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castiwls · 3 months

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"sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love"

being the middle child in the winchester family...

I’d imagine you being like two years younger than Dean and two years older than Sam. So like literally the middle child

Your memories of your mum are fuzzy but you can recall a few things

When Mary died you were only two so you didn’t really understand what was going on for a while.

When you all first left Lawernce you spent most of that first night in a motel room crying because you wanted your mom and your bed. (Dean had to comfort you cause John left his two toddlers and baby alone in a motel #dadoftheyear)

When you were like ten your dad told you about what he had been doing for the past eight years. You were terrified but he made you promise not to tell Sam. He also made sure you knew that it was your job to keep Sam safe.

Basically, you stopped being a child at ten.

You and your brothers were really close.

You and Dean basically trauma-bonded over hunting and also having wayyyy too much responsibility at a young age.

Out of you and Dean, you were more emotionally available so Sam tended to tell you more.

As he got older he would talk to you about getting out and stuff. While your dad and Dean were very much into hunting you and Sam were more of on the sidelines.

Sam got his love of reading from you. He’d always tell you about the books he was reading and what he was doing in class.

You’re the mediator for the family. It was always you who broke up fights. You were also able to calm your father down.

Mentioning in a passing comment that you didn’t want to hunt when you were like 15 and John flipped.

“If you don’t want to help kill the thing that killed your mom then you can get out.”

So you did. You left at 15 for 6 months.

In reality, you went to stay with Bobby but you never told your dad that.

Dean begged you to stay and would call every day. So would Sam.

Around this time Sam also started to want to leave.

“I wanna come stay with you.” You sighed leaning against the wall. The phone rested between your ear and shoulder. “You can't Sam. Dad would flip your too young.” He let out a frustrated noise but let the topic go. (for now)

Dean would also call often and beg you to come home.

“Look he didn’t mean it, alright. It was just a heat of the moment thing.”

You did eventually come back. (Bobby wasn’t happy but let you go)

Your brothers were overjoyed and you actually got an apology from your dad (shocker.)

Things were ok for a few years and then Sam got a bit older and started talking about school. He’d only talk to you about it though. It wasn’t that Dean hated the idea but he didn't understand.

One day when you were 18 and he was 16 Sam asked to talk in private. So you took him to a dinner near the motel and he told you about Stanford.

“One of my teachers thinks it's possible.” He pushed the pamphlet towards you. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won't sign it.” You quietly looked over the pamphlet for a moment. A sense of pride washed over you as well as relief. This was his way out. “Of course, I’ll sign it.”

You both kept it quiet for the next year and when his acceptance letter came in you both kept it to yourselves but you were so proud

#proud parent moment.

Though eventually, Dean found the letter.

“Did you know about this?” He asked holding up the letter. You felt your blood run cold as you grabbed the letter from him. “Yes. I did know.” You admitted. “It was me who signed the papers.” Your brother's eyes widened a look of betrayal crossed his face. “Why would you do that?” His voice began to rise as he spoke. “Because Sam deserves a future Dean.”

You two didn’t speak for a while after that. Dean got over it though.

When it came time for Sam to leave that's when all hell broke loose.

You’d never heard your dad yell so loud. He and Sam went back and forth for hours until your younger brother just walked out. You and Dean both followed him. After calming him down you went with him to the bus and said goodbye.

Dean was kinda non-plussed (inside he hated it and was worried sick). You were worried but happy that he was getting out.

When you and Dean went back to the motel John was furious. He blamed you (of course)

“This is your fault. You're the one who put all those ideas in his head and look what happened.”

Dean jumped in front of you and told him to back off.

“Sam’s his own person you can’t blame her for this!”

After this, you and Dean get closer. John starts taking more hunts alone meaning that you and Dean spend a lot of time just driving around.

You would probably class this as the first time in your life you felt truly happy. Hunting with Dean was easier and there were fewer arguments.

Sam would call u often to update you. When he told you that he’d met a girl you were so happy for him. (it really seemed he got out)

But then your dad went missing and Dean insisted on getting Sam to help.

You were glad to have both your brothers back but at the same time felt insanely guilty as you watched Sam fall back into hunting.

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bordysbae · 1 year

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what if the reader was out and playing volleyball or smth with her friends and some of the guys come up and ask if they wanna be in their BeReal (idk i feel like someone would have it) and they hit it off after?? with whoever bc there are too many of em

“we really gotta come here more often”

luke hughes x reader

sorry this took me so long, i’ve been really busy!! but keep sending requests!! <3 and idk if you wanted a romance out of this or just a friendship type of thing, so i decided to kinda combine the both?? i hate this so much tbh but i had no idea what to write i’m so sorry omg

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you and your best friend, abby, decided to convince your families to rent a house on the lake for the summer. you guys have been best friends since kindergarten, so of course your families vacation together almost every summer, so convincing them was easy. you guys live in the middle of michigan, so the drive to the rental house wasn’t much more than two hours.

when you arrive at the house, you both rush to unpack your things in your shared bedroom. you guys do a quick look around the house, before noticing how nice it is outside. you change out of comfy car clothes into shorts and tank tops, and go outside in the front yard. you begin to pass the volleyball back and forth. while talking about almost anything. suddenly as you’re setting the ball, someone with a slightly high pitched, yet still manly, voice calls out to you both.

