#they were smar for that one

[vgilantee]

soft-domming the 141

pronouns: none used, entirely gender neutral reader!

contains handjobs, overstimulation and lots of praise. the bulk of these were sent to @glossysoap in her dm's, but i've added to them ;) this is more or less letting them be pillow princesses and getting the praise they deserve. also these are in the order i sent them to glossy! (but price is first because he's actually my husband) (fun fact about me is i'm a heavily sub-leaning switch, but my dom brain is almost entirely Praise, Overstimulation, and Edging. which is very clear in this)

MINORS FUCK OFF. 18+ OR BE BLOCKED. MINORS DNI

John Price

you're sitting on john's thighs in your dimly lit spare bedroom, wearing nothing but his favourite of your panties and one of his shirts

john is laying backm sitting against the pillows and completely naked, hands on your hips squeezing at you desperately

your hands are slowly stroking up and down his cock, feeling the veins and the way it twitchs, squeezing his base before sliding up to run the pad of your thumb over his leaking slit

occasionally you lean forward to kiss and nip at his neck and shoulders, kissing him on the face with a soft smile while he softly moans and gasps

taking his bottom lip between your teeth the same moment you drag your hand up his cock with a strong grip, causing john to let out a breathy whine into your ear

while your hands and mouth caress his skin, you're muttering to him things like "my strong, handsome captain. always taking such good care of his boys. such good care of me. you do so much, you deserve a moment to not have to think, give yourself a break, hm? making such pretty noises for me. that's it, john, just relax and let me take care of you. let me play with your thick cock and make you feel good."

and price's trying so hard to let you keep control, let you move your hands and mouth how you want, so he's leaving bruises shaped like his fingertips on your waist and thighs.

ssometims you feel his hips twitch and his cock push up against your hand, but you can see that he's trying so so hard.

"good boy, john. you can fuck my hand if you want. just wanna take care of you"

and when he comes, it covers your hand and forearm, and gets all over his hairy stomach and some up to his chest. so you slide back a little on his thighs so you can clean him up properly, licking up the cum with satisfied sounds, which all call cause john to moan and gasp, especially when you suck lightly on his cock, which quickly turns into taking him down your throat, trying to see how fast you can make him come again (and again...)

Simon "Ghost" Riley

you have simon on the living room sofa, head resting on one arm and his feet on the other, with you sitting pretty between his thighs

your hand is rough as you jerk him off, movements made slick from the last four - or was it five? - orgasms you have pulled from him

the way your sitting, with his knees bent by your ears, it gives you the perfect position to lean forward and kiss and lick at his cock and balls, biting occasionally at his thighs and lower stomach

simon's hands gripping tightly at the blanket underneath him while he cries and moans, letting out a sob when you give a short, harsh suck to his hip

"that feel good, pretty boy? yeah? that's it, one more, know you can do that for me. turn that big smar brain of yours off and cum for me. so pretty covered in your own mess. my strong, tough ghost. you deserve to be treated, especailly when you make such lovely sounds for me"

and simon, poor simon who refuses to tap out, is literally shooting blanks, orgasms just causing his thighs to shudder and his stomach to clench while he whimpers at the overstimulation

when you finally release his cock, carefully wiping off his mess, you climb under his leg to kneel beside the sofa, kissing his cheek

"did so good, si. so pretty for me. i'll clean you up, don't worry. just rest, okay baby?"

(i watched a video of someone doing this to their boyfriend AGES ago and it lives with me. the whimpers he made while kicking? delicious)

Johnny "Soap" McTavish

you have johnny flat on his back, legs pushed up to his chest in a mating press, giving you perfect access to play with his cock and asshole

before you even touch his cock, you give his inner thighs a couple of spanks, listening to him gasp while your handprints appear on his pale skin

leaning forward, licking a stripe up the base of his cock while it lays on his stomach, finger teasing his rim causing him to shiver

dragging the back of a nail along the veins decorating his pretty cock

"such a good boy for me, aren't you, johnny? making such pretty sounds and begging so sweet. that's it, just enjoy, sweet"

biting at his inner thighs while you grip his cock, giving long and slow tugs that leaving him sobbing

spitting a glob onto his taint so you can watch it dribble down to his hole, clenching around nothing while he lets out a whine

"i know, my sweet sergeant, just getting you nice 'n' relaxed"

kissing at his inner thighs and cock - if you're a lipstick wearer, covering his skin in pretty stains - lapping up the pre leaking from his tip and watching how his fingers dig into his thighs while he's a good boy and holds his legs up

holding the base of his cock so it stands up, spitting onto the tip and using it to jerk him off, letting the thumb of your other hand slowly press into his ass while he lets out a whined moan

"that's it, pretty boy, just keep making those sounds for me. so good"

definitely not letting him cum until his cheeks are tearstained and he's mindlessly begging and babbling. he's so smart, gotta turn that brain completely off for him

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

this may sound like a punishment but i swaer it's not. kyle asked to be tied up and he looks so pretty with the rope twisted and knotted across his chest

he's sitting in one of your dining room chairs, hands and arms tied behind his back with soft pink ropes

his heavy cock is leaking against his thigh while you circle around him, lightly tugging at the ropes making his hips jerk forward, desperate for friction while your soft fingers teas him

"look so pretty like this, hey, baby? now what should we do with you? hmm..." you tease him while standing between his thighs and sliding your hands up and down them

kneeling on a pillow between his thighs so you can slowly lick at his cock, taking your time taking him slowly down your throat then stilling, not moving until he whines out a "please"

pulling off, dragging your tongue up his cock and flicking it over his slit

"'please' what? use your words, my good boy. know you haven't gone stupid just yet. you're so clever, i know it takes more than your cock sitting in my throat to make you dumb"

only moving your mouth and hands while he moans and whines and pleads. the moment he tries to be quiet, you pull back and nip at his thigh

kyle starts letting out high pitched moans after his third orgasm, and you lean your head against his thigh, stroking his cock while staring up at him

"fuck, kyle you look so pretty like this. all glassy-eyed and fucked out. can feel you twitching in my hand, know you can give me one more. such a good boy, that's it." and all he can do is moan and babble out please and thank you's "such good manners, even when you're fucked stupid. my good, brainless boy."

tagging - i don't do tag lists, but for this one i made an exception because i did an interest check!: @patchmates-ad @callsign-selkie @buttdumplin @theywhowriteandknowthings @xxshadowbabexx @glossysoap

[samkerrworshipper]

your moms are here

leah williamson x reader, jordan nobbs x reader, (wobbs as coparents)

part 5 of beautiful girl series pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3 -> pt.4

warnings: if your any bit emotionally unstable this isn’t for u x

You didn’t expect to wake up, let alone wake up warm and in a fraction of the amount of pain you’d been in the last time you’d been conscious enough to feel anything.

Your eyes were still crammed shut, your chest still hurt, your body was still shaking, but you felt better, less like you were dangling on the cliff of life and death, you weren’t sure where you were, or if you were even alive.

Was this they greater beyond?

Was it the warmth of death’s embrace?

You knew it wasn’t, because there was still the dull pain and the tension all over your body. You didn’t believe that life after death was anything, that it was actually some overwhelming cloud of happiness and perfection, but if it did exist, if there was some kind of heaven, this wasn’t it.

You thought about the places you could be, in bed at Matt’s house, in bed at your mom’s house, in bed at some kidnappers house, in bed at rehab.

You quickly eliminated each option, the bed and sheets weren’t the same from your bed or Matt’s, kidnappers didn’t normally concern themselves with comfortability, and in your mind rehab would have more detoxing, screaming, junkies.

Out of pure fear, you tried to crack your eyes open, it wasn’t easy, but with some concentration that made your forehead feel like it was being split open, you managed to slowly crack your right eye open. There was sleep and tears keeping your eyelashes stuck together, which made it far harder then it should have been, the blinding white light directly above your head wasn’t much help either.

You took back what you thought, everything hurt.

From your toenails to the follicles on top of your head, it felt like every single nerve in your body was being plucked and split in half.

Your whole body curled itself up into a ball, it made the shaking a little bit less like your body was being exorcised.

You realised very quickly as your eye became accustomed to the light around you that you were in the last place you possibly wanted to be.

You should have clocked on to it, based on the persistent beeping noise coming from above you and the cords that were connected to your arm.

They’d dropped you off out the front of a fucking hospital.

Or someone had found you and called a ambulance.

Or your moms had taken you to the hospital.

Or you were in some sick twisted dream.

With the rest of the energy that was left in your body you managed to crack open your other eye, it wasn’t easy, but it helped you feel more aware of your surroundings.

It was a surprisingly quiet hospital, or at least by your standards.

You tried to sit up, but it was no use, your body was completely spent, all of the energy felt like it had been completely pulled from your body.

Withdrawals, maybe.

Or the reaction of the opioid with the stimulant.

Those were your best guesses as to how you’d ended up feeling like death.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out, the curtain which was keeping you contained from the rest of the ER was opened up, a nurse waltzing her way over to your bedside.

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit vulnerable, you could hardly move your body and had a lot less control over it then you would have liked.

“Miss dump and run awakens.”

Dump and run.

You couldn’t decide whether or not you were mad with your friends, on one hand, it was smart of them to drop you off at an er. They had no medical knowledge, they were druggies, they didn’t need a dead body on their hands. On the other hand, they’d left you, deserted you, left you for dead.

The nurse moved to your IV and monitor, looking at the different flashing numbers and writing them down on her clipboard, before she looked down and addressed you properly.

“Had a lot of drugs in your system for such a wee thing like yourself. Your friends were smart to drop you here, you would have been as good as dead with that much meth in your system for any longer. I’ve seen a lot of overdoses in my day, you might just take the cake though, darlin’.”

Overdose?

A fucking overdose?

You’d been doing drugs for months now, meth, a smidge of coke, little bits of molly and LSD, a little sprinkle of heroin, opioids a couple of times, plenty of weed. Not once had you ever overdosed, you’d never seen someone overdose, you’d come to think it was urban myth.

You’d hardly taken anything, two shoot ups within a couple of hours of each other, it wasn’t something you’d done before but it also wasn’t exorbitant or something you hadn’t seen other people do.

“Sorry, an overdose?”

You were still shaking, it was less obvious underneath the shitty hospital blanket that was on top of you, but you were still shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Yup, think you had more meth in your blood stream then blood. The saline should flush it all out until your guardians get here.”

Guardians?

What?

What the actual fuck was this nightmare that you were stuck in.

“Sorry, my guardians?”

The nurse looked back down at her clipboard.

“Ms Williamson and Ms Nobbs? We’re obligated to call emergency contacts in life threatening circumstances and those were the ones that were on your phone, they should be here soon enough.”

You didn’t care that you couldn’t moved, you needed to leave.

“I want to discharge, now.”

The nurse looked at you like you had gone silly, like you were in a psychiatric ward instead of the emergency one.

“You’re underage, and you’d have to sign a waiver saying that you are aware you’re going against doctors orders, a lot of paperwork, and you’d actually have to be strong enough to walk out of here, which I can promise you is not happening any time soon,”

The nurse pointed to the IV bag.

“There’s still another hour or so left on this, until it’s done that dizzines your experiencing and the weakness isn’t going to pass. You’re frighteningly dehydrated and full of methamphetamines.”

Fuck.

You were so fucking fucked.

“Please, I’ll sign whatever forms, just let me leave, please.”

You didn’t know how you planned to leave, considering you weren’t even mobile enough to roll onto your back to look at the nurse properly, eye to eye.

“You get up and walk to my desk where the papers are and you can leave, how’s that sound, sweetheart?”

You want to yell directly into her face and tell her to let you fucking leave. But you don’t, you have a inch of self-respect that prevents you from doing it.

“Please.”

You’ve never liked to beg, you did enough of it during your youth, begging for your mom to not leave you home alone every night, begging for things to get better, begging for your life to get better, and it had. Jordan and Leah had introduced you to a whole new world, a beautiful world, the kind of world you’d read about as a child, they’d given you anything and everything you’d wanted growing up. You’d become gracious, but promised yourself that you’d never beg in the same way that you always had, but when your life had been turned upside down, you’d reverted back to your old ways.

“I have a daughter of my own, y’know, around your age. If she was in your situation all I would care about is her being okay, that’s whats most important.”

You rolled your eyes, you were certain of one things, your moms would be mad, you were surprised they were coming at all, everyone had deserted you, it felt like you had nobody.

“Can i get something for the pain?”

You were intelligent enough to know that the iv was detoxing you at a rapid rate, whilst it was saving your life, it also meant that you were going to be sent into withdrawals a lot faster then you should have. You weren’t going to get your hands on meth, clearly. So you needed a substitute, luckily, you were currently sitting in a hospital which was filled with every single painkiller known to man.

“Good try honey, a part from the fact that your bloodstream and body couldn’t even handle a tylenol at the minute, I’m also not going to give an addict drugs, just hang in honey, the chest pain and muscle cramps should start to pass soon.”

Just as she was finishing, your eyes darted to the emergency room doors, which were now hanging open as your two moms and Lia walked through the doors.

Jordan was dressed in the same sweats she’d been in all morning, her face was red and puffy, eyes bloodshot and still full of tears.

Leah looked more put together, she had a pair of slacks on and a clean shirt, her eyes were as red as Jordan’s but she appeared to have put on more of a brave face.

Your eyes darted everywhere, looking for some kind of escape, or to stop their fast steps that were slowly getting closer to you with every millisecond that passed.

There was no hope for you.

If the drugs hadn’t killed you then your moms would.

Leah managed to cross into your makeshift room first, her eyes flashing across every inch of your body. You expected her to ask the nurse a question, or yell at you, but she didn’t.

She walked straight to your bedside, your nurse moving out of the way, and without you being aware of what was happening, wrapped her arms around your body.

You didn’t hug your moms a lot anymore.

In the start, when you’d started out with them, it had taken a lot of effort from them to make you trust them with that kind of contact, but eventually, you’d become reliant on their hugs, the shoulder pats, the little motherly touches here and there that you’d never gotten as a kid.

When they’d broken up, the hugs and contact had faded, similarly to the love in the house, it was like everything personal, everything that made Leah’s house a home had been drained.

“You’re okay, thank god you’re okay.”

Leah’s body lingered on your own body long enough for Jordan’s arms to wrap around your body on the other side of you.

You hadn’t been hugged by the both of them in over a year, you felt guilty for wishing that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, that you could have this whenever you wanted. That wasn’t your life though, it wasn’t your reality, it wasn’t reality.

You let yourself relax, you knew you’d regret it when the moment ended, it’d make it that much harder to realise you couldn’t have this, but you let yourself enjoy it whilst you had it.

It lasted longer than you’d thought, it was hard, Jordan hugs were addictive. You didn’t get them a lot anymore, occasionally you’d get a hug from Leah, once every blue moon when she wanted one, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t body on body, feelings on feelings, love on love.

You didn’t know if you knew what love felt like anymore, over the years it had been distorted, you were certain that love could only be given to a person in transaction. It’s why you’d tried to be perfect, the perfect kid, the perfect student, the perfect player. You’d given up when Jordan had left, it didn’t matter anymore, there wasn’t enough love to be shared around between you and Leah. Love to you, was a privilege, not something that everyone had extra of. You had to earn love, or at keast that;s how you’d always seen it. You’d never been good enough for your own parents, that’s how you’d ended up with Jordan and Leah, from them you’d always craved that love, the love you’d never gotten and you’d been willing to do anything for it, you still were.

“We love you so much chicky, so much.”

You enjoyed the little murmurs, the little whispers in your ears that were so heartfelt and meaningful that you could feel the tears of your moms dripping down each side of your neck.

All good things come to and end, but it didn’t make it any easier.

Leah, unsurprisingly was the first to turn to your nurse.

“They didn’t tell me anything on the phone, just that we needed to come here, she’s okay?”

Your nurse nodded at your mom.

“Yes ma’am, we’re flushing her out right now. She wants to discharge herself, it’s going against medical advice but she’s free to once she’d done with her iv and she’s regained some strength.”

Jordan sat down on the bed next to you, leaving a big enough gap of space that you could still feel her presence but weren’t pressed up against her, she was listening just intently as Leah to the nurse.

“Flushing her out? Of what?”

Fuck.

You’d never ever, in your life, known Leah to not be inquisitive, she needed and wanted answers to everything, but this was worrying you. There were things you kept a secret for a reason.

“Methamphetamines, she had a pretty high amount circulating in her body. I can get the doctor to come and talk to you about it. Her body had built up a decent tolerance, she took it a lot better than you or I would. Apart from that she’s in fairly good condition, although the doctor did have some concerns about some scratches and bruises that seemed consistent with domestic or sexual abuse.”

You watched, in a series of moments, your mothers face fall more and more as the nurse kept speaking. Leah was pretty good at having a poker face, she had to for her job, she also kept a brave face for life though. You’d hardly seen a break in her resolve since her injury but right now, she was keeping nothing hidden. You felt Jordan’s body go rigid behind you as well, you knew shit was about to get real.

You considered strangling yourself with the blanket on top of you, or drowning yourself in the toilet bowl in the adjacent bathroom. It sounded better than the conversation that was about to occur.

“You’re daughter is very lucky, stupid, but lucky. Her friends ditched her at the front door, if they had of been any later she’d be in far worse condition. She was here just quick enough for us to counteract the drugs and stop them from effecting her mental cognition. Her friends shouldn’t have ditched her, or let her get that far gone, but you should be grateful they were at least smart enough to take her somewhere she could get help. I’m going to go find the doctor, he can talk to you about different option you have, and I’ll leave you guys to talk for a little bit, okay?”

