really weirded you out back there—I said hi, but then the bell rang and you ran off and—"

"And you chased me." The hedgehog's voice was deeper than Sonic's when he spoke, with a sharp edge to it. The guy looked close to graduating— frankly, with his stern face, he barely looked like he belonged in high school at all. His arms moved to cross in front of his chest. "What do you want?" 

"Uh..." Sonics brain suddenly froze. In that moment he realized that beyond his first hello, he hadn't actually thought of what he wanted to say to this guy. "I… I'm not sure. I just wanted to say hi, I guess." 

"Why?"

"Well, um... aw, shoot, this sounds really stupid now." Sonic's smile turned sheepish. "I wanted to talk 'cause… you look kinda familiar?" 

Other than a slight eyebrow raise, the black hedgehog didn’t move. His voice dripped with contempt. "Where on earth would I have met you before?" 

"Heh, funny you should ask." Sonic shoved his thumbs in his pockets. "Uh, how long've you been at the school?"

"Three weeks." 

Sonic did a double take. “Wait— really? Like, it's your first semester? But… you look like a senior." 

"And?" 

"Oh, I dunno... I guess thats just kinda rare, you know? New seniors? I'm a junior, myself." Sonic smiled, but the black hedgehog didn't flinch. He cleared his throat. "Well, anyway… You really do look super familiar to me. It's kinda freaky, actually."

The dark hedgehog's eyes narrowed. "And why would you say that?"

Sonic wasn't sure what reaction he'd been waiting for— maybe a good laugh, if anything— but it certainly wasn't what the black hedgehog was doing now. His shoulders hitched, fingers digging into his forearms. Even more surprising was his face; it had that same haunted look Sonic had glimpsed before— back in the cafeteria, right when the stranger had first seen him. 

And then all at once it was gone, replaced by the earlier scowl. "That's ridiculous.” 

Sonic’s hand dropped down from where it had been resting behind his head. “Um… yeah. Yeah, it is.”

They stood there in a heavy silence. The black hedgehog drummed his fingers against his arm. “Is that all?”  

Sonic stared back at him. “… Yes.” 

The other hedgehog looked at Sonic a moment longer, annoyed expression unchanging. Then with a ‘hmph’, he turned away abruptly, walking back towards the hallway through which they had come. 

Sonic watched him leave. He felt the urge to say something, but nothing came to mind. Well, that was weird. What had he been expecting though, really? The whole reason for him talking to the guy was weird to begin with. It was funny; though Sonic was usually very confident around strangers, this whole conversation— which he himself had initiated— had made even him uncomfortable. 

Sonic began to turn the in the opposite direction to head to his own class— only find himself staring at the dead-end hallway again. Whoops. There was only one other way to go. 

The black hedgehog’s ear perked as footsteps echoed behind him, and he turned his head sharply. Sonic’s hands shot back up in the air again upon being caught. “Sorry, ignore me—my class is this way too.” 

The stranger glared at Sonic a moment, then turned back and kept walking. Sonic waited a second, allowing for some space, then continued on behind. 

There was almost no other sound as the two of them made their way down the hall. Sonic slipped his thumbs back into his pockets, trying not to look at the stranger. Eventually, he let his eyes drift to the back of the hedgehog’s head. What was up with the guy, anyway? He sure was a tough nut to crack— tougher than even Knuckles had been when they’d first met, and that was saying something. This guy refused to be warmed up in any way, shape, or form. Sonic had nothing to work with here, and it left him at a loss. 

Eventually Sonic couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “Hey,” he ventured, “sorry I got on your nerves back there."

If the other hedgehog heard him, he gave no sign of it.

A few more seconds passed. Sonic took a breath. "I probably shouldn’t have bothered you. It was kinda silly to say anything at all, to be honest. I probably wouldn’t’ve, either, if I’d only had the dream once. It's just weird, you know? ‘Cause I don’t even know you, but this guy that looks exactly like you is in the dream every single time, along with that other hedgehog—”  

“I don’t care!” 

Instantly, the black hedgehog was in Sonic’s face. Teeth bared, fangs showing, a threatening finger nearly stabbed Sonic in the eye. “I’m going to say this once, Blue Hedgehog. I don’t care about your dreams. I don’t care if I was in it, or that white hedgehog, or you, or anybody! And I’m tired of hearing about it.” 

They stood there a moment, with Sonic for once in his life standing perfectly still. The black hedgehog’s finger lowered as he growled. “Are we clear?” 

With the finger out of his face, Sonic slowly straightened. Ok, talking more was definitely not going to take any tension out of the air. He opened his mouth to give a simple reply. 

Then something clicked. “Wait... How did you know the hedgehog was white?”

The scowl on the stranger’s face faded slightly, the air seeming to still. “What?” he breathed. 

“The other hedgehog,” said Sonic, "I never mentioned what color his fur was.” Now he leaned forward, studying the stranger. He met his eyes. "How did you know it was white?”

The stranger gave no response. The blood had slowly drained from his face, leaving it ghostly pale as his mouth hung open wordlessly. 

Then suddenly his face clenched, and a hand jerked out to slap Sonic away. “Enough!” 

He dashed off. It took Sonic a second to recover from the unexpected shove. “Wha- Hey, dude, wait!" He sprinted around the corner ahead. "Where are you going—?!"

The black hedgehog was gone. 

Sonic stood staring blankly down the empty hallway.  What the heck? Thoughts swirled around his brain—half of them were questions, and the other half were answers that didn’t make sense. He leaned his left arm against the rough brick wall next to him. 

Had “white” simply been a guess? A stab in the dark? Was that the color everybody thought of when they pictured the average hedgehog? 

Or did he know, too?

Another blaring brrrring! from the bell startled Sonic out of his thoughts. “Aw, shoot.” He was late for chemistry. He took off at a sprint. 

A few minutes later, Sonic would come rushing through his classroom door. He wouldn’t remember that he needed to grab his textbook from his locker until he was already inside. No excuse would be given when when his teacher scolded him, declaring solemnly that being the school’s track star did not justify him arriving late to class. Later, when everyone was paired up for experiments, Tails would ask him where he’d been; cutting it close was normal for Sonic, but arriving seven minutes after the bell was not. Sonic would hesitate a moment. Then he’d give his best friend a smile, ruffling the fur on his head. “It’s not really important,” he’d say, “no worries. Let’s just get these reactions done.” 

Hours later, in dark of his bedroom, Sonic would still be thinking about that black hedgehog. 

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FANGAN CHARACTER DESIGNS YO HOLLER

I have been encouraged to post some of my fangan peeps' appearances and I shall do so with gratitude

Baiko Omori - Ultimate Lucky Student

Fitting his talent, Baiko looks average. His skin is tan from working in the sun and under his clothes, he is built quite wiry. He has an oval face and clean skin. His slim lips are always curved into a mysterious, blank smile and has a small, straight nose; the rest of his facial features are hidden by his bangs. He has rectangular, attentive, deep and soft blue eyes that display his emotions very clearly.

Baiko wears a dark blue turtleneck sweater and a used-looking light brown trench coat with a stand-up collar and big buttons that reaches his knees. Latter belonged to his grandfather. The collar of the turtleneck conceals an old scar across his throat that was stretched as he grew. He wears straight dark brown suit pants and shiny brown business shoes. He also carries a golden pocketwatch around his neck.

Baiko has long, dark brown hair and his slightly-tousled bangs reach over his eyes and up to the middle of the bridge of his nose. His hair dips a little into the collar of his coat, then bends and continues outside of the collar until his waist. He has an ahoge which curls to a square with soft edges.

Ei Hagakure - Ultimate Ghost Whisperer

Ei is a tall and lanky girl. She has dark skin and in her underweight phases, her bone structure becomes visible. She has a long face with half-closed eyes that make her look smug. Ei has three earlobe piercings on each ear. There are a hanging golden star and moon, a glob of green goo, an eyeball, a cartoon ghost, dango-like puffy balls colored gradient purple and a button.

Ei has dark-brown, almost black, frizzly hair that she keeps in two big buns on her head. Strands are falling into her face and framing her jaw. Inside her two buns, she keeps the antennas of her gear. They extend when she is scared.

Ei wears a lab coat that she has dyed pink. The symbol of her university is printed on the coat's lapel. Under her coat, she wears a loose t-shirt with a light-blue and yellow batik design that is stuffed in her pants. Her sweatpants-like pants are dark purple with a sand-colored strap and (the area on the end of a sweatpants where it tightens around the leg).

Ei's ghost detection device hangs around her neck. It is a vintage lunchbox with a surreal motto on it. One side is filled with a monitor, the other with three speed-indicator-like displays and a foldable keyboard.

