#tit tour sweater

[notsosaucystuff]

I have made sweaters before ↓, so the hardest part is the planning and patience needed. There are so many possibilities. Different textures or appliques for each square. But I don't want it to be too busy.

I don't think I'm going to add appliques, but that might change. @slutoast added a golden pig to hers. Music notes might be a cool idea to represent DanandPhilBeats.

Alright, let's see.

1. Definitely squares in these colors:

2. A cardigan or else I won't wear it as much because it'll be to hot

3. Half Dan's, half Phil's. Dan on the right and Phil on the left as it should be

4. Ribbing along the bottom to give it a nice finish

5. The ribbing and the outside part of the granny squares with moons or ying and yangs will be the same color.

Basic concept:

Now, I was thinking about doing the phases of the moon along the bottom like in this picture:

But I want to split the colors in half which means there has to be an even amount of squares, or for the colorful squares to be set above the moon squares like bricks overlapping 🧱 I don't like that very much. So that's off the table for this project. Maybe for a different one

Okay, this is mostly so I can keep track of what I'm doing for this project. Please feel free to use any of these ideas for your own projects. Art is important! ;)

@dnpbeats had this amazing idea to crochet a granny square sweater with the colors of Phil's bedsheets to wear to the tit tour which is an amazing (pun intended) idea.

I am going to do something similar, but make it more of my personal style. @basementpotato made one this last December with half of Dan's colors and half Phil's colors. I love this and am going to take inspiration from their's to make my own sweater.

I was looking on youtube for ideas for what kind of square to use when I came across this:

Then I got the idea to put the phases of the Moon across the bottom. There is this pattern by Crochet Bits on YouTube and crochetbits.com ↓ but, I think I'll probably make my own.

But then there's also the opportunity to use this pattern by BrightBag on esty ↓ one side black for Dan and the other side blue or green for Phil

Decisions, decisions...

[blossoms-phan]

I LOVE YOUUUU (x)

[daisyjay887]

People have already mentioned that a slit merch sweater like the boob fringe should be released and I think that in honour of the tit tour and the reslittening, they should actually release that

[aphrogeneias]

Congratulations, bby! 🥰 I’d love to participate but I am so lousy at prompts 😓

I’d love like an interview moment? All the press for Day One has got me thinking about Eddie doing like marathon interviews and him being like…distracted by his assistant the whole time?

If it doesn’t spark anything feel free to toss ❤️

warnings: smut (+18), biting, oral (f receiving). sex flashbacks in the middle of the day are one's biggest enemy.

Somewhere between the third and fourth questions, Eddie zoned out.

The band was lined up at the press conference table, and as he sat at the far left of his bandmates, his mind started wandering. He didn't know if it was the flash of the cameras going off, or the repetitive questions being made by the journalists sitting on the chairs reserved for the press in front, but he couldn't keep his attention fixed.

“What can we expect from this second U.S. tour now that…”, and “Can you guys tell us your plan for…”, and “What do you think about the comparisons made between you and…”. The last question, made by a man directly in front of him, almost made him roll his eyes. Eddie looked away, barely concealing a sigh, and let Jeff handle that question more gracefully than he ever could.

He chose the circus life, he enjoyed the circus life, but when it was moments like this where he discovered he didn't have much patience for it.

Wandering, like his mind, his eyes found you standing at the side, between Rick and their manager, Jim. With your trusty notebook in hand, listening to Rick whispering something as you scribbled something quickly. Eddie wanted to smile at your concentrated face, and the way your nose scrunched as you struggled with the ballpoint pen in your hand.

He couldn't, though, but that didn't stop him from looking.

As you strained your neck further to listen more closely to what Rick was telling you, the collar of your sweater moved just enough for him to see a peek of a reddened — quickly turning purple — bruise close to your collarbone.

The memory hit him, then, all at once.

You spread before him in bed like a feast, looking good enough to eat. Running his nose through your naked chest, nuzzling his cheek on your soft skin to feel you close, holding you down with his hands on your waist. Your giggles and your hands on his hair, keeping it from falling on his face.

Marking you with his lips and teeth, tongue and spit, lavishing you with it. Teeth on your neck, suckling on your sensitive skin, relishing on the sweet noises you made, on the feeling of your hands as they squeezed his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

You marked him as he marked you, and if he moved shoulders the right way, he could still feel them running down his back.

Eddie sat, bored, his legs spread wide, thinking about you. About sucking bruises over your chest, leaving delicate bites on your nipples, the bite mark he left on your lower stomach, knowing he would find it there later, if he lifted your pretty sweater up. Another journalist raises their hand, another question is made.

Another memory of his mouth on you, kissing your thighs, biting on the meat of them. Your taste on his tongue, like honey on his lips. The view of your back arching as he raised his eyes to see you fall apart on his mouth and fingers, hands squeezing your tits just as he'd asked.

He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, wishing he'd kept his sunglasses on. His already tight jeans feel tighter, and if he closed his eyes, he could still feel you on him, skin on skin, thighs squeezing his waist, the bed moving and hitting the wall behind you, the shadows undulating on the wall.

If this was a spell you'd gotten him under, he didn't wish to be broken free.

“My question is for Munson,” he heard, then, coming from a journalist at the far back. A woman, with a microphone labeled with a magazine he'd heard of before, but only in passing, “do you…”

He had to ask her to repeat her question, amping up his charm, making the crowd of press-people laugh. You didn't know what you'd done, but he'd get you for it later.

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

let my fate be decided by the masses…

1. clown outfit (would do a blue belt though for TIT theme, and i would also be doing the makeup)

2. legalise catboys sweater (except with trousers, and possible cat ears and bow if im feeling confident)

[hyunjinswifelol]

ride. hhj.

hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings - smut, thigh riding, fingering, oral ( f! Receiving ), dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, a little fluff, not proof read, so sorry about any mistakes:]

you qnd hyunjin were just now coming home from his tour. You and him obviously shared a hotel room, and you were both getting ready to put on a movie. The movie he picked out had a sex scene. As soon as it came on, all you could do was press your thighs together, and squeeze his yand for dear life. Hyunjin was quick with his actions thougg,and his free hand went straight down, under the thick duvet, and right to the waistband of your shorts. You rested your head on his should and sighed when you felt his middle finger started rubbing small circles on your clit. " my love.. ooen please." He almost demanded you to open your thighs. You obeyed immediately, he wasted no time, and shoved two fingers in your throbbing pussy. Uou squeezed his hand, qnd whimpered. He went in and out of you at a painfuly slow pace, making sure you feel his rings, and his nails scratch your g-spot. You moaned at the feeling of his rings. You felt yourself clench around his fingers as he was starting to go faster. " hey, look at me, not the tv love. Now." You nodded your head and looked straight into his eyes. He then to go even faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut, and shoved your face in his neck. " youre such a sensitive little one arent you my love" he said, his voice raspy, qnd deep. Qlmost qs deep as felixs voice. " jinnie.. jin- im gonna-" before you coukd finisb what you were sayingz he pulled his fingers out. You sighed, feeling empty. He then pulled you on his lap, and smashed his lips on yours. You grabbed his shoulders for support, and started slowlt grinding on his thigh. He bit your lip, and slipped his tounge in your mouth. His hands went under your- no. his sweater you were wearing, and felt your entire torso. To your tits,to the bottom of your waist. You started grinding on his though harder, qnd faster. You broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around he shoulders, and burried your fave in his neck. He kissed your forehead, and lifted you slowly, putting 2 fingers inside you again. You moaned loydly. He was going really fast woth his fingers that you were gonna cry. " hyun- " you moaned out, and he pulled his fingers out again, and pushed you backwards off his lap, he hovered over you, and kissed you again. His hand moving back fown to finger you again. But this time, he did 3 fingers. You almost screamed. Then he took them out, once again. He then made his way down and his nose touched your throbbing clit. The movie now forgotten in the background. Hyunjin did one long lick on your whole pussy, qnd then started toubge fucking you. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, and moaned out his name myltiple times. " hyunjin please- let me cum please" you begged, tears in your eyes. He looked up at you and rolled his eyes. " just this one time sweetheart, but afyer this, I will control whne you fucking cum." He said, qlmost scaring you with how deep his voice has gotten. You nodded and mumbled thank you multiple times in a row. " go ahead love, let me taste you. Right the fuck now." He demanded. He started roughly fingering you, and you imediatly came. He licked his fingers, and licked up your cum. You sighed, and threw your head back. You sat you, and he pulled you right to his embrace, holding you close to his chest. He kissed your forehead, qnd you couldve fallen aslep just like that, if you had your pants on.

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Thank you for reading my stories:D i hooe you have a wondeful night, or day. Make sure to drink plenty of water, and eat healthy meals. Stay safe guys:]

[kingh4des]

tit tour was a blast however now im going thru the worst pcd ive ever felt in my entire life.... THE CUTEST PERSON WAS SAT NEXT TO ME THOUGH they had crocheted a sweater of phil and dans bedsheets and it had rainbow buttons and i was complimenting them during intermission omg i wish i got their socials or smth

but then dan and phil literally came back from intermission as they were showing me their m&g photos!!!