Leah nodded, dumbfoundedly, trying her best to smile at the nurse as she made her way towards the exit of your room, closing the curtains and then the door.

Leah pivoted as soon as she was gone, looking down at you with so much horror and pain that you could feel it in your gut.

“Meth, bubba? You’ve been doing meth?”

The sentence hung in the air for a few seconds, filling up all of the space, you hoped that after a couple of seconds that it would disappear, like it had never been said.

“It’s not a big deal.”

You should have chosen your words more precisely, but you were finding it hard to think with all of the drug haze clouding your head.

“Not a big deal? You told me it was the vape, then it was weed, then it was coke and now iut’s fucking meth? There is nothing not big about that bubba. This isn’t just something you can do for fun, this isn’t okay, this is serious. You could die from this. You almost did. You’re 17. 17 year olds aren’t supposed to die. Why bubba? What made you want to do this, not just to yourself but to your life, to everyone. Do you know how scared your mother and I have been. The whole team has been calling up hospitals and roaming the streets looking for you. We’ve been terrified.”

Guilt was one of the best ways to make a person admit they were wrong, you knew it, you’d watched your moms manipulate each other during the break up the same way. They’d use something against the other until it spiralled into a massive fight which would end with someone sleeping at a teammates house or on the couch.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we just go home? I want to go home.”

Another poor choice in words apparently by the look on Leah’s face.

“No we can’t just go home, we need to talk about this bubba, you overdosed on meth. You have a tolerance for it, which means you’ve been using it for a while. You have bruises and you’re in a hospital bed unable to move. You’re addicted to a drug that I would have thought you’d have absolutely no interest in. You’ve got a disease bubba, you’ve got an addiction and we’re going to work it out, we’ll fix it.”

Similar to being a control freak, Leah was also a person who wanted to fix everything. No problem was big enough for her, apparently your whole life wasn’t either.

“Mom this isn’t a disease, this isn’t like fucking cancer or something. I made a choice, I have it under control, this is my life. I’m choosing to live it this way.”

Your mom looks like she’s about to lose her shit.

“I understand that you think you have this under control and that you think this is the best way to be living your life but it fucking isn’t. I understand you’re struggling, but this isn’t okay, you’re a kid, you can;t be doing this.”

Worst thing you can tell a addict, you can’t take drugs.

Because yes you most certainly can, it’s a free motherfucking country.

“I understand what I’m doing, it doesn’t make me a bad person or any different from your or mama. You don’t like who i am anymore, not since i quit football and stopped being who you wanted me to be, I’ve changed and you have to accept that, this is me mom, this is who I am.”

Leah looked flabbergasted.

“You want me to just nod my head and accept my daughter is a junkie, right? That’s the permission you are seeking, you aren’t going to get it bubba, this isn’t anywhere near okay. This isn’t you, people change, I change, you’re allowed to be different then how you were a couple of years ago. Drugs isn’t how you change yourself, it’s not how you reinvent yourself. You can’t live your whole fucking life like this because guess what, you’ll end up dead. Addiction is a degenerative disease, it is incurable, it is deadly, it’s no fucking different from cancer and you’ve got it. I understand that, you’ve got an addiction, we’ll figure it out. I am not going to enable you to keep abusing a substance that will kill you. You’ve got a death wish and I won’t sit by and allow it to happen. I thought I was cool, I thought it was good of me to be accepting that you’re a teenager and you were going to do stupud stuff, I let you get away with much more than I should have. I’m sorry, I’m sorry that if I gave you to much space that you felt the need to do this, I’m sorry that I wasn’t a good enough parent to see the warning signs, but I won’t let you kill yourself bubba, not when I can stop it from happening.”

Jordan was still silent, as passive as ever, she’d always taken a backseat, the silent enabler.

“You’ve got no fucking idea what I’m going through, I’m sorry I scared you, but I don’t have to explain my actions to you, you understand nothing about what I’m dealing with.”

The first time you sweared in the presence of Leah and Jordan was your second day with them. You didn’t even know what swearing was, you’d just picked up words that had been said as you’d been growing up. You hadn’t hesitated to throw a ‘fuck’ out when you’d stubbed your foot on the kitchen bench as you’d been pouring yourself a glass of water.

You’d known something was wrong though when you’d turned around to sit back down at the table with Leah and Jordan and both of them looked like they’d seen a ghost.

You’d hardly swore after that, to your core, you were a people pleaser, you didn’t like to be in trouble, right now though it was like everything you’d grown up with was exiting your body. You felt like a monster, like a version of yourself you didn’t know and it was hard, it was really fucking hard. You didn’t want to break down, you were scared that if you were vulnerable you’d be taken advantage of again, the same way that you friends had, so you put up your won shields.

“I don’t need to know what you’re going through to know that this isn’t good. We’ll get you into rehab, we’ll get you clean, we’re here for you, right Jords?”

You could feel Jordan nodding from behind you.

“I’m not going to rehab, fuck no.”

Leah was pacing, it was what she did when she was stressed, it was a clear tell.

“So, I’m just supposed to allow you back into my house, knowing that you’ve been hiding an addiction from me for months, trust that my drug addicted child will stay clean on her own account and be willing to go through withdrawals and not give in to her own addiction. Do you think I don’t love you, is that it? Because right now you’re telling me that I am expected to allow my daughter to use drugs, lethal drugs that almsot killed her, under my roof, allow you to live your life as you want it, and leave you alone. As a person who loves you and has loved your for the past 9 years of your life, are you actually hearing what you are saying?”

Love.

It was a curious thing, your mother thought she loved you, or at least she felt like she did. Ut was funny how to you, you felt the exact opposite way.

“So what you’re doing this to show me you love me or something? Reality check, you haven’t given a fucking shit about me in months, it’s all about Lia, all about your knee. I’m not selfish enough to expect that you can focus on me whilst your recovering but don’t try and act like you’ve been loving and caring about me this whole time when you haven’t.”

Leah sits herself down, she can only handle so long on her feet nowadays.

“Maybe you should coem stay with me, come to rehab in Birmingham. Bubba, your mom is still struggling.”

You’re more than shocked to hear Jordan pipe up, it reignites something else in you.

“No you don’t get to have a fucking say. You left me, you don’t text anymore, you don’t call. I’m only your kid when it’s convenient for you, which is about 10 days every year. You don’t even try with me, you washed your hands of me a year ago and you don’t get to come back now. You gave me up.”

Your sick of being the understanding one, sick of being the one everybody could burden with their problems, sick of being the fucking scapegoat in every situation.

“Look kid, i think you need to have some more respect for your mothers.”

Lia.

Fucking Lia and her audacity and her fucking butting into all of your family problems.

“No you don’t get a fucking say, you move in a couple of months ago to support my mom and all of a sudden your my third fucking parent. You’ve got nothing to do with me, You don’t get to have a say in anything, you aren’t apart of this fucking family.”

Leah looked like she was having about 30 wars with herself inside of her head, like she was struggling to figure out which side of her brain she should side with.

“Bubba, we’ve talked about this, you need to be respectful to Lia.”

You were sick of everybody telling you that you had to respect people, that you had to follow fucking rules. They wondered why you’d spiralled.

“No, fuck this, fuck you, fuck jordan, fuck everything. I made a series of decisions, ones that I am happy with, this is how I am living my life.”

Leah took a deep breath, before turning to face you.

It was hard looking at her eye to eye, you were putting her through a lot right now, and a part of you deep down felt bad about it. You didn’t want to make your mom feel in pain, you didn’t want her to suffer, it was the last thing you wanted. Without her, you’d be as good as nothing, you’d have absolutely nothing. But you were lashing out, you were as frantic as your sore chest and pumping heart would let you be.

“Bubba. You don’t seen what’s wrong. I do, Jordan and I are sitting here talking to a girl that we don’t know. This isn’t our daughter, this isn’t the girl we’ve raised. You’re going to go to rehab, you’re going to detox, you’re going to get properly clean and once you are we’ll have this conversation again, see if you have a different perspective.”

You didn’t want to have this conversation when you were clean, you wanted to have it now.

“No. If you gave a shit about me, like you’re acting to, you wouldn’t have fucking broken up in the first place. You wouldn’t have torn my life apart, you wouldn’t have done this to me. You wouldn’t have stopped cring about me, you wouldn’t have stopped loving me. Let me go, let me leave. You fucking did this to me and if you want to make it up to me you’ll let me leave.”

You saw Leah’s face fall to another level.

“I can’t do that bubba.”

You felt like you were spinning out of control, like you were in a car that had just fallen over a cliff, and you were slowly doing flip after flip as the car catapulted towards the rocks at the bottom.

“Mom, just let me leave, let me go, please mom, let me leave, let me fucking leave.”

Leah just shook her head at you.

“Bubba, I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, it might not ever. I know me and your mom breaking up was hard for you, you didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry for that, but neither of us could handle keeping you in a household without love, and I know it’s different now, I’m so sorry for that, I wish we could go back. But we can’t, me and your mom don’t love each other more, we can’t just love each other. We love you though, we love you more then anything else. We would both pick you above anybody in the world, you’re our beautiful little girl, you’re our girl. You’ll never not be our daughter. We chose you years ago and we would choose you again today, everyday, for the rest of our lives. No matter what you do.”

There are big tears dripping down your moms face, you’ve seen her cry plenty in your life, Leah Williamson is known to be an emotional person, but not like this, not with this much anguish and pain in her face, never like this.

“You don’t love me, you can’t fucking love me, I’m not like either of you. I break people apart, I’m a catalyst, everywhere I go, I tear people a part, I wreck their lives. I wrecked my parents, I wrecked you guys relationship, I wrecked my own life. I’m a fucking semi-truck that bulldozes through peoples lives, just let me leave and you guys can be happy again.”

Leah takes a double take, her fists are white from how hard they are holding onto the arms of the chair she’s sat in. You’re surprised she doesn’t yell back at you, but instead of meeting your aggression with an equal amount, she composes herself.

“Bubba, do you know how much I love you, how much your mama and I love you? If you could take all of the words in the english language, it still wouldn’t be enough to describe how much we love you. And if you could gather all of those words together, it still wouldn’t be enough. What we feel for you is everything. I love you more than everything. You don’t pull people a part, you’ve made your mama and I happier than we ever would have been without you. You light up our lives everyday, I know it doesn’t feel like it, but just seeing you everyday is my biggest achievement, it’s the best part of my day. Seeing you grow up to be the person Jord and I raised will forever be the best part of my life. You didn’t tear us apart, if anything you were what kept us together for so long, because being around you made us both so happy, that all of our problems didn’t matter as much. Eventually it was too much though, it had nothing to do with you, it never will, it never did. You’re the light in our life, you are our whole universe. We just want you to be okay, you don’t have to be who you were, people change, but you need to be okay. You’re not okay right now, there isn’t anything wrong with that, it’s okay to not be okay, but me and your mama will find you help if you don’t seek it our yourself. You need to go to rehab, you can’t live your life like this, it isn’t sustainable. Drugs ruin peoples lives. I don’t need to throw stats at you for you to understand the magnitude of drug related deaths, because that’s how this will end, with you dead. You’ve been through so much bubba, you’re so strong, but you don’t always have to be strong, you’re allowed to break down, you’re allowed to have bad days. But drugs isn’t a way to fix that, it’s not a safe coping mechanism, you can’t rely on drugs to solve every problem that you have. You need to get clean. We love you so much, our beautiful girl.”

Everything hurts, your heart, your head, your body. Your eyes and head aren’t clear, it’s like there is a fuzzy haze covering everything, but you believe what Leah is telling you, she’s telling you the honest truth, and you can’t deny that.

[thegoldencontracts]

On The House!

Summary: Azul's always seemed to break his "no free lunch" rule with you. A free lunch here, tutoring there, and whatnot. But it's only after you two start dating that you realize why.

Notes: Jai if you see this TYYYY YOU ARE A GENIUSS RAGGHHH, also there's one brief innuendo of "punishment" by the reader bc I feel like teenagers would absolutely make innuendos - source: me and my friends, and also bc the reader's gotta annoy Azul somehow

Everyone knew that Azul Ashengrotto was notoriously stingy. He was a firm believer that if you wanted to cross a bridge, you had to pay the toll. He never gave anything for free.

Except with you. Azul tutored you quite a few times, and he'd even get you snacks while he was at it. Why? Was he trying to scam you?

As you chewed on a piece of the candy he'd given you, you couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, Azul," you said. "Can I ask why you're giving me all this free stuff?"

Azul's eyes widened a bit.

"It's of irrelevance," he said.

Weird. He didn't usually get defensive this quickly. Maybe he was just upset because you'd caught him trying to scam you?

"Is this some weird plan to sucker me into a contract?" You asked, eyes narrowed. "Because I'm not signing anything."

Azul seemed to get irritated at that, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No, no, I assure you, that isn't the case," he said.

Why was he getting defensive like this? That wasn't usually how he reacted to your prodding. There was probably something you didn't know.

Scratch that, there was definitely something you didn't know.

Whatever. You'd just have to find out later, it seemed.

"Fine, fine," you said. "But-"

Azul rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe that you got to see him so openly annoyed.

"I'm watching, Azul. You'd better not scan me, or else I'll punish you, okay?"

Azul groaned.

"What sort of phrasing is that?" He asked. "You aren't powerful enough to enforce anything upon me either way!"

"But it's funny!"

"Hmph, cretin."

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder, if Azul really thought you were a cretin, why did he give you so much free stuff?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time passed, and things between you and Azul changed. You'd even begin dating. He still kept giving you free stuff though.

Why? How was it that he could call you an absolute cretin and then shove a bowl of soup cooked by him your way in the same breath?

But then, one day, you realized why he did it.

It was to show his affection.

In hindsight, it should've been obvious. Everyone had some form of expressing their care for others, right? And this was Azul's. It only made sense.

You were going to ask him about it. Mostly because his reaction would be fun.

"Hey, remember that time I asked you why you gave me free stuff so much?" You said one day while the two of you were cuddled together in his bed.

Azul just silently pulled back the hand you'd used for emphasis back to his head, shooting you a bleary glare.

"Mm," he said in what was probably an affirmative. You could never be too sure though. Not with a tired Azul. For all you knew, he could just be expressing his annoyance with the fact that you weren't giving him enough headpats.

"Well, I think you were always doing it to show your looooove."

That seemed to wake Azul up.

Hastily, he swatted away your hand - though you could tell he wanted it back right after, turning away from you with a huff.

"That's utterly preposterous!" He said, though his cheeks were flushed. "I certainly wasn't pining after you like some buffoon!"

He absolutely was. He showed you he loved you since way back then, while all his free tutoring sessions and carefully prepared meals.

"Are you embarrassed about it, Azul?" You said. "Don't me. I think it's cute, you know."

Azul scowled.

"You're a mongrel," he said, before standing up with a sigh. "I'll make you some food, perhaps the added energy will help restore your ordinary intellect."

That actually sounded like Azul was calling you smart and stupid at the same time. Bravo, Azul. Impressive.

Wait. He was doing it again!

"And you're making this because you looove me, right?" You said, batting your eyelashes.

"Think whatever you wish," he said. "But we ought to get back to bed once you finish your food."

He just wanted to cuddle, didn't he?

"Anything for you."

And as Azul asked you what you wanted for dinner, you could tell that he'd do anything for you as well.

[babygirl-riley]

Secrets

Ghost and you have been co workers with benefits for while. Will something change?

Warnings: smut, porn with no plot, piv, f!receiving, simon being spoiled, mask kink, voice kink, little semi public sex(?), secret relationship, swearing, fluff

“Means we can break any law. I find it funny that you’re the only one I look for.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

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The meeting was hard to focus, it was steps for the upcoming assignment. Cartel was making moves that have become more erratic and more dangerous. Even though yes that is bad, you couldn’t get over the fact Ghost brushing his hand up your thigh, higher and higher, giving a quick squeeze before retracting.

It’s been two months since you both been fucking. It was wrong. Him being your lieutenant and you being his sergeant. The first time you both fucked it was behind ammo crates, you both were fighting then next thing you know he was hiking you up and pushing his cock into you. The sex has been fast and hard never in between.

There was also a rule, ABSOLUTELY no kissing. You both agreed that kissing made it real and what you both have is NOT real. Just a release. However, today you had to end it. Soap almost caught the both of you when you were fucking in the showers. Thinking that it was empty until the door open, Soap singing to the high heavens. Asking Ghost if he is in here and to discuss some football.

“Wheels we be up tomorrow mornin’. 0500,” Price said closing the meeting up. “Get rest.”

You were up and leaving first, you needed to breathe. How could you end it when your skin goes up in flames ANYTIME he touches you. Ghost knew something was up based how you would be leaving right after you both fucked or even not touching him subtlety. He would never admit it but he was touched deprived. For some ungodly reason he loved when you would give that attention to him.

Ghost didn’t want it, he needed you. He needed your touch, your attention, just fucking you. He needed you. Ghost never felt like he was a moth to a flame, always returning when it would start shining in the darkness. Ghost never went back to women, rarely at most. If he did call back it was twice possibly three times before he would disappear on them. Not only you were on his team but he couldn’t shake you off.

Ghost knew that it was wrong as well. Just couldn’t leave you, he hated when you would laugh at Soap’s jokes to patting Gaz’s shoulder. He was possessive. You were his. This new feeling came only a week ago, feeling his blood boil with rage when watching things unfold.