Etsuya Iwata - Ultimate Opera Singer

Etsuya has an average body build and a slim face. He wears make-up, dark lilac-blue eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. He also added an artificial beauty mark above his upper lip. Etsuya has brown, rectangular eyes, so dark that they seem black.

As for clothing, Etsuya wears a mix of costumes for his roles. He wears a white loose shirt which is stuffed inside a dark red long and wide skirt with a golden vine pattern. A golden, glittery matador jacket is draped over his shoulders. A tag saying “Prop for: Etsuya Iwata'' is attached to its collar. Additionally, he wears dark brown slippers.

He has blond hair and styles it to round, big curls into a ponytail. A rose is tucked behind his ear.

(Etsuya is kinda just entirely based on the opera "Carmen" aksjjs)

Hideaki Yukiyama - Ultimate Mathematician

Hideaki is a small, thin boy. He has a round face and big, circular bright green eyes. He has a button nose and is usually seen with a wide grin. Hideaki styles his red hair to part in the middle and stick to the side like a clown or an owl.

Hideaki’s daily attire consists of a button-up shirt that looks three sizes too big for his frame, shorts and mid-calf high socks. The shirt is half black and half white, the black part is made out of velvet and has arithmetic operators in all colors and sizes on them. A cheap squirting prank flower is attached to the collar. His socks are green and red striped. His shorts and shoes are part of the uniform of his boarding school, his shorts are therefore strictly gray and straight and his shoes neatly shiny black.

(tbh I'm not satisfied with Hideaki's design yet. His early design was way too bright and chaotic but this one is kinda.... too dark and gray when I imagine Hideaki? I can recolor the shirt in also green/red but I fear that that's too much on the eye??? Idk man I'm an absolute fashion disaster and so is Hideaki am9sjehe)

Ichini - Ultimate Robotics Engineer

To be honest, I have a vision of Ichini but I don't have details since I haven't really done much with robots before. What I know that Ichini is absolutely massive and mostly uses angled shapes. Xe is a robot from the neck down. Xe has square, bulging shoulders, thick arms and giant hands. Instead of feet, xe just has flat metal clumps. In general, xe is very unproportional, wide torso, slim hips, short legs, also considering that xir head is still human and way too small for the rest of xir body. Xir hair is jet black with a cyan stripe, it's styled into one giant spike or multiple spikes that stand up from the back of xir head.

Jun Nagao - Ultimate Escapologist

Jun is of nearly average build, just a little thinner and smaller. His complexion is sickly. He has a round face. Due to his facioplegia, his expression is always stern, almost annoyed. His thin, straight eyebrows, slim lips and empty, light-gray eyes play a role in that. His brown hair is shaven. At the back of his head is a bald spot where the weapon hit that knocked him unconscious.

(The same weapon (probably a bat, a pipe or a baton) caused his head injury that lead to the paralysis of his face. It was the first abduction incident.)

He wears a long-sleeve shirt which is a bit oversized and of a yellow that almost seems dirty. The sleeves end in black leather and have a leather strip with a small buckle attached to them. The leather ends are folded up as not to hinder Jun's hands. The sleeves can be fixated like a straitjacket like a belt on several points on his chest and back, the other straps lined up in two rows like trench coat buttons. The leather looks used.

His tight pants are black and gray striped, horizontally but swirling down his legs. They're held up by an old brown leather belt with metal-rimmed holes on the entirety of it. On each belt loop hangs a different type of lock. Jun wears a chain around his neck like a necklace. The keys hanging from the chain fit the locks on his hip. In between the keys, two bobby pins can also be found.

He wears clunky-looking black boots that reach a little over his ankle, so that the ends of his pant legs disappear in the shoe. The black and yellow shoelaces are tied strangely and differently on each boot.

Kaida Tsutsumi - Ultimate Stock Broker

Kaida is small for her age and has inherited the classic looks of her family: slim, blonde hair and semi-rimless glasses. Her hair is cropped short and parted to a formal side parting. Her clothes are very formal as well: She wears a full, dark green suit, a white shirt and a tie that is held in place by a silver tie pin.

(Hm, I feel like Kaida needs more details in her designs and I really don't know what since they gotta relate to her talent somewhat.)

Kyo Kido - Ultimate Horror Author

Kyo is tall but his bent posture decreases his height. Though he is lanky, he has broad shoulders that don't quite fit him.

Kyo has a long face with slim features and high cheekbones. There are dark circles from tiredness under his white eyes. His hair is straight and dark blue; one side of his head is shaven, the other grown out to his shoulder.

He wears very casual clothing, a black t-shirt with a grey skull on the breast pocket stuffed into black ripped jeans, and worn, dirty white sneakers. Over the t-shirt, he wears a blue checkered flannel shirt. The t-shirt and jeans have strange red stains on them.

(idk if I'll add that as "OfFicIaL" but I just had the most random thought, what if the stains were soup stains that didn't wash out and that's why he doesn't like soup kjwjeheehe, everyone is like "Oh my God, that's probably blood on his clothes, eek, that's so creepy!" and Kyo is just standing there with his soup stains)

Maxis von Läuterbach - Ultimate Knight

Maxis is tall and wiry, however, seems slender. Because they are half-German, half-Novoselic, their complexion is accordingly Caucasian. They have yellow eyes with slits which makes them look dragon-like. They also have a big hawk nose and slim lips. Their hair is of a rather dirty blond, reaches to their chin and is parted in the middle. A golden circlet is placed on their brow.

Maxis' outfit is inspired by German medieval fashion and is mostly in blue and green. They wear a light blue tunic with a damask pattern and a golden belt where they keep their sheathed sword, a long cape, tight leggins, and loose brown leather boots.

(For reference, I searched up some medieval clothing, found this and took inspiration from the guy with the green cape in the bottom right corner. Fun fact, that guy is labeled with "Fürst" which translates to "prince", so yeah even in their clothing, Maxis goes full "You have reached the house of unrecognized talent.")

Miyoko Iwata - Ultimate DJ

Miyoko dresses in loose, mostly white clothing that is splattered with neon green, blue, yellow and pink paint. Her outfit consists of an old jeans jacket, a loose top, and wide ripped pants. She has styled her white hair into many independent ponytails. Most of her face, meaning half of her forehead, her eyes, and half of her cheeks, are covered by her visor. It is a black display with a white rim that displays kaomoji-like eyes in correspondence to her current mood. She has brightly painted nails.

(Yeah, Miyoko just goes >o<. Also when she is so utterly disappointed by something that she doesn't even have words for it, I imagine her visor just displays "......" Also I may or may not have stolen that visor idea and design from Godot from Ace Attorney but yeah, I did.)

Rokuro Nakatani - Ultimate Fraud

Rokuro has a slim, femininely shaped body and a chiseled face. He has slick black hair, one strand is falling into his face. In the style of a true con man, he wears a black suit without a tie and a long coat with a fur collar over his shoulders. His eyes are colored like emeralds and there is always a smug smile on his thin lips. Rokuro wears elaborate earrings and a myriad of big rings with gemstones set in them.

Shiori Ishimaru-Owada - Ultimate Team Captain

Shiori is tall and is built athletically, so she has broad shoulders and is decently muscular. She has an angular face, round eyes and short bushy eyebrows. Her eye color is a sort of pinkish. She has thin faded cut scars on her entire face. Her hair is brown-blackish, sorta shaggy and tamed into the stump of a ponytail. Bangs still fall in her face.

Shiori is dressed according to her talent and mostly in the colors of her ice hockey team: blue and orange. She wears a training jacket with the name of her team on the front and her surname and her number, 11, on the back, orange sport shorts which expose her toned legs, blue sneakers and a simple white shirt.

In addition, she has an elastic sport bandage around her left ankle and blue boxing bandages around her wrists and palms.

Tamae Shiroma - Ultimate Whistleblower

Tamae is a small, chubby girl. She is snuggled into comfortable clothing: a dark blue hoodie, black sweatpants and sneakers. She mostly wears her hood up and under it, a baseball cap that she can pull into her face to hide it. Under her cap, some of her locks spring out onto her forehead. Her hair is dyed lightly purple and she has an undercut at whose sides the dye is fading and her natural hair color, black, is coming through. Most of her hair is hidden under her cap though.

She has a round face, a big nose and squinting ink-black eyes. Her eyebrows aren't dyed and bushy and slightly bent upwards.

[criticizing-blogger]

Fudge

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: cursing, gore

Word count: 3423

In a small, snowy town of Minnesota, a black Chevy impala drives into a motel parking lot and settles into an empty spot up front. Two men, brothers, stepped out. The driver was a shorter man with a crew cut style;  his hair a straight, dark blond, matching his smooth forehead to his strong cheekbones and chiseled jawline. His eyes were hues of a forest, an earthy green that revives grass from the harsh winter. His stature is short, a brown shirt covered with a black and red flannel and that covered by a brown, leather jacket as his pants were blue going over his brown boots.