IN AUSTIN BTWWW!!! me and oomfie were sat in the aisle seats for pit row 3 towards the exit!

[frick-yes-dragons]

wait wait wait it's the terrible influence tour... the tit tour... tits... are they bringing back the boob sweaters

[pi3tros]

INTO YOU

summary: jackson has been gone for months, and the worst thing about it was not seeing you. All he wants to do is please you and make you happy but how can he do that when the two of you are countries apart? Finally. The man was off tour and back home. And he wanted to do nothing more but to show you what you were missing for those torturing months.

pairing: idol! jackson x baker! reader established relationship, smut & fluff, reader is a bit black coded ngl

genre: romance

rating: 18+

warnings: groping, grinding, kissing, p in v sex, soft dom jackson, choking, creampie, spanking, slight degradation, little bit of food play with whip cream, hair pulling, overstimulation, daddy kink, raw sex (wrap it up guys), breeding kink, cum play, fingering, m and f receiving, reader is thick asf, size kink, both hands on the screen y’all PLS 😭, he is a freak like the dirty talk is jaw dropping, bros pwussy whipped, jackson is 8 inches 😝😝😝

Jackson drove quickly down the street, the moon out and street lights flickering on. He gripped on the steering wheel, rings digging into the expensive leather. When he said he needed to see you that was a understatement, the man was literally going insane with the thought of seeing you again. Jackson needed to breath the same air as you again, touch you, look at you.

When he got the call from his manager that the concerts have been cancelled due to the stadium having issues and he was on break for a month, he had never been happier.

Pulling into the driveway seeing your Porsche in the driveway that he had bought you for your birthday, looking through the house seeing that the living room and kitchen lights where on. He rushed out of the car grabbing his luggage, not even bothering to lock the car as he power walked to the door. With shaky hands taking out his keys, unlocking the door carefully. Rolling his suitcase onto the clean floors, leaving it by the door.

Rnb played in the background, the smell of honey and treats filling his nose. He sighed, feeling rather emotional as he took off his coat. He could hear you humming in the background as pans slapped against the marble countertops, it smelt like cookies and your vanilla perfume.

Walking inside the house, being met with your side profile as you cut up the bars of chocolate. Curls put in a ponytail and you were still in clothing rather than pajamas. Tight jeans that fit every single curve of your body, hugged the thickness of your thighs and behind. Then a new sweater that was tight as well, pastel pink and had a low cut showing your white Lacey bra that held your plump tits so well.

He felt like he could bust in his pants right there and then.

Looking up from the cutting board with wide eyes, not expecting to see your fiancé back home so soon. You weren’t complaining tho. The corners of your plush lips turned upward, smiling brightly. “Baby, missed you so much!” You sat down the knife, basically skipping towards him.

He yanked you towards him, muscular arms trapping you in a tight hug squeezing the air out of your body. His nose pressed against the side of your neck inhaling the vanilla perfume that he had missed so much. His right hand trailing down to your behind groping you as his fingers dug into the material.

“Missed you,” smooch “so,” smooch “much.” He kissed every part of your face to your neck, making you laugh from the ticklish sensation on his lips. You had him wrapped around your finger unknowingly. “You don’t even know girl,” he muttered, slamming his lips against yours. Large palm slapping against your ass making you gasp, taking the chance the slip his tongue in your mouth.

You tasted like chocolate and whipped cream, leaving him wanting more and more of your sweetness with ever gasp of your mouth. He made you dizzy, from his hands running up your body to his tongue gliding against the inside of your mouth. Stumbling backwards as his heavy weight pressed against you.

The oven dinged, you pulled your head back making him whine. Already missing the taste of your lips as you rushed towards the oven, grabbing the glove pulling out the pan, then the other. Thanks to Jackson’s wealth you had a luxurious kitchen, atleast 4 ovens for you to cook and bake freely.

Wiping the spit that trickled down his chin with his Dior shirt, following you like a puppy as he watched you press your finger against the hot sugar cookies making sure they where the right temperature. Then bending down picking them with a toothpick making a small opening for inside the cookies. Grabbing whip cream filling the cookies up.

Jackson cursed himself for having a dirty mind, waiting patiently for you to be done. Watching you as you put some of the home made whip cream in your mouth tasting it. “Don’t do that,” he said looking at you with a dazed expression.

“Do what?” You raised a eyebrow, filling your mouth up with more of the whip cream. Some of it dripping down onto your chest. He groaned shaking his head at that, growing a even harder through his sweatpants. Jackson was really trying his best to be a good man and let you finish whatever you were doing so after he could make you forget your own name. But that plan wasn’t going to last with your behavior.

His pointer finger trailed up your chest collecting the whip cream, then shoving his finger in your mouth. “Stop that.” He scolded you, feeling your tongue swirl around the tip of his fingers. At this point in time he was painfully hard, he could feel the pre cum leaning down his girth. Cock throbbing like a heartbeat. It was that bad.

“Your the one who put your finger in my mouth.” You sassed back as his finger slipped out of your mouth, earning a harsh slap on your behind. Giving him a look as you turned back towards the cookies. The counter was quite messy, all your packaging and ingredients displayed everywhere. Grabbing the plastic bags that had your bakery name on them.

Carefully putting the cookies inside humming to the summer walker song in the background. Feeling your fiancé hover on you once again, the taller man pressing into you as he watched you do what you do. Eyes not focused on the cookies tho, more on his crotch pressed in between your cheeks.

He let out a sigh, hips moving slowly as he got a tiny bit of relief from grinding against you. His large hand sliding under your sweater resting on your belly. “Jackson stop, tryna’ focus.” You whined, feeling your panties get sticky from arousal as he bucked against you. Trying to act unbothered even tho you met some of his thrusts.

“Take a break then baby,” he muttered, gently tilting your head to the side trailing wet kisses down your neck. Sucking and biting down leaving dark hickeys on some spots.

“But I have to have these done by the morning,” you let out a moan at the end feeling his hand squeeze your tit under your bra. His thumb rubbing slow circles against your nipple. He twitched against you, the sound music to his ears.

“I’ll do it for you.” He kissed your temple, turning you around in a swift motion. Grabbing the back of your thighs lifting you up easily. He gripped your thighs heading upstairs quickly, your stomach bubbling with anticipation. Opening your bedroom door that was clean as always.

He threw you on the bed, gasping as he yanked you back down by your ankles. Unzipping your jeans grabbing both sides pulling the material down your legs, undressing you himself. The man didn’t want you to lift a finger. He took off your sweater as well, hands slowly running down your side.

“Pretty,” he muttered, eyeing the matching lingerie set he got you before he left. Carefully taking off your panties, all of his movements slow and sensual. Grabbing your thighs spreading your legs. He let out a shaky sigh, thumb trailing down your cunt. Bringing his thumb to his mouth sucking on it lightly.

“So wet, all for me?” He raised a eyebrow looking at you, pressing against your clit rubbing slow and harsh circles. Your legs snapping close but he opened them back up immediately, he smiled at that. Laughing at you tauntingly as you where already dazed out from his simple movements.

“Uh-huhhhh,” you let out a yelp as he stuffed his two fingers in your hole, thick and long filling you up just right. Fingers pumping in and out harshly, his other hand keeping a strong hold on your thigh so you didn’t snap it shut once again. You felt your soul leave your body for a second, eyes rolling back as his fingers curled inside of you.

It’s been months, and you where so damn sensitive. Everything seemed 10x better since you was touch deprived, vibrator and your own fingers not doing as good as him. He had a wicked smile on his face, hand removing from your thigh pressing down onto your stomach to keep you down from bucking up. “You gotta’ stop movin’ so much babe.” He teased, keeping you in place as his finger’s relentlessly moved in and out.

Your arousal trailed down your butt to the sheets, the room loud with your moans and sound of your wet cunt. Legs shaking violently as he collected spit, spitting down onto your pussy watching it trail down. “J-jackson s-slow downnn t’ much!” You whined grabbing his wrist trying to get him to slow down, he slapped your hand away.

“Uh-uh sweetheart.” He grabbed both of your wrist with his free hand, tightly wrapping his fingers around leaning forward as your thighs rested against his. Placing your hands on the bed, he huffed curling his fingers once again. Bullying your walls, thumb working as well.

He groaned, eyeing the soaked bedsheets. “Your so wet, damn.” Watching as your hole squeezed his fingers as he pumped them inside you, taking them out replacing them with his tongue. His nose pressing into your clit, back arching as you let out loud moan that bounced against the walls.

Thighs squeezing his head as he leaned forward, your thighs pressing against your own stomach as his tongue curled pumping in and out. “Mmph!” You bit against your hand, trying to contain your moans since you were so damn loud the neighbors could probably hear. And with one last curl of his tongue you came hard, cum trailing down your fiancés chin as he licked it all up. Panting as he backed up, standing up again.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you daddy.”

“Good girl.” he gave your cunt a loud slap, untying his sweatpants taking them off. Then his shirt, then finally his boxers. His dick was leaking badly, tip angry and red. Veins extra purple. He was thick and long, curving to the right. Wrapping his hand around his dick hissing, stroking himself slowly.