“hey! excuse me?” the boy says. you turn your head to see two boys coming your way. you instantly notice how attractive they both are, but the one speaking especially catches your eye. you place the volleyball in between your arm and side, and smile at the boys.

“how may we be of service?” you joke, making the boy chuckle a little.

“do you guys mind taking our bereal? we have no one to take it” the other boy asks awkwardly, as he extends his phone out for you to take.

“couldn’t one of you just take it?” you laugh, grabbing his phone from him. you and abby pose for the camera before putting the camera in front of the boys. once the bereal finishes, you ask them to take yours, unaware the notification went off until they brought it up. they take yours, and you all get your bereals done and out of the way.

“i’m luke, this is ethan.” the boy who caught your eye earlier says.

“nice to meet you! i’m y/n, and this is abby” you say introducing yourself back.

“do you guys live here? i’ve never seen you guys before. my parents live two doors down, in that house there” the boy says, pointing to a brown house not too far away.

“we’re renting this house for the summer! are you guys brothers?” you ask.

“nope, we go to university of michigan together! what about you? are you guys siblings?” ethan says.

“no, we’re best friends. we just graduated highschool actually. we’re both going to michigan state” abby says.

“ooh yikes, one of our rival schools. i guess we won’t be able to hang out with you guys..” luke jokes, making you roll your eyes playfully as you’re well aware of the spartans versus wolverines rivalry. you four begin to chat, but eventually break off into separate conversations. you and luke begin to get to know each other a little better, as do abby and ethan. a few minutes later your mom calls you both in for dinner.

“before you guys go, i have a fire pit in my backyard. do you guys maybe wanna come over later and hang out? we could make s’mores or something?” luke offers.

“that sounds so fun! i’d love to! what about you abs, wanna go?” you ask your best friend. “of course! we’ll see you both later.” abby smiles, as you guys turn around.

“wait! can we get your guys’ snaps? gotta text you when to come over of course” luke says shyly.

“of course!” you say, as you all four pull out your phones to exchange socials. you and abby excuse yourselves and head inside for dinner. “we really gotta come here more often!” abby exclaims, making you laugh and nod your head in agreement.

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you guys spent the entire summer with luke and ethan, wether it was on the hughes’ boat, or even going grocery shopping with them. the entire summer was spent with the boys, and it was all documented through bereals.

of course you and luke continued to get closer throughout the summer, and even going into the school year. you guys started dating despite the half an hour to forty five minute drive. of course the guys gave him a small amount of shit for dating someone from a rivalry school, but he didn’t care.

abby and ethan stayed friends, but didn’t see their summer “fling” going anywhere. overall you had to say, the best decision you’ve ever made was asking you parents to rent a house by the lake.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey #ethan edwards #i hate this so much #i hate this i’m sorry

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Hello :))) I love your Sinclair little sister stuff and I was wondering if you could do y/n bringing a guy back home and going up to their bedroom to 😈 but Bo finds out runs up there and stops him being protective, they fight for a little bit and the y/n’s guy goes home but it ends in fluff <333

Hello there, I’m so glad you’re enjoying my work <3 I’m sorry I took so long before answering you but here you are! I hope you’ll enjoy <3

And as usual, if you think you missed any of my work, you can check this out on my masterlist here.

COCKBLOCK 2

Warnings: mention of murders, mention of making out, overprotective and possessive Bo (but he gets better), mention of a fight, argument between reader and Bo, a few strong words, kinda angst/comfort kind of headcanons

Your brothers didn’t know it yet, but you had started to see someone.

Actually, Bo and Vincent were getting suspicious that something was going on because you started to come back home later in the evening and you were always very evasive when they asked you questions.

They really didn’t like it when you weren’t telling them everything, but they couldn’t force you to answer, and Lester was always reminding them you could move out if you were fed up with them.

And it was a threat that was working wonders on them.

They finally got you home; they couldn’t push you away.

And the reason why you weren’t saying anything was because you perfectly remembered how they had acted when you had tried to have some sexual fun with one of the tourists, and you weren’t certain they would be nicer to a non future wax statue actually.

They were overprotective of you, and they wanted the best for you, you knew it.

But it was actually easier to see your lover when you still had a flat, but now you were living with your brothers again, you had to go to his place or at hotels.

It was fine, of course, but you wished you could bring him home from time to time.

The occasion appeared when Bo had to leave for an errand, and Vincent was busy at the other side of Ambrose, because some statues got destroyed in the last tourist visit.

You were quick to send a message to your lover for him to come. He was more than eager to comply.

You just hoped Lester wouldn’t come by and notice anything.

After you gave your lover all the instructions for him to find Ambrose, you met him outside the house.

It was quite fun to have to sneak him inside your room, but it was also annoying you couldn’t freely live. It was even worse than when your parents were alive and you were a teen.

You were on your bed, kissing and slowly starting to touch each other. His hands were already under your shirt.

But you got interrupted by a phone call. You almost didn’t answer but you saw it was Lester, and you knew better than ignoring your brothers.