The passenger was tall, taller than his brother. His hair was shaggy brown and long, shoulder length to be exact but brought wonders to his features. The man’s eyes were the softest of brown, infused with a deep green as if he held a forest inside them. He wore a blue and white flannel with a grey, denim jacket. Pants were a light blue and like the other man, they, too, covered his dark brown boots.

The two looked at each other before walking into the motel. The bell on the entrance door jingled signaling the employees that customers were walking in. A plump, ederly woman who stood behind the check-in counter smiled and greeted them. “Welcome. Bed for one?”

“N-no...we’re not….we’re not together.” The taller man of the two stuttered.

“It’s okay sweetie. No need to be ashamed. We don’t judge here.” .

“Yeah, no need to be ashamed, honey.” The short man spoke as he spanked the taller man, grinning in amusement.

He gave his brother a look of annoyance. She gave them 2 sets of keys and he grabbed one before walking off.

“He's something, isn't he?” He winked and walked away with his key. 

The brothers walk out of the building and towards their shared room. Walking in, the walls are a dark, plain green with brown wood trims and the flooring white carpet. By the door to the room was a mahogany desk with a small, black desk lamp on top, a painting of a forest hung above. A dresser, the same color as the desk, stood against the wall with a small green dining table and matching chairs beside it. Across the table on the other side of the room were two separate beds with an end table in between and a large lamp on top. On the far side of the room across the entryway stood a door to the small bathroom. 

The bathroom, on the other hand, consists of a small, white sink on a grained counter top, the sink cabinet matching the dresser. A white toilet sat on the black and white tile floor, towels neatly folded on a silver rack above.  And next to the toilet was an off colored white bathtub with a few unknowable light brown stains on the sides; white tiles stuck to the walls and a silver showerhead attached above.  The bathroom walls are beige.

Dean slams the door shut and drops his bag onto the bed closest to the entry. He rummages through the bag grabbing out a black and white suit and a gun. Sam does the same before walking into the bathroom to change as his brother changes in the main room.

 “Witnesses first?” Sam shouts.

“You can question witnesses,” Dean spoke, fully decked out in his suit as Sam was when he walked out of the bathroom. “I’ll check out the crime scene.” 

Both men tuck their guns into the back of their pants and the fake FBI badges in their front suit jacket pockets. The same routine they do in almost every case. With their feet covered by white socks with black dress shoes, guns and badges ready, they headed out the door and to the first crime scene.

The small parking lot of the only hardware store in town, had attracted plenty of locals who stood behind yellow tape and two police officers at each end keeping them in line. Police cars and ambulances swarmed the outside, officers questioning witnesses all the while the EMTs checked for injuries. Despite the lot being small, Sam and Dean were able to maneuver around everyone. They found the sheriff talking to the owner of the store. 

“Excuse us, sheriff.” Dean spoke causing the man to look up from his phone.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked, putting his device away.

They pulled out their badges from their front pockets flipping them open. “I’m Agent Page and my partner here is Agent Young. Can we ask what happened here?”

The sheriff squints his eyes at the fake I.D.s and sighs. “According to crazy Doreen-” pointing a finger at an elderly lady with an annoyed officer watching her- “there were small men walking out of the store wearing bloody clothes and holding tools stolen from inside.”

“Mind if I check it out?” Dean asked. The sheriff gestured towards the store.

Sam stayed to talk to the man while Dean went inside to check out the scene. The first thing he noticed was splatters of blood over the walls and counter where the checkout counter is. He carefully leaned over the counter so as to not get blood on his suit or mess up evidence, his eyes roamed over the area to see a man dead, multiple stab wounds to the chest. He leaned back away from the counter to look over it. Smack dead in the middle of the blood splatter was a tiny handprint; as small as a child almost. Dean took out his cell and shot a picture and sent it to Sam.

Turning away he looked down at the floor for any further evidence. The blood hadn’t gone too far as most of it laid where the man is. Less clean up he supposed even though he knew it wasn’t the time to make jokes but does it anyways. Dean kept walking throughout the store. Nothing could be spotted on the floor. Even the shelves didn’t show signs of anything supernatural. They just looked ransacked. 

But something shiny caught the man’s attention from the corner of his eye. A bell. A small, gold bell. He walks towards then bends down to pick the object up. As it sat between his thumb and index finger, he slowly inspected the object. What the hell, he thought. Unfortunately he couldn't think further as his ears picked up the sound of footsteps coming up from behind. Dean quickly stood and turned only to let out a sigh of relief. It was just his brother.

“What did you find?” Sam asked, noticing Dean a little tense.

Dean opened his palm and showed him the bell. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He picked it up to inspect it. As it is just a bell, nothing more. He pockets it and starts to tell Dean what the elderly lady had said. “According to Doreen, when she was walking past the store, she saw little men walking out with sets of tools covered in blood, the same for their clothes. Apparently they were wearing red and green striped pointed hats that contained bells on top, the shirt and pants matched and the shoes were pointed upwards on the end of them, also with bells on top.”

Dean looked at him like he didn’t believe any of the words that just came out of his mouth. And he doesn’t believe Sam. “So dwarves? You’re saying dwarves. Like Santa’s little elves.”

“I-uh, I mean, I guess,” he shrugs as he rubs the back of his neck realizing the elderly woman might actually be crazy just as the sheriff said.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Does any other witness say anything actually useful?”

Sam shook his head. 

“So no one else saw elves? Not even Rudolph?” Dean sarcastically spoke, making it Sam’s turn to roll his eyes. “Come on, let's go.”

Dean sat in his car parked in front of a small house with the window rolled down talking, no, flirting to a woman while Sam sat inside a house talking to the family of the dead employee from the hardware store. The woman, Dean learned whose name is (y/n), was trying her hardest not to laugh at his failed attempt of flirting with her. Which, he was epically failing and miserably. 

“Okay dude. Look, you’re cute and all but you are literally the walking cliche of James Dean. I’m not interested.” she spoke before walking off just as Sam was coming out of the house having heard everything and chuckling. 

“That was awesome.” he states getting into the impala.

“Oh shut up,” spoke  Dean, annoyed, as he started the car and drove off. “What did they say?”

“According to the mother, nobody told her and her husband that their son is dead. The sheriff said that the guy, whose name was Greg, died sometime around six this morning. And despite it being several hours later, they never got a call.”

“Anything useful?”

“She said that Greg had been seeing little men for about three days and shrugged it off as drinking too much. It seriously sounds like elves.”

“Yeah, no. There is no such thing as elves.” Dean spoke, obviously still not believing Sam.

“Do you remember the case with the girl that was in a coma and her dad was reading her fairy tales?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“What if this is something similar except the whole disney sugar coating? Like how the mice were turning into servants and how Cinderella was being abused by her stepmother except this time it's elves.” Sam explains.

“Unless they’re dwarves from Lord of the Rings, I’m not buying it.”

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Seven in the morning rolled around when a bedside alarm goes off. A hand reaches out and slams the top of it shutting it off. Yawning, (y/n) pulls back the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed and stretches. She gets up and walks out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to do her business. When finished, she walked back into her room changing into some black leggings with a red sweater and white socks. After changing she walked downstairs putting on her black boots lined with white fur and a dark red double lapel jacket. She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

The weather outside was freezing causing her to slightly shiver. The ground is covered with pure white snow. Her boots leave small prints in the snow from the front door to her vehicle. She quickly gets into her car and lets it run for a few minutes before turning the heat on and leaving. She was used to the cold weather as she has lived in Minnesota for most of her life so the snow didn’t bother her.

The first place she headed for was the small cafe in town where she had breakfast almost every morning. The owner, Mrs. Smith has lived here for all her life and the cafe was passed down generation to generation. (Y/n) has known her since she moved here with her parents when she was younger. Mrs. Smith used to babysit her when her parents had to work. They were close and still are to this very day. The cafe has changed interior multiple times over the years as to keep up with modern times. But the outside has never changed. 

By the time (y/n) has arrived and walked into the building, her usual breakfast consists of fried egg, bacon and cheese on a toasted bagel, a bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal with sliced bananas and black coffee, in her spot she claims as hers in the far corner of the building in the booth. It was her favorite spot as she could watch customers for inspiration for her writings.

While she ate and watched people come and go, two men in black suits came in, taking a seat a couple booths away from her. One of them, the same one she talked to, well, technically watched him fail at flirting with her yesterday, caught her eye. He puts on a charming smile fixing his jacket while he says something to the other guy, who seemed amused to see him fail again, and made his way over to the woman. 