“Ready?” He asked, giving your belly button a kiss as he pushed you farther down the bed, leaning down as his arms rested in each side of your head. You simply nodded, his lips pressing against your cheek as he lined himself up.

The both of you moaned as he slowly slid himself in, his eyes squeezing shut as he bottomed out. Letting out a grunt as you squeezed him dry. He fit in perfectly, he had been inside you so many times your pussy probably was shaped like him.

Leaning upward spreading your legs farther as he waited for you to adjust from the burning sensation that was painful to be honest. “J-jackson,” you whined, covering your eyes with your arm.

“Right here honey,” he ran his hand up and down your thigh, slowly sliding out then slamming back inside, hips beating against yours. You could barely think straight, his cock curving so nicely inside of you kissing your cervix each time. Mouth in a O shape as you let out the sluttiest moans.

“T-taking me so good sugar, d-doing so mmph good!” He praised, eyes focused on the way he slid in and out inside you. Your moans only hyping him up more, squeezing your waist as he pumped inside of you. Legs shutting close but he yanked them back open. It was to much, he didn’t even give you a second to recollect from your last orgasm.

“Keep these legs open baby,” he groaned loudly, hand sliding up in between your breast grabbing your neck squeezing it. Slowing down his thrusts, body flinching as he slammed into you harder and slower. Back arching further as he took the chance sliding his arm under your back lifting you up, heels digging into the bed as he thrusted into you from a whole different angle.

“O-oh my goshhhhh, w-wait!” You whined loudly, slapping his shouler as the feeling was getting overwhelming, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed his hips upward. Gripping your waist so hard it would probably leave a mark.

“Holy—baby your squeezing me so damn tight right now,” he muttered, hand moving down to your already red cheek. Slapping it harshly leaving a print, tears staining your cheeks as you let out a sob, biting onto his shoulder as he switched the position once again. Your ass in the air as he pressed your head down into the pillow.

“Gonna, fuck, put a baby inside you, stuff you full with my cum. You like that? Like the sound of that sweetheart?” He panted, arching your back as you slammed against him. Hand repeatedly slapping against the skin of your cheeks till it felt raw, grabbing your hair yanking you upward. Shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, sliding his hand down your stomach playing with your clit.

He leaned back, spreading your cheeks wide watching himself slide in and out. “Pussy to good, holy fuck.” You moaned against the pillow as he slowed down, fingers moving quickly as your legs shook. Cumming hard as it slid down his cock, he didn’t stop tho. Loud groans echoing in the room as he continued to hit it from the back so hard his hips turned pink.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he groaned, cumming inside of you. Pumping himself inside letting out a whine from how sensitive he was, panting as he slid out.

Cum dripped down in between your ass, but he was quick to collect it with two fingers. Stuffing it right back inside. “Can’t let anything go to waste sweetheart.”

[notsosaucystuff]

Does anyone have any recommendations for a small artist on etsy or a different site who makes buttons that would be good to put on a homemade sweater? Please self promo as well if you want to. Preferably Dan and Phil themed

Not this kind of button ❌

These kinds of buttons ✅

[blossoms-phan]

SHUT UP THERES BEEN A SPOTTING

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 7 - Compliments

It's already been a week. Wow. Prompt list can be found here, curated by the marvelous @forlorn-crows .

Relationship: Cirrus/Cumulus, referenced Cirrus/Cumulus/Sunshine

Summary: Cumulus is feeling insecure about her body but has the support of her mate.

Word count: 848

Rating: light M

Content warnings: Body insecurities

Spring had turned into summer and weather permitted wearing fewer layers, the inhabitants of the ministry no longer lived in oversized sweaters and winter robes, and everyone had shed layers of unnecessary clothing. Cumulus herself had taken to crop tops and high waisted skinny jeans, thinking she looked cute. Cirrus looked absolutely stunning in her perfectly applied make-up and flowing dresses, blouses and trousers, Sunshine was adorable in her colorful shirts and ever-changing wardrobe as she was still trying to find her style.

Cumulus had overheard the siblings compliment the other ghoulettes, talking in hushed tones about how attractive they found the ghoulettes when they thought Cumulus couldn’t hear. It was not that the siblings had said anything bad about her, but it was more that they had not said anything about her. Not even a “nice tits”.

Cumulus takes in her reflection in the full body mirror in the corner of the room the three ghoulettes share. She thinks she looks cute, but doubts start creeping in. They had tried on the new tour clothes last night, and Cumulus had become increasingly annoyed when her clothes needed to be modified. Again. The shorts she sleeps in hug her thighs, making her ass look amazing. Or so she thought. The shorts look loose and casual on Sunny whenever she borrows them. Her t-shirt is soft and well-worn, but the sleeves are still tight in a way she knows they aren't on Cirrus. Perhaps she should change her style and wear shirts that show more cleavage again. She always got compliments when she did it.

Cumulus is too distracted by her thoughts to notice Cirrus sneaking up on her from behind. Her soft paws did not make a sound, steps even more muffled by the fluffy carpet. Cirrus sneaks an arm around Cumulus’ waist, kissing the side of her face before their eyes meet through the mirror. She rests her head on Cumulus’ shoulder, moving Cumulus’ long hair aside so she can see her properly. “What’s going on, ‘Lu?”

“Do I look nicer when my tits are out?” Cumulus asks, balling up the hem of her shirt in her hands. “Cropped and loose t-shirts have been easier to handle in the nursery, but…”

“You always look nice,” Cirrus insists playfully, but gets serious when Cumulus sighs and rolls her eyes in annoyance. “I love your tits, love the way they feel when I hold them and how they spill out from your shirt when you’re feeling cheeky. But your comfort is more important. When you cover them it’s all the nicer when I get to undress you.”

“It just isn’t practical with the kits climbing all over me,” Cumulus mutters when Cirrus starts kissing her neck and her thumb lazily pets her side.

“But that’s not all, is it?” Cirrus pauses with her lips still on her mate’s skin, looking Cumulus right in her eyes through the mirror. “Something is bothering you.”

“Finding a fitting pair of jeans in a style that I want has been impossible. And the new tour shirts are too tight around the arms if I don’t upsize and then they look like a tent on me and don’t show off my boobs and waist like I want. And the trousers look good on the boys, but they just hide my curves. I want to feel good on stage but…”

“Oh,” Cirrus considers her words, leaving Cumulus waiting nervously on what her mate is going to say. It’s like waiting for judgment, even if Cumulus knows her mate loves her unconditionally. “The seamstress will make the changes so we can perform. But you know clothes are overrated.”

“Easy for you to say,” the bitter words escape Cumulus’ lips before she can help herself and the floodgates are open. She tries to hide the way her eyes are tearing up with her hands, but she suddenly can’t stop. “You and Sunny can find clothes wherever you want. I only have two pairs of trousers I like, and they will inevitably get holes in the thighs and then I need to fix them and they never look as good…”

Cirrus turns Cumulus around so they’re facing each other properly. She takes Cumulus’ face in her hands, wiping away tears from her cheeks with her thumbs. “Cumulus, darling, look at me. It’s not your fault that humans are stupid about bodies. You’re gorgeous no matter what you wear, and I will mend your jeans myself if that’s what it takes.”

“I’m sorry, this is so silly,” Cumulus hiccups as she tries to control her breathing. She’s an air ghoulette who sings her heart out on stage on the regular. She should be better at controlling her voice, but she’s always found it difficult when she’s overcome with emotions. “I’m supposed to enjoy this body, but it’s been difficult lately.”

“Want me to remind you how much I enjoy your body, hmm?” Cirrus asks, giving Cumulus time to decline but she continues when Cumulus nods. “Let me show you how beautiful I find you and how wrong humans are.”

[maybeimamuppet]

and all the devils are here (2/2)

“Hey, Jan?” Veronica asks one evening, poking her head through Janis’ open door. 

“Yeah?” Janis asks, looking up from her phone at her twin. 

“I’m going home to visit dad for spring break, do you wanna come with me? Mom said we could take the car,” Veronica says. She steps in a little further and stands aimlessly a few feet into Janis’ room. 

“Yeah, sure,” Janis says, trying to hide her rejoicing at a chance to see her father. She’s tried to hide it, but she’s very jealous that her twin has gotten so much time with both of their parents. She doesn’t blame them for it, but their parents made a really shitty choice for their custody arrangement. “Just us?” 

“Yeah, Mom has work she can’t miss that week,” Veronica says with a shrug. “She said she trusts us.” 

“Bad choice,” Janis snorts. “Yeah, I’ll go. Sounds fun.” 

“Tits,” Veronica grins. 

“Ha!” Janis calls as Veronica leaves her room with a groan. “I told you it’d catch on!” 

“Shut up!” Veronica yells from next door. 

“Girls, be nice!” Their mother yells at them from downstairs. 

“Sorry, Mom!” 

——

The six hour drive flies by for Janis. They’re going to one of the most boring states in the nation, which Veronica strongly protested with several ‘interesting’ factoids about her mother state. The world’s largest basket doesn’t sound intrigue Janis all that much, but she does have to admit that the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame sounds interesting. But a whole week with her dad and his side of the family is the real catch for Janis. 

“Hey, ladies,” he calls with a wave when they pull into the driveway. “How was your drive?” 