“What’s up?” you asked

“‘M sorry” he started, and you could indeed hear the guilt lacing his voice

“What for?” you asked

“Saw a new car close to the house, and thought Bo got it from the last tourists or somethin’ like that, and told him it was in a really good shape for once” he babbled and you groaned

“Great” you mumbled

“Didn’t know ya were bringin’ someone home, or wouldn’t’ve said anythin’” he continued

“Bo’s on his way?” you asked

And you got the answer because you heard the front door being violently opened and then someone running upstairs.

You just had the time to hang up, sit up and put your shirt fully back on. You turned toward your lover with a sad smile.

“If ya don't want to see me again after this, honestly I’d understand. My family is crazy and intense, and I love them as much as I hate them sometimes” you told him and he arched an eyebrow, not too sure to understand what was going on.

Until Bo opened your bedroom door and stared at the two of you with crazed eyes.

“Ya could at least knock on the fuckin’ door” you groaned

You saw several emotions passing through Bo’s face before his attention fully went on your lover.

“Hey ya, what do ya think ya’re doin’ with my baby sister?” he finally said as he walked to him.

You instantly placed yourself between the two of them, trying to prevent them from fighting and being two idiots.

Bo was such a dead man for reacting that way, but you were doing your best to stay calm for the moment. You were disappointed in him even though you knew he would react that way.

You really didn’t know why you came back leaving at Ambrose.

“Look, Y/N invited me to come over. And I believe she lives here now, so I don’t see why I couldn’t be there” your lover said

“Oh but Y/N perfectly knows why” Bo replied and sent you a look promising you were going to have a discussion later on.

“Really, darling, I don’t understand why you came back there if it’s for you to be treated that way” your lover commented and you hated how much you agreed.

No need to say Bo felt instant anger rushing through him at such words: he couldn’t stand the idea of you leaving when he finally got you back.

Before you could do anything about it, Bo pushed you away and he hit your lover who fell on the ground

You jumped on Bo before he could start hitting again and you tugged him away

He was trying to get free from you so you said the only thing that could prevent him from attacking your lover again: “Touch him one more time and you’ll never see me again” you threatened and Bo stilled.

You helped your lover to get back on his feet and you helped him go to his car, apologising to him over and over again, tears in your eyes.

You should have known better than asking him to come here.

But he was more worried about you than anything else, asking you why you came back to Ambrose and being concerned Bo was abusing you.

You tried to explain to him that you loved your brothers, and they loved you back with everything they had and that they would never hurt you. They would rather die than lay a finger on you.

Bo was just too protective for your own good, and maybe you should have presented your lover to him before trying to sneak him inside your room.

But you promised to both of you, you were going to have a discussion with Bo about what happened and you would force him to be better.

Or you would truly leave, and you would never go back to living at Ambrose.

Your brothers needed to be aware it was the only chance you were giving them, and if it wasn’t working, you would find another flat away from them and only came back sometimes, as rarely as possible.

You watched your lover go, quite upset.

Actually, you even regretted not agreeing to leave with him, but you knew it would have made things even worse.

You sighed and went back inside the house; Bo was waiting for you, quite pissed at you.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked you and you crossed your arms on your chest

“Just invited my boyfriend over” you replied “I thought I was allowed to… ya know since I live here” you added

“Oh ‘cause ya have a boyfriend now” he grumbled

“Ya’re my brother, ya ain’t allowed to be possessive over me” you sternly said

“Ain’t knowin’ him. Ya never talked ‘bout him before either, and I found him in your bed, how I’m supposed to react, hmm?” he argued back “And what if he had come in the middle of a hunt?” he asked again

“I didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout him ‘cause I knew you’d be a dick ‘bout it” you replied “and it was quiet, so I thought it’d be fine” you continued

“Oh ‘m bein’ a dick now? ‘M just tryin’ to protect ya here, so don’t be so ungrateful”

“I never asked ya anythin’!”

“Oh yeah, then why did ya come back home?”

“That’s a good question, I really don’t know what I expected when I came back here to be honest” you mumbled as you looked away.

Bo was about to add something, anger rising even more because your words stabbed him in the heart, when Vincent opened the front door and you both fell silent. Vincent could feel the tension between the two of you so he asked you what was going on. You shrugged.

“Nothin’, just clearly made a mistake” you hummed as you were about to go upstairs, defeated.

But both the twins reached for your wrist.

Bo wasn’t stupid; he knew you weren’t talking about having brought your lover home. And Vincent knew your body language well enough to guess what you were thinking as well.

You turned around. “What?”

“Ya really like him?” Bo asked and you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude.

“Yes” you simply said, not sure where it was leading anymore.

“Then invite him to come at dinner” he said and you stared at him in disbelief.

“What did ya say?” you asked, to make sure you understand well before frowning “ya ain’t plannin’ on kilin’ him, right?” you sighted.

“No. But I will if he ever treats ya badly” he replied

You could tell he was really trying for you in that moment, because he didn’t want you to regret to live with him and Vincent.

“So, ya wanna properly meet him?”

“Not really, but I guess I’d feel betta ‘bout him if I see more of him”

“And ya won’t beat him?”

“No…”

“And ya’ll agree for him to sleep here?”