He sits across from her. “Morning.”

“Morning, Agent.” she smiles, leaning back into her seat, waiting to watch him fail for the second time.

“I think there’s something wrong with my eyes. I just can’t seem to take them off of you.” 

She couldn’t help but snort while she took a sip of her hot coffee.

“Boy, that coffee looks hot. Just like,” Dean started before sheepishly saying, “hi.”

That caused her to raise her eyebrows. “Okay, now that was kind of adorable.”

Dean perked up. “So, did it work?”

She stood up, her breakfast finished. “Nope.” And with that, she walked out of the cafe with an amusing grin on her face. Dean’s mouth was open with shock. He’s never been rejected by a woman in years. Especially twice. He lets out a groan before closing his mouth and sitting at the same table Sam currently sat at. Sam was grinning letting out chuckles at his older brother’s failure.

“Oh shut up.” Dean told him as he grabbed a menu covering his red face of embarrassment while he looked for food. “So, what did you find from research last night?”

Sam who already knew what he wanted to eat pulled out his laptop from his computer bag and placed it in front of him. “According to Wikipedia, in Germanic mythology, a dwarf is a human-shaped, usually bearde, entity that dwells in mountains and in the earth and is variously associated with wisdom, smithing, mining, and crafting. But in this case, it's around Christmas time so instead of it being dwarves, we could be dealing with elves.”

Dean deadpanned and looked at the man across from him. “Please for the love of Chuck, you’re joking.”

Sam shook his head.

“I thought elves were supposed to be nice. Not all murdery.”

Sam shrugs. “I think at this point from all the shit we thought wasn’t possible, this goes along with it.”

“But why would elves start killing people and taking hammers and shovels and whatever else?” Dean spoke confused as hell. 

The only thing Sam could come up with is, well, he couldn’t come up with anything as they never went through something even remotely close to this. They didn’t have much to go on since they only talked to very few people and saw one crime scene. He already knew this odd case was gonna take more than a few days unlike most of the ones they have been on. 

“Sam sighed. “I don’t know. We need to look at the other scenes and see what happened there. Like the one lumber yard.” 

Before Dean could say anything, a waitress came up and asked them if they were ready to eat. Dean ordered a large, meaty breakfast, something likely to give you a heart attack if you ate enough of it while Sam got something small and healthy so he could keep his physique up. She wrote it all down, eyes widening when Dean spoke what he wanted and giving Sam a flirty smile as she took the meus from his hand, letting their fingers touch before letting them know she’ll be back with coffee and walks away with an extra sway of her hips. Dean watched her backside as she walked away till he couldn’t no more. He looked at his brother eyebrows raising up and down and smirking at him. “She’s hot.”

He just ignored Dean’s behavior as he was used to it. 

“Dude! You should go for her.” Dean states.

“No thanks.”

“Oh come on, you need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re so tense all the time.”

Sam looked at his brother with annoyance and rolled his eyes. “Last I checked, saving lives is more important than getting some.”

“If you won’t have her, I will,” Dean grins. “What happened at the lumber yard?”

Sam pulled up the local newspaper, called Morning News written on top in huge black letters, on his laptop. Everything that had happened over the last several days here covered a good part of the first page. On the left column showed rebuilding the bridge that connects the two surrounding towns as it was falling apart and unsafe to drive on. It didn’t give an estimate of how much it would cost to demolish it, which Sam knew was gonna be expensive, but to build another was gonna be much, much more. 

On the right column was a ten-year-old boy being awarded for selling the most chocolate in time for the holidays. He won a two hundred and fifty dollar gift card and got to leave school to go to any restaurant for lunch. He remembers middle school used to do that but he was never able to because of his father, John Winchester. He would’ve liked to do normal activities growing up, and still does, but with the line of work they do, he can only do so many normal things every other human gets to do. Otherwise, nothing of importance.

And on the bottom of the page showed the weather for the next seven, cold and snowy. No sun or warmth which of course is normal with it being winter. Before Sam could get off topic in his thoughts, he read the column of the murders until it told him to turn to page nine. The whole entire page, he notices, was covered about the murders of two men but three crime scenes. Sam didn’t bother reading the few paragraphs of the scene at the hardware store. Next, it showed what may have happened at the lumber yard which apparently happened first before the hardware store as the man who chopped wood there was found with an axe in the back of his head.

“So it says here a man, Finn Huckle, was found at three am two days hunched over the tree stump. His legs hacked and an axe stuck in the back of his head as his body laid over the tree stump he was using to shop wood. It looked like a regular murder accoring to the police until they saw Finn holding a pointy hat in his hand. It looked like he tried fighting back because he had skin under his nails. But when the lab tested it, the skin didn’t belong to anybody. Like whoever, or whatever, did this, doesn’t exist. However, at the last scene, at a children's park, in the sand box was a large, gaping hole with what they know is snow, surrounding the area.”

Dean took everything his brother said in. This was definitely something they haven’t dealt with, even heard of. But Sam says he thinks its elves seem to be making more sense, oddly to him, the more they learn what's happening in town. But why elves? Weren’t they supposed to be nice and make presents for good boys and girls? This case seems to be getting odder and odder. 

“Say it is elves, did they lose their mojo or something? Maybe they ran out of alcohol. I’d be all grumpy if I ran out of alcohol and had to deal with shit ton of kids.” Dean spoke gruffly.

Sam suddenly perked up, an idea as to why, if it is elves, acting dangerous. “What if they were hit with some potion making them angry?”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows as he thought. Okay, maybe it is Santa’s little helpers, or logically, it's not. This is definitely something new. Before they can confirm what they think, they would need to see the hole at the park. His thoughts were interrupted with the pretty waitress bringing their food. She gave Sam his first, again, giving him a flirty smile then gave the other man his food, looking at him. Dean winked at her as he gave her his world famous smile he uses on all the ladies causing her to scoff and roll her eyes before walking off. Sam laughed at Dean’s flabbergasted look on his face. “Rejected by two women in one day. Got to be a new record.”

Dean rolled his eyes and flipped Sam off before digging into his food, annoyed.

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Lifestyle

Critical thinking lectures:

How has lifestyle, industrial & social changes impacted fashion & textiles?

In today’s lecture we gained understanding of what has influenced and impacted fashion and textiles in the past, in order to predict what will happen to the fashion and textiles industries in the future.

We started by exploring historical aspects that have driven these changes, to start to interpret the significance that these influential factors will play on the future of the fashion & textile industries.

We watched a video on YouTube called “100 years of fashion: women” Published on 3 jun 2015. Were we discussed as a group what drives these changes.

The growth of the fashion industry, caused by the industrial revolution (1870-1900s) enabled the suffragettes to use fashion as a form of branding to help promote their cause.

“They are, of course, only following in the honourable tradition set over a century ago by the suffragettes, who harnessed fashion, and the meaning of colour, as methods of communication in the early days of photography. In 1908 Emmeline Pethick-Lawrence devised the scheme of purple for dignity, white for purity and green for hope - branding for the cause, which triggered Liberty and Selfridges to start selling ranges of tricolour ribbon, underwear, bags and soap. Christina Broom…documented marches of thousands of suffragists and suffragettes wearing white dresses designed to prove to the country the dignity of their cause.”

The Guardian Cally Blackman 8.10.15 How the Suffragettes used fashion to further the cause. 

https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2015/oct/08/suffragette-style-movement-embraced-fashion-branding

1940’s

Utility Clothing Scheme: aimed to save fabric by using economical designs, eliminating laborious technical details and limiting the choice of fabrics - all to save costs.

BBC News 5.3.2015 How did WW2 change the way people dressed?

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-31719704

1942

“Make Do and Mend was a pamphlet issued by the British Ministry of Information in the midst of WWII. It was intended to provide housewives with useful tips on how to be both frugal and stylish in times of harsh rationing. With its thrifty design ideas and advice on reusing old clothing, the pamphlet was an indispensable guide for households. Readers were advised to create pretty ‘decorative patches’ to cover holes in warm garments; unpick old jumpers to re-knit chic alternatives; turn men’s clothes into women’s; as well as darn, alter and protect against the ‘moth menace’. 

Manage with and repair the possessions one already has rather than buying replacements. "the austerity of the war years taught her to make do and mend" British Library, Learning resources https://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/item106365.html

Examples of “make do and mend” women’s suit made out of a man’s pin stripe suit, a child’s cloak made from an old blanket.

BBC News 5.3.2015 How did WW2 change the way people dressed? Fashion on the Ration is at the Imperial War Museum, London, until 31 August 2015.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-31719704

The “New Look” exploded in Paris in 1947 (in contrast to the utilitarian approach adopted in the war) lead by the pioneering designer Christian Dior, who empowered women through fashion. 