“Good,” Veronica says, giving their dad a quick hug before she goes to get their stuff from the trunk. 

“Janis!” he greets, giving her a squeeze. 

“Hi, dad,” Janis says, leaning in a little more when he tries to let her go. He wraps her up again and gently rubs her back. 

“How ya doing, kiddo?” 

“Good,” Janis says, taking a deep breath before she pulls back. Her dad smells like teakwood and old leather. His sweater is soft, just like the hand he massages over her back.

“Good,” he says with a grin and a ruffle of her hair. “You two go get settled in, I’m working on dinner.” 

“I’ll show you around after,” Veronica says as she carries a bag past her. “Sherwood grand tour.” 

“Cool,” Janis grins. 

—-

Veronica gives a very detailed tour, along with Mac, who they’d picked up along the way. Janis gets to see their favorite restaurants, which make up a solid seventy percent of the attractions around, the local 7-11, a giant field of terrifying concrete corn, lots of real corn with some scattered soybeans for variety, and the outskirts of the closest city. 

“You wanna see Westerburg?” Veronica asks. There’s something in her eyes Janis hasn’t seen before. Must be excitement. 

“Really? You wanna go back?” Janis asks softly. 

“Yeah, why not?” Veronica says with an uncharacteristic shrug. “I’ve been away for a while. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“It’s late, Blueberry, I think you should wait,” Mac says anxiously from the backseat. “And I have to go home.” 

“I’ll be fine, Noodle,” Veronica sighs. “I’m not made of glass. Let’s get you home.” 

“I’m not saying you are, I’m just saying you need to be careful with yourself,” Mac explains. “But if you have Janis there I guess it’ll be fine. Just call me if you need anything, okay?” 

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Janis teases. Veronica shoves her with a hand before focusing on driving again. “Hey!”

They can both almost hear Mac rolling her eyes in the backseat as they head through the gates into her neighborhood. Veronica sighs, “I’ll be fine, Mickey. You don’t need to worry.” 

“If you say so,” Mac says. She leans forward for a goodbye kiss from her girlfriend when they pull into her long driveway. “Bye. See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” Veronica whispers against her lips. She gives her one more smooch before she pulls back. “Love you.” 

“Love you too. Bye Janis,” Mac says, climbing out of the car and rushing into her house. 

“Bye,” Janis says. 

“You ready?” Veronica asks, turning to look at her for a second before she reverses out of the driveway. 

“I doubt it,” Janis chuckles. “Are you?” 

“I think so,” Veronica says quietly. 

“Does Mac know?” 

“Know what?” 

“About the ghosts,” Janis clarifies. 

“Oh. Yeah, she does,” Veronica says. “Well, she knows about Heather. They had some stuff to clear up. Sometimes Heather makes me call her just so they can talk. But the others don’t really have a reason to show themselves to her.” 

“That makes sense,” Janis says. Veronica nods, and they continue the drive in silence. 

—-

The school is dark when they pull into the massive, empty parking lot. It’s one of those places that feels like a completely different dimension. Schools after dark are always weird. 

The doors are locked when Veronica tries to open them, and she’s too paranoid about cameras to try to pick one so Janis can have a tour of the inside. 

“I have an idea, come on,” Veronica says. Janis follows her as fast as she can when Veronica breaks into a run. 

“Vera, Jesus,” she pants. “I’m gay, don’t do this to me.” Veronica just laughs and goes faster. “Come on, man!” Eventually, they come to a stop. “The football field? Are you sure? Isn’t this where-”

“I have to go back,” Veronica insists. Janis watches as she kicks off her shoes and starts climbing the chain link fence. “You coming?” 

“I-I guess,” Janis says. She follows suit and struggles through the whole fence climbing thing much more than her sister did. “Goddamn.” 

“Nicely done,” Veronica says. “Come on.”

Janis follows her to the middle of the field, where a big W is painted in red. It’s almost spooky, with only the stars and moon to light their way and only their twin for company. 

“What do you think?” 

“It’s… nice, I guess,” Janis says in confusion. “It’s just a football field to me.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” Veronica asks in a strange tone of voice. It startles Janis enough that she looks up from the W and at her sister. 

“V-Vera, what is that?” Janis asks shakily. “What are you doing?” 

Veronica doesn’t say anything. Janis looks frantically between the large knife in her hand and her blank, hollow eyes. 

“Veronica,” Janis begs. “Listen to me. Whatever you’re thinking of doing with that, don’t. I-I know you’re not here right now, but you have to try to come back. Fight this off.” 

“We’re what killed the dinosaurs,” Veronica mumbles to herself. Janis continues taking slow steps backwards, away from her sister. 

“Janis,” Heather suddenly says, materializing next to Janis’ twin. “Something’s wrong with her.”

“Yeah, clearly!” Janis scoffs. 

“No, I mean something’s wrong that hasn’t happened before! This isn’t just her having a flashback!” Heather says. “She can’t hear me!” 

“What do you mean she can’t hear you?” Janis asks frantically. 

“She can’t hear any of us,” Ram says as he and Kurt fade in next to Heather. JD follows, but seems to only be there to observe what’s going on. He lingers towards the back, unspeaking. 

“Heather,” Veronica says suddenly. 

“Veronica, that’s your sister,” Heather begs. “I’m right here, you can’t do this!” 

“Yes you can,” another voice suddenly says. Janis startles and looks as… another Heather suddenly pops up. The Heather Janis is used to is in full color, red robe and red hair and her mouth stained a contradictory blue. This new one has the same form, but she’s entirely in greyscale. Like some kind of… shadow. 

“What the fuck?!” Heather shrieks. 

“You’re a killer, Veronica,” grey-Heather continues. “Aren’t you? Look at what you did to me. To us.” 

Janis watches in horror as three more of the grey-ghosts appear. Ram, Kurt, and JD. Real-Heather looks frantically between her real ghostly counterparts and Janis. “Who the hell are you?” 

“Why, Heather Chandler, of course,” grey-Heather says.

“No, you aren’t, I am,” Heather growls. 

“Oh, but I am too,” grey-Heather grins. “I’m your worst nightmare. Everything she hated about you. Everything you hated about you. All the evil you had in you. All the darkness, all the rage. All the hate. But you didn’t even try to keep me down, did you? You broadcasted me for all the world to see. You know what a horrible person you were. You deserved to die.”

“Shut up!” Heather shrieks. Grey-Heather just laughs. 

“You know it’s true,” she hums, looking casually at her fingernails. “Call it… karma.” 

“Ram,” Veronica suddenly says. Her voice chills Janis to the core. It’s as if the words are being yanked through her vocal cords with absolutely no input from her brain. She sounds so empty. Her body is right in front of her, but Janis knows that right now, it’s a mere husk of her sister. And how the hell is she going to get her back?

“Why should she get to live, Veronica?” grey-Ram says in a chilling, echoey voice. “Why her and not me? I was only seventeen.” 

“Veronica, bro, it’s chill,” Ram says frantically. “I was totally a douche, don’t murder your sister!” 

“Look at her, Veronica,” grey-Kurt pipes up. “Look how tough she acts. And she’s quivering here at your feet. Doesn’t that fill you with such a rush? The thrill of the kill, aren’t you excited to watch the light leave her eyes?” 

“‘Ronica, please,” Kurt begs. “That’s not me! Open your eyes, bro! Listen to us! The real us, man, please!” 

“JD,” Veronica says. 

“Our love is god, Veronica Sawyer!” grey-JD says, throwing a ghostly arm around Veronica’s shoulder. “She knows too much, doesn’t she? You opened your stupid mouth and told her everything you did. You told her about all the people you killed. How could you be such an idiot? I thought you wanted to move on?” 

“Leave her alone!” Heather yells. 

“You’re a killer, Veronica,” grey-JD whispers. “You already have the blood of four people on your hands. The killer instinct is in you, babe. What’s one more? We can’t have her blabbing to the cops. That pretty face wasn’t made for jail.” 

Veronica takes a few large steps forwards. Janis scrambles backwards as quickly as she can manage on her shaking legs. This is it. She’s about to die on a football field, at some random high school in the middle-of-nowhere, Ohio. Murdered by her own twin. 

“Vera, please, listen to me,” Janis begs around a sob. “I’d never tell anyone, you’re my sister! I-I just got you, I’m not ready to lose you! A-and I’m not ready to die, please! Think-think about Cady, about Damian! Think about Mac, what-what is she gonna say? Don’t do this!” 

“Janis, she can hear you,” Heather says. “She can see you, she just can’t see or hear us! She’s listening!” 

“We both have so much to live for,” Janis continues. “Vera, please, just open your eyes!” 

She can see in Veronica’s eyes that a war is waging in her mind. She’s fighting. Fighting so hard to break free from whatever’s happening to her. Whatever these grey-ghosts are telling her, whatever they’re doing to her. Veronica’s fighting. But she’s been fighting for a very long time. 

She’s weak.

She’s not strong enough.

Not on her own. 

“Our love is god,” she mumbles. 

“Janis, let me borrow your body!” Heather says frantically. 

“What?!” Janis says, continuing to back away from her twin with her hands held up defensively. Like that’ll do anything.