You didn’t expect a knock on your door. Half of you at least. You knew the knock. Ghost. Once the door opened he stepped in cornering you inside. “We can’t do this.” You mumbled as he closed the door behind him.

“Can’t what.” He said gripping your hips as he got closer.

“This.” You whispered as you smelt his smell. The gun powder. Cologne. Cigarettes.

He didn’t say anything but his face getting closer to yours. “Probably.”

“We should stop this.” You whispered having your back pressed more into the wall as he moved your thighs to plant one of his in between. Ghost lift his mask up, you felt his breath on your lips. A new feeling boiling up into you.

“Probably would be the smar’ route,” He whispered his sigh making an imprint on your lips. God all you wanted was to kiss him, smash your lips together. Break the rule. “I just need-just one. Bloody. Kiss.”

You looked down at his lips then to his eyes. “That would break many rules Ghost.”

“Simon.” He said quickly. “And we have already broken many love.”

Your heart started to race. “Simon.” You whispered then next thing that happened his lips were on yours. You gasped at first and didn’t know what to do. However you kissed back, both of you fighting for dominance of the kiss.

You thought you were going to be in charge until he backed you up to the bed. You laid down as he moved on top of you, he slid his hands under your shirt sending shivers down your spine. Everything was feeling good, his hands, his lips, the tent that formed in his pants. You wanted it all. Even though few minutes ago you were about to break it off. How could you now?

Ghost…Simon broke the kiss as he kissed your cheek, your jawline, then your neck. You hummed as you moved your head for him to be able to give access better. His kisses on your neck were sloppy then he bite not too hard to leave a mark but hard enough to have you curl into him.

“I dreamt of this,” He whispered into your ear taking it between his teeth before lifting your shirt off. “Latchin’ my lips onto your skin Tasting ya fully,” You moaned as he gripped your beasts. “We made the rule of no kissing but the more I thought about it the more it became addicting to think of. Like an itch ready to be scratched.”

You lifted yourself up to have him throw your shirt across the room. “Ghost I-.”

“Simon,” He bite hard onto your shoulder making you gasp. “I’m not your Ghost anymore. You call me by my name yeah?”

You nodded as he kept kissing down. You felt like your body was on fire, he has only had his lips on your cunt, liking it, eating it like a man starved. Right now however he is slow, precise, hitting all the soft spots on your skin. Mapping out different locations that made you tic.

Simon latched his mouth on one of your nipples as he swirled it around. You sighed as you rutted up into him, everything just was intensified. He slid his hands down to your jeans unbuttoning and shoving them down with your panties. He sucked hard onto the nipple before releasing it with a pop the started with the next one.

You softly kicked your legs to hear your clothing drop on the floor. You looked down at him, his painted eyes shut, looking like he was in heaven. It made you pussy clench around nothing, he just looked beautiful like this. He did the same event that he did on your other nipple then kissed in between your breast before opening his eyes. You both locked eyes as he kissed more down towards the place you wanted.

You didn’t even realized you stopped breathing by the time he kissed both of your thighs. “Simon stop teasing.” It was suppose to come out more authoritative but it came out as a whine.

Simon chuckled blowing on your cunt. “Needy needy,” He whispered before pressing a finger on your clit. “Fucking soaking doll.”

You hissed feeling that familiar shock course through you. “Simon please.” You begged basically almost panting.

Simon smirked at you before licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit, giving it a small flick with his tongue. You gasped gripping the sheets as he started devouring you cunt. Sucking and biting. You rolled your hips following his movements with his tongue. “Fuck,” You whispered as his tongue played with your hole. Simon could feel you tightening from it. He moaned sending the vibrations right into your core. “Ah!” You yelped, it’s like he has never touched you like this before. When you both first started fucking, your body was sensitive and needy.

The noises that came from his mouth was ungodly, the slurping, the squashing noises coming from your wetness. It was pornographic. Simon entered one of his fingers into your entrance, making your eyes roll. “Fuuuck,” You sighed feeling him pump his finger in and out of you before adding a new one in. “Right there Simon.”

“Say it again,” His voice was mumbled still latched onto your cunt. “Say my name.”

You started to pant as your orgasm was closing in. Before you could say his name a knock came at the door. You jumped, you tried to get back up before Simon’s large hand placed you down. He shook his head now going slowly on your pussy. You glared at him trying to get up before he bite your thigh. “Y/n I have paperwork for your assignment tomorrow.” Price.

You froze and gasped as Simon continued to suck on your clit. He gave you the look of ‘You gonna answer.’ Again you glared at him before clearing your throat trying to gather your thoughts. “Perfect, will you slide it underneath the door?”

It was silent at first, you bite the back of you hand as Simon pumped his fingers harder and faster onto the spongy spot. You quietly whimpered as your eyes rolled back. Your orgasm was coming quick and you tried to hold. You heard the paper slide under, feeling relief. “Of course. Remember 0500.”

“Yes sir.” You couldn’t believe that Simon kept going as you answered.

Simon then started to suck hard on your clit. Making you lay back fully trying to move away. Simon locked his arms around your legs pinning you down. “I know you almost there dove,” His fingers being sucked in and held made him want to cum right then and there. You were a naughty minx, he kept thinking to himself. How you were clenching anytime you would try to withhold a moan. How fast he moves his fingers. “You can cry all you want now.”

That you did, you whimpered as you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. Simon loved watch how his fingers would be engulfed as you whined through your orgasm. He made one last lick before kissing your thighs. “There ya go pretty.” He whispers as you heard the unbuckling of his belt.

“Simon everything.” You whisper looking down at him. He gave you a quizzed look. “All your clothes.”

Simon stood there before pulling his sweatshirt over his head and pulled both pants and boxers down. You sat up placing your hands on his abdomen. “Come here.” You whispered as he leaned down kissing you.

He kept kissing you as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He slowly push in, both of you stopped kissed as he grunted. Your mouth gaped open, you sighed as he settled into you. His cock pressed against your cervix. “Fuck.” He whispered leaning down to kiss you once more.

You whimpered into the kiss when he pulled out and slammed back in. God it felt like home, him being inside of you. Feeling his cock rub against your walls. His kiss. You grabbed onto his bare back, gripping his muscles, feeling them contract. Going over his scars softly, you would usually be surprised that he would even show off his bare body, besides his face. Right now, you just enjoyed his presence, he is handsome with it without scars.

You felt his hands grab yours as he put them above you. Gripping your wrists, you latched one of your legs up as he started to speed up. His cock hitting that spot that made you see stars. You grabbed around his neck kissing him once again. Both of your tongues dancing as both of your hips slapped against one another.

Simon moaned into your mouth as you second orgasm starting to spill out. You whimpered as your pussy clenched around his cock, begging to milk into you. You whined loudly as you gripped everywhere on him, bliss filling your veins. Simon kept his lips on your swallowing your moans and gasps. His thrust became harder and faster, one of his hands snaking down to your hip pinning you.

He stopped kissing you as his placed his forehead against yours. “I-I know this,” He hissed feeling his orgasm creeping in. “I can’t-I can’t stay away.” He whispered thrusting harder, sloppier.

You moaned from him saying that, you didn’t want to end it. You wanted more. You needed him. You wanted him. “I can’t either Simon.” You whined cupping his cheeks, watching his face soften.

Simon groaned deeply, looking into your eyes. You felt him faltering and his cock twitching more, his long vein rubbing against your walls. You could feel another orgasm coming, you snaked your hand between you and him and rubbed you clit.

“Ah-Simon please,” You yelled the coil burning through your skin. “I need you to cum with me please!”

Simon went faster his thrust sloppy. “Of course, I’m-bloody hell-I’m right there!” He said loudly.

Simon placed his face on the side of your neck. Panting loudly, you gripped his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. You came hard, harder than you ever had with him. Simon grunted and slammed into you pushing himself farther than he was before. You felt your walls become full of his cum, mixing yours and his together.

Both of you laid there for a moment, sweat sticking to each other. His weight wasn’t all the way pressured but enough to feel like a blanket. You rubbed his back, having your hand go up and down into his mask, through his hair. “I’m serious,” Simon mumbled pulling his arm on the other side of your neck in. “I can’t stay away. If you tell me that it’s done, I don’t know if I could.”

You laid there for a moment thinking how the hell it got to this point. You couldn’t either. “What are we going to do?” You sighed.

Simon pushed himself up, shaking a bit. “We have to keep it a secret love.”

You laughed rolling your eyes. “It didn’t seem like you wanted to when Price was here.”

Simon smiled, actually smiled. It was rare for him, especially when it wasn’t just the two of you. “Yeah he probably knows already.”

You smacked his shoulder. “He would be the one to keep our secret from, you muppet.”

Simon chuckled pushing a wet strand of hair out of the way. “This is going to be fun.” He kissed your cheek. You sighed rolling your eyes once more. He started to pull out, you winced and felt disappointed. Even your pussy was upset that he left. “Come here Sargent.”

He laid against your pillow taking you with him. “Yes sir.” You whispered leaning into him. You both slept softly, shit you know that this secret wouldn’t last long.

[iliketangerines]

tangled up

a/n: lowkey forgot how to write for a moment here lmao, [smar]: prey

pairing: neytiri x afab!na'vi!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), hunter/prey, slight bondage, pussy eating, finger fucking, overstimulation

you creep along the bushes, keeping your feet as silent as you can among the grass and the nightlife as your ears twitch back and forth, listening for any unusual sounds

it’s not like you were in any real danger, none of the larger animals ever came this way because of the pali herds, and they were friendly to the na’vi

and you had spent most of your life here in this forest, learning how to navigate the more treacherous parts of eywa’eveng in these very woods

rather, the danger came from the eerie stillness of the night, in the adrenaline rushing through your veins as you listened for Neytiri

you were the prey, and she was the hunter

carefully, you tread through the forest, making sure your feet don’t crack over any loose twigs, and you keep your breath as quiet as you can

a slight rustle in the bushes to your left startles you, and you snap your head towards the sound, inching backwards from it

keeping your gaze on the sound, you turn to dart away from the bushes and slam into something, and you stumble backwards, trying to regain your grasp of balance

rope wraps tightly around you, pinning your arms to your sides, and you fall to the ground on your back with a loud ‘oomf’

the only reprieve is that you fall into soft grasses, and you open your eyes to find Neytiri standing above you, a triumphant smile on her face as she stares at you

“oh, ma’smar, you are simply too easy to catch.” Neytiri falls to her knees and crawls toward you, eyes glowing with the bioluminescent plants

“hey! that’s ru-” she interrupts you by wrapping a hand around your ankle and pulling you towards her, spreading your legs around her waist

“mmm, rude or not, i think i want to enjoy my feast now.” she lowers herself between your legs, nimble fingers pulling your tewng to the left as your thighs rest upon her shoulders

it exposes your pussy to the air of the night forest, and you have no time to react before her tongue is on you, lapping at your sensitive clit

a moan escapes from you, and you let your head fall back into the grasses as Neytiri hums, her grip on your thighs growing tighter

she presses the flat of your tongue into you, letting the rough texture slide over your clit before flicking it back and forth and then sucking on the bud

it makes you whine and your hips to buck up into the air, the sudden assault of pleasure on your senses making your body crawl with fire

Neytiri grunts in displeasure, and one of her arms comes down to press against your hips, pinning them down to the forest floor and forcing you to take what she gives you

her other hand comes around, spreading your pussy lips as she sucks on your clit, and she slides in two fingers easily

“mmm, you’re already so wet for me. do you like feeling so helpless against me? unable to escape as i taste you?” her fingers thrust into you, curling up into your sweet spot and sending pleasure sparking through you

your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth as you try to answer, but all that comes out is a pitiful whimper as she brings her mouth back on you, ruthlessly lapping at your clit with her tongue

Neytiri just smiles and hums around you, and the vibrations travel up your spine and the beginnings of an orgasm melt your mind into nothing more than ash

“ah-! mmh, Ne-Neytiri, please aah! mnngg-” your back arches off the ground as you clench your fingers around her, desperate to cum already

you try to ride her face in vain, her arm still pins you to the ground, and you can only moan her name as she laps at you

she glances up through her lashes, fingers massaging against your sweet spot, forcing you closer and closer to the edge of pleasure

her satisfied hums as she laps into you sends you over the cliff and diving into whirlpools of your orgasm

it crashes into you and drags you into its depths, makeing your mind spin and your body twitch and thrash, but her arm keeps your hips pinned down as she continues to fuck you on her fingers

Neytiri gives no reprieve, thrusting her fingers into you and dragging her tongue along your clit even as your orgasm bleeds away at the edges

“w-wait, Neytiri, i-mmnnh aagh ple-please!” she ignores your cries, only thrusting your fingers into you harder, listening to the wet squelch of your pussy as your slick stains the inside of your thighs and the floor

she drags another orgasm out of you too quickly, and it stings through you, pleasure and pain mixing together in a dangerous brew

and yet, her tongue continues to taste you, fingers relentless in her pace

you feel boneless, thighs twitching uselessly as she hums and moans at how you clench around her fingers, how your swollen clit tastes in her mouth

she finally removes her mouth, but her fingers remain in their pace, wet squelches echoing with your choked moans and whines

“i intend to feast on you for as long as i want,” her words barely process in your hazy mind, too fogged with pleasure to properly think, “and you’ll take it. because you’re my good smar, yes?”

Neytiri is back on you before you can answer, tongue ravaging your poor abused clit as she massages her fingers into your sweet spot

you weren’t going anywhere until she was satisfied

[according2thelore]

Thanks Lizzy for the ask!

Here is a Late wincest Weds ask from me!

What is one scene or conversation Sam and Dean had that was especially wincest flavored that you want to rewrite to make it be EXPLICITLY wincest instead of weirdcest?

Muah! Ty again!

- Cassi

hi, cassi!! happy wincest wednesday!

thank YOU so much for the ask!!!

AGH! this one is so hard! my immediate reach for this one is of course the church scene. nothing like gently bandaging wounds/handfasting in a church while proclaiming your love:

DEAN: [...] But I can't do it without you. SAM: You can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember? DEAN: Come on, man. That's not what I meant. SAM: No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can't do that again. DEAN: Sam -- SAM: [beginning to cry] What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another -- another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just – DEAN: Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you. SAM: How do I stop? [SAM squeezes his hand as blood drips out onto the floor the orange glow is a little brighter but then starts to fade.] DEAN: Just let it go. SAM: I can't. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like. [DEAN wraps a bandanna around Sam’s cut.] DEAN: Hey, listen, we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on. [DEAN grabs SAM and pulls him in for a tight hug.] DEAN: Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother.

i needed sam to make his jealousy over benny more overt, and i would probably rewrite it to make it even more codependent and offputting if that's possible.

my mind also goes to dean's final monologue in s15e20, but...like...that's already borderline textual. it could stand to have just a touch more wincest:

SAM: P-Please. DEAN: I'm fading pretty...I'm fading pretty quick, so... there's a few things that I need you to hear. Come here. (Sam moves closer and Dean puts his hand on the side of Sam's neck) Let me look at you. Yeah, there he is. I'm so proud of you, Sam (Dean's hand is on Sam's shoulder and Sam is holding onto Dean wrist) DEAN: You know that? I've always looked up to you. (Sam is getting emotional, trying not to cry) Man, when we were kids, you were so damn smar... smart. You never...You never took any of dad's crap. I never knew how you did that. And you're stronger than me. You always have been. Hey, did I ever tell you... Did I ever tell you that night that, uh... that I ca... That I came for you when you were at school? You know, when dad hadn't come back from his hunting trip? SAM: Yeah, um.. Uh, the Woman in White. DEAN: The Woman in White. That's right. I must have stood outside your dorm for hours... because I didn't... I didn't know what... What you would say. (Sam is visibly crying) I thought you'd tell me to... to get lost or get dead. And I don't know what I would've done... if I didn't have you. 'Cause I was so scared. I was scared, 'cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It's always been you... and me. SAM (crying): Then don't leave me. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone. DEAN: Yes, you can. SAM: Well, I don't want to. DEAN: Hey. I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you... (Dean is crying as he places his fist over Sam's heart) Right here... every day. Every day you're out there and you're Li... And you're living and you're fighting, 'cause you...You always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there every step. I love you so much. My baby brother.

like...c'mon.

i also think i would rewrite dean in croatoan to say "you know what it's about" with his patent sam-smitten-eyes, before he gets cut off:

SAM: Dean, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here. DEAN: No way. SAM: Give me my gun, and leave. DEAN: For the last time, Sam. No. SAM: (slamming the table) This is the dumbest thing you've ever done. DEAN: Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa? (shudders) SAM: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you. DEAN: No? SAM: No, you can keep going. DEAN: Who says I want to? SAM: What? DEAN crosses to the other wall and pulls a handgun out of his waistband before sitting on the file cabinet. DEAN: I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life . . . this weight on my shoulders, man. I'm tired of it. SAM: So what, so you're just going to give up? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has — DEAN: You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but . . . SAM: What is it about? [my addition] DEAN: You know what it's about-- (They hear a noise outside.)

small one, and not "romantic," but definitely wincest, i think it would have been lovely if they changed s4e21 from

DEAN: No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it. BOBBY: And if he dies? DEAN: Then at least he dies human!

to:

DEAN: Then at least he dies mine!

because i think a lot of the ruby/dean conflict is about control, about who owns sam, and over who has guardianship over sam's decisions. plus, i think it reflects a lot of dean's control issues he has this season.

another small thing that could've been a joke, is during "mystery spot," sam should've tried kissing dean to see if that changed anything. dean could die immediately after, and it could've been played as a gag. i'm actually shocked he didn't try to kiss him. if it works, it works, right?

but i think my final choice has to be not a specific line of dialogue, but a scene. my ultimate choice for tweaking is the final montage in s15.

i'm talking domestic!chesters. i think it's perfect that they end up basically married in the bunker, and i would've loved to see just little hints that it's more than meets the eye. "dean's" room has the other side of the bed perfectly made. sam's jacket hangs on the other chair. dean reaches for someone on the other side of the bed before he realizes they're already up. later, dean rests a casual hand on sam's hip when he passes him in the kitchen.

at the pie festival, someone makes a comment that they're such a cute couple, and sam demurs but dean just winks. sam wipes the whipped cream off of dean's nose and puts his finger in his own mouth. dean kisses him and now they've both got shit on their face.

one of the witnesses flirts with sam and dean makes a weird face. sam steps closer to him and smiles awkwardly.