“Throughout the war, cloth and labour shortages had limited the amount of fabric and trimming that could be used… jackets had been masculine, shoulders square and skirts short and straight… belts, seams, collars and trouser turn-ups had to conform to certain restrictions …” Yet, only two years after the end of the war, here were ankle-length skirts whose hems measured up to 40 metres in circumference. Here was a fashion that emphasised femininity, with rounded shoulders, waists nipped in tight, and hips and busts exaggerated by bodices and padding. 

The New Looks striking stylistic legacy lived on well into the 1960s.

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/news/the-look-that-shocked-the-world-1278048.html

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/events/how-haute-couture-rescued-war-torn-paris/

”Women, with their sure instincts, realized that my intention was to make not just more beautiful but also happier,” said Dior: A businessman as well as a poet, he made fashion responsible for expressing society's desires, and  showed it how to communicate…” ref book Dior

My weakness ... is architecture. I think of my work as ephemeral architecture, dedicated to the beauty of the female body.

http://www.catwalkyourself.com/fashion-history/1950s-1960s/

Assouline publishing 2004 Dior Marie - France Pochna

Working in groups based on the following decades: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s and 2000s. In our group we researched fashion in the 2000s. We made a mind map that considered the above influencing factors that have impacted on the fashion designers from this decade. We recorded the effect of these causes and how they have driven the design, materials and production at this time. 

2000s Fashion:

Casual clothing and leisurewear were big trends in the early 2000s, a casual look for women would have been, crop tops, hoodies, low-rise flared jeans, cargo pants, daisy dukes, jean skirts, off the shoulder tops, ribbed sweaters, with platform sandals, ugg boots, or sneakers. 

After researching I found technology and Y2K bug (problem in the coding of computerized systems that was projected to create havoc in computers and computer networks around the world at the beginning of the year 2000) had a huge impact on fashion in the early 2000s. The colour palette was full of shiny black tones and reflective metallics. The Y2K trend was worn on a daily but mainly reserved for going out. Popular outfits for women included mesh or handkerchief tops, box-pleated or leather skirts, shiny pants, and sparkly shoes. Britney Spears was a trendsetter for this type of style. For men, Y2K looks involved leather jackets, a statement dress shirt, and chunky shoes. 

Mid 2000s fashion - Fashion started to take cues from 1960s bohemian looks. Yoga pants, low-rise jeans, cowl-neck shirts, peasant tops, capri pants, cropped jackets, and dresses over jeans was a popular outfit choice for women. These outfits were paired with accessories, such as, chunky belts, aviator sunglasses, jelly bracelets, ties worn around the neck or as belts, ballet flats, and platform boots. The 1960s revival looks were also popular with men. Including light wash bootcut jeans, cargo shorts, classic rock t-shirt, fitted cowboy shirts, henleys, polos with popped collars, and seersucker suits. 

Late 2000s fashion - For women, crop tops were replaced with camisoles and miniskirts, bubble skirt, and sweater dresses. There was also a 1980s and 1990s revival of neon colours, animal prints, geometric shapes, light denim jeggings, and ripped acid washed jeans that were worn with gladiator sandals, ballet flats, and headbands. The oversized look became popular, but it was more subtle than the traditional 80s fit. Men’s late 2000s fashion was a mix of 1950s and 1980s throwbacks, with letterman and black leather jackets, overcoats, slim cut jeans, Ed Hardy t-shirts, flannel shirts, and V-neck sweaters. Paired with dad hats, wayfarers or aviators, motorcycle boots, converse, vans, or sneakers. 

Hip-Hop had a influence on the 2000s fashion, many rappers influenced fashion with their own clothing lines. Including Jay-Z, Diddy, Nelly, and 50 Cent. Many looks included baggy jeans, tall t-shirts, sports jerseys, velour suits, bubble jackets, and puffer vests paired with headbands, sweatshirts, Timberland boots, and sneakers like Adidas Superstars or Nike Air Force 1s. 

Streetwear is brand focused casual clothing, like jeans, tees, and sneakers. In the late 2000s popular streetwear styles included distressed skinny jeans, loose fitting tops, loose or fitted tracksuits, track pants, hoodies, graphic t-shirts, vintage thrift shop tees, and Tommy Hilfiger and U.S. Polo Assn brands. Sneakers were an important part of the style, retro Nike Air Jordans and Adidas Yeezys. 

Emo fashion became popular in the mid 2000s and took cues from goth and punk styles. Outfits were often all or mainly black with skinny jeans, band t-shirts, studded belts, and checkered vans. Every emo look was completed with the right hairstyle, choppy cuts with long side-swept bangs dyed black, platinum blonde, or a bright colour. 

Athleisure Wear - If you wanted to be comfortable yet fashionable in the early 2000s the velor tracksuits was the go to. Britney Spears, Beyonce and Eminem to Diddy were on on the tracksuit craze. They were brightly coloured and emblazoned with rhinestone logos and phrases. It was also in to mix track pants with dress clothing and design shoes to elevate the look. 

The Beatles were one of the most influential bands in history, taking their fans on a journey of fashion styles through the decades from rock to teddy boys to hippie years.

(1962-1964) - (1964-1966)

Did technology play a part in influencing this style?

During this lecture we watched a video called The Beatles Yellow Submarine. 

Exaggerated shoulder pads epitomises the Power Dressing of the 1980’s.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOlwwoZLoKE&feature=youtu.be

In the 1980s Power Dressing in the UK grew from a new money focused generation, in London, creating a bee style. This look was patented by shows such as Dynasty and Dallas, where actors such as Joan Collins and Linda Evans dressed as female power dresses. Shoulder-pads and sharply tailored suits ruled and has been continued to be used by women today to signify power.

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/features/what-is-power-dressing-1807353.html

THATCHER USED FASHION AS A POLITICAL TOOL

“With ‘power dressing’ she could tap into the image of a career woman but her reputation as a fierce leader then drove her to wear clothes that might ‘soften’ her image, which was why she wore pussy bow blouses. A symbol of the past reflecting a more conservative femininity, the pussy bow blouse clashed with the aggressive power suits. “This was the paradox of the Thatcher image: at once she sought to embody conservative values while also seeking to assert her right to power as a woman. Dr Tyan”

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/margaret-thatcher-clothes-dress-suits-power-dressing-fashion-impact-women-victoria-and-albert-museum-a7480026.html

Margaret Thatcher: Fashion as a Political Tool

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qynZ0NEHH4M&feature=youtu.be

How did Margaret Thatcher change Britain: 

Privatisation 

London became a leading financial capital 

Open all hours 

The decline of the north 

Lessened role of trade unions 

Northern Ireland peace process 

Education reforms – league tables 

Home ownership 

Power dressing

Prestige for armed forces (Falklands)

Transformed Labour party 

Julian Coman Sun 14 Apr 2013 10.00 BST https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2013/apr/14/margaret-thatcher-20-changes-britain 

My own research on Margaret Thatcher -

When looking at pictures of Margaret Thatcher, after the election in 1979, a well-dressed woman with her individual style is clearly shown. She began to create her image and appearance as an example of how women in power should dress. Thatcher was a confident and stern business woman however there was a clear contrast to the feminine clothing she wore. She used her clothing and style as an act of self - definition that disguised herself from others showing her individual identity as Prime Minister. Thatcher styled herself appropriately for political occasions, the most occuring colour Thatcher wore was royal blue. With her power suits and the legendary pussybow blouses, that made her a fashion icon, she was known for her haircut, her pearls, and her handbag. Her hairstyle was one of the famous features of Margaret Thatcher, as straight and precise as the lady herself. 

One great example on how her style, outfits and political power were set together was before she became Prime Minister. Thatcher wore hats because not only they suited her well but were symbols of her status and class. As the leader of a major political party, her hats seemed to be a political problem. It was a problem because middle class people with conventional attitudes were prejudiced towards her. This was not the picture of a leader the party wanted to draw. Consequently, after her election to British Prime Minister she only wore hats for State ceremonies and foreign tours but not on polictail occasions anymore.  

The Fashion World Supports Pussy Riot 

Fashion empowered to dictate and influence world events and social changes 

17th April 2015 Jamie Waters Fashion’s most iconic political statements; The fashion world supports pussy riot & we’d rather go naked than wear fur.

https://www.dazeddigital.com/fashion/article/24414/1/fashion-s-most-iconic-political-statements 

https://www.vogue.co.uk/article/clothing-fashion-protest

In pairs with reference to the timeline identify another advancement in technology that has impacted on social events, which in turn has driven a change in the fashion industry? 