“I need to talk to her somehow or you’re going to die here! And trust me, that’s not a nice place to go!” Heather insists. “Just let me possess you for a few minutes and I’ll try to talk her down. She has to hear from me, it’s… our… clones, or whatever, doing this to her!” 

“Okay, whatever, just do it quick!” Janis yells. She shudders and feels a chill go down her spine as all the hair on her neck stands on end. She suddenly feels a very strong urge to kick someone in the balls, and a deep understanding of all the merits of the color red. 

“Veronica,” Janis feels her mouth say. It’s not her voice. She shivers again as her mouth moves against her will to produce a voice unnatural to her. “Ronnie.”

“Heather,” Veronica says, pausing in her tracks. 

“Yeah, Ronnie, it’s me,” Heather-Janis says. “You need to listen to me.”

“I am,” Veronica says in confusion. 

“No, Veronica, the real me!” Heather says. “That’s not me!” 

Heather, look at their feet, Janis thinks as hard as she can. She feels Heather puppet her eyes to the feet of the grey-ghosts. Unlike the ones in color that float as their own separate entities a few inches off the ground, these are tethered like balls and chains to Veronica. 

They’re part of her. 

The voices that have been tormenting her for so many days, weeks, months; personified and tied to her with heavy chains. Their voices so much louder, deafening, that she’s no longer able to tell the real voices from her own. 

“You want revenge,” Veronica says. Janis forces her eyes to look at grey-Heather, so real-Heather can see her lips moving to silently form the same words. She’s turned Veronica into some sort of sick marionette, puppeting her every move, her every word, every thought. 

“No, Veronica, I don’t,” Heather says. “I want you to let me go. I don’t belong on Earth anymore, Ronnie. I’m so tired. I get more tired every day, but I’ve stuck around for you. Please, listen to me.” 

It’s working, Janis thinks again. Keep going. 

“I can’t,” Heather whispers. “I’m not strong enough, I’m sorry.” 

Janis gasps and stumbles as she’s suddenly flooded with warmth and in control of her body once more. Heather is back in front of her, a bit more translucent and hovering much closer to the ground. 

“My spirit is weak,” Heather says hoarsely. “I can’t hold on long enough to keep going, Janis, I’m sorry.” 

“Someone else try, quick,” Janis says as her sister starts advancing on her again. Ram hovers over to her. Ew, she thinks, but she willingly lets him take control. 

“‘Ronica,” he says. 

“Ram,” Veronica says. 

“Yeah, fam, it’s me. How ya been?” Ram chortles.

Dude, seriously? Janis thinks. 

“Ow, man, that actually hurts,” Ram says, puppeting Janis’ hand to rub the back of her neck. “‘Ronica, dude, you gotta snap out of this, bro. We never wanted this.”

“You never wanted to die,” Veronica echoes hollowly.

“I mean, yeah,” Ram agrees. “It kinda sucked, man. But you can’t kill your sister.”

“Why should she get to live and not you?” Veronica says. Janis watches grey-Ram’s lips move in tandem with her twin’s. “She’s just as innocent as you were.”

“No,” Ram says. Janis can hear the strain in his voice. He’s stronger than Heather, but he’s also struggling to hold on. “‘Ronica, I was a total jackass. Janis is a good person, she’s innoce-”

That’s all he wrote. Janis gasps again as Ram is ejected from her body. Kurt takes his place before she has a chance to recover. 

“Veronica, think about it, bro,” he begins. Janis is horrified by the images and urges running through her mind. She doesn’t even have the equipment for half of them. “If we didn’t deserve to die, Janis, like, definitely doesn’t, man.” 

“Your revenge,” Veronica says, sounding confused. Her eyes are a bit clearer than they were. Whatever they’re doing is giving her the strength to fight longer, fight harder. They’re giving her the upper hand. 

“I don’t want revenge, dude!” Kurt insists. “Especially not by murdering your sister! She didn’t even have anything to do with this, you whackjob!” 

“She knows too much,” grey-JD makes Veronica say. “She has to go.” 

“No, man, you need to wake up,” Kurt says. “Shit, Janis, I can’t hold on. Keep talking to her.” 

Janis sinks to her knees as Kurt leaves. Blood starts streaming from her nose. Being possessed in rapid succession by three different people is taking its toll on her body. She’s not sure how much more she can take. 

Veronica’s still gone. The battle in her mind still rages. Janis and the ghosts have managed to push the front lines back, but it’s still a losing battle. 

“Janis,” a quiet voice says. Janis looks up to see the ghost of JD swimming in front of her vision. “Listen, I know you’re weakened. If you can hold on long enough for me to talk to her, I think I can… I think I can get her back.” 

“Go to hell,” Janis growls, spitting out some blood and wiping her face off on her sleeve. “You did this to her.” 

“I know I fucking did!” JD yells. “But I really loved her, too, and she loved me back, or she’d never have done this! You’re fully within your right to hate me, but if you don’t let me in, she is going to kill you! And I cannot let that happen to her. She would never recover. She loves you, Janis, she’d never forgive herself. This isn’t her, and I’m not going to let it be.” 

“Fine,” Janis sighs. She forces herself to stand and shuts her eyes as the now-familiar chill and loss of control overtakes her once more. 

“Veronica,” JD says. 

“Jason,” Veronica says with a twisted smile. “Look, I’m doing it!” 

“I see that, babe,” JD says. Don’t make me call my sister babe, man, that’s just weird. “Sorry, Janis. Veronica, I see you are, but this isn’t what I want.” 

“B-but… you told me to do this,” Veronica says in confusion. “She has to be taken out of commission. She knows too much, she’ll send me to prison.” 

“Janis,” JD says softly. “Before I keep going, tell me honestly. Are you planning on reporting her to any authority, ever?” 

No, Janis roars in her head. She’s-she’s my sister! I’d never do that to her. She needs help, not locked up. She needs to be here.

“Good,” JD whispers. “Veronica.”

“Jason,” Veronica says with tears in her eyes. 

“Put the knife down,” JD coaches. “Talk to me for a while.”

“She’ll escape,” Veronica says. 

“She can’t. I’ve got her under control,” JD says. Ain’t that the fucking truth. “Janis, do you mind?” Sorry. “She won’t escape. She’s going to sit here with us and we’re going to talk. Just put the knife down.” 

Veronica doesn’t put the knife down so much as drop it so that it embeds into the astroturf of the new field. 

“Good, good, that’s good,” JD says. 

“I’ve talked to you every night,” Veronica says. “You-you told me to kill her. To get rid of her. So we can be together again.” 

“Veronica, that wasn’t me,” JD says calmly. 

“Yes it was! You told me I need to get revenge for you,” Veronica yells. “Kill her for you! Like I killed you! I have to kill her!” 

“No, Veronica!” JD bellows. “Veronica. The only person that will get revenge on is you. Janis is your twin. You have a bond like nobody else can possibly even describe, let alone feel. If you kill her, you’ll kill yourself right with her. A piece of you will be missing from your life, forever. You’d never recover. You’ve already been through too much, Veronica. You need to let us go. You need to forgive yourself. Veronica, you have to move on!”

“No!” Veronica roars, grabbing the knife and advancing on them. Janis feels a whimper of her own squeak out as she suddenly has the knife pinned to her throat. “You’re a fake, aren’t you? The real Jason wants revenge. You’re just trying to talk me out of it.”

“The real Jason loves you,” JD responds calmly. Dude, how the fuck? “Janis, I blew up, once you’ve done that you can face pretty much anything! Veronica. Listen. You can believe what you want, but listen to me.” 

Veronica eyes JD-Janis suspiciously, but she does allow a slight gap between Janis’ throat and the knife. Her grip on Janis’ collar loosens the slightest bit. “She has to die. So we can be together.”

“Veronica, I want nothing more than I want to be with you,” JD says calmly. “I love you more than I loved anything in my life. And my afterlife. But I’m not here anymore. My time came a long time ago. We can’t be together.”

“Yes we can,” grey-JD says, approaching again. “All you have to do is slit that pretty throat. She looks so much like you, doesn’t she, Ronnie? Like everything in you you can’t stand? All this darkness, this burden, this hatred? Don’t you just see it burning in front of you? It’d be so quick.” 

“Veronica, that’s not me! Don’t listen!” JD yells frantically as Veronica presses the knife to Janis’ flesh again.  “I never asked you to do this! I never asked you to try to get your revenge! Think, Veronica, come on! Who asked you that?!” 

“You!” Veronica insists. “It-it… it was you.” 

“No, Veronica, I never asked for this,” JD says. “Veronica, please, listen to me. Not him.”

“I died because of you!” grey-JD roars, made louder by the chorusing voices of the other three. “My blood stains your hands! You monster! Look at what you’ve done, you demon! You villain! Killing four innocent people! You killed me! You killed me! You killed me! You killed me!” 

“I’m sorry!” Veronica wails. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“You’re a killer,” grey-JD says. “I will not… forgive… Veronica...” 

“I did, Veronica, I did,” JD begs. “We all did! You can’t keep blaming yourself, it was me! I-I was sick, Veronica! I dragged you into it! You didn’t kill Heather, I did! I made you take the wrong cup, I’m the one who poisoned her! I lied and I told you the bullets were fake, I killed Ram! You aren’t even the one who shot Kurt, that was me! And you had nothing to do with my death, Veronica, except delaying it a little longer!” 