(and maybe at the very end of dean's death, a kiss he has to gasp his way through because he can barely breathe at this point.)

i just LOVE domestic!chesters. 🥺 and would have loved to see them living their domestic bliss.

thank you so much for this ask, cassi! i am so sorry it's 37 miles long, lol! this was such a fun ask! happy wincest wednesday! <3

-lizzy

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.2

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴: 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘯𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘤: 1.9𝘬

“Heh”, you could feel his grin. Rick bent down and leaned in closer, bridging the scant distance that separated your lips. With each breath, the air became thick with tension, your heartbeat echoing in the silence. His proximity sent more shivers down your spine, his presence enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensations. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. “You act all-all strong and br-bratty but you’re actually pretty fucking shy. Want Mr. Sanchez to make you blush-blush some more?”

Awkward silence fell upon the room. Everyone set at the dinner table as soon as Beth was home from work. Even Rick showed up – burping and drunk as usual.

“O my God, I’ll start talking then. You guys are like so weird”, Summer exclaimed, typing on her phone, “So, y/n, Grandpa Rick, what’s up?”

“She-She is some girl who was teleported by a version of me. Fucking i-idiot barely knows anything about herself.” Rick sounded pissed, him not getting any information out of you was more than just annoying to him – it was a failure. Grunting he pulled out his flask, taking a sip of his drink, “Wanna add anything, sweetheart?” 

Childish. Why was he provoking you the whole time? “Not really. I know my name, my age and being a studying psychology at college. That’s about it. I don’t remember my family, my home, or my life before I ended up in your house. I’m really sorry for the trouble I’ve caused, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” Sheepishly you looked at Beth and Jerry. 

A sigh fell from Beth’s lips before she smiled at you kindly. “Don’t worry, y/n. We’ve been through worse. You don’t seem to be a bad kid. I’m sorry that one of my dad’s did this.” 

Jerry was just happy to be acknowledged and poured you some wine into your glass. “Summer told me you’re 21, drink up. I’m a pretty cool dad, you know?” With lips curved upwards you thanked him for the drink. What would ease your nervousness better than red wine? Maybe only Rick is a fucking bastard.

“You should sleep here until we know more about you, y/n. After all it really is our – more like dad’s – fault that you’re here. You’re a college student, right? You could help Morty and Summer with their homework and clean around the house to compensate, if you want”, Beth’s smile was warm and welcoming. No way is this woman really Rick’s daughter.

“We could become best friends, y/n! You’re sooo pretty and you stand your ground against Grandpa. You’re like literally perfect to chill with.”

Morty said nothing, he simply stared at you with an opened mouth and big eyes. “Yeah…yeah…homework with y/n”, he suddenly mumbled under his breath which caused Rick to call him a “fucking perverted idiot” and Summer joining in by insulting Morty as weird and disgusting. 

“I mean, I can’t really reject your offer, can I? Helping the kids with their homework and doing some cleaning really isn’t a big deal. I will also be looking for a job. I really can’t thank you guys enough for your kindness.”

The family started to discuss where you should sleep. Summer’s or Morty’s room were out of question – it was too uncomfortable for you, sleeping in a room with a minor as an adult. Beth was the one who declined you using the couch – a young woman should have a little bit of privacy. What was left? Rick’s room.

“Absolute no-no fucking way. I’m not going to share my bed with that girl and nooo fucking way in h-hell am I going to give my bed up complete. You guys are nuts.” Everyone grunted in disapproval, of course Rick would be the next problem (again). Acting like he wasn’t in the garage or in space most of the time anyway.

“Please give me the garage then. I only need it to sleep. I bet you have a mattress stored somewhere, Mr. Sanchez. After all you are the smartest man alive, aren’t you?” His tone and attitude irritated you and you despised that man, but you wanted to show Beth and Jerry your best side. So, you were as polite as you could be.

Rick simply blinked, his eyebrows high enough to almost reach his hairline. Mr. Sanchez, damn, it sounded good. “If you touch my fucking stuff I-I’ll send you to some other fucking universe, got-got it? Jesus. You guys are annoying. I can’t deal with this shit today.” Slamming his hands on the table he stood up and left, walking towards the couch. “I’m watching interdimensional cable now so aaaall of you: shut the fuck u-up.” And with that he sat down and turned the TV on.

“Settled then! Come on, girl, let’s go to my room!”, before you could even reply, Summer grabbed your hand and forced you upstairs.

“Thanks for letting me shower and lending me your clothes, Summer.” Your hair was still slightly wet as you scanned yourself in the mirror. Summer lent you black flared yoga pants and a white tank top, along with cute slippers, she even gave you a toothbrush and showed you her collection of various bodywash products with different scents. Her room was small but cute with pink walls – you liked it.

During the shower you tried to sort your thoughts, taking in this strange situation, and replaying the day in your head. No normal person would believe you. Even you could barely believe it. Did you even know yourself? Sighing you sat down next to the redhead on her bed.

“Girl, not to sound like some creep or anything but your ass looks good as fuck”. Jokingly you slapped Summer’s arm. You two didn’t need a lot of time to bond. It felt like you knew her for a long time, familiar yet unfamiliar. “I know Grandpa is kinda mean to you but he’s like that to everyone. He got some issues but like he isn’t that bad. You just have to get used to him.”

You did nothing more than hum and threw your head back to stare at the ceiling. Rick wasn’t a normal grandpa, you figured that much. He was mean, disrespectful, loud, rude, selfish, and so on. Maybe Summer was right, maybe you just needed to get used to his behavior. If you wanted to survive in this house, you should at least try to tolerate Rick. He was obviously the man of the house and even if everyone complained about him, everyone loved him to hell and back. “I’ll try, Summer. Enough about that. It’s late and you have school tomorrow, right? I’ll be going now. Sweet dreams.”

Right before you left her room you heard Summer whisper a small “Good Night”. It could be that it was the student in you, but you sensed her being lonely under her big girl façade. Beth had Jerry and Rick had Morty, Summer was the odd one out. Don’t worry, Summer, we’ll totally be best friends. You closed the door behind you and tiptoed your way into the garage – Summer told you a lot about the house and the family while you were with her. She also warned you to never go into Morty’s room without knocking, that Jerry’s unemployed and cracked lame dad jokes and that Beth was extremely dependent on Rick.

Your hopes of simply laying down and going to sleep were crushed as soon as you opened the door to the garage. Instead of being met with beautiful silence Rick decided to make something clear. In a moment charged with tension, Rick pressed you against the door with a fervor that electrified the air around you. His hand firmly planted on the surface beside you, creating an intimate enclosure, trapping you. With an intensity in his gaze, he stared into your eyes. You, taken aback by the sudden closeness, felt your heart race in response to Rick’s boldness, your breath catching in the space between you. “What do you think you- “

“L-listen to me, you little shit-shit”, Rick interrupted you, “This whole thing doesn’t s-sit right with me. I don’t fucking trust you. If I think-think you’re better dead I’ll fuck-fucking k-kill you, understand?” He stuttered more than usual, he also smelled even more like alcohol than before. His voice was quiet yet stern and dominant. You couldn’t take the pressure anymore and averted your gaze. 

“Step away from me, you’re way too close.”

“Heh”, you could feel his grin. Rick bent down and leaned in closer, bridging the scant distance that separated your lips. With each breath, the air became thick with tension, your heartbeat echoing in the silence. His proximity sent more shivers down your spine, his presence enveloping you in a whirlwind of sensations. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still. “You act all-all strong and br-bratty but you’re actually pretty fucking shy. Want Mr. Sanchez to make you blush-blush some more?”

Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of the moment, you instinctively pushed against his chest forcefully. Your heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, your mind struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. “Stop provoking me! I’m just not used to people being so close to me, that’s it.”

“Back to being bratty, I s-see”, he turned around and pointed at a bed next to his workbench, “You-you gonna sleep on here buuut not yet! We gon have some fun, y/n. You and me. Y/n and Rick. I-I saw you dri-drinking that red wine, I got better shit!” Only now did you notice bottles in various shapes and colors on his desk.

“You can’t be serious…You literally just threatened me and now you want to drink?”, confusion was written all over your still red face. 

“Do-Don’t be a pussy, y/n! Finally got s-someone old enough in-in this house. Do you realize how fucking-fucking boring earth-shit actually is?! Th-this will send you in-into another dimension, y/n! You will never drink boring ass wi-wine again, y/n! I even have some space weed!” His speech was rapid-fire.

Ah, fuck it. He already had you at the mention of weed. The day has been crazy and all over the place, getting wasted with Rick wouldn’t make a difference. Besides trying weed and alcohol from outer space does sound nice, you were intrigued. “Okay, okay, stop yelling”, a small smile formed on your lips as you walked over to his desk, stopping next to him. A cool pink bottle stood as a beacon of elegance and sophistication, its sleek curves catching the light in a mesmerizing dance of iridescence. Crafted from smooth, translucent glass, it seemed to radiate a soft, ethereal glow from within, casting a delicate hue of pink that enchanted the eye. “I want to try this first, can we?”

“Even now you-you ended up choosing the w-wine…kinda. Sorry to bu-burst your bubble, little girl. We’re gonna dr-drink how I want it and that sh-shit is for something very, very special. You-you couldn’t handle it. Trust-trust me. Or do you want t-to me to get reeaal close to you, huh? Have s-some different kind of fu-fun, princess?” Even though his words were a warning it came across as something different due to the tone of his voice. His tone was low and husky, weaving a seductive melody that wrapped around you like a silk ribbon. With each whispered syllable, he exuded an aura of confidence and charm, his words dripping with innuendo and suggestion. Oh, I think I got it.

“Never mind. What’s your plan then, Rick?”

“Getting absolutely waaasted, y/n! And don’t-don’t you dare tap out! We’re-we’re gonna talk about a lot of shit, y/n. I’m going to-going to let you try every fucking o-one of my favorite drinks, y/n! And then-then we’ll get high on fucking space weed! Just you and me, y/n. We’re gonna find out why you’re h-here, y/n! I’m gonna win against that fu-fucking Rick, y/n! Now, first-first bottle: Stardust Elixir from planet Xylophor!”

This was going to be a long night.

[random-vyxx]

Sooo! Nn DIALTOWN HEADCANONS!! (Tw there are brief mentions of suicide-) [ill get to dsaf headvanons in a different post]

(Also there's a LOT.)

Gingi:

• phonegingi and typegingi are separate beings.

• biology is determined on whats funniest in context.

• can change their sex at will,, like a frog,

• sometimes sleeps at the foot of norms bed like some fatass dog /lovingly /inspiredby that one nrom blog

• they have an immense dislike of beans.

• when asked about any sort of beans they get defensive.

• red-green colour blind

• purrs,,

• has adhd ,,, because,, they,, akt like me,, *

• thinks the narrator and it are homoerotic, the narrator just wants to go home.

• has a hang in there cat poster in its tent.,, stole it from Billy's alternary school when smuggling him out to ask for help summoning satan.

• likes liquorice.

• every 1-3 years gingi has to get a rabies shot. WILL NOT go alone. Has to get someone to take her or else he IS biting a veterinarian.

• Gingi has broken a limb before, they tried gnawing it off but got distracted by an un-watched construction site (gravel yummy yummy)

Karen

• were married. /JOKR.. /perchance?!

• is not only protective of romantic companions (me rn: 🤓👆),, just anyone she likes.

• she doesn't stim often (repressing it n whatnot), but when she does its usually something simple like bouncing onto her heels. *

• HATTTEEESSS blueberries. Oh my god unless they're ripe in the right way she physically cannot make herself eat them. Likes the taste but GOD she cant deal with them. *

• sometimes when she has a painting she didn't like the outcome of, she lets gingi gnaw on it. (She uses non-toxic paints when painting near gingi)

• smart, but she can make dumb decisions out of impulse.

• goth phase, but eventually got out of it because she just.. Didn't like it anymore.

• girlboss, i love her! !!

• her boss HATED her!

• sometimes she gets art block and stares at the canvas, contemplating if shes actually an artist.

• found a leaf that looked strangely like Charlie Chaplin, showed it to gingi and gingi devoured it instantly.

Randal.

• Randy finds it very hard to sleep naturally!! He will curl up around the airvent in the ticket booth.

• shares a braincell with Oliver n Karen.

• as pathetic as he is, can be pretty damn assertive at times.

• not sexually, bro would be shook if he held your HAND.

• he daydreams about some disney ass "getting pushed onto the dance floor and #ROCKING IT!!!!! " (If he got pushed onto a dance floor hed cry.)

• HAS drempt (dreampt? ) about invader zim and rainbow dash frim mlp beating the shit out of him. Has cried to Oliver about it, and Oliver asked if he did or did not deserve their beating,, in the dream.

• honestly kinda in love with Oliver.

• has honestly known Karen a BIT longer than hes known Oliver,, probably met her after leaving his dads house at 16.

• anytime he passes by the swan pond while walking back to the funfair, he starts shaking

• religious trauma, but meeting god kinda eased his fears a bit

• maybe it was the whole "god is really just an alcoholic hobo.. Hm... Maybe im nOT going to hell! He just like me fr! ",, still scared of him tho since if his life got that bad god aint in control.

• ASS EYESIGHT!! cant afford repairs.

• Randy will scarf down ANY food given. Hes usually nervous about being given stuff, but food? No questions asked, already consumed

Oliver

• has some crazy ass habits

• OLIVER IS SMART. IM TIRED OF PRETENDING HES NOT. HE CAN ACT ON IMPULSE, YES, HE CAN MAKE BAD DECISIONS, YEAH, HELL HE CAN SAY DUMB/IMMATURE SHJT BHT HE UD SMAR HE ISS SMA

• actually a pretty good welder, just sometimes uses it for... Evil.

• he welded a dick then him and gingi giggled about it for 38 minutes. He hides it around the scareshack sometimes and when mr dickens finds it, he sighs and places it somewhere new to continue this GOD AWFUL game.

• jokes about committing crimes, but wouldn't,, chaotic good type shiz.

• romance is boring ahh self.*

• likes randy,, but subtly, since hes greyromantic

• once listened to "kiss me son of god" by they might be giants so long he felt physical withdrawal when he WASN'T listening to it. Would pay money to listen to it for the first time again. ****

• used to overbind just because hed forget hes wearing a binder. Average conversation would be like "god randy i feel sick as FUCKK... " "maybe get that checked out..? " "like my chest hurts n shit,, iunno if its actually serious but it does hurt" ".. Oliver are you wearing the binder thingy... If thats what its called-? "*

• Oliver speaks in stage directions, instead of right, he says "stage left"

Bigfoot

• it takes a lot to coax Bigfoot into the city, usually more responsive when karen does it.

• no longer allowed near a car. *

• actually knows several languages, just doesn't speak.

• dude its Bigfoot what can i say, he like 'naners.

Norm

• INTRUSIVE thoughts. Bro is tweaking. *

• whenever he gets intrusive thoughts he feels PHYSICALLY SICK. Like one he gets is doing what he was going to do in the bad ending. One bullet for mingus, one for himself. He wouldn't, definitely not. Giving up his happy ending would be stupid and he knows that. He cant control it though. Thats what intrusive thoughts are. He has yet to tell anybody about them. (Yes im starting his hcs with these two)

• bisexual, had the awakening during his isolation.. Fill in the blanks.

• the hat he wears is,, thank god,, not the infamous erotica hat. Though he has yet to get RID of the erotica hat.

• used to play bloody knuckles. I SWEAR ITS FUN*

• bickers with Mingus a lot, but sometimes they're calm (prolly after some hijinks.)

• was a fucking hOMO for Callum, it was not mutual, and he knew that.*

(tHIS IS NOT ME VILLAIN-IZING ANYONE HERE ITA OKAY TO NOT LIKE SOMEONE BACK I JUST NEED TO ADD TJIS DISCLAIMER BECAUSE SOEM PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK)

• God gets him to make omelettes sometimes. Norm is somewhat freaked out by it, but does it nonetheless because its fucking god.

• sometimes sees bad edits of spaceships going into space on Facebook reels... And he HAS gotten nostalgic over it. *

• isn't ready to date anybody, no siree, but he is able to form close bonds. And thats okay!!!

• sleeps with a rifle under his pillow*

• after little to no contact with fellow humans for YEARS, he is DOGSHIT at several social cues. I dont know if its the autism or the isolation anymore.... Vro also doesn't know about several important events!

• ended up giving gingi a turnip so theyd DHUT UP.

• asked my dad for ideas, he just "double cheeseburger". I dont know what this means.