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Brand Report

In groups we researched information about the brand Lazy Oaf, we created a detailed report which covers each of the 8 elements that make a band pitch. These elements include: Vision & purpose, brand identity, customer, price, product, place, promotion and  packaging. In our group we decided to each choose an element to research and talk about, I picked promotion. 

Lazy Oaf’s Brand Identity is definitely something I would take away and incorporate into our brand. We want to create personal products that our customers love and respect. Minimize environmental hazards through being sustainable but with fair prices. We also discussed as a group giving back to charities with a percentage of money we make as a brand. 

This group task gave us practice with working together, assigning roles and discussing information online. We decided to split the work fairly so that everyone had an equal amount of work to research and present. As we had to present this group task to our peers it helped us practice for when we present our brand. 

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The Light That You Shine (RDR2 Fanfic, John Marston x F!Reader, Chapter 1 of 6, 18+)

Summary: John Marston was proud to be part of the VDL Riders, a biker gang led by Dutch van der Linde, and had been with them since he had run from home at the age of 15. He and his makeshift family lived by three principles: live free, help those who need it, and punish those who deserve it. For five years, his gang was all he cared about and nothing else mattered. But then John meets you, and his priorities start to change.

Author’s Notes: Go check out @veradia’s biker AU RDR2 art for what inspired me to write this. This is a prequel to Before This Dance Is Through, so everyone is 6 years younger; John is about 20 in this story and so are you, my dear reader. 

Tags: prequel fic, eventual smut, romance, drama, violence, cheesy 80s vibe even though it's 2012, modern AU, switching POVs

AO3 Link is here, sweetheart.

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Chapter 1 - Start at the End

Word count:  2032

“Dammit Morgan, you could’ve warned me!”

Arthur grinned as he slapped John’s back. “Well, that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?”

The others laughed while John rubbed the back of his head, leaning down to pick up the can of beer. It looked too shaken up to open at this point, so he set it on the table and glared at his brothers. Stalking past them towards the mini-fridge, he pulled out another beer, popped it open and took a long gulp. Dressed in his favorite black leather jacket over a plain white shirt, ripped black jeans, a chain on his belt to keep his wallet from being stolen, and scuffed biker boots, John looked like he bought all of his clothes in the late 80s and never changed.

“So, what’re we doing tonight?” Javier asked, leaning against the mezzanine railing. He had his medium length hair tied up, strands of it falling from the hair tie to frame his angled face. His leather vest and his blue jeans were impeccably clean, and not a single misplaced thread was on his V-neck shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He carried his favorite combat knife in a holster on his hip, hidden under the vest, and he wore black fingerless leather gloves.

Lenny sat on the couch, his freshly polished black boots propped up on the coffee table. He looked like he didn’t quite belong in a motorcycle club, in his black pants and black T-shirt. His white cowboy hat was clean, his white blazer crisp. He had his own knife holster, concealed under his jacket. 

Sean was standing behind the couch, leaning against the back of it. He wore a green headband around his shoulder length hair, fancying himself an Irish Rambo, choosing to wear a blue athletic cut T-shirt and olive green khakis. He wore his brown Timberland boots, the same ones he had since he joined the gang. They looked dirty and scuffed to hell, but they still did their job, so he had no reason to buy new ones. His green & red striped flannel was tied around his waist, hiding a knife holster.

Charles was sitting back in one of the arm chairs catty-corner to the couch. He had his long hair braided tight, the sides of his head shaved. His dark blue peacoat was open to show his black turtleneck and blue jeans. Both of his black biker boots had knife holsters with a few throwing knives.

They all looked towards Arthur, who shrugged as he looked at all of them. He had his worn cowboy hat on with his old bomber jacket over a grey shirt, faded blue jeans, and cowboy boots. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it with his silver zippo lighter, breathing in and letting out a puff of smoke before he responded. 

“Dutch wants us to go run security at some rich feller’s house party.”

“And how are we supposed to manage t’at? I don’t have any fine clothin’ for the occasion,” Sean groused.

“No amount of clothing can save you,” Javier joked.

Sean glared as the others laughed.

“Dutch said we just wear black polos and black jeans so we look like a security company,” Arthur said once the laughter died down.

“So. Is there an alternative motive for this job?” Charles asked.

“Of course there is,” Lenny said confidently. “There’s no way Dutch would deal with those kind of folks without a reason.”

Arthur nodded. “Word is that the rich feller has quite the car collection. We sneak in after the party while everyone’s wasted and drive a few of them outta there. Swap out the plates, get a paint job over at Hosea’s, done deal.”

“And if they have alarms or kill switches?” John asked.

“You know how to hot wire,” Arthur sniped. “You, Javier, and Lenny can deal with it.” He walked past all of them and headed down the stairs. "Meet you all back here by 6pm."

John shrugged. As they split up to prepare for the job, he looked around the small warehouse they called their biker club. Walking down the stairs, he went past their bike shop area underneath the mezzanine and paused for a moment. They had slowly built this place up from scratch, bringing in old furniture for their hang out space and tools to take care of their bikes.

And on the other side of the warehouse were two offices that had been converted into bedrooms. While the others had their own places to live, John and Arthur lived at the club, having both been orphans and taken in by Dutch. Their rooms weren’t anything fancy, just a little bit of room to sleep and store their worldly possessions. John headed to his room to take a nap.

Instead, he lay on his old mattress, staring at the ceiling. He had been with the gang for five years, since he ran away from his foster home. His mother had died six years ago from a drug overdose. When she was lucid, which wasn’t very often, she was kind, even as her eyes bled sadness at the edges; those were the memories he held onto the tightest. He didn’t even know who his father was, or if he was even still alive, but he knew that if he ever met him in person, he'd knock his lights out for leaving his mother such a wreck. 

After he had been sent to foster care, his foster parents didn’t try to understand him, they only tried to mold him into what they thought a proper young man should be. So he ran away. When Dutch found him, scrounging for food in a trash can behind the warehouse, he took him in. Gave him shelter.

Then there was Arthur. He was like a big brother, taught him how to fend for himself, taught him what it meant to give more than you received, even if it came with insults and punches to the face at times.

As more outcasts joined the gang, they also became his family, his brothers. Javier, Sean, Lenny, and Charles, one by one, they all joined and quickly became an intrinsic part of his life. He’d never want for more than this.

But lately, Dutch seemed off. For the past year, John had noticed him taking bigger risks, sending them on more violent jobs, and slowly stepping away from the hands-on work, leaving it to “the younger, faster men,” as he called them. There was a tinge of blind desperation in how Dutch led them now, almost as if he wanted to push them towards something greater, but wasn’t sure what that something was.

Rolling over, he stared at the wall covered in Led Zeppelin, Eagles, and other classic rock posters. He looked at the one Metallica poster he had and smiled wryly as he remembered Arthur throwing it at him, snarling “happy fucking birthday”, and slamming his door. He later found out that Arthur had snuck into the concert, stolen a poster, and ran half a mile to get away. And all because John had whined about not being able to go that night because he was sick.

He sighed and got up. He wasn’t going to get any sleep now. Leaving his room, he tinkered with his Honda Shadow Aero, his pride and joy, until it was time to go.

***

“We certainly look dangerous,” Charles said with a hint of humor in his voice as he calmly got out of the gang’s Sprinter van. 

“That’s because we are,” Javier said matter-of-factly as he hopped out next. 

Everyone bounded out of the van, with John the last out. He pulled the sliding door shut and followed the others into the house, hanging back as he listened to Arthur talk with the party host about the job. He trailed behind them as they were led around the house and made mental notes about where the party goers were allowed to go and where they were forbidden.

Once they were left to their own devices, Arthur turned around. “Alright men, let’s get to work.”

***

The party was wild, the party-goers were disgusting, and at the end, half of them were drunk, and the other half were passed out. 

It was almost far too easy to sneak into the garage, pick a couple cars that were not too flashy, and drive them off the premises. 

As they took off down some quiet back roads to lose any would-be followers, John sat and stared out the window into the pitch black night as Arthur drove with the window rolled down, his arm hanging out the window. Lenny and Sean had taken a car while Charles and Javier had left the party earlier, driving the van to Hosea’s shop.

“Hey.”

“What.”

John scratched his beard. “Do ya think—”

“I think more than you,” Arthur interrupted.

“Dammit Arthur, I’m tryin’ to be serious here!”

“Calm your balls,” Arthur said gruffly. “Yer so easy to rile up, I can’t help it.”

John let out an exasperated sigh. “Do you think Dutch is… do you think he’s tired of this? Of the club?”

Arthur was silent for a few moments. “Why do you say that?”

“He hasn’t been around much lately. He tells us to go do these jobs that are more and more dangerous. We haven’t done a charity drive or anythin’ nice for the community in the past two years.”