“No, please, no desire to hear my baby sister fuckin’ a guy” he grumbled and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that.

You stepped closer to hug him and he wrapped his arms around you, before kissing the top of your head

“Fair enough” you hummed “Tonight?” you asked as you looked up at him and Bo nodded. You knew he was agreeing before he could think more about it and refuse.

“But you bake dessert” he told you and you nodded

“Sure thin’” you happily smiled before turning your attention toward Vincent, and you kissed his cheek.

“I don’t want ya to regret livin’ here, but don’t bring strangers home” Bo tried to compromise and you could guess Lester had long conversations with the twins for them to not push you away because of their overprotectiveness, their possessiveness and their controlling behaviour.

Love made them dangerous, but mostly because it made them feel vulnerable.

Especially when it was about you.

“’M sorry ‘bout that” you said and he shrugged

“Probably shouldn’t’ve hit him” he recognised

“Be careful, Bo, I could almost hear an apology” you teased him and it relaxed him, and Vincent as well; if you were teasing him it meant you weren’t mad at him anymore or thinking about leaving.

“Of course, ya can warn him he’ll be questioned to make sure he is suitable for ya” he added and you rolled your eyes at him

“Bo”

“What? I wanna the best for my baby sister, that’s all. And ya can’t stop me”

And you knew that.

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maeleelee · 8 months

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Chapter six.

He swore he’d never love again, especially after everything he’s seen. He couldn’t understand why people loved love. He watched his two best friend fall out of love, his other best friend fought with his ex all the time, his parents split, and his brother is going through a split. What’s love when everything around you is tainted?

How do you explain you love someone when you don’t even know what the feeling is?

⚠️Minors please do not interact with this AU⚠️

Warnings: pregnancy talk and sex implied.

(There is a written part after the texts)

Y/n handed Mae the tests and smiled at her. “No matter what, I’ll be here every step of the way. Just like I was with Eunji.” Mae nodded and walked into the bathroom.

She did what was told. Peed on the sticks and waited the ten minutes. Honestly the longest ten minutes of her life. She wanted another baby but did he? He was the only one she had been with since they broke up.

“Mae. You okay baby?” Y/n asked through the door and slowly opened it. Mae was on the ground, leaning against the bathtub.

“I can’t look at it. Will you do it?” Mae mumbled from the ground. Y/n looked down at the tests and smiled brightly. “I’m pregnant, aren’t I?” Mae mumbled.

“Yes. Yes you are.” Y/n smiled at Mae. She was going to be an aunt again. “I’m going to call him to come over. Work it out. I’ll take Eunji to get dessert.” She smiled as she pulled out her phone.

Mae stood up and looked at the tests and sighed. Hopefully, this is what bring them back together.

Y/n opened the door and smiled at Wooyoung. “Hey bubs. Come in.”

“Everything okay?” He asked and smiled as he saw Eunji.

“Dadddyyy.” She giggled. “Auntie y/n is taking me for dessert. Says you and mommy need to talk.” She smiled at him. She touched his nose and he placed a kiss to her finger.

“Well while mommy and I talk, you be good for auntie y/n. Okay?” Eunji nodded and hugged him. He hugged her tightly back and let her go.

“We’ll be back in about an hour.” Y/n smiled.

Mae walked out of the bathroom and looked up at Wooyoung. “I-“ where should she even start.

“Hey talk to me. What’s wrong?” He asked, walking over to her. “What is y/n saying we need to work out?”

Mae giggled lightly. Maybe he did love her like y/n said. “Ummm, how do you feel about having another baby?” He blinked and tilted his head slightly.

“I mean, I wouldn’t hate the idea but there’s only one person I’d want to have said child with me.” He told her.

“Who?” She whispered out.

“You.” He said lightly. “Only you.”

She smiled and pulled to two tests from her back pocket. “Well, we’re having another baby.” She whispered to him. He looked at the tests then back at Mae and then back down and then again.

“Imma be a dad again?” He whispered and Mae nodded. “How?”

“Well remember the morning I woke up with you in bed?” He nodded. “Yeah. That was almost four weeks ago. Y/n told me I missed my period and I’ve had morning sickness the last few days. So she went and got the tests.” She bit her lip and watched his reaction.

“So we’re having another baby?” Mae nodded.

“Listen, I get it if you don’t wanna be there. I know this wasn’t planned and the band is practicing a lot more and-“ he cut her off with a kiss, pressing his lips to hers as he grabbed her face in between his hands.

“I’m not letting you go again. I was stupid for letting you leave the first time. I’m not letting you leave this time. I love you. I’m still so in love with you it hurts. There’s a small show we have to play at tonight. Go with me and then we’ll come back here and work out being a family again.” He told her. She had a big smile on her face and nodded at him.

“Can you say that again?” She asked.

“What? The I love you or the being a family again?” He asked her back.

“I love you too.” She smiled at him. “Never fell out of love for you.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “What time is the show?” She mumbled against his lips.

“We have like forty five minutes left before y/n gets back and I wanna show you how much I still love you. So shush and jump.” He mumbled, making her laugh and do as told.

“Think they worked it out?” Caden asked y/n. Y/n didn’t tell Caden about the pregnancy but did say she finally talked Mae into telling Wooyoung how she felt.