“I killed you,” Veronica whispers with tears streaming down her face.

“No, Veronica,” JD says. Janis wants to protest about him tenderly cupping her twin’s cheek, but she knows this isn’t the time. “I promise you. All the blame rests on me. I was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. And you were the best thing that could’ve happened to me.”

“But you-”

“Do you know how long I had a plan? How long before I even met you?” JD says softly. “Every new school I went to, I came up with a new one. Every moving day was going to be the time I finally fucking did it.” 

“Jason,” Veronica says. Some clarity is starting to come to her eyes. It’s working. Slowly but surely, JD is getting through. Janis just hopes he manages it before he can’t hold onto her anymore. 

“Veronica,” Heather says, some color returned to her now that she’s had some time to recover from her time inside Janis. Veronica whips around to look at her. “Can you hear me?” 

“Heather,” Veronica says. Heather smiles, in spite of the situation. 

“Yeah. You need to listen to us,” she says soothingly. “You need to come back. This isn’t you.” 

“But-but you… you’ve been telling me,” Veronica says. “Telling me to kill again. For you. A life for yours.”

“That won’t bring me back, Veronica,” Heather says sadly. “Nothing will. Killing Janis won’t solve anything.” 

“Why should she live?” grey-Heather says. “She’s not innocent, either.” 

Veronica’s eyes snap back to Janis. 

“She manipulated her little girlfriend for an entire year,” grey-Heather continues. “Isn’t she a bad person?”

“Veronica,” Heather says, remarkably calmly. “You are not the judge, jury, and executioner. This weight is not meant for your shoulders.”

“B-but-” Veronica stumbles. She looks back and forth between the real ghost and the greyscale version. “W-who-”

“Veronica,” JD says. “Those are you. All the things you’ve been tormenting yourself with. They’re taking our forms. You can’t listen to them. You can’t give in.” 

“Kill her!” grey-JD roars. “Kill her like you killed us!” 

“Veronica,” Heather says. “You have to let us go.”

“No,” grey-Heather says. “Kill her. Kill her, or you’ll be alone forever.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Veronica says, her voice trembling. JD, she’s coming back. That’s real emotion, that’s her. 

“I know,” JD whispers. “Veronica. That isn’t Heather. That isn’t me. That’s you. Those are your thoughts. Fight them. Why do you think I fell for you?”

“Because… I’m… weak,” Veronica grits. She’s still clearly not back in herself yet, but she’s getting closer, and closer. Just not close enough.

“No, Veronica, I fell for you because you’re strong,” JD says. “In a way I never was. Never could be. You’re strong, and you’re good. They’re lying to you. Don’t listen. Use that strength. Fight, Veronica.” 

“Veronica,” Heather continues. “Listen to us. Don’t listen to them. They’re not real.”

“Aren’t we?” grey-Heather retaliates. “You will never be free from your sins, Veronica Sawyer. You are, and always will be, a killer. A murderer. You killed us. You killed me.”

“I know,” Veronica sobs. “I know I did, I know! And I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m doing what you asked!”

“Veronica, we forgave you,” JD says. “We do forgive you.”

“You will never forget what you’ve done,” grey-Heather says. “You will never forget. This will always live inside you.”

“And you can always fight it, Veronica,” Heather says pleadingly. “You have so many people who love you, you fucking pillowcase! Think about them! You have so many people who want to help you heal, you just have to be open with them! Mac, Janis, your mom! Your dad, Duke, Cady, Damian, Regina! All of them know who you really are!” 

“I’m a killer,” Veronica sobs shakily. 

“No, you aren’t,” JD says. “You’re a victim. An unwitting accomplice. You’re traumatized. But you are not a killer.” 

Janis forces her eyes to look at the grey-ghosts. Slowly, they’re taking on some of Veronica’s features. Grey-Heather’s hair is much frizzier, suddenly. Grey-Ram has her nose. Grey-Kurt her ears. Grey-JD has her stature. Slowly, they’re losing more and more of themselves. Becoming unrecognizable as anything but Veronica herself. 

“Janis, she’s getting closer,” JD whispers. “But I can’t hold on too much longer. You have to help. Help me save you. Save her. As long as she’s fighting, she’s still in there. She can win this.” 

Okay, Janis thinks as hard as she can. 

“I died here, Veronica,” grey-JD says. “Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember the sound of my life being snuffed? The ash, the soot? The blood? The smell? I was in so much pain, Veronica. My pain will never disappear.” 

“Yes,” Veronica whimpers. “Yes, JD, I’m sorry!”

“Veronica,” JD and Janis say at the same time. “I’m not suffering anymore. Revenge won’t solve anything. You know that. Revenge won’t bring me back. It won’t change anything. All it will do is hurt you and the people you care about.” 

Janis and JD watch as the ghosts morph even further into Veronica. 

“But if I hadn’t been there, none of this would’ve happened,” Veronica says. “None of you would ever have died! I’m sorry, I’m sorry Heather. I’m sorry Ram, Kurt. JD, I-I’m sorry!” 

“We can’t change the past, Veronica,” Ram says comfortingly. And remarkably eloquently. “But you can change your future. Don’t do this.” 

“But if I had never met you, none of you would have died!” Veronica insists with tears streaming down her face. “Heather, if I hadn’t gone to that party, if I hadn’t met you in the bathroom! Ram, Kurt, if I hadn’t gone to the graveyard that night!” 

“Veronica, why are you doing this to yourself?” Heather asks. “You fucking pillowcase. I barely knew you, but those few months I did were some of my happiest. My only regret is that I didn’t get to know you more while I was still alive. I don’t hold this against you. I never have. As soon as I crossed over, I understood. Listen to us, Veronica. We’re glad we got to be with you.” 

“Yeah, man,” Kurt agrees. “We didn’t know you super good. But you seem pretty baller. The only thing we’re pissed about is being such assholes, bro.” 

“You have nothing to regret, Veronica,” JD and Janis say in tandem again. 

“Look at me, Veronica,” grey-Heather says, her voice much quieter now, like she’s miles away and still trying to speak to them. Veronica does. Janis can see the confusion raging behind her eyes when she sees her own face looking back at her, speaking in Heather’s voice. “You deserve this. To suffer. Your punishment for what you’ve done. Won’t it be wonderful to get to keep us around all the time?” 

“Veronica,” JD and Janis say. Veronica looks at them. Janis almost gasps at the clarity in her eyes. She’s almost back. “You can’t blame yourself anymore. I love you. I don’t want to see you suffering. The voices you hear are your own thoughts. You’ve been hurting yourself all this time. Stop blaming yourself for what’s happened to you. To us.”

“You asked me to do something for you,” Veronica murmurs. “Jason. You asked me to-”

“Think, Veronica, come on. What did I ask of you?” JD says, without Janis this time. Janis can feel him slipping, tries desperately dig her heels in to keep a hold on him as long as she can. For Veronica. 

“You… you asked me to clean up after you,” Veronica says. “I’m trying to-”

“No, Veronica,” JD says. “I asked you to clean up my body. You did that. You helped the police gather as much of me as you could.”

“A-and you asked me to…” Veronica mumbles. 

“Come on, Veronica, think! You’re so close, just keep fighting! Keep thinking!” JD and Janis yell. 

“You asked me to stick around,” Veronica says boldly. “And… make things better.” Janis collapses to the ground as JD is ejected from her body. “Janis, oh my god!” 

“Vera,” Janis croaks. Veronica bursts into tears and throws the knife as far away as she possibly can before she sinks down next to her and pulls Janis’ limp, exhausted body into her lap. 

“I’m so sorry,” Veronica sobs. “I’m so sorry. God, I almost killed you, I’m so sorry.”

“That… wasn’t you,” Janis says hoarsely, choking the words out around painful gasps for breath. “This is. You fought it off, Vera. You did it.” 

Janis forces herself to her knees and grunts as Veronica throws herself at her. Janis thinks she hears a few of her ribs crack as her twin hugs her tighter than she’s ever been hugged in her life. Janis squeezes her back just as hard as they both cry against each others’ shoulders. 

The grey-ghosts, now perfect reflections of the both of them, melt into a revolting sort of goo and seep back into Veronica. They’ll always be with her, in a way. But Janis will be too. And they can face their demons together. 

“I’m so sorry,” Veronica sobs again. 

“I’m sorry too,” Janis responds. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis says. “Let’s fucking get out of here.” 

“I… I have to do something first,” Veronica says. Janis watches in confusion as Veronica stands and walks away. Veronica grabs the knife and runs towards the nearest garbage can. She drops the knife in first. Janis is dragging herself over as best as she can when Veronica suddenly pulls out her diary and stares at the cover. She traces over the leather binding with her finger before she drops it in as well. 

Heather, Ram, Kurt, and JD materialize next to her once again. 

“I’ve needed to do this for a long time,” Veronica begins, voice thick with emotion. “It’s time I let you go. Release you all to where you belong.” 