• The ink spots fan at heart 💖

Mayor Mingus

• The mingling has a specific pin to show they're in it, but nobody knows what it means so they just look fruity. Mingus didn't accept the pin idea, but they did it any ways. She REFUSES to acknowledge the fact she put it on a board in her office.

• Has cat like behaviors,, obviously,, but sometimes shit like purring shows and she HATES it.

• post chapter 3, shes less frantic about fixing callum, but wont put him down,, never.

• head overheats easily become cats cant sweat (a lot)

• tries to get people to shut up as soon as possible, but will negotiate if she deems it necessary. *

• strangely knows "McDonald's lore". Doesn't elaborate.

• Mingus and the rest of the mingling are back as a group, gods no longer in it and bunnys there!!

• has a list of citizen's she dislikes immensely!! If this got leaked, she'd be in big trouble. *

• catnip works. Well. Too well.

• tango will find her high off her ass on catnip,,, just staring at a lamp like a fucking moth.

• The mingling isnt ENTIRELY incompetent now that bunnys back, theyre kinda together as a crime force. Shooty and stabby have yet to be given real weapons but they're still there so the REST of the mafia can say "Honey... We can call the MAYOR for this disrespect. "

• Passively aggressively says "Im fine. " if shes pissed off. [Needs al-kee-hol.. Aka milk]*

• walks her paw-paw around the nursing home just to keep him a little fit. Callum does NOT know who thos strange cat lady is but hes okay with that.

• tired mom-core

• AROACSE!!!! ACE!!! ARO!!!*

[The next characters wont have as many headcanons.]

Abel

• his complaining taught everyone his legal name was "Unabel". Everyone calls him that now.

• Drinks on the job.

• going through a messy divorce. He started it.

• Abelvynny??!!!

• hes alergic to peppermint and coconut.

• strange deja vu when he sees certain phones,, like... Whoever the hell Joe and Harry are, and Tango too for some reason. It confuses him and he does NOT like it.

Bunny

• ABEL DIVORCED HIS ASS WHILE BUNNY WAS IN THE HOSPITAL.

• Disabled because of getting slammed with a fucking machine.

• has prosthetic legs,, because,,, getting slammed with madame mediocre,, AND a call back to callum crown.

• ALSO drinks on the job

• doesn't actually like rabbits, changed his name for marketing.

• eats lemons. *

God / Local Hobo

• RARELY gets seriously mad, and when they do, its not that bad

• Churches weird him out,, but doesn't really care. *

• everyone in town knows them in some way.

• hes the one who pissed on the bank floor

• doesn't actually like eating waffles. He'll eat anything but waffles just are for decorative purposes in his mind.

• genderfluid,, but hes usually too drunk to use anything other than he/they.. Used to use everything though. Maybe when sober they'll use she/her,, but again, rarely sober.

• also has a feminine voice,,, just for sillies. *

Shooty n Stabby

• team rocket type shit

• they datin. They queer.

• their head was done by some dude in an alleyway between an applebees and a hospital.

• Originally he knife headed one is stabby, the gun headed one is shooty. They don't know that,, because they only call eachother "bro".

• dialtown mob isn't even that bad.. They're just incompetent. Like zim compared to the rest of the irken empire. Im sorry invader zim brainrots getting to me.

• HAD good weapons before, because mingus didn't know how shitty they were. Never again. Mingus learnt her lesson.

Theoraur Rustlebelt (famed adventurer and explorer)

• chronic back pain from wrangling large animals. Pain

• Put traps outside of gingis tent, gingi ate them

• sleeps holding a gun.

• says bully so much because its FUCKUNG A FUN WORD OKAY I UNDERSTAND THE HYPWY,, BULLY IS A FUN FUCKJNV WKRD*

• likes the colour green a little.. Too much, just doesn't ever wear it.

Little Billy

• Drinks pure ketchup and its scary. *

• Neurodivergent ,, *

• weed. Lots. [[[Most people thinks it's just kid shit, hes high. who gave him weed. ]]]

• Likes breakcore music (like atari teenage riot and machine girl ) *

• hates everyone equally ♡*

• peanut allergy,, but he mainly eats macaroni so does it matter????

• has one of those silly ass spinny chairs to keep him focused in mingling meetings,, but still easily diverges topic [SPINNY CHAOR IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM SOMEONE ELSS BHT I FORGOT FROM WHOM]

• knows a little too much about knives.*

• favourite knife is a bowie knife, since he finds the history neat. Thinks Jim Bowie did some SICK stuff... But like,, jim bowies still a terrible person and he knows it. Stoll that standoff was epic. This is self projecting im sorry***

• lies a lot, even when not needed. *

• picks up spiders and gives them to people he dislikes. *

• aroace,, but hes 7 so he doesn't know yet.. Nor care.

END!!!!! the amount of aroace headcanons is for a spECIFIC REASON!! (im aroace.)

[black-is-iconic]

The exception

Doma usually thought very little of women, in fact he hardly thought of them at all….because why should he? They were simply a means to an end, a quick meal here or a quick drink there.

A pretty face to look at once and then discard later. But that was before one of his newest little (kiss ass) followers had brought him a gift from overseas, at first he thought it was going to be some exotic animal, a lion perhaps or maybe a gazelle or a little fox with the oversized ears.

But no, laid out before him was a beautiful woman bound and gagged staring up at him with hate so potent it practically seared his flesh. Doma stared back down at you with a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and something more…something much darker, like lust.

Of course he knew what the emotion was but never experienced it in such…greater…depth or intensity. Although he was a bit confused if he lusted to taste the sweetness of your flesh and blood, or was he lusting…for other things, your blood had a potent aroma like ripe fuji left to soak in honey.

His mouth watered as he imagined sinking his fangs into you and tasting your delicious essence…perhaps even licking off the drops from his lips which dribbled onto your skin…

Dark as the midnight sky, [E/C] eyes like burning stars and hair peculiarly kinky in nature but yet silky in nature like spun silk and a voice like a thousand chimes ringing sweetly over a crystal clear lake, singing a song that resonated through his chest…

As you mumbled against your binds Doma noticed that the binds around your wrist were slightly loose exposing the reddened flesh of your wrist to the cold breeze of the temple air, his lips parted to say something to his follower.

But in the literal blink of an eye you'd sprung up from the floor in a blur of azure blue robes and slit the neck of said follower with a small curved blade concealed beneath the sleeve.

With a graceful twirl you turned trajectory and aimed for himself, and had he been a normal man you might've taken his life, bust instead Doma calmly smiled down at you as you plunged the curved blade into his chest soaking in the look of confusion and horror painted across your face as the blade shatter into a thousand pieces and fell to the ground like shimmering shards of ice.

Doma closed his eyes and slowly breathed in the scent of you. It was intoxicating, your eyebrows furrowed deeply and you slowly turn heel and ran.

The golden bangles dancing on your heels making your exit quite audible, he let out a heavy sigh as he contemplated what to o with you. Of course if he wanted to he could've you in seconds, but what would he do once he caught you?

He so badly wanted to taste you, but at the same time. You were an anomaly to him, you were different from those who had come before, different from every person he’d ever fed on before, different than those people he’d watched die in droves in front of him.

You were unlike anything he’s seen before, you were…dare he say it….special?

You reminded him a lot of Hantengu, for starts you both shared dark skin and strange kinky hair….although your skin was much darker than the later an your hair much more wild than his, hmmm Doma didn't want to eat you just yet, as tempting as it may be you are a rare specimen.

An tanzanite amongst trash, no he'd keep you for a little while. He slowly trailed after you, your scent was strong and intoxicating, enticing him to follow.

If he was going to keep you, he'd have to find a way to mask your lovely scent, surely your aroma would attract lesser demons. And while he could easily handle the lesser demons who could be threatened, intimidated or just plain eaten…it would be a problem if you lured in a higher ranking demons who'd be less likely swayed by his tatics.

Anyway he thought to himself stopping a follower who was getting ready to chase you into the dark of night, "let her go" he said cooly staring into the thick rolling gray clouds.

"A nasty storm is rolling in if she's smart she'll com back…when she does prepare a meal for her and room to rest in, as well as some fresh robes" his followers quickly nodded and scrambled to preform their meaningless task.

And Doma continued outside taking in the icy nip of the cold night air and listening to the distant rumble of thunder, he sighed, the wind had jostled your scent a bit, but not enough to loose you he could never loose you.

You were his new toy, and he planned on playing with you for quite awhile until he could tire you of this world entirely and drag you into paradise but for now he'd just…..wait

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖄𝖊𝖘, 𝖘𝖎𝖗 (𝕽𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

First fic of my masterlist and im IN LOVE with gow this has turn out!!! Hope you enjoy this one and the others. WARNINGS: SUGGESTIVE, PRAISE? KINK, TEACHER X STUDENT, and i dont know more.

Orynth University. One of the best in all of Erilea, known for its brilliant teachers, its library with all the knowledge in the world... Its ancient architecture amazed anyone. Its long hallways were decorated with old paintings, chandeliers hung from the ceiling in most classes, and shelf after shelf occupied the walls of the different classrooms. Everything about that University was magical.

You came from a small town belonging to Perranth where libraries were scarce and there was only one school and one institute. But you wanted more. You needed to get out of that small town, you felt like it was getting too small for you. So, you endured 2 years working in a bar to save enough money to be able to get out of there. In the end, you had enough money to rent a small apartment and pay the tuition that would take you to the UO.

After a year of waiting you were finally going to take Ancient Language. Before you came, you found a single book in the library that was about the Old Language, and you instantly fell in love. You couldn't find much on the internet, but when you found out that in 2 year it was taught as a subject, you fell in love instantly.

The first weeks for you were exciting and a little disappointing at the same time, because the teacher didn't have much idea about the subject and only read what was in the book. In the afternoons, you went to the library and researched and studied what was going to be in the next class, only then did you manage to be the best in the class. One day, you were waiting for the teacher, who never arrived. Apparently your now former teacher had decided to retire early, leaving you without a teacher... Or so you thought.

It had been a week since your old teacher decided it was time to leave. Since there was no teacher, most people decided to leave and then return to another class, except for you and a few others.

 Your classmates were preparing to leave again when, without warning, without knocking on the door to see if they could enter, the door opened revealing the most beautiful person you had ever seen. People stopped talking, paying attention to the person who had entered. Whispers about who he was began to be heard throughout the class.

 Her short silver hair shines under the light of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. His arms tense under hsi white shirt and his rolled-up sleeves reveal a tattoo that surely takes up his entire arm. And his face seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. You follow him with your eyes until he reaches the teacher's table. Young, but not your age. You estimate that he may be between 25 and 28 years old. Maybe 4 years older than you.

 His green eyes scan the entire class until they stop on you. Your eyes meet for what seems like an eternity, until he gives you a small lopsided smile and then turns his gaze back to the class.

“Hello everyone, I'm Rowan Whitethorn and I'm going to be your Ancient Language teacher throughout the course and the following years.” His deep, sensual and masculine voice remains engraved in the depths of your being. “If you think that I am going to be like your old teacher, you are very wrong. You have come to study and that is what you are going to do. I don't want cheap excuses as to why you were absent, I don't care if the cat died. One lack of attendance is one point less in the evaluation, two absences mean the privilege of taking the exam is taken away, and three absences mean expulsion from my class. “I want justified and rational causes.”

The authority of his voice makes thoughts that until then had never crossed your mind about a teacher cloud your mind. Rowan was going to be your downfall.

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Not only was he handsome, he was also the smartest teacher you had ever had in your entire life. His voice when he spoke in the Old Language was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard and your notebook was immediately filled with notes. Your companions were leaving one by one, there were a few meters left to reach the door when a voice sounded behind you.

“Miss Y/n, can you wait a moment?”

You stand up and, taking a deep breath, you turn around and head towards the teacher's table where Rowan is standing leaning on the table with his arms crossed, making his biceps tense. Keeping a safe distance, you say: “Yes, professor?”

A low laugh leaves his lips. "Don't worry, you don't need to call me professor or sir, Rowan is enough."

“So, what do you need, Rowan?”

“I have seen your grades, also your exams and your assignments, let me tell you that you are well above the average for your class. Congratulations."

Hearing that “Congratulations” come from him makes something inside you activate and you could only think about what it would be like to hear him say “good girl”.

"Thank you. The truth is that I have always been interested in the Ancient Language, so I always try to investigate and study more”

“Well, I'm glad to see that there is someone in this class who is so interested in the subject. Keep it up, Y/n.”

With a slight nod of your head and a small goodbye, you left the class and the university. Once in your apartment, you decided to take a cold shower.

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After that day you tried even harder in hsi classes, getting A's in everything, always keeping everything up to date, and there were even days when you and Rowan spoke in the Old Language so that your classmates wouldn't find out.

You were putting your books in your backpack when you hear Rowan say. “Y/n, I would like to talk to you in my office for a moment.” You nod and follow him to his office.

When you enter, the first thing you notice is the bookshelf that takes up the entire left wall. Right in front is his desk and next to it, a large window that illuminates the entire office. It's perfect, neither too big nor too small. You hear the door close and then the latch. You swallow, trying to calm the nerves that have begun to grow inside you.

Rowan walks over to his desk to put down the books and then sit down at the desk. You see how he picks up a piece of paper from a pile and you realize that it is your last assignment, which you spent almost a month doing and perfecting. He hadn't given them yet, so you assumed you were the first.

“A perfect job” he turns the pages “More than perfect I would say, in fact, right now you would be at the level of the ancient scholars” He hands you your work “Congratulations.”

You look at the note. The maximum. Without being able to avoid it, a smile lights up your face. “Thank you very much Rowan.”

“There is nothing to be grateful for, Y/n. You are a very good student and you have a bright future ahead of you, this is thanks to your efforts.”

A blush grows on your cheeks. "Thanks, I do what I can."

Rowan moves away from his desk and approaches you. The scent of his cologne clouds your thoughts and your blush grows deeper when he lifts your chin with one hand so you can look into his eyes. You notice the lust in his eyes. “I know you do what you can, tell me Y/N, have you been trying harder just to have my approval?”

You open your eyes wide. You try to move away from him but the hand on your chin tightens a little more and his other hand grabs your waist, preventing you from moving away. You hear the sound of your backpack falling, but you don't pay attention to it, because all you can think about is the man in front of you.

“Nothing about that Y/n, now that I have you here, I'm not going to let you go… I want you to answer me.”

Rowan moves closer to your lips.

"What?"

“Are you my good girl?”

Without being able to avoid it, you run your hands along his arms, noticing his muscles under his shirt, until you reach his neck. You caress the base of his neck, marveling at the softness of his hair.

“Yes, sir”

An almost animalistic growl leaves his lips before he slams his lips onto yours.

Tags; @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics @shadowdaddies

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Prom! - VTC

The council decided to throw a Prom for all the teenagers in the Vault, plus the adults could use a little fun! Alexia and Saylor were reminiscing how much fun they had at their prom, good and dirty fun, and wanted to recreate those memories and create new ones with their children.

The Council set up the middle of the Vault with party decorations, lighting, and fog machines they found in storage!

Owyn got enough courage to ask Val for a Sweetheart's dance, she said yes!

Ben and Saylor were able to get some time to dance on their own!

At the refreshment table, Mable was standing there eating some food that had been cooked by Ben specifically for the party. Alexia hesitantly walked up to her.

Alexia shyly: Hey Mabel, how's it going? How's Bellamy?

Mabel: Oh, he's great! He's potty training right now, he's so much easier to potty train than Branson was! Branson was so scared of the toilet, he would only pee in the little potty and not the one that "makes scary noises"!

Mabel laughs.

Alexia chuckles: Oh, that's funny! The girls were so easy with potty training, they didn't want to be in wet clothes!

Mabel and Alexia stood there in silence for a couple minutes before Alexia spoke again.

Alexia nervously: I know I don't have a right to ask, but I'm going to anyway. How's Jameson doing?

Mabel looked puzzled at Alexia: Yeah, he's fine? Why wouldn't he be?

Alexia just stared at Mabel, did she really not know? Did Jameson not tell her that they got divorced? Alexia thought for a moment before responding.

Alexia looks to the floor and back up at Mabel: We got divorced a couple weeks ago, when I got back actually.

Mabel looked shocked: I didn't know, he didn't say anything to me.

Mabel looked around the room for Jameson and found him on the outskirts of the dance floor watching his daughters dance.

Alexia: Uh, sorry to be the one to break the news I guess.

Mabel looks back at Alexia: I should be the one saying sorry, getting divorced is no easy thing, I know first hand. How are you doing?

Alexia put on a brave face hoping that her fake smile wouldn't break: I'm doing alright. We haven't told the girls either. I don't know how to approach anything with them, I don't want them to think that it's their fault or the Vault's.

Mabel shows a small smile at Alexia: I know how you feel, I was in your exact position. Although, Branson was a little younger and there were more pressing reasons why I divorced Cornelius, but it was still difficult to navigate.

Alexia: They are just becoming young women, and they have possibilities for love. I don't want them thinking that love is hopeless or that they'll fall into the same pattern as Jameson and I did.

A small voice coughs behind them.

Val: I know that mom.

Alexia startled: What? You know?

Val: You and dad haven't been in the same room since you've gotten back. When you do run into each other, it's sad eyes back and forth until the other one looks. I don't think love is hopeless or that any relationship I have regardless of the outcome, will be my own doing or my partners. It's not decided by your divorce. I want you to be happy again, mom.

Alexia: I'm happier now, I promise. Being your mom has made me the happiest woman in the world.