“Yeah. I know so.” She smiled and looked down at Eunji, who had chocolate all over her face. “Goodness. It’s good, isn’t it?” Eunji nodded and took another bite of her chocolate cake.

“Well, I’m excited because watching them heart eyes each other all the time was getting annoying. I really hope they worked it out.” Caden stated as he took a bit of his cake.

Y/n felt her phone vibrate and looked at it.

‘We worked it out.’

“Well, they worked it out.” Y/n smiled, making Caden laugh.

“Finally.”

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travelingthief · 1 year

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My Favorite Moment with: Lord Dionysus

Lord Dionysus was one of the first deities to reach out to me. I had put up a small altar for Him, but He is a god that demands attention that I was not ready to give, so He left until I was ready for Him. That time came mid 2021.

I had recently taken over my mother’s lease on a one bedroom apartment so she could move South to fulfill the purpose Her God had for her. She was to work at a sobriety house for women struggling with addiction - a battle my mother knew all to well. For nearly a decade, my mother was a drug user and functional alcoholic. She hid it well - except from my brother who she shared her supply with - but when I was 15 she started to change. She found herself in the pews of a non-demonoationional church that offered her a way out. Our relationship, which was not build on a solid foundation, began to change. I had come out to her as trans nearly two years prior, and she was accepting. I was allowed to transition socially and when I was a month away from 16, I began my medical transition. Drastic change didn’t happen until she started attending a Pentecostal church that told her parents of queer children were failures. She told me this teaching, laughing it off as a ridiulous extremist belief, but continued to go to the church. Over time, she began to internalize some of those teachings and she hadn’t been particularly supportive of my transition since.

I had purged my new apartment of any Jesus related items she left behind and put up my own decor. I had been having a tugging feeling toward Dionysus in recent days so one night I stood in my kitchen and connected my phone to the speaker. I found an old song I hadn’t heard since high school and pressed play. I took down the bottle of cheap moscato my mother had left behind (a secret I was to not tell the church) and sipped it - a day or two passed freshness. I began to dance and sing along, bottle in hand.

I’m feeling devious/you’re looking glamorous

Let’s get michevious/and polyamourous

I felt Lord Dionysus join me as I twirled around the small kitchen, laughing and singing loudly. My body tingled and I had the realization - this song was on peoples’ devotional playlists. I was not the only one who heard it and felt a connection to the Divine. I became giddy with glee as I rejoiced in the connection I felt with my community. On the final beat, I took a large swig of the wine, thanking Lord Dionysus for His presence.

I hadn’t queued up the next song; it had automatically played based on my listening habits. I had heard “Rock n Roll Suicide” by David Bowie only a handful of times - enough to recgonize the melody and hum along. I cradled my bottle as the excitement from the last song faded and was replaced by Bowie’s melancholy message. I began to look around my apartment and see it from my mother’s eyes.

She would hate that. I thought, looking at a sign with the Devil and Grim Reaper stirring a pot of coffee. And that. I turned to see my Halloween decor. I sipped the wine and hummed. You’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide. I picked up a Ninja Turtle action figure - one of the only relics I had left of my baby brother. She’d like this. I thought. Because my mother doesn’t hate me but I’m not sure I’d call it love.

Then I turned to see the bookshelf filled with My faith. She would hate that. This wasn’t just the tarot cards I had when I was 16 that she pretended to not see. This was pendulums and rune stones, painted skulls and half a dozen oracle decks. This was altars and grimoires, this was me.

And she would hate it.

And I thought of every moment she pretended I didn't exist and every disapproving remark she gave and every high horse she rode when spitting on other faiths and how the core parts of my identity were the ones she resented the most.

And Bowie screamed,

You’re not alone

And I fell to my knees

and wept.

And Dionysus was there to pick me back up when it was over and remind me that I am wonderful, and that people are with me in faith. This was the first time I had truly felt “Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide” and I haven’t been the same since. I still tear up everytime I hear that song, and in all honesty I’m tearing up writing this.

And that is my favorite moment with Lord Dionysus.

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multistoty · 2 years

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My 80 year old grandma with Alzheimer’s has started kenobi. These are the comments so far:

“Where is old obi-wan? This one is a good actor but he looks like boy band Jesus.”

“I never thought someone so young could look so much like a disappointed parent.”

“If he doesn’t stop frowning like that, his face will stay up that way.”

“Does he really blame himself for the fall of a boy who he didn’t even know was married?”

“Kenobi seems like someone who claps when the plane lands.”

“I bet he would be a good cook. He slices up Vaders legs so easily.”

“Killing kids is wrong but maybe after the journey with the twins, kenobi might see them in a new light.”

“Do you think that I could pull off a look like the third sister? I mean I sew. Maybe I should crochet.”

“I think Obi-wan is like a goth because he’s sad.”

“Ben isn’t a cool name. Why didn’t he pick like a Star Wars name?”

“Why doesn’t he find a woman? There is no council anymore.”

“Obi-wan was smart to be among the sand for it is Darth vaders weakness. Like should have stayed among the sand.”

“Why is bail a senator if his wife was a queen?”

“Obi-wan is shocked Anakin is so sassy when he raised him.”