“Yeah, I noticed too. I don’t know, I’m sure somethin’ will come around. Maybe he’s been busy just tryin’ to get us steady work.”

“We used to just get jobs that were just jobs. Now we always have some double crossin’ or thievin’ or some shit that could get us in serious trouble!”

Arthur was silent for a little too long.

“Arthur?”

His sigh was long and tired. “I know. I know.”

The rest of the drive was silent as they drove the two hours back to the city.

***

After they had dropped the cars off at Hosea’s car shop, Charles drove them all back to the club in the van. It was 4AM by the time they all got back, and collectively they decided to call it a night and get back together the next night. As the others took their bikes and headed to their own homes, Arthur glanced over at John, who was still silent, still thinking.

“Yer goin’ to think yerself into the ground there,” Arthur commented.

John shrugged. “I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Arthur nodded. “Yeah. Let’s talk to Dutch tomorrow.”

As Arthur headed back to his room, John stepped outside and leaned against the brick wall. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with his disposable lighter, and slowly took a drag as he stared up at the twilight sky, the stars barely visible in the city. He had an itch to be out in the open again, to sleep under the river of stars like he did in the desert. Or even to be out of a city, just for a while.

John finished his cigarette and slunk back into the warehouse, crawling into bed and staring at the ceiling until the sun came up before finally passing out when even his churning thoughts could no longer keep him awake.

***

“I swear, if we have to hear one more lecture about not having enough faith…”

Arthur just shook his head as he followed John out of the convenience store, quietly drinking his soda. 

“We just asked one damn thing, and he blows up at us like we’re questioning his entire existence!”

“You know how he is,” Arthur mumbled.

“I know how he was. How he is now… he ain’t the same.”

John’s statement was met with silence.

“You know I’m right,” John insisted.

Arthur let out a long sigh. “Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!” John looked away. "All I know is that things ain't the same anymore," he mumbled as he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and went silent as they walked back to the warehouse.

"Well," Arthur said after a while, "It weren't us that changed, that's for sure."

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Chapter 2 coming soon!

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Winter’s Warmth

Author’s Note:  This is a little story for my Fairy Godmother, Suzz, who magically helped me get tickets to see Betrayal on Black Friday!!!  It’s my first time in NYC and she’ll be with me when I see Tom on that stage.  She’s an woodland witch, incredible friend, and like I said… magic.  Also, the GIF is of Jonathan Pine but I love that coat!

Summary:  Winter in the woods… how do you spend a day?  Outside in the snowy silence, your God, Loki to keep you warm!

Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader Warnings:  Fluffy smut!

“Little one?  I’m going to find you… and when I do… oh, you’ll wish that you hadn’t hidden from me.”  Loki’s voice rang out menacingly through the trees.  A scarlet cardinal, shaken by his presence, streaked from one branch to another drawing your eyes off of your pursuer.  

You silently prayed Loki wasn’t able to hear the thump of your heart.  If it was anywhere as loud as your panting then he would find you in no time.  Plus, it was hard to hide the warmth of your breath in the snowy cold of November and you needed to stay out of sight.

Clinging to the tree trunk that is your refuge, you heard Loki.  Closer now, false reasoning in his tone, "Dove…  Be a good girl and come out of your hiding spot.  I promise I’ll be… gentle.” With sneaking steps you crept around the pine that has been your shield.  Swinging your gaze from side to side there’s no sign of Loki but somehow you know he is on to you all the same.  Dropping low, you dash towards the nearest grove of silver birches eyes watchful for the dark God chasing you.  

Sensing your movement, Loki’s head snaps towards you, watching as the black of your boot tucks into the thicket you’re now using for cover.  He slinks, panther like, stalking you with an evil smirk splitting his face.  Your tracks in the snow are so visible that they might as well be an arrow pointing out your location.  Slowly, carefully, Loki rounds the copse of white skinned trees.  “Gotcha!” Squealing, you take off in the opposite direction, sliding in the slippery slush.  Your laugh echoes off the dusky woods as you dart left, looking for cover under the heavy, snow filled branches of an ancient evergreen.  But it’s too late.  

You feel Loki behind you.  Facing him, you fake right, dodge left, but the Trickster anticipates your steps.  Grabbing you from behind in a bear hug, Loki announces, “The day is mine, kitten.  All that’s left is declaring me the winner!” “Never!”  You twist away, intent on running again.  Loki gains on you, determined steps pushing you back until you collide with the trunk of another forest giant.

Smirking, “Never?  But Little One, I’ve beaten you at hide and seek.  Now, you must pay me my due.” “You cheated.  I don’t know how you did, but I know you did it.”  Sticking out your bottom lip, that way Loki cherishes, you pout.  

Shaking his head, Loki admonishes you, “Me?  How dare you.  Fair is fair, kitten.”  Holding out his hand, Loki motions for you to hand over his prize.

“Fine.”  You unzip your parka.  Your nice, warm parka, and place it in Loki’s arms.  Shivering a bit from the loss, you feel your nipples harden in the cold air, a thing that catches Loki’s eye.  Licking his lips in want, he adds, “Your turn.” Closing your eyes tight you count, “One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, TEN!  Ready or not, here I come!!”

He leaves no tracks in the snow.  Damn his magic, you mentally curse.  It made the fun one sided.  But then you hear the small snap of a twig in the distance and you barrel in that direction.

A flash of green draws your attention.  Turning that way you call out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”  

There’s another crunch, closer to you now, so you slowly wind towards it.  Eager to catch Loki, you circle around a set of saplings already sagging under the weight of snow and stop to listen.  A low whistle had you spinning your head, a glimpse of Loki’s green jacket streaking past in the opposite direction, and you were in pursuit.

“Almost got me, pet…”  Whisper soft, seemingly in your ear, you heard Loki’s voice.  Backing against the trunk closest to you, you flattened out, ready to catch him.  Bracing your arms around the rough bark, you inched towards the other side, smiling at your all but won victory.

“What the hell?”  Loki grabs your wrist holding it tightly to the tree behind you.  Before you register what’s going on he’s on you, his lithe body pressed to yours, pinning you in place.  Eyes dilated from the thrill of the chase, a stray lock of raven hair flopping forward, Loki had never looked so daring… or more dangerous. “Loki.  This is cheating.”  Your breath hitching from the combined effects of exertion in the cold and the closeness of your competition.  It’s infuriating the way your stomach flips at his nearness.  Your body flushes in a pantie soaking spasm of arousal at Loki’s bold play.  “No it isn’t.  You win this round, Little One."  Brushing his knuckles down your cheek, cupping your chin, "Congratulations.”  His kiss is rushed, crashing your mouths together, tongues tangling.  

Pushing away from you just enough, lusty eyes locked on yours, Loki unbuttons his own wool coat.  The black Henley he’s wearing accentuates his lean frame and you lick your lips, tasting his kiss, eager for more.  When he hangs his jacket on an obliging branch, the tiniest bit of Loki’s belly is exposed, a crescent moon of manliness.  Your desire to taste that pale stripe is overwhelming.

Having thoroughly invaded your personal space, muttering lowly, “Come on, Loki… It’s freezing out here!”  

"You wanted to play Strip Hide and Seek, little one.  I’m merely complying with your wishes.”  Refocused on you, Loki parts your legs with his thigh, his thick muscles grating against your center.  It’s not enough to find relief, not yet, but the slow burn he’s started in you is catching fire.  

Twinkling eyes, full of mischief, are as bright as his smile.  “I know it’s cold.  It makes your cheeks a lovely shade of pink.”  Loki was close enough now that his heat was yours.  A warm hand grazing up your neck, thumb brushing over your full bottom lip, tugging your mouth apart.  

Loki licked into you then, forced to swallow your guttural groan, as your lips opened to his.  Slower, smoother now, Loki tasted the roof of your mouth.  The scent of snow, spearmint toothpaste and that electric flavor singular to him, made craving Loki your only thought.  You fought against his grip ravenously desperate for more.  He pulled away from you then, leaving you in that wanting state, starving for Loki’s carnal attention.

Tongue clicking, “Not so fast, darling.”  Slowly, painfully slow, Loki undoes the buttons on your thick flannel shirt.  His hands, hot in the day’s chill, cup your exposed breasts over your bra.  Your exhaled moan fogs the air between you.  Tugging the fabric of your bra down, your exposed nipples tighten painfully, the cold acting on your body instantly.  To his credit, Loki lowers his mouth to one.  The contrast of his fiery flicking tongue and the icy atmosphere making you squirm against the rough bark behind you.  

“Damn… Loki!”  You clench your fists in frustration.  How lovely it would be to return the favor, give Loki a little bit of the pleasant pain he’s forcing on you.  It’s just that every time you lift a hand he drags it back to your side, or worse, pins it over your head.  