The ghosts are quiet for a moment, looking at Veronica with a strangely peaceful gaze. Heather is the first to speak. “Thank you.” 

Veronica just nods. “I’m gonna miss you.” 

“We’ll miss you too,” Ram says. “It’s been kind of baller hanging around Earth a while longer, but…”

“We’re fucking tired, man,” Kurt concludes. 

Veronica pulls out a matchbook. Looks at it for a long moment. “Thank you all for everything. Everything you’ve given me. Everything you’ve done for me.” 

“Thank you, Veronica,” JD says softly. 

Veronica strikes the match. “Goodbye.” 

“Goodbye,” the ghosts all chorus at once. 

“I love you,” JD says. 

“So do I,” Heather says. 

“I love you too,” Veronica says. “Both of you. I’ll see you again.” 

“Enjoy being eighteen, Sawyer,” Heather says as Veronica drops the match into the bin. 

“Enjoy staying seventeen, Chandler.” 

“Live the hell out of this life, Veronica,” JD says. 

“I’ll do my best, JD.” 

And with that, all of the ghosts dissolve into puffs of mist, blown away by the wind along with the sands of time, to places and things unknown to the living. 

Veronica stands and watches the fire grow and roar in the bin. Janis comes up and leans against her side as they watch the flames flicker and dance in front of them. 

Veronica screams in anguish, releasing all the emotions she’s needed to for a year. Janis holds her through it, and they both sob into each other as the diary turns to ash.

They’ll always have demons.

But they can fight them.

Together. 

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thank you for reading, especially if you’re coming from the heathers side of things!! i really enjoyed exploring these characters a bit more in depth than i have before so if you have any requests or anything from me you’d like to see i’ll do my best to make it happen :) in a timely manner this time lol

i’ll also almost definitely write this again from veronica’s pov at some point. just a long ways in the future bc i need time to emotionally recover from this one lol

also if you know what the ending scene is loosely based on no you don’t :)

have a fantastic day and thanks again for reading!!

lots of love,

ezzy

[savethepinecones]

boob sweater. its the tit tour after all

If I crocheted a Dan and Phil themed cardigan for tit tour- what should it look like? Have an idea to do the "don't cry, craft" across the back- but what other references should I do?

[chrisbitchtree]

For @grey-sides, whose post about Steve having a waterbed inspired this!

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For the first few months that they’d been fucking, Billy had been determined to keep his and Steve’s real lives as separate as possible from whatever it was that was going on between them. At first, it had been easy enough. It was only late October when they first hooked up after Tina’s Halloween party, and while it definitely wasn’t warm out, if they turned the heat on in the car, they wouldn’t freeze their balls off.

Things got a little more complicated as they moved into January. Frankly, it was cold as tits outside, and Steve wouldn’t stop grumbling about screwing with only the car’s shitting heating to warm them up when he had a big empty house with heat pumping through the vents for nothing, since there was no one ever there to warm up. Privately, Billy agreed that it made more sense, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Steve.

He knew how these things went. They’d promised not to get feelings involved, but it was a slippery slope from moving things to a bed to having to talk about the fact that there was something real between them, even if they didn’t want to admit it. But eventually, Steve had worn him down, and here they were, at Steve’s house for the first time.

Steve had offered to give him a tour of the house, but there was only one room that Billy was interested in seeing at the moment. They hadn’t even made it up the stairs when Billy had backed Steve against a wall and kissed him, sliding his hands up the other boy’s sweater, seeking out the small patch of chest hair he loved to run his fingers through.

They’d kissed their way up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind them as they went. Billy hoped that Steve’s parents didn’t plan on showing up, lest they find a stranger’s underwear flung over their railing, a leather jacket in a puddle by the door.

By the time they made it to Steve’s room, their lips were red, and kiss swollen, and they were naked as the day they were born. Billy had to admit that it was nice to actually be able to see Steve by something other than the pale light of the moon, to be able to take a moment to admire the moles dotting his skin. He found himself fighting the urge to kiss and lick every single one.

Steve pushed his door open with his foot, and Billy found himself unable to keep the look of glee off his face at the sight before them. “I don’t know what I was expecting, Harrington, but it sure wasn’t this,” Billy said, dragging Steve over to it. “What kind of eighteen-year-old has a waterbed? Are you a fucking pornstar in your spare time?”

“M’ not a pornstar,” Steve grumbled, kicking at Billy’s shin. “I just have parents with money to burn and guilt about the fact that they’re literally never here. Wanna try it out?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” Billy replied, flopping back on it. Just like he’d always imagined, the bed rippled beneath him in an oddly calming way, almost like he was floating along on the ocean waves. He rocked back and forth to keep the motion going, too enthralled to be embarrassed about the fact that he was naked on Steve Harrington’s bed, grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“Enjoying yourself?” Steve asked, flopping down beside him.

“Mhm,” Billy said, nodding. They laid there for a minute, just rocking peacefully, before Steve climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He leaned down and captured Billy’s lips with his own, gently parting them with his tongue. They rutted against each other, and the bed continued to ripple below them.

“So,” Steve said, pulling back after a few minutes, a soft smile on his lips. “Did you just come here to see my waterbed or…?”

“Or” Billy replied, pulling Steve back down into another kiss. “Definitely or.”

“Ok then,” Steve said, rolling over and pulling open his bedside table drawer, from which he extracted a condom and lube. “Let’s get this show on the road. Turn over.”

Billy did as he was told, getting on all fours, ass in the air. It took him a moment or two to find his balance and stop jiggling around on the bed. Before long, he could hear Steve giggling behind him.

“Having a little trouble there, Hargrove? Do you need a little help?” Billy turned to him with narrowed eyes, silently daring him to continue laughing.

Steve raised his arms in mock surrender, joining Billy on the bed once he looked stable. He took his time prepping Billy, spreading him open and working him thoroughly, using what felt like half a bottle of lube, just the way Billy liked it. He loved the squelch of it, the slick glide.

Once Billy was begging for more, Steve rolled on the condom, lining himself up and pressing in, draping himself over Billy’s back. They tried to get a good rhythm going but couldn’t. Every time Steve would try to thrust into Billy, the water would ripple below them, almost causing them to topple over.

“How do you usually do it?” Billy asked, huffing as he began to lose patience as Steve slipped out of him for the third time.

“I don’t know,” Steve replied from behind him. “I never have. My parents only got me the bed this past fall, just before we started hooking up. I haven’t been seeing anyone else, and you refuse to come over, so it’s just me and my right hand. We don’t usually get too wild when it’s just the two of us. Maybe we can try with you on your back?”

Billy wasn’t exactly comfortable with the idea of Steve being able to look into his eyes while he fucked him, but Billy really wanted to get Steve inside him and keep him there, so he was willing to do whatever that took. He rolled over onto his back, stroking his cock just to have something to do with his hands while he waited for Steve to get back to it.

The other boy got back on top of Billy and lined himself back up, sliding home easily. The bed still jiggled, but it was less noticeable like this, and they felt more stable. Now, instead of being a nuisance, the rocking of the water worked with them, helping them find their rhythm together.

Steve looked down at Billy as they moved together, and Billy had never felt rawer and more exposed in his life than he did not, laid out under Steve Harrington, swaying together with the water below them, the room silent, save for their panting breaths and the slick sounds of the lube. “You look beautiful like this,” Steve blurted, leaning down to kiss Billy’s cheek.

Billy could feel his cheeks heating up at Steve’s words. He ducked his head, unable to meet Steve’s eyes when the brunette was being so open and earnest. He’d been called hot and sexy, but beautiful was something else. It made something twist in his gut and he felt like a hoard of butterflies had been released in his chest.

Steve picked up his pace, stroking Billy’s dick in time with his thrusts, as Billy dug his nails into Steve’s hips, guiding the motion. Before long, Billy was shooting up over Steve’s fist and Steve was filling the condom with a long and drawn-out groan. He collapsed onto Billy, and they lay together for a moment, coming down from their highs.

Eventually though, Steve went to pull out so he could take off the condom and toss it. As he did, he found himself toppling over, almost falling off the bed. Billy found himself to be the one with the giggles this time. Steve swatted Billy’s thigh.

“Not so funny when it’s you, is it, Harrington?” he asked, trying to reign in his laughter.

“Fuck you,” was Steve’s only response as he returned to the bed after tossing the condom in the trash. He laid back down on top of Billy, wrapping his arm around him.

Usually, Billy wasn’t one for cuddles, not liking how vulnerable being so close to someone in that way made him feel, but he was feeling giving for once. He let Steve hold him in his arms as he breathed in the brunette’s shampoo and cologne, and beneath that, his natural scent.

He told himself that he’d be out the door the second they were done, not wanting Steve to get the wrong idea, but he couldn’t help himself. The water felt too good, too calming below him. And a small part of him was willing to recognize that Steve’s embrace helped with the calming too. Maybe this feelings stuff wouldn’t be so bad.

“You know,” Steve said as he ran his hand through Billy’s damp curls. “you’re welcome here any time, Billy. It doesn’t need to be about sex. We can just hang out if you want. Roll around on the bed?”

Billy snorted, even as he felt his heart warming. “I might take you up on that some time, pretty boy.”