“I feel like obi-wan would write a fail on Anakin himself like he did back on the temple with his essays.”

“I think Lola has the sass chip the golden vacuum droid does.”

“Leia is smart. She gave her droid a name and not numbers and letters. She’s the best Organa and Skywalker.”

“Obi-wan is the kind of uncle to never let his brother have anything and then spoil his nieces and nephews.”

“Maybe the should have a yard sale on Tatooine. “??? This one I don’t get

“I thought he was from the mountains because he has the high ground.”

“I remember people calling black people negros and now the most popular movies when I had kids has one as the lead. That’s awesome. Though they shouldn’t just be villains.”

“Why is Anakin more obsessed with finding his old master then wether or not his kids survived?”

“Do you think it would be possible for him to have accidentally killed his children since he goes after the force kids?”

“Leia should write a book about how to get men to behave.”

“I bet Obi-wan would wear scarfs.”

“This show should be called Organa. She’s the joy of this show and it’s more about her. The Jedi are real bummers.”

“Do you think they could be like guides for the plane landing with their light sabers?”

“Why do men feel like they have to add dancing to their sword play to seem cooler than judge dancers?”

“For someone who hated politics, he really is constantly involved and friends with.”

“Do you think they told Leia she was adopted or her first words just figured them out completely?”

“Did they put them with other families to just kill those families?”

“Beru would like Arkansas. She’d like me.”

“Why is everyone blaming Ben? Like sorry mr.Lars, clearly not all Jedi suck.”

“I’d hate for Leia to be mad at me. Her stare can be a lightsaber.”

“A little girl has more fashion than every person I walk by.”

“I wish my hands could still make braids like that. Maybe the internet could teach me.”

“I thought droids were phones.”

“If yoda can take everyone, surely kenobi who already has the height and the high ground should be better.”

“Shouldn’t she be able to take down the Harry Potter of Star Wars if he taught him everything.”

“The mask that was broken showed a prettier face then the one in the seventies. Let Darth Vader be ugly.”

“Bail should send some supplies to Obi-wan. Coffee could change his life.”

“For someone who hates flying, he sure travels a lot.”

“Obi-wan is to smart to not make sure Vader is dead. Or maybe emotion really makes Jedi stupid.”

“For people who can read people, he really didn’t see how horny Anakin was to just see his wife. It was embarrassing.”

“So Palpatine can hide his identity as a Sith for so long and they struggle with the twins.”

“For someone who can like fed the world, how do they do badly not see things coming?”

“Coming from who their parents were, why did they not have like a constant camera on Leia? She is cunning enough for them to notice.”

“Your telling me he was like a celebrity and no one knows or recognizes him.”

“I wondered why he aged so much. Children like Leia are wonderful but I only look like this because of trying to keep up with similar ones.”

#obi wan kenobi #obi-wan #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #the star wars prequels #Star Wars #ooc #leia skywalker #leia organa #prince Leia #bail organa #breha organa #bail x breha #beru lars #owen lars #ben kenobi #star wars roleplay

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Ghouls and Monsters - The Werewolf

(WereKim is sitting by himself, gnawing on his favorite chew toy, unaware of the girl approaching him from the shadows. Winlix snarls, her yellow eyes glowing in the darkness, saliva dripping from her mouth.)

Winlix: Fresh meat...

(WereKim looks up, his sharp senses having caught something, but sees nothing, going back to chewing on the squeaky bone. Winlix pounces on him from the shadows... and finds herself not making much impact, due to his massive size. He yelps happily and begins roughhousing with her. )

WereKim: You like pouncing and wrestling too?! It’s may favorite game to play with my brothers and sisters!

Winlix: Aw man! I almost always win. You're a real big werewolf, buddy. Sound familiar, too.

WereKim: (Grins) Thanks! (Flexes his muscles) Yeah, you look a lot like my friend, Alix! Only without the shades and you don’t have snake hair!

Winlix: That's cause I am, dummy. So she's a gorgon?

WereKim: Yep! Which means I finally get to have a staring contest with you!

Winlix: *Groans* You must be Kim. I always said he was like a golden retriever, but this is ridiculous.

WereKim: Yeah, my friends say that a lot too! (He suddenly gains a look like a lovesick puppy) ‘Dine says I’m the goodest boy in the world!

Winlix: Heh! You guys are still as sappily sweet in this place as well, that's cute. She human or a monster?

WereKim: (Yips happily) The prettiest water monster ever! (He pulls out his phone and shows her a picture)

Winlix: Aww. I've met a few goonies (slang term for creatures from lagoons and oceans). They're usually chill. We play reefball together.

WereKim: Yeah, Dine is actually a freshie and a goonie! Her mom is from Loch Ness, but her dads from the Mexican coast!

Winlix: Ooohh... where I'm from, they've got pretty rocky relationships. Do her and her folks have to deal with family drama?

(WereKim nods unfortunately)

WereKim: Yeah…her folks are great, but…the rest of her family causes a lot of trouble, criticizing her and just being really mean. Her dads parents don’t even like that she’s dating me, because I’m not one of them. They call me ‘the mutt’ and stuff like that.

Winlix: *Growling* Bastards... sorry you gotta deal with that, man.