Val: You don't act like it.

Mabel backs out of the conversation deciding that this conversation wasn't meant for her involvement, with her step-daughter and her mother. Mabel walks over to stand beside Jameson.

Alexia fiddles with her fingers anxiously: I'm working on it, there's things on my plate that overwhelm me as Overseer and being out in the Wasteland. I'm still struggling with it.

Val looks intently at her mom: How can we help?

Alexia: Your children, I'd rather you focus on yourselves and growing up. Not trying to fix your mom.

Val sighs: I get that mom, but you can lean on us. We love you and we're family. That's what a family does for one another. Isn't that what you taught us?

Alexia hugs Val: When did you get so smart? We'll work on it together.

Val hugs her mom back: We can set up an appointment with Dr. Saylor. She's good at talking you through stuff.

Alexia kisses Val's check during the hug: We'll set something up, let's get back to the party, okay?

Val hesitates: One more thing actually

Alexia tilts her head staring at Val: What's up honey?

Val shyly: I have the biggest crush on someone, what's the best way to tell them that you like them?

Alexia smiles at her daughter: Just tell them how you feel, if they share those feeilngs, they'll tell you and it'll blossom into something amazing. If they don't share those feelings, it's going to be okay! You are beautiful, brave, and a wonderful person inside and out.

Val: Thanks mom, I love you!

Val runs off back to the dance floor to dance near her crush, Owyn.

Hours go by, and Val asks Owyn to dance this time. Owyn and Val danced until everyone else had gone off to bed, leaving them two alone on the dance floor.

Val: So, uh, your a pretty good dancer, O.

Owyn blushes: Thanks, you are too.

Val and Owyn at the same time: So I have something I want to tell you.

Val: Oh! You go first!

Owyn: You have something to tell me?

Val: What about we say it together on three?

Owyn: Deal.

Val: One...

Owyn: Two....

Owyn and Val at the same time with eyes closed: Three! I have feelings for you. You do?

Val hits Owyn's arm lightly: You're not just copying me?

Owyn smiles: No, I like you Val, I like you a lot.

Val chuckles: I like you too, like a lot.

They both lean into each other.

Owyn and Val have their first kiss with each other. Val and Owyn stare while smiling at each other after they shared the kiss.

Owyn: I know this may be fast, but I've never felt this way about anyone. Will you go steady with me?

Val smiles up at Owyn: Yes!

They ended the night with one more dance and retiring to their own rooms. Val declared this, the best first Vault Prom Ever!

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[jomiddlemarch]

20 questions for writers

Tagged by @asteraceae-blue who is Very Nice Indeed.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 876

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,544,499

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Brace yourselves. Mercy Street, Shadow and Bone, Foyle's War, Poldark, The Last of Us, GLOW, A Discovery of Witches, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, Shogun, Harry Potter, Downton Abbey, Frozen, Dune, Ted Lasso, Star Wars, The Hour, Sanditon, Leap, Brooklyn 99, Far From The Madding Crowd, Beauty and the Beast, Wonder Woman, Gilmore Girls, Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, The Avengers, Parks and Rec, Betsy-Tacy, Wandavision, Rogue One, The Mandalorian, Bridgerton, Community, Solo, Iron Man, Call the Midwife, Lord Peter Wimsey, Fleabag, The Little Mermaid, Emma, The Guernsey Potato Peel Pie and Literary Society, Timeless, Rebecca, The Age of Innocence, Beecham House, World on Fire, And Then There Were None. A few more but I am tired now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

what it is to be a thin, crescent moon

A Wife--at daybreak I shall be

Point and Click

Bear with the truths I would tell you now

The subtlest fold of the heart

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do try and answer everyone, even if I just say thanks. I will delete really rude comments, which have fortunately been rare.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I wrote "Because I could not stop for Death" for Mercy Street and killed basically every character at least once, making remaining characters miserable. Except for the last chapter, where I killed the guy we all loathed.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is tough because I mostly write happy endings. I think "But let thy silk twist down" counts as one, because Jed Foster is convinced that Mary is dying or has rejected him and then she surprises him by showing up and locking them into the sitting room. And in GLOW, "everything could yield him pleasure" allows Sam and Ruth to get back together over Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not very often. It's mostly been in big fandoms (Reylo, Shadow and Bone, I'm looking at you) but it hasn't been a big issue on AO3 or Tumblr. And I'm comfortable deleting and blocking.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, when I feel it's called for. I write grown-up sex scenes, so there are no wacky positions (unless someone talks about how they're going to throw out their back) and sometimes a breastfeeding mother's milk lets down or a woman struggles to have an orgasm. It's pretty vanilla though and all cishet. In the cock v. dick debate, I lean cock. I don't use other euphemisms for male genitals unless someone is quoting a poem. (I'm not sure that has happened but it totally could with me.)

No one in any of my sex scenes has had any bodyscaping and a not insignificant number of times, someone has left their socks on.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

OMG, YES. I love a crossover. Probably my Mercy Street/Sesame Street crossover has to be up there for zaniness. I did put Shadow and Bone characters in AOGG Prince Edward Island and I have also crossed over All Creatures Great and Small vets (James and Tristan) into the Grishaverse.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've been asked for permission but I don't think I gave it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. During the pandemic, there was the Mercy Street Murder Hotel round robin with @tortoisesshells @fericita-s @broadwaybaggins @sagiow @mercurygray and also the Cruise Ship with @sagiow and @fericita-s.

(Pro tip: it's easier if you agree on your murderer BEFORE you start writing but it was fun writing clues that were 50/50 going to be red herrings.)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Given the number of fics I've written for them, I have to say Mary Phinney/Jed Foster but it really could be smart-woman-who-is-underestimated/quippy-guy-who-gets-he's-smart-but-not-as-smart-as-she-is-and-that's-the-turn-on

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This may make people sad, but I have a hard time seeing my way clear to an ending on "what is it to be a thin crescent moon" largely because I'd have to do some more plotting to get where I'd want to go. It's never say never but the truth is, I originally intended to stop when they got to the Little Palace, so everything after that was basically improv.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at capturing a character's voice and I've often been told my work is poetic, which I appreciate, as I am a poet.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long-form plotting. I love to read it, but I get tired trying to create it and often resort to lily-padding (my own term for jumping from scene to scene.) I overuse the word just. I don't play chess well but I cannot resist writing about gambits.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I try to keep it minimal, since I'm only fluent in English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mercy Street.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

What is this, Sophie's Freaking Choice? I really like my GLOW zombie road-trip story "Music shall untune the sky" because I gave them a good ride and there was so much angst! "Hope is the thing with feathers" is a fic I wrote for myself, when I was despairing about Real Life and US politics and human rights, where I let Christopher Foyle offer the comfort I desperately wished for.

Tagging @tortoisesshells @fericita-s @sagiow @broadwaybaggins @oldshrewsburyian @orlissa @amarguerite @aloveforjaneausten and @aquitainequeen but anyone else is welcome to hold forth!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 2 - The Devil, In Reverse

Everyone was staring up at the large ship in front of them with different degrees of reticence - Except for Polnareff, who seemed the least bit afraid of any possible danger that might arise out of boarding such a phantasm... Not that they had much of a choice to begin with. The ramp was laid down for them, yet no human seemed to be there to greet them. Was that not how rescue parties were supposed to operate? To see whether there was anyone who needed any kind of medical assistance? How peculiar. Not only that, but the rest of the Stand Users had bubbling nervousness in their chest as the fog thickened around the ship, making it look even more ominous than before.

One by one, Polnareff led the sailors out of their lifeboat, while the party could only stare back in defeat. What could they do, anyway? Noriaki helped his sister up on the ramp and lingered behind, just long enough to see the cheeky Anne refuse Jotaro's helping hand, just to jump into Joseph's arms. Children truly were annoying.

The Stardust Crusaders went to do a quick rain check of the situation - Not only was there no captain in the room, but there were no engineers either. The stirring wheel was navigating by itself, as if manipulated by some divine power; Likewise, the same was true with all the gauges and machinery, all of them working normally. 

The only living being they found on the ship was an ape, sitting idly in a cage... Or was it an orangutan? Regardless, Kisara was absolutely terrified by it and the vibe it gave off. Unconsciously, she took a step back behind her brother. "That thing is giving me the creeps." she muttered into his ear. "It's just a stupid monkey. We ain't gonna get it out of its cage anyway." Polnareff shrugged his shoulders passively. "That doesn't take away from how uncomfortable it's making me feel." the girl grumbled in annoyance. "Let's just go out and see how Avdol has been doing with the crew." Joseph rolled his eyes, calling out for them to follow him outside, just in time to witness a swinging hook catch one of the sailor the same way a master fisherman would catch fish.

"Yare Yare... This isn't any way to greet a lady, now, is it?" before either of the two girls could see too much of the gore, Jotaro covered their eyes with his hands; He was glaring with analysing eyes at the hook - No one was touching the controls of the mechanism, nobody touched the lever - It couldn't be a man-made accident, could it? Everyone saw it, the crane moved on its own. Something was definitely happening here.

Joseph warned everyone not to touch anything that uses electricity to work, and to get into the cabin whilst they finish investigating. Anne took small steps to get inside, yet still looked at the party with fearful eyes. "Kisara, will you go with Anne? I need the attentive eye of a woman there to look for any trace of an enemy Stand user." "Sure. Just be careful out here."  Kisara nodded her head, watching Joseph kneel in front of the little girl, smiling like a protective grandpa. "Anne, I can tell you one thing - We are going to protect you - So make sure you stay with Kisara and the others, okay?" he patted her head warmly. "Okay!" Anne took Kisara's hand and pulled her inside the ship, yet not before the older girl noticed Hierophant Green going out to investigate through the tightest crevasses of the ship.

The two strolled around the cabin, investigating most of the rooms, and though they knew close to nothing about their origins or what they served as, the fact that there was no living being in sight, attempting to control the ship, was peculiar to no end. After exiting the captain's front chamber, they had the misfortune of seeing that damn monkey again; Kisara couldn't help but shudder, looking away uncomfortably.  But Anne wasn't afraid - In fact, she seemed to be rather intrigued, and the ape picked up on it, for it pointed towards the keyhole, urging her to help it escape. It was a rather smart thing, even going out of its way to offer the girl half of his neatly cut apple. In fact, even she realised that it seemed to have been cut with a knife, and it hadn't gone brown yet; It must have been cut rather recently. 

The most rational thought was that its caretaker must have brought it the apple - But no, that wasn't it. Kisara realised the monkey cut the apple by itself, no doubt - If it could light up a match to smoke a pipe and even lecherously look at a Playboy magazine... Not only was Kisara frozen with terror, but she had to hide the girl behind her and avoid looking at the perverted creature that was, somehow, for some unknown and nature-defying reason, actually blushing and with heart eyes sparkling, but also, disgustingly enough, its nether regions began growing, and its hand had clear malintentions. 

With a disgusted squeak, Kisara covered Anne's eyes and dragged her away from there, and towards the small cabin where the rest of the crew were residing, attempting to get some connection to the light-tower, or any port, but they received only radio-silence. 

"Argh, gross, I'm all sticky and stinky from the salt water!" Anne whined, tugging on Kisara's sleeve. "Sis, can we take a shower, pretty please?" Silent, the red head walked towards the showers with the little duckling following right behind, and turning on the water, they were deeply surprised to find it was soothingly warm - What a relief. "Alright, Anne, let's shower. Here, take this towel, I'll take the other one."

Being taller, Kisara put all their clothes hanging from the stall, and closing the curtains, she helped the little one wash her hair properly. Though she was rather worried for her brother and the others after the incident outside, she knew they could handle it, if they remain together. Her brother was inventive and witty, and Jotaro was strategic and strong; Together, they can win over any challenge coming their way.

That couldn't be said for the two young girls bathing in content, completely unaware of the massacre that occurred in the radio room - The curtain was loudly pulled to the side, revealing the ugly ape gazing at them with lust.  The girl squealed in shock and horror - One of the sailor did say that an orangutan like it has at least ten times the strength of a human - And though Kisara's Stand was defensively strong, it held no offensive power at all. How gross, how disgusting this fucking ape was, as if it had the perverted brain of a human predator. Anne was frightened out of her mind, while Kisara felt her skin crawling, feeling violated.

"Anne, stay behind me and cover up!" the older one ordered, reaching up to snatch the towel from the stall - Only to realise that not only the towels, but the clothes and their lingerie were also missing. "... This little libidinous fuck stole our clothes." she muttered in a low, petrified tone. For someone who was usually a covered up prude, Kisara was now fully exposed to the depravity of a fucking monkey. That's what she gets for showering on a ghost ship. "Wh-What do we do?!" Anne chirped out, her voice vibrating uncomfortably as she hid behind the taller one; It was clear both girls tried to cover themselves with their hands, inching towards the corner of the shower cubicle, struggling to stay out of its large, hairy hand's reach.  "I-... I don't know..." in theory, there were many things she could do, but none of them could possibly defeat a being ten times stronger than her, when she had no weapons for herself. One cannot kill a monster with only a shield.

With that damn thing so close to her that she could feel its hot, picked up breathing from excitement on her skin, Kisara thought all hope was lost for them - Yet a miracle did happen when they least expected it, in the form of a guardian angel appearing out of nowhere to rescue them by punching down the ape on its head with the lock of its broken cage. "Seems this ape isn't your ordinary kind of monkey." Jotaro had rescued them, standing tall and protectively in front of them while the enemy had its full attention on him. With Star Platinum punching away the ape, sending it flying into a wall, one of the ceiling fans broke and, as if remote-controlled, stuck into the young man's shoulder, cutting deeply. "This monkey is the Stand user - But where is the Stand?" Jotaro abruptly turned toward the girl, only to realise the compromising position she was in. A beautiful young woman with the long hair of a mermaid princess flowing gracefully around her body, covering her feminine curves, framing the demure, bashful visage, making her look so innocent and inoffensive.

Jotaro tipped down his hat, covering his eyes and looking back at the ape. "Cover yourself and help me out." he ripped away at the drapes, throwing them her way.   "JoJo, that thing has an above-average intellect, for a monkey." Kisara quickly ripped the curtain in two, wrapping Anne quickly in one piece, before she did the same for herself. "Come over, you are hurt." though she tried to rip away at the fan, the steel propeller bent on its own, slapping the boy into the face with such brute force that it sent him flying backwards, breaking the metal door.

The ape was jumping up and down in triumph as if it was having its one-man army, making the window shatter; Star Platinum picked all the shard between his fingers, punching at the ape, yet somehow, it magically disappeared into the wall. How could it be? First, it can control not only the metal, but the windows and the machinery of the ship, and now, it can disperse at a molecular level through the walls? "JoJo - I think I know the ape's Stand." Kisara gasped, looking with worry into the boy's eyes, stepping in front of him and reaching out her hand underneath his coat, placing it over the gaping, bleeding wound on his shoulder. "It wasn't that we couldn't see the Stand - It is that it was so obvious, that we couldn't see the forest from the trees." Though Jotaro could feel a refreshing yet slightly tingling sensation overwhelming his wound - But he couldn't relish on the soothing feeling of her hand and the glowing white magic it was doing, nor linger on the beauty before him - Her words lit up the lightbulb of his mind. "The Stand... Was the freighter all along!"

From behind the Japanese boy, long tendrils erupted, menacingly undulating and threatening him. "Look out!" she pushed him out of the way, only to get herself all caught up and tangled in the mess; The only advantage she had over Jotaro was that she couldn't get injured when embraced by her Stand's Power.  Up on the deck, the other Crusaders were being sunk in the quicksand of the ship, all of them only now realising the truth about the enemy stand - The freighter itself.

Star Platinum tried to rip away at the plumbing holding her glued against the wall while the orangutan returned, now wearing a captain jacket and hat, smoking its pipe again, and holding a dictionary - It was pointing towards the word 'Strength'. "JoJo, the ape's Stand... It has the Strength tarot card, from the Major arcana." he seemed to realise the girl was under no physical discomfort or pain, despite the tight grip on her body.  The damn ape thought he had already long since won, doing a rubiks cube and laughing in their faces - The more Star tore away at the pipes, the more appeared, like a hydra's severed head, spawning twice as more, engulfing even Jotaro and his Stand cruelly. There was an odd feeling in his hand though, and he couldn't pin-point it. It felt like the foreign tingling of a small, soft hand holding his own - But his own hands were touching nothing.

With eyebrows furrowed in drowning confusion, he stole a look at his Stand, and made a huge discover - There was a translucent imagery of a delicate, feminine hand, much like Kisara's own, shining white and holding Star Platinum's own hand. Was this Kisara's Stand? If so, why was she letting only the Stand's hand to be revealed, from the elbow down? And, more importantly, was it her Stand's power engulfing him and Star, that protected him from the unbearable pain from the wrapped metal tendrils which had him rendered stunned to the wall?