Kissing down your uncovered belly right to the edge of your button fly, Loki chuckles at your obvious excitement.  Goosebumps rise on your naked skin, “I know it’s cold, pet… but I’m going to warm you up.  Have no fear.”

Deftly, Loki opens your jeans.  He’s desperate to get at your sweltering sex.  Over the plaid cotton of your panties his fingers mold to your female form.  Your pants, unfastened but not removed, help hold his hand to your heat.  There’s no wiggle room, so when Loki presses the fabric into your crease, rubbing the heel of his palm across your straining bundle of nerves, you shiver.

“Is that because of the temperature?  Or perhaps, it’s this?”  Loki husks into your ear before nipping the lobe.  You tilt your head back, gasping, and that’s the moment he glides one long digit into your core.

A wanton wail escapes you echoing across the forest floor.  “Shh!  We don’t want to scare the wildlife, darling!”

“Loki!  Sorry… sorry.  I’ll be quiet… just don’t stop?  Please?”  What are you saying?  You don’t really know, it’s all mindless pleading babble.  All you can focus on is him, the hot warmth of your arousal and the numbing cold of the air.

“As if I could stop, my spirited snow bunny."  Without warning Loki adds a second finger to his digital assault.  Stuttering, you curl towards him, engulfed in his mighty presence, stifling another sob.

Your body is acting on pure impulse.  When Loki presses into you, probing deeper, your slick arrives in earnest.  "Your wetter than ever, pet.  I think you like this… do you?  Tell me.”

Fluttering open, your heavily lidded, lust filled eyes linger on Loki’s blues.  “How much I like your touch?  A lot, Loki.  Too much, Ok?”

Smirking at you, Loki lowers his head and kisses you.  This time it’s hard and deep, sucking the air out of your lungs, weakening your already wobbling knees.  Reaching for him, your hands free, you anchor yourself.  One clings to Loki’s shoulder and the other wraps around the wrist of the hand giving you so much pleasure.

With a devilish drop in his tone, Loki rumbles, “And what would you have next my freezing fox?”

“All of you, Loki.  I want it all.”  Growling in feminine need denied, you rolled your hips, Loki’s dexterous fingers gripped tightly by your velvet walls.  

It’s his turn to growl.  Pulling from you with a grunt, lowering himself onto the plush bed of fallen pine needles at your feet, Loki takes your pants with him.  “Your boots have to go.”  It’s a command and you take two seconds to kick them off.  

Loki basks in the sight of you.  Jaunty winter cap, pom pom flopping to the side, makes your hair stick out at odd angles.  A pout on your puffy lips as your cheeks turn rosy from the exposure makes Loki bite his own on impulse. 

He swallows hard at the state of you.  Top unbuttoned, breasts bare to the nippy climate, nipples puckered in exquisite pain.  Underwear gone, tangled with your jeans, exposing the tender lower lips of your womanly body.  Legs uncovered, feet cozy in thick, fuzzy socks.

Funnily, you aren’t cold.  Faintly flushed with the excitement of Loki’s teasing after running around after him has left your body warmed over.  Alight with arousing ardor you raise an eyebrow his direction, “Like what you see, Mischief maker?”

Stepping closer to you with a rueful chuckle, “Certainly, my Snow Queen."  Nuzzling your cheek into his open palm, Loki cradles you, pulling your near naked body against his clothed one.  The way he rubs against your heated skin is almost too much to bear.

Again Loki claims you with his mouth.  Teasing you with his tongue, his kiss ferocious, deepening with each sigh that escapes you.  Your hands find a home in his ebony locks, tugging him, guiding him, using him to your own ends.

Breaking your kiss with a small sigh he trails toasty pecks along your jaw.  Loki bites down your neck, hovering over you, sandwiching you between his unbearable firmness and the unyielding strength of the trunk behind you.  Whining in a whisper, "Why am I the only one undressed?”

“Because that’s what I want.  You, shameless, exposed and mewling."  Those big hands slide over the satin of your thighs, lifting your knees, wrapping you around his hips.  Loki’s rigid length searches for a snug seat inside you blocked only by his dark denim second skin.  The frazzling friction of fabric makes you dizzy.  "Loki!  Please…"  

He doesn’t have to hold your squirming form.  The bark, scoring scratches into your back, means you’re trapped.  Instead of hanging onto your dusky hued demigod you reach for the solid spruce you’re being rocked into.  Its natural presence grounding you, connecting you to the solid earth, even as Loki’s hard cock and hungry kisses send you soaring.

Pressing his hips to yours roughly, the button of his jeans flexing against your fleshy pearl, Loki rips his shirt off in one motion.  He’s a vision, hard planes of smooth muscle, sparse raven chest hair curling southward.  The moan you release is as involuntary as the clench of your belly.

"No more words."  

Nodding, your eyes shut in ecstasy, as Loki palms your chilled breasts.  While his hands knead the gentle flesh, Loki’s mouth scalds you with long licks over your throat, tiny, tasting nips of your neck and savagely sucking on your earlobe.  His breath is ragged in your ear.  

Loki, aroused beyond measure at your willing, responsive body, is growing impatient.  Snow starts to drift in lazy circles around the large tree that is your shared shelter and the smell of fresh frost stills the air around you both.  You could live here, tantalized and teased by Loki, in the silence of the snowy woods until springtime.  But your eager god has other plans.

Snaking a hand between you, Loki pops the button of his pants, freeing himself with a lusty groan.  You muffle a moan by biting your bottom lip, Loki’s searing steel bucking over your quivering core, purposefully pushing against your sensitive nub.  Busying his hands with your abraded backside, shifting you a fraction higher, he positions you for his plunge. Loki sighs your name as he lodges his length inside you at last.

Snow swirls outside your arboretum.  Under the branches of your pine there is solitude and near silence.  Time is spinning slowly in the grey skied afternoon as you start to unravel around Loki’s smooth, deliberate thrusts. 

You open your eyes skyward, deep green needles spreading above you, a few flakes floating between the branches.  One lands on Loki’s naked shoulder, at the dip of his collarbone, so that’s where your lips latch onto him.  Marking him. Yours.

He’s panting now.  Those long, steady strokes stretching you, spreading your hips wider around Loki’s middle as your female form squeezes around your lover.  Like a thin skim of ice on a frozen pond, your body is immobile under Loki’s driving desire, freezing and thawing with each thrust.  

Snapping his hips into you, one hand stroking your full breast, the other dropping down to slide over your straining bud, Loki is determined to have your quiet completion.  You smile, sex drunk, at the idea of his working so hard to get you off.  Because he is doing all the work.

You’re stuck between a God and a hard place.  Your pleasure forced on you with everyone of Loki’s piercing pushes.  Syncing the rhythm of his cock with the circles on your clit, you felt the fragile ice of your orgasm snap, pulling you into the frigid waters of ecstasy.  You lock your mouth to his as you silently scream your release.

Loki’s tongue tussles with yours, licking over your bottom lip, before sucking it between his teeth.  When he spilled inside you, hot and hard, you tasted blood from his bite.  Loki, kissing it away, rested his forehead to yours.

Swallowing hard, Loki smiles at you, satisfied.  Your hair was tangled, twisted into the tree’s trunk, your snow cap was on the ground.  One of your fuzzy socks had slipped off, leaving your right foot bare, in the fiery furnace of your fun time.  Already you could feel the red welts rising on your bum and back.

You smirked at Loki.  His pants puddled at his knees.  Wearing only his boots and a smile you could imagine nothing sexier.  

Gentler now, though still hushed, Loki held you.  From under the boughs of your forest shelter you noticed a fresh pile of snow.  The tranquility of the scene at odds with your racing heart.

Carefully Loki separated from you, earning a shudder due to the cool air on your exposed sex.  After hiking up his own jeans, Loki gathers your clothes together.  Expertly, he began setting you to rights, helping with your socks.  Buttoning your shirt.  Tying your boots.

When you’re bundled up again, snug in your downy jacket, you sigh.  "I love it here.”

Laughing softly, Loki swings into his shirt, “I know.  It’s so calm… so quiet”

Watching him slip back into his jacket, back into his softer self, you reach for his hand.  “This… this is our tree.”

Lifting your knuckles for a glancing kiss, “Yes.  Our own Yggdrasil.”

Looking up at Loki, “I like that.”

With a crunch, you both step into the blinding whiteness of a November snow, ducking under the heavy branches weighted with snow.  “Alright, Loki.  We’re tied, one to one.  And now…”  Loki’s eyebrows lift in anticipation, “Tag! you’re it!"  

You shove him, hard.  Recovering quickly, chasing after you with a barking laugh that rings out in the still of a snowy dusk, "Oh pet… you better run!”

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