WereKim: It’s what it is, I guess. Stuff like that sucks, but it happens.

(WereKim can hear her voice break a little as she asks the next question.)

Winlix: Do you have your real parents around in your universe?

WereKim: Yeah, I’ve got my dads, my mom, and all my siblings! (He tilts his head, gaining a sad look) Did something happen to yours?

Winlix: (Looks sad) Hunters shot 'em down with silver bullets. My brother, too. A good thing that there were some humans trying to protect us, otherwise I'd hate them all.

WereKim: Ah geez, I’m real sorry. I can’t imagine losing my folks. And yeah…some humans can take things too far... (Rubs the side of his ribs, where the scar on his back ends)

Winlix: That's for sure. It's ok, though. I was only like 8 or whatever. It hurts, but I always had my sisters by my side. Ok, we're not related, but they're still like my siblings to me. We've been together since we were babies. We were all raised by a group of witches, along with everyone's parents.

WereKim: Wow, that’s cool! Must be cool to have moms who know magic! My friends are kinda like my family too, we all look out for each other.

Winlix: Sweet! Here’s a picture of my group. Obviously you can’t see Jules. (She shows a photo of the 6 Ghoul Squad girls with the Witches of Wisdom.)

Winlix: Marinette’s a witch, but she lives with her parents.

WereKim: Yeah, our Juleka doesn’t show up in pics either, neither does Luka. (Shows a picture of all his friends together) These are all my buds!

Winlix: Aw sweet! Woah! So that’s what Alya would look like without bandages… or without decaying skin. And Rose’s a skeleton! Mylene isn’t glowing, and I don’t got fur! And Marinette! She’s a doll. This is freaky, but I like it!

WereKim: Yeah, you guys should all come around and meet the rest of our friends! It could be fun!

Winlix: Sounds like a howling good time! (They both howl in unison.)

Here’s the second crossover, and Weeby and I had so much fun writing our favorite werewolves! Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#alix kubdel #alix #le chien kim #kim #werewolf #ghoul squad au #ghoul squad #monstrous au #monstrous #school for monster #monster #monster au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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Losing Control, Chapter 17

E: WUU2?

L: ?

E:???

L: What does that mean?

E: god you’re old

E: It means: What you up to?

L: Don’t get so cocky just because you’re further away from me. I have great memory, kitten. I will keep track of how many spankings you are due once I return.

E: I’m sure I can make you forget that

L: At your own risk, please do feel free to continue racking up the tallies.

E: You’re such an ass. You didn’t answer my first question

L: I was helping mother prepare for our Christmas Eve feast. But now I’ve been summoned to help brother with the decorations. So tediously boring.

E: You sound like such a scrooge. Decorating is the fun part

L: I’d much rather be decorating you with something far more exciting.

E: ew.

L: You certainly weren’t complaining the other night when I covered you with chocolate and took my time licking it all off you, every single inch of you.

Emilia trembled as she had flashbacks to the other night, he wasn’t lying when he said she hadn’t complained. And she certainly had enjoyed him licking every inch of her skin. She was sure her skin was still tingling from it. His tongue was a deadly weapon.

E: whatever.

L: Getting under your skin, even when apart, hmm?

E: No. I’m just bored

L: Only boring people get bored.

E: STFU

L: Right, new rule. No more ridiculous text talk. I know you are excelling in your English studies, so use proper English. Or every time you use text talk, I will add ten spankings to your tally.

E: THAT’S NOT FAIR!

L: Better. Good girl.

E: you are so infuriating.

L: I know. But yet you keep messaging me. I wonder why that is?

E: Change of subject. Can I open the present from you now?

L: Of course you can’t. Not till tomorrow, on Christmas DAY!

E: Spoil sport.

Emilia was still rather giddy that he had actually gifted her a present. It was totally unexpected. She felt really bad as she didn’t get him anything. Not that he expected something in return.

When the Christmas holidays had come around, Loki had told her that he was going to visit his parents and brother for the festivities. He had been worried about what she was going to do, on her own. But she assured him that she was sorted.

She was going to spend the day with her boss from the pub, Billy, and his wife Carol. Their daughter Sarah too who she got along with well. They were like family to her, and always invited her to join them at Christmas.

But she was warmed that Loki had been concerned about her being alone. He had even suggested he could bail out from visiting his parents and stay, but she had shut that down quick.

Emilia knew that they had gone further in their relationship than just fucking around. That was obvious. It was both scary and exciting at the same time. Though she still wasn’t sure whether that would suddenly change or not in time, if he would eventually get bored of her. But she was just going to enjoy it all while it lasted.

L: What time are you going round to Billy’s tomorrow?

E: Around 11. Why?

L: I’ll call you at 9, you can open your present while on the phone.

E: Aww come on. I have to wait till then? What kind of maniac are you that doesn’t wake up super early to open presents on Christmas Day?

L: I’m the kind of maniac that gets pleasure in making you wait for things, like a good little girl.

He knew that he would be getting under her skin completely. It delighted him to no end.

E: I hate you.

L: I know you do. That’s why you keep crawling back to me over and over.

E: Right. I’m away to meet Sky for a few drinks. Enjoy your Christmas Eve!