Once the Ape finished the cube in record time, it looked up, its wide black eyes sparkling with lewdness as it gazed in deep lust; It was so completely entraced by the gift revealed before him with a lovely ribbon for him to unwrap - Jotaro took the opportunity to pick a button from his jacket and hit the stupid monkey, taunting it with his words. Not only did he hate anyone who dared oppose him in his way to killing Dio and saving his mother from certain death, but he hated perverts, and this ape was the worst out of both sides of the dark spectrum. "That button is not part of your Stand. Huh? You angry? I bet that hurt your pride since you thought you won. No, it's not hurt... Because apes don't have any pride!" that comment made the monkey so full of rage, trembling with the purest kind of anger, that it leapt in full attack mode, ready to tear the young man apart limb from limb. "That's exactly what makes you a fucking ape. Now allow me to show you what being hurt really is like!" his mocking was accompanied by the activation of Star Finger, flicking at the button he previously threw at the monkey and shoot into its skull, which resulted in the deactivation of the tendrils. They were now safe and unharmed. "Yare Yare..." the orangutan was now shaking with fear, backed up into a corner and ripping its shirt off, revealing its belly as a surrendering plea. "I've heard that, when frightened, animals show their stomach to signal their submission. You want my forgiveness?" the monkey nodded, having its hands in a prayer-like way. "Problem is, your actions have long since overstepped the laws of the jungle. You're done for." and with that, the vicious Ora Ora barrage completely defeated the ape.

With the Stand User defeated, the whole ship began twisting up and deforming in ways no ship should ever experience. "Kisara, get Anne and dress up fast. We have to go." he didn't wait for an answer, instead, he pushed the girls in the direction of the showers and helped them gather their clothes to hurry up. "Damn - Jotaro, did you see my bralette anywhere? It's black and lacey, like a crop top." Kisara asked, already half-dressed. "I haven't. Forget it, just hurry up. You'll get another in the city." the boy rushed them again, and thankfully, in no time, both girls were fully dressed and springing to him. "Never mind, I found it." he grumbled, finding the discarded bralette of evident high quality and price, over a pile of rubble in a corner, close to the ape's cage. "I'll return it when we find a hotel." "Thanks a lot, JoJo. You really saved us today. I don't think I can ever thank you enough." Kisara sighed in relief, slumping down on the life boat and leaning her head on her brother's shoulder. "I don't quite know what transpired there, but if it weren't for you guys, we would have been done for." Noriaki smiled gratefully at his friend as he carefully combed through his sister's hair. "Actually, I did nothing. It was all JoJo. Were it not for him... I don't want to imagine what that stupid ape would have done to us." the girl shivered in disgust. "Huh? What do you mean? Did it attack you first?" Polnareff asked in surprised. "Yeah, when we were showering, it was awful!" Anne blurted out, making Kisara snatch her hat away from Nori's hands to hide away her embarrassment. "It was all creepy and trying to touch us! It didn't act like an animal at all!" she continued, deepening Kisara's agony. "When we first went to see it, it took out this magazine with naked girls on it, and it started touching itself and doing weird noises when looking at Big Sis!" "AHHHHHHHHHH SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Kisara whined unexpectedly loud, her face fully covered by the hat, and hung in shame. "Give me a break, damn it! I don't want to think about that - That damn monkey! I already feel molested, I don't need to remember any further!" she groaned, completely exasperated and done for. "Hold up." Jotaro spoke through the graveyard silence caused by the girl's frustrated outburst. "Did you just say - The monkey was jerking off?" as if on cue, Kisara and Jotaro shared a horrified look, and he grabbed the pretty bralette from inside his coat pocket. "Ohhh, Jotaro, you naughty boy~! Quite the casanova, ain't ya?" Polnareff grinned widely, slinging his arm around the younger one's shoulder.

Jotaro shrugged the Frenchie off of him, and unfolded the roughly crumpled up bra; Somewhere on the inside part of it, a white, creamy substance stained the black lace. "GAH!" both Jotaro and Kisara yelped in complete agony, their skin crawling with disgust and repulsiveness at the mere thought of what had happened to sacrilege the poor piece of clothing. "THROW IT AWAY! BURN IT! GET RID OF IT!" the boy did exactly that, using his Stand to throw the tainted bralette as far away as possible. "I wanna die." Jotaro grumbled in agreement, tipping his hat down and looking away. That was an experience he never wanted to encounter ever again. "Ergh... Anyone want some gum?" the Frenchie grinned awkwardly, hoping to lighten up the gloomy atmosphere. "I want to commit seppuku." Kisara whined softly, feeling her brother comforting her with a hug. "I can braid your hair, if it will make you feel better." the boy offered, trying to keep her mind away from the rather traumatic experience; It didn't take a genius to realise that was her own bralette, which only made the situation worse for her. "Yare Yare..." Jotaro spit his cigarette in the water. "This cig is soaked." "We'll have plenty of time for them to dry, JoJo." Kakyoin reassured him. "And we're lost as sea." Joseph ruffled his hair in disdain. "Again." Avdol hummed, closing his eyes. "Just have to pray we get rescued and taken to Singapore."

Thankfully, that did happen, and a true rescue patrol came for him in record time, taking them to the safety of Singapore... Where Polnareff was almost fined for littering. Joseph proposed to stay at this luxurious grand hotel and relax until they figure out a sure travel path towards Egypt. Truth be told, they deserved a good shelter, proper hygiene and a warm meal after all the trouble at sea they had.  Having found out that Anne kepting following them around under the pretext of meeting her dad in about five days, the grandpa offered to pay for her stay there also, and thus, Joseph roomed with Avdol, Noriaki with Jotaro, Kisara was stuck playing the big sis role for Anne - And lucky Frenchie was all by himself.

After they all took their much needed baths, they agreed to go down and have lunch at the overly luxurious restaurant of the hotel, so they could have a light chat - A little mindful of the naive little girl, but also... Not quite. They talked of MMA and sumo, of cuisine around the world and music, and at some point, Avdol offered to play around a bit with his fortune telling gift - Which is when he realised that no one knew a iota about the lady's Stand, from its power, to its appearance or even its name.

"Kisara, have you drawn a card for your Stand yet?"  the magician asked. "Yes, a long while ago, in fact. I and Nori developed this ability at a very tender age. My card, like all of you here, is also part of the Major Arcana." just like a magician on the stage, a Tarot card with a rather grotesque imagery appeared between her fingers, and she mysteriously covered one of her eyes, a wicked, dry smirk on her face forming, watching Avdol gasp in shock. He seemed rather uncomfortable, eyeing the card in her grasp. "Th-The Devil? Your Stand is The Devil?" the fortune teller seemed rather disturbed by the notion of having one of the worst cards in the deck as an ally. "Addiction. Powerlessness. Misfortune. Malevolence. Confusion. Obsession. Hedonism. Sabotage. Oppression." Kisara hummed, speaking in a playfully soft voice. "The worst card you can get, don't you think? Surely, all the traits that you might describe a villain with." she chuckled. "Also, the card associated to my zodiac sign - Capricorn." "It's just a card you pick at random. Doubt it matters much, does it?" Polnareff shrugged his shoulders, unknowingly irking Avdol with his words. "In all my career as a fortune teller, I have never encountered a reading where the cards lied. It is not the cards at fault, but the reader's lack of experience and understanding of the situation." the fortune teller explained. "You are very much correct, Avdol, you see - That is because... The Devil is not my Stand's card." her amusement only grew with Avdol's confusion and stark attention. "It is my own." In a fluid and elegant move, Kisara placed the card down on the table, in front of Avdol. "What do you see now, Avdol?" "It's the same card. It's still the Devil." Joseph gruffed, leaning forward. "Was that supposed to be a magic trick?" "It's in reverse." Jotaro pointed out the obvious. "That's right. The Devil, in Reverse." she nodded her head. "If I am The Devil, Upright; then my Stand is The Devil, in Reverse." she smiled playfully. "And what is the opposite of the Devil?" "An Angel." Noriaki looked at his sister. "Marilyn truly is an angel, if I've ever seen one." "Ohhh, really? Then why don't you show us your Stand, huh?" Polnareff huffed with interest. "The Queen of England doesn't take audience from just anyone, does she?" Kisara snarked him with a cheeky chuckle. "She only comes around during special events." "Awe, c'mon..." the Frenchie pouted like a bratty little boy. "Marilyn - As in, Marilyn Monroe?!" Joseph seemed excited to hear the name of the iconic actress. "The one and only, yes. I was debating between Marilyn Monroe and Marlene Dietrich - But I suppose their names are pretty similar anyway." she shrugged passively. "Yes, both wonderful women. Incredibly talented and beautiful." he nodded vigorously. "Hey, sis, wanna go out to see the city?" Anne asked impatiently, tugging on her sleeve. "We can take JoJo with us too." Kisara and Jotaro shared a dubious look - Since when did Anne start liking him so much, when previously, she snarked him with every occasion. "Yeah, sure. I needed to buy some things too." the red head nodded, putting her hat on her head. "You're coming too, aren't you?" she looked at her brother. "If I'm welcomed." he hummed playfully. "Go and do some exploring." Joseph encouraged them. "We'll be figuring out the best route to Egypt. Maybe check out the car cables too, if you're at it." "Sure." Jotaro gruffed, getting up from the table.  "Are we all good to go?" Kisara asked, walking towards the exit. "I'll go to the bathroom real quick. Wait me outside." with Kakyoin going towards the stairs, the other three went out to sit on a bench by a palm tree.

They waited in silence, with Jotaro smoking a cig and Anne dangling her legs idly until the red head arrived, and they could begin their stroll through the gorgeous streets of Singapore. It truly was the perfect day for some exploring of a new city, so warm and bright, and the locals were incredibly friendly and welcoming to them. Even the guy from the ice cream stall where Anne went to was nice enough to offer her a free chilled coconut juice, which she's never tried before. Having no money herself, she looked back at the older ones. Jotaro nodded at her, ordering the drink for all four of them. It was the perfect refreshment for such a lovely day. 

Kakyoin took out his wallet and paid for all four of them, only for a petty thief to steal it and run away. Jotaro and Kisara watched as he took out his Stand to catch the mugger, cursing him with such vulgar language and beating him to hell. His sister was much too petrified to call out to him, covering the little girl's face, so it fell on Jotaro to stop him. "Kakyoin! I told you to cut it out! What are you, deaf?!" Jotaro was pretty pissed, knocking him away and liberating the poor victim. The red head girl immediately ran by his side and checked for the victim's vital signs, using her Stand power to stabilize his condition. "You're not right in the head. What the hell's gotten into you?" "Honestly... No need to push." Kakyoin patted his jacket from the dust. "The man tried to steal my wallet. He committed a crime." he grabbed the coconut juice from the little girl's hands. "Criminals should be punished - Tell me, am I wrong, Jotaro?" the boy glared deeply at the hostile-acting one, the gears of his mind working rapidly. The man before him was acting in no way like the Kakyoin he knew. "The look is your eyes is awfully hostile, Jotaro-kun. You couldn't possibly be thinking about ending our friendship over a little tussle with a thief, now, would you?"

Kakyoin's monologue was interrupted by a group of little children making a fuss and aweing over a bunch of beatles up on a tree, which made him chuckle. "You're making way too much out of this, JoJo. I'm just having a bad day. I'm so exhausted from the trip, it's just put me in such a bad mood." "Will you shut up already?" Kisara snapped at him. "We've already lost enough time with your fooling around. We've got work to do." she reprimanded him, walking ahead to catch up to Jotaro. She hooked her hand to his arms, inconspicuously getting closer to him privately.  "Has he ever acted this way before?" the boy asked. "That's not my brother." her reply was confident. "My brother hates coconut. He always throws away the Bounty coconut chocolate in my room, and blows off the coconut flakes from brownies." "But he did show Hierophant Green." Jotaro pointed out, deep in thought. "Yes, that is true. That's what's confusing me also." she muttered. "My brother would never curse or use such language around me - Or any girl, for the matter." she sighed softly, looking up at the brunet. "And you know what's worse? That my brother is the type to let the bad things done to him just slide; He's not one to hurt others or get revenge. That's me. I was always the one getting revenge on his behalf. He would never do something like that." "Do you think a Stand user is possessing him, then?" Jotaro threw a wild guess. "I... I really don't know." her weak whisper made the boy look at her - She looked so defeated and afraid for her brother, just as much as when she embraced him, upon finding him again. Those two really were close to each other. If anyone could tell something was wrong with the other, it was them.

Anne got in between them two, clinging onto both their arms. She seemed disturbed, looking back at Kakyoin. Yes, no doubt, there was something awfully wrong. To calm her down a little, they went to get some ice-cream on their way towards the cable car, to go to the Singapore Station and book their train tickets to India the next day. Jotaro leaned back on the railing, waiting for the cable car to get by and embark, but Kakyoin - Or whoever it was that impersonated him - Was up to some shenanigans once again; He stole the cherry from the top of Jotaro's ice-cream, and with incredibly strength, pushed him off the railing, falling to his death. 

"JoJo!" both Anne and Kisara threw their arms out to grab Jotaro's hand and help him get back up. What the hell was wrong with him? What was going on? What was using Noriaki like a puppet - Or, another theory - What was impersonating Noriaki? "Good one, aye, Jotaro?" Kakyoin's laugh was deranged. "I'm only playin' with you, good ol' Jotaro." he thus disgustingly started tonguing that poor cherry, violating it with saliva, only for it to fall to the ground. "What did you do to my brother?" Kisara hissed, stepping up in front of the imposter. "If there weren't so many people around, I would have long since cut you to pieces, you damn bastard." "Hmm~? Whatever could you mean, lil' sis?" Kakyoin picked her soft cheeks, pulling on them roughly as if they were sweet sakura mochi. "I am your older brother, aren't I? I even have Hierophant Green to prove it, a'ight?" Jotaro slapped his hand away, pulling Kisara protectively behind his back. "You are wrong." she snapped at the culprit. "I am the older sibling, dumbass." "Take care of Anne." Jotaro instructed the girl, clenching his fist. "I'm gonna knock his crooked, possessed ass right into the cable car." the red head wasn't able to even defend from the powerful punch that landed him into cable car with an awfully fractured mandible. "You're off. 'Possessed' isn't quite the word." he got up from the floor. "You still haven't realised my body's been growing this whole time." the cable car's door slid shut, and it took off. "Anne, call Joseph and tell him that someone impersonated Kakyoin. Tell him to look for my brother." Kisara frowned, pondering over the slime that attacked Jotaro. "Stay calm and don't move from here. I'll come back after I find a way to rescue JoJo."

The little girl gulped, terrified, but nodded her head and rushed to call JoJo's grandpa, keeping big sis Kisara in her sight. She watched as she did something so remarkably bizarre that not even Jesus could accomplish - She was running on the air as if she was walking on the ground. With Jotaro jumping through the window of the cable car and climbing up a building, and Kisara running on to him... Nobody really made sense with these guys, did it? Only the weirdest things happen with them. This whole gang was trouble... But that was the fun part, wasn't it? Almost dying so many times was exciting for her - That's why she stuck around for so long.

"What's going on?" Kisara asked, her hands trying to pick the boy's slimed hand, only for him to immediately step back from her.  "Did you just walk on the air?" he looked at her weirdly, taking his lighter out. "Sort of. I'll explain later." she waved her hand dismissively. "What's going on?" "You should be here. The slime is devouring away at my finger." he showed the yellow slime on his pinky finger. "Stay away from me, it might transfer to you." "I can't just leave you all alone to fight that thing." she vehemently countered. "Any idea?"

Jotaro lit up his lighter. "This'll hurt like a son of a bitch, but it's time to torch it off." he said, but as soon as the fire touched the slime, it exploded messily all over his hand and spread over towards Kisara, who fended it off by guarding her face with her forearms - But the slime stuck to her bare skin, burning her so bad that it made her yelp, more in confusion than anything. "Wh-What the hell?! Th-This hurts - This actually hurts!" she looked down at the slime on her forearm with terror. "You act like you've never been hurt before." he rose a questioning eyebrow. "That's because I haven't!" she exclaimed. "I have a protective Stand, not a combat-oriented one. I'm shielded away by all kinds of physical factors that could inflict damage on me." she explained briefly her power. "In theory, I've never been hurt by a strike from a Stand to my own Stand or shield. I don't understand how this slime works, but it's corrosive affliction isn't one to take lightly. We have to figure out how to counter it." "How annoying." Jotaro grumbled, looking at the passing cable cars, and upon seeing a kid with an ice-cream. "Can you do the air-walking thing for others too? I'll try to freeze it away." "Of course." she smiled up at him. "Run with no fear. I've got your back, wherever you are." Her wink was enough to reassure him that she would be there to protect him with her Stand, if need be. Jotaro tipped his hat and ran blindly through thin air; It was such a weird feeling, but also, pretty fun - He kinda wants to do that more often, what a drag.  Ripping away the door to the cable car, he took the ice cream from the kid after promising to buy him a new one, only for the slime to turn into spikes and dig into his hand even worse, blood splurting out. The trashy fat woman on the seat opposite of him turned into the Enemy Stand User, who covered him with even more of that corrosive slime - Hopefully, Kisara won't be feeling the burning of it it. To think that someone could live so sheltered from pain for eighteen years, that's quite the Stand she had. 

Seeing that he was connected to the Temperance user, Jotaro punched away the floor of the car and jumped down into the water underneath them, dragging the idiot down with him - Of course, he can't breath underwater, so he had his guard down for such enough seconds for Star to lock his arms properly, giving him the opportunity to punch the enemy's face, following with a cruel elbow strike in the nose.