[katsukikitten]

Hello! This holiday fiction was created by day dreaming in @kingkatsuki 's dms. Please thank her for this fic cause simply just talking about the idea encouraged me to write it in an hour and I love it. It's not super long but it made me tear up. Hope it brings a bit of holiday joy to yall as it's just straight fluff with Bakugou. Enjoy ~

Burning ember eyes watch you twirl in your new sweater dress, pulling at the bottom to ensure the length covered your assets. Black tights hugging thick thighs like a second skin before he lets his eyes trail up your sexy body and land on your beautiful face. You enhanced your features with a bit of mascara and eyeliner wanting to look “good” for pictures you were bound to want to take. Bakugou scoffs to himself, of course you were going to look good, you were going to look fucking great, breath taking even.

You always did.

It makes a particular question burn in his throat as he looks you over, instead he lets out a soft bite.

“Where’s your jacket?”

You give him a pointed glare through the reflection of the mirror before turning to face him.

“The dress is the jacket, it’s a sweater dress.” You point to yourself, but all it does is bring attention to your chest Bakugou shakes his head.

“Yea and it's thin for a ‘sweater’ you’re gonna freeze those pretty tits off.” He pushes off of the door jam, heading towards the front of the small apartment. You were bound to have one somewhere in this damn place, considering you shed your clothes anywhere you could in this place.

Not that Bakugou minds your stripping, but damn if it didn’t make laundry day complicated when that one favorite shirt didn’t get washed, it was then he would have to give up his own. He hears you following him with each clack of your heeled boots, and when he pulls out your pea coat you pout.

You never did like how it made you look so boxy and it seemed to almost highlight some of your insecurities.

“Nooo.” You pout, “I’m going to be fine!”

Bakugou looks at his watch, the two of you were already late and he already had to move back the reservation for dinner once this evening thanks to his shitty job.

Well that and thanks to the hour and a half after he got him tonight. He can still feel your nails raking down his back, still feel the grip of your pretty cunt around him. He grits his teeth, talking himself out of wanting to hear you cry out for him and only him.

“We’re gonna be late.” He hangs your jacket back up in the small closet by the front door.

“How can we be late for lights?!” You tease and he snarls in your direction, pulling you by your waist closer to him.

Excitement thrums through your veins and pounds louder in your chest than your heart. It had been awhile since Bakugou could get a day off around the holidays. The last two years were spent curled up on the couch with a marathon of Christmas movies as you decorated the tree.

Alone.

He managed to facetime you here and there during the height of the holidays but the calls were so short that it left you with an aching hollow feeling and a bitter taste coating your tongue. In those moments you wished he wasn’t a hero at all and the moments after those selfish thoughts you felt guilty.

Shaking away the thoughts and that weird feeling you allow wonder lust to swallow you whole. Bakugou had surprised you last week with tickets to “that stupid light tour” you had been wanting to do for ages. He’ll never tell you just how hard they were to get or that he had to drop his pro name just to secure two tickets. Lacing your gloved fingers into his you pull him under the first twinkling arch to enter the garden. Already you are fighting your body to keep it from shivering.

Crocus and Christmas roses line the smooth paved path as it winds deeper towards a bridge that overlooks a small lake before the last arch of the garden that sits atop a cliff that gives the best view of the night sky. Two of you stand there for what feels like hours. Watching the water ripple in the wind as lights dance on the surface but all Bakugou can see is the light dancing in your eyes as you burst with happiness. Brimming with it and as if it were contagious it latches onto Bakugou who smiles down at you. He steps back without you knowing and goes to snap a quick candid picture, careful to get the image without people passing through the frame. When he steps back next to you a large gust of frosted wind whips through you and you can no longer hide it. He watches you shudder and hears your teeth chattering together.

He scoffs, looking over to the destination he had in mind, it isn’t far. Maybe a couple yards or so and then you’ll get to see the view in person, instead of through a phone screen on an instagram feed. Without thought he sheds his jacket, placing it over you as he mumbles.

“Dumbass.” He kisses your hair, trapping you against the bridge to block some of the wind coming from behind, “Told ya you’d get cold.”

Bakugou is thankful you forced him to wear his own bulky sweater, the black woven fabric keeps his normally chilled skin warm. That and his bit of nervousness is help keeping him hot blooded.

You snuggle into him, keeping the jacket just on your shoulders. Looking over the lake and the gardens on a little island in the middle. The lights fade into different hues, blue, white, yellow, reds and pinks. Its nice, sitting here like this in the arms of the man you love as you both forget you’re anything but human.

But two people in love sharing a soft moment in the frigid air.

A group of people laugh behind you two, pulling you from the serenity, Bakugou’s eyes dart to them and then to the highpoint of the grounds. No one is there and he thinks now is the best time to take you to see. All the while you’re just thankful it’s dark and that Bakuogu just looks like a scary guy and not the beloved Pro Hero Dynamight.

He steps away from you, hands in the pockets of his black pants as he nods to the path. You smile up at him and put his jacket on properly, doing a small jog to match his stride. Letting your mind wander as your eyes look over the Ranunculus that bloom in bold colors despite the icy frost that clings to its petals. Resilient in the freezing temperatures and it fights to put some color into the ever bleak and graying witner. Another gust of wind whips through causing you to place your hands into the pockets of Bakugou’s jacket. Your knuckles hit something small in his left pocket.

Something square.

Heat blooms in your chest as you let your fingers explore the object.

Was… was this what you thought it was?

What? No...it couldn’t? Bakugou wouldn’t propose, Bakugou didn’t believe in marriage.

He always said it was just paper, that the whole world didn’t need proof of how in love the two of you were and you respected that. It was never really a deal breaker for you.

Besides, Bakugou would always have to be married to his job. He was a hero after all.

So it must just be a present. Yea that’s what it was, a christmas present that he picked up the last time he was out on his day off, just that cute pandora heart ring you’ve been asking about. He must have forgotten it in his jacket or knew you damn well never went into that coat closet to save your life.

You wearing his jacket was proof enough of that.

While you were having your own internal struggle is around the same time that Bakugou realizes what exactly he’s done. His scarlet eyes watch in horror as he sees your hands in his pockets. Of your wide blown eyes and the heavy flush on your cheeks.

He breaks into a cold sweat, Gods, how could he be so fucking stupid?

HOW COULD HE FUCK THIS UP?!?!

The one thing he wanted to do for you. The only thing he’s ever wanted to make uniquely special and he went and just left the fucking thing in his pocket.

Even though it is not in his hand he feels the weight of it in his sweaty palm. Just as he did when he showed Kirishima the large rock and when he first got it. By chance really as he saw the perfect ring for you as he passed by a shop on patrol.

He knew he wanted to ask when he saw himself and you in place of the couple at the counter. They were older, she was getting her ring cleaned and he tagged along for lunch. He could just make out as the door opened what the grumpy older man was saying.

“Been with her for well over twenty years, aint never seen another broad since.”

Fuck he was so stupid. He was going to have to call this off, think of an excuse to go home, maybe force his hero phone to ring and take a fake fucking call.

And worst of all what if you say no. What if Bakugou Katsuki really wasn’t worthy of a love story.

Gods this was embarrasing, fucking up the only thing you ever really asked for. He swallows thickly, letting his eyes roam over the flower before they return to you. You still flustered, head slightly down as you’re lost in thought. He watches you bite the inside of your lower lip like you always do when something heavy is weighing on your mind. He watches you fight a smile and through all of your range of emotions he still sees a gentle sparkle in your eye, even with only the full moon to see.

For some reason his stomach tightens, and his eyes mist just a bit as it hits him harder than any fucking sucker punch he’s ever taken.

It hits him just how in fucking love he is with you and only you.

He swallows thickly, the two of you are under the arch now anyway so he might as well. Suddenly his palms aren’t as sweaty, his heart is racing from excitement instead of anger. No longer is he filled with dread of hearing your sweet voice break his heart with a simple no. Now all he can see is the future.

And for once it’s bright.

It’s warm, far from the clinical feeling of chasing after the number one spot.

But what really calms his heart is just you, as he remembers how you always said how different each love story was, how they all started, how they all progressed and how uniquely genuinely human they were. How all you want in life is authenticity and a genuine love.

He stops and you run into his arm, he’s looking down at you with that damn smirk. The shit eating grin like he knows what you’re thinking with a mischievous gleam in his vermillion eyes.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He asks, cat smile still on his lips as he sinks down to one knee, without the damn ring, “You don’t wanna marry me?”

Like an idiot you gasp, pulling the ring from your pocket as if it couldn’t be true. Fumbling with the box as your hands shake and not from the cold. You can’t seem to open it and gently he takes your hands. He kisses each knuckle on your left hand that holds the box before pulling away, gently lifting the velvet top to reveal a shining gem. The moonlight and the flickering white lights overhead flicker in the dark diamond, the breeze brings with it the threat of snow, a soft floral scent and that intoxicating spiced caramel that you could drown in. This was more than you could ever dream of.

“So what’s it gonna be? Ya wanna be mine forever?”

You stare down at him, fanning your eyes to try to stop the tears before a sob racks through your body.

“Yes, Katsuki, Yes.” He watches your lip quiver, “A thousand times yes.”