Realising that Jotaro already won by default, Kisara made small steps out of her Stand's shielding power so she could jump down progressively, like Mario in the game, until she reached down to them. She heard all the infime information that Temperance had to offer, about The Death, The Empress, The Hanged Man and The Emperor enemies, which are after them. Apparently, The Hanged Man, J. Geil, was the man with two right hands that killed Polnareff's sister, and his power had something to do with mirrors. He's supposedly so strong that Frenchie has no chance against him - But that was as much as this pathetic guy could offer, before attempting to attack Jotaro again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Kisara's dark, low voice, grumbling into his ear from behind, made Temperance screech like a scared little girl. She was crouched down on the sheen of the water, her blade pressed against his throat, drawing just a few trickles of blood. "Jotaro is a merciful gentleman, you see. He'd have let you go with just a few punches." her voice was threatening as he never expected. "But I'm not like that." with one swift move, Kisara's katana was impaling the man's belly from one end to the other. "Not only did you try to sabotage my brother's reputation, but you endangered everyone in the party - And for that, I cannot forgive you." she slit open his belly. "You are undeserving of a honorable death." the enemy's body fell down into the water, a large pool of blood surfacing instead. Kisara wiped the blood off her blade mechanically in the inside of her elbow, before sheathing it away. "Forgive me. That was unsightly." "He was going to attack again anyway." Jotaro shrugged, taking her hand to get up on the water. "You seem to know your way around weapons." "I told you - My Stand is useless in combat." she chuckled dryly. "So I just do what my Stand can't - Fight." Jotaro scoffed, a little intrigued by that notion. "I'd like to see that one." "I wouldn't." Kisara chuckled, falling in pace with him. "I'm a girl. I hate fighting." she said. "I only do it because I have to." "And why would a woman need to fight, anyway?" JoJo asked. He knew how to fight, how to brawl, because he always got in arguments with people who annoyed him, so naturally, he needed to have the upper hand. Kisara was a quiet woman, and seemed to keep to herself for the most part. She wasn't the type to go out of her way to disturb people, wasn't loud and annoying, nor was she disrespect or nosy. Jotaro couldn't imagine any scenario where the average highschool girl would need to fight. "I wouldn't imagine anyone picking on you, based on how intimidating you look, and on your physique." Kisara's voice was soft and warm like honeyed mead, with a certain bitterness to her smile. "But my brother has always been a small and frail cutiepie who likes artsy stuff and would go out of his way to play with me and my girly stuff, instead of doing boy things like the others." Jotaro grunted in understanding - Of course, the person with the protective Stand would develop such a power out of sheer love for her brother, all because she wanted to protect him with all she had. "Boys would make fun of him, and would bully him all the time. He was such a crybaby... And it really hurt, seeing him so afraid and upset all the time." she sighed, looking up at the cloudy sky. "So I gave up my dancing classes to learn Aiki. I gave up watching Disney Princess movies, to watch combat sports and MMA. I gave up playing dress-up, to work-out. All, to beat up all the jerks who picked on Nori." "A reliable older sister." Jotaro found himself speaking. "You're a strong woman, but women shouldn't have to fight." "Weak, in order to love. Strong, in order to protect. Both, in order to stay by his side." Kisara's smile was serene. "I only ever wanted to be cute and pretty, so that Nori would be proud with a sister like me. But if I have to be strong for him, that is what I'll be."

Jotaro hummed a little, also looking up at the sky. "Women are pretty incredible, huh." his mother wasn't much different. She may not be physically fighting, but she is doing all she can to fight for her family, while his father is touring as a sax player. All alone, to raise a model child turned delinquent. A child who insults her and pushes her affections away, yet she still keeps the routine to kiss him goodbye whenever he goes to school, and kiss him again to welcome him home. She keeps a bright and loving smile on her face all the time, and never expects anything in return. She does everything selflessly, all out of love. 

Leaving home, changing continents, moving after a man, learning new habits, a new language, a new culture, and having a child with a man who barely spends time at home, to provide for the family. Even when he got himself in jail, she called gramps and came to rescue him. She always encouraged him to do anything he liked in life, she supported him, and never got angry despite his bratty behaviour. Holly wasn't protecting her son physically, but she was protecting his heart, his happiness, his emotions - And for that, Jotaro truly was grateful. For his mother, he will destroy everything in his path. 

"I never asked - Why do you want to kill Dio?" Kisara found herself asking. "My mother is in mortal danger because of him." he scoffed angrily. "Because of him, our Stands manifested. Mum's Stand is too powerful for her, and it's eating away at her life essence. We have to kill him, to save her." he explained the reason for his journey.

"I see." she muttered. "I'm sure your mum is going to be very happy, knowing how much you and Joseph love her." she smiled at him. "That's a woman's greatest happiness. Knowing that the people we love, love us back just as much." Jotaro tipped his hat, smiling. "And you're here to protect Kakyoin." she nodded. "Sorry. I guess I beat him up pretty good when he attacked me; But mum patched him up well enough after getting that flesh bud out." "You could have have easily left him defeated, or killed him for attacking you - Yet you saved him. Thank you. Really, thank you. I don't want to imagine a life without my brother." she truly had the prettiest smile he's ever seen. "Let's keep them safe together, yeah?" surprisingly enough, Jotaro smiled confidently, sticking out his pinky finger for her.  "Yeah. Let's do this. Together." hooking her pinky to his own, the two teenagers smiled at each other, sealing a non-verbal vow, and a surprising friendship like none other, blossomed into a most beautiful flower.

With yet another enemy defeat, the night went by at a fast pace, sleeping peacefully and resting properly before going to the Singapore Station to depart for India. It was at the Station that they went separate ways from Anne, not wanting to endanger her for the manieth time thus far. This journey was full of perils and definitely a place for a young girl with no Stand, as she was.

With each day, they were getting closer to their end goal, whichever that was; Each day, they were getting closer to Egypt.

Closer to Dio.

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August -September 1942

Camp Toccoa 

Lieutenant Hebert Sobel wasn't happy, at all, he had gone to Colonel Sink to try and get rid of the nurses before he had even met them, the medic, Roe, he thought his name was, and another medic that was being placed there would be good enough for Easy Company. But Sink shut him down saying that this was coming from General Taylor and General Forbes of the Army Nursing Corp directly and what they said went.

So now on top of these men, and he used that term very loosely, he also had to deal with women who shouldn't even be in uniform, they should be at home with children. Shaking his head he rounded the corner where Easy Company was lined up, his dark beady eyes going from Lieutenants Winters and Nixon to where the head nurse was standing. "You people are at the position of attention." He barked before he went towards the nurse missing out Nixon, Winters and several of the other boys tensed up.

"Relax." Bobby hissed, "Olivia can handle this." During the summertime, instead of going to camps like Bill did where he learned about the Army. The Stewart kids were sent to the family summer home outside of Columbia, South Carolina and the boys had it beat into their heads military training, and once they figured out that Olivia was watching, she was included in it. She could handle a CO yelling in her face, this one she just couldn't sass after everything was said and done with.

Sobel came to a stop in front of Olivia, letting his eyes flick over her body, "Lieutenant Stewart." He started waiting for her to recoil away from him, like other women in his presence had, instead she held his gaze.

Almost confidently.

Good, this meant he was going to have a challenge, he liked having a challenge. 

"Sir." She returned, she had already been told stories by her brother, Bill, Lewis, and Dick about Sobel and how more or less how useless he was. She tried not to judge him before she actually met him in person but it was looking like they were right. He looked at her last name then over to where Bobby was standing with Bill and Joe Toye, another Pennsylvania boy she had been introduced to in a rush the night before.

"Are you two related?" 

"Yes, sir, that's my twin brother." She returned, knowing it was better to tell the truth than to lie. Especially when Bobby would want to defend her if he thought she was being threatened. "Us being in the same company isn't going to do a darn thing. We are both here to do our jobs. And I assure you, sir, Colonel Sink knew of our familial ties and placed me in your company." That part was a fib on her part, she didn't know if Sink knew the truth or not.

And if he really cared if he did.

'And no amount of complaining will get him to approve of me leaving Easy for another company.'

"That's my girl," Lewis muttered loud enough for Dick to hear, causing a half smile to appear on his face. They both had been taunt and ready to defend Olivia but Bobby had been right about her being able to defend herself. 

"And honestly, sir, if I were to be completely honest. Having me here for my brother and Guarnere is for the best. They tend not to get into trouble if I am around." 

 That was a bold-faced lie, even Adele and Amber who had been the last two to be introduced to the two men knew that they got into trouble and a lot of the time dragged Olivia in with them, the punishment was usually a lot less when she was involved. "If you want to prove you are the best and that you know what you are doing. Leave me and the girls here."

Olivia was going to be forever thankful that she was filled in on Sobel's shortcomings so she could learn how to twist and turn him to see things how she wanted to see if need be. But that was something that she was going to keep close to her chest and only use when she needed it.

He flicked his eyes over her shoulder to the other girls and then looked back at her, "You are beautiful and smart. I like that.' 

"Thank you, sir." Her statement came out more like a question than an air of confidence, like her previous statements. She knew that she and the girls were extremely pretty and for the most part extremely smart and they were picked for the Nursing Corp and for the Paratroopers for that reason and she had been told for years that she was beautiful, most recently by Joe Liebgott that morning when he stopped her at the counter in the mess hall. But hearing it from Sobel made her extremely uncomfortable. So much so that she wanted to go take a shower and scrub herself clean.

He finally broke his gaze away from her and went back towards the boys who now had newcomers in there. There were several new boys who had joined that hadn't been introduced fully to Sobel.

Olivia once he was away from her took a step back and visibly cringed. "You good Liv?" Adele asked keeping her voice low so Sobel didn't round back on them. "No, I need a drink and a shower." She returned glancing over her shoulder at her friend. "I don't blame you at all. Though I do feel bad for Don and the others."

 Don was Donald Malarkey, one of the new guys that had been assigned to Easy after getting out of W company and it already seemed like he was going to be a target for Sobel along with Smokey Gordon, another newbie, and Frank Procente, one of the first members of the company.

"Yeah, me too.' She agreed, twisting a bit to see what was going on. Sobel was prowling up and down the rows of the three platoons looking for something to dig them for. A happening, Olivia was assured, happened quite often and if more than one man was dinged then the weekend passes were revoked. It happened once already in the short two weeks they had been there, Lewis had been sure that it was going to happen more and more.

"Change into PT gear, we are running Currahee.' Sobel ordered, "Ladies included."

 The girls' training for the medic stuff was normally in the afternoons with Eugene Roe and Ralph Spina the two medics assigned to Easy Company. 

"You heard him ladies, fall out," Olivia ordered as she met her brother's eyes and nodded, assuring him she was okay. 

**

Amber was quiet as she pulled off the ugly green uniform that had been issued for them to wear, after meeting Sobel, an idea had formed in her head. If Harding was unwilling to get Olivia kicked out of the program for faradization then maybe Sobel would. She was just going to have to find a way to get him alone and talk to him. If Olivia could sleep with Lewis and from what she had seen Dick, then she should be okay to be with Sobel.

"You handled that so much better than I would have." Betsy commented, shaking Amber out of her thoughts, "him being all up in my personal space like that." 

"A lot of practice before Lewis came down from Yale, I was going to have to go to the Deb ball with my Uncle Finn's nephew Joshua and he was three times as bad as Sobel. He was all hands and no class.' 

"And Nixon isn't?" Alice teased, she, Amber, and Betsy had seen how he got with Olivia on weekend passes and how often they ended up in a hotel together for a full 48 hours. 

"Nah, Lew is different, he is all class, hands, and dick." She returned, her mouth curving into a smile.

"Olivia!" Lily scolded from where she was standing by her bunk, Dog Company was going to the obstacle course while Easy ran Currahee. "Sorry, Lil, it's true. Just like Bill is all dick and hands and no class.'

"That is true.' Evie agreed with a laugh, "And that in and of itself is a talent." She had figured that Bill had slept with Olivia once or twice when she came back from Charleston, she had seen the nail marks on his back and the dark purple love bit on his neck and she couldn't get mad at it. They weren't together and it seemed to her that it was fair that it happened.

"I couldn't share a man like you two have." Mary threw in finally, normally when the girls talked, she stayed silent, not wanting to be included in the conversations or to make friends. She saw Olivia as a rival for Liebgott's attention and she didn't want to see the charm like the others did. "We don't share." Both girls said at the same time. "Liv was with him first, they dated for what two years?" Olivia nodded her head as she fastened a bobby pin into her braid to keep the strands in place, "But then she slept with him behind my back before I slept with him." Mary shook her head, she couldn't do it, let alone be friendly to the girl who slept with the man she supposedly loved.

"Let's go, ladies, PT formation." Carwood Lipton called as he opened the door to their barracks, out of the Sargents they had in Easy Company, he was the most respectful of the women and their space. Floyd Talbert was standing just behind Lipton and offered the girls a smile as they passed. "Olivia, my darling." He commented once she was out onto the pathway. 

"What do you want, Floyd, sugar?" She returned glancing up at him out of the corner of her eye knowing that he was flirting with her. Bobby had quickly filled her in on his friends the night before about how both Talbert and Liebgott were both ladies' men and how she should stay away from them. 

"What? I can't check on you?" Lipton's laugh from behind them made her think that she was on the right path. "You don't know me well enough to check on me." "Then let me get to know you." He knew it wasn't fair to Liebgott to do this when he had made his interest in the younger Stewart twin known to him and to Chuck Grant. But he also had Mary on a back burner as well.

Floyd didn't.

"You have to earn the right to get to know me." She returned before raising herself up on her toes to press a kiss against his cheek before going to join the rest of the girls in the group.

"Careful Tab," Lipton warned, "You don't know what you are getting yourself into." 

Joe who had seen the exchange was angry, he had thought he had made it clear that he was interested in Olivia and that should've been enough to stop him from approaching Olivia. But it wasn't, now he was going to make his own interest clear and that was the last thing that he wanted to do, Tab had forced his hand.

To try and see if he could weed out the weaker girls, Sobel separated them throughout the platoons. Olivia and Adele in the first platoon with Lipton, Talbert, and Liebgott, Amber and Evie in the second platoon with Bill, Bobby, and Joe Toye, and Betsy in the third platoon with Grant, Johnny Martin, Bull Randleman, and Mary.

“Hey ya Princess.’ Liebgott greeted as he joined Olivia and Talbert. “Liebgott.” She returned, “I thought I told you not to call me that.” “I would prefer you to call me Joe.”  Everyone called him by his last name or a shortened version of his last name.  But to prove a point that he was serious to Tab and to an extent her, that he was serious about his pursuit of her. 

“You know, Bobby warned me about both of you.’ She started low enough for them to hear her, Sobel was already roaming up and down the platoons and she didn’t want to be the reason why the boys got into trouble because of her. She didn’t even like it when Bobby got into trouble for her and he was her flesh and blood.              

“What did he say?” Tab was curious, he knew the night before after Bobby saw Liebgott talking to his sister, took her aside, and talked to her about things. “Said y'all were man whores. And that I should stay away from you both.” 

“Of course he did,” Talbert muttered, as Sobel called out for them to start running, saving them from saying anything. In a way either one of them blamed Bobby for telling his sister how they were, if their sisters were there, they would have done the same thing. 

Joe would have done the same thing with his sister and she was thrown into a situation like Olivia was. He glanced down at the girl and found that her eyes were on Sobel studying him, with an intense dislike. 

“What is it?” 

“He looks like a demonic swan.” She answered after a heartbeat, finally looking back at him. “She ain’t wrong.” Pat Christensen said through heavy breaths from behind them causing her to smile victoriously  

Sobel was now running back and forth between the groups throwing his arms around, yelling things that Olivia was thankful that she could barely make out. Something about the Japanese, High-Ho-Silver, and a bunch of other nonsense that she wasn’t ready to deal with yet.   It was like trying to mourn her brothers, uncle and great great grandfather’s death. She couldn’t handle it right then and the best way she knew how to was to bottle it up and let it simmer until it was enough. And Sobel was going to be the same way it felt like. 

[random-story-writer]

I know this has absolutely nothing to do with Bugbo content, but I’ve recently been looking into this game called Robot 64 (basically like Mario 64, except it’s on Roblox), and my mind decided to make some tk headcanons for some of the characters, so I’m gonna share some of them here-

The robot protagonist, Beebo

Lee-leaning switch

Not very ticklish anywhere else aside from the battery box on his back

He does not know anything about tks at all

If ever he ends up tickling someone, it’s on accident

Dr. Smar(Chibliss), Beebo’s creator

Lee-leaning switch

He mostly tks his inventions (the sentient ones) for fun or as a joke

He’s talking to Beebo through that speaker because he’s extremely ticklish, and is scared that Beebo might be curious, and might end up getting wrecked on accident by his own creation

He cannot handle teases

Even though he can’t handle teases, he still teases his lee with simple teases like “coochie coochie coo!”, and stuff like that

Hecklord, the leader of the Hecklands (basically just a guy made of fire)

Ler

There’s no way this dude can be tickled, let alone be ticklish

After Beebo defeated him (even though he turned to stone after, let’s just say he somehow got un-stoned after), he tried to tk Beebo to try and distract and stop him from killing the sun, yet it didn’t work since he couldn’t find Beebo’s ticklish spot, obviously not knowing that Beebo’s weak spot was his battery box

He doesn’t tease his lee, mostly he just makes random comments about the lee

Knoddy, the robot-hating resort owner (basically Thomas Flyswatter if he hated robots and owned a resort)

Lee

When he got defeated by Beebo, Beebo picked him up and he was literally holding his laughter

Kicks and squeals a lot when being wrecked

Grumpy attitude after being tked

Does not try to get revenge on his ler, he just hides in his resort for a few days to avoid getting wrecked again

Ever notice how some of my Knoddy headcanons were somewhat similar to my Thomas headcanons, it’s because they’re both incredibly irritable, they hate whatever the protagonist is, and they both look like they’d be afraid of thunderstorms-