L: You too, kitten. I look forward to our phone call in the morning.

Emilia didn’t get too drunk with Sky, she had gone round to hers for takeaway and to watch a few movies. It was their usual Christmas Eve tradition.

‘Do you have any idea what it is he’s gotten you?’ Sky asked after their third film. They were delightfully tipsy though.

‘Nope. But I feel bad that I haven’t gotten him something.’ Emilia groaned.

‘You know, there is something you could give him.’ Sky grinned.

‘What…’

‘I have fake snow and that slutty Mrs Clause costume. You could send him a nice picture to wake up to?’ Sky suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

Emilia burst out laughing. ‘Oh god…’

Sky waited, seeing that Emilia was thinking about it.

‘Do you think that would work?’

‘Of course it will! We’ve already more than established he’s a typical hot-blooded male that is clearly SO into you. Why not rile him up?’ Sky grinned widely.

‘I’ll need your help.’

‘Of course!’ Sky squeaked excitedly.

The two girls got to work. Sky even had the idea of putting down a green velvet blanket on her bed for Emilia to lie on, with some fake snow sprinkled around it.

Emilia walked out of the bathroom in the slutty costume. It left barely anything to the imagination. Basically it was just a red bikini with fluffy white edging and two small red bows on the straps. Her breasts were spilling out of the bra.

‘Actually, lose the bottoms.’ Sky suggested after mulling her over for a moment.

‘What? No way!’

‘Trust me. I have a better idea for that part.’ Sky smirked and ran out of the room momentarily.

Emilia muttered under her breath as she took off the knickers part. When Sky came back in, she didn’t fuss much about her seeing her body as they were best friends and had seen each other naked before when really drunk.

‘Here.’ Sky had a large red bow, she tied it around Emilia’s hips and made sure the bow covered her private area. ‘Perfect.’

‘He is going to flip.’ Emilia giggled as she carefully got onto the bed and lay down.

‘Right, get into a sexy pose. One that will drive him wild.’ Sky said as she pulled some steps to the end of the bed so she could get to a good height for the picture.

Emilia thought for a moment, then draped her arms straight up above her in a submissive style, crossing her wrists together. Knowing he would like that. Then she curled one leg up slightly.

‘Perfect!’ Sky giggled and snapped a few pictures. ‘Oh he is going to love this.’

‘I sure hope so! I don’t normally do this kind of thing...’ Emilia giggled too as Sky then took her hand and helped her sit up.

‘He will go nuts!’ Sky assured her.

The following morning, Emilia was wide awake as usual on Christmas morning by seven. She was excited to open presents from her friends, and of course the one from Loki.

But first, she had to give him his present.

She looked through the photos and picked the best one. She couldn’t stop smirking as she attached it to a text, then sent it. Along with Merry Christmas, Sir. x

She had only opened one present from one of her friends when her phone rang. It was Loki. Already. She giggled like mad, but declined the call.

‘Two can play at this game.’

L: Answer your phone.

E: Why?

L: You know why. You have NO idea how hard that picture instantly made me, kitten.

Emilia giggled and bit her lip excitedly, she abandoned the rest of her presents for now and just lay on the sofa, still grinning like mad as she messaged him back. After declining yet another call from him.

E: You said you’d call me at 9. That I have to wait till then to open my present.

L: Change of plan. I need to speak to you now. To thank you properly for this delightful gift.

E: No, no. I’m good to wait, don’t worry.

Loki groaned in frustration, he desperately wanted to hear her voice. He had his free hand down inside his boxers, squeezing his cock for a little bit of relief. He kept looking at the picture of her, so incredibly sexy.

He tried calling her again, but the minx declined him again.

Loki began stroking his cock firmly, unable to stop himself, while thinking about the naughty things he’d already done to Emilia. And thinking about all the things still to come.

L: I’ll drop all tallies of spankings if you answer the bloody phone.

E: …

E: Nah, that’s alright, Sir. I can be a good girl and have some patience. :)

L: God, you are such a brat.

E: I’m just doing what I’m told and waiting. What is it you like to call it again? Oh, yes. Delayed gratification.

L: You are in so much trouble when I get back.

E: I look forward to it… You seem to be taking longer to type back than normal… One of your hands busy, perhaps?

L: Call me if you want to find out.

Emilia was turned on too, and the thought of hearing his voice was exciting. But she desperately wanted to make him wait.

E: I’m good thanks. My hand is busy too now, thinking about how hard you must be. How desperate you are to fuck me into next week.

Again, Loki tried calling her, but she declined.

E: God I’m so wet now, knowing how turned on you are from my picture. I can’t wait for when you get back, to play with me some more. Who knows, I might even submit to you with ease for a change. But then, I know you like the challenge… And so do I, having such a strong man overpower me… Ugh, my fingers just aren’t doing as good. Even though I’m soaking wet.

L: I’m going to tie you to my bed for a week and keep you in a constant state of edged bliss if you keep this up, kitten. You have no idea how patient I can be.

E: Really? You don’t seem to have much patience right now… Considering that’s the 12th time you’ve tried to call me…

L: You don’t know what you’re missing out on, kitten. I could talk you into orgasm right now, I thought you enjoyed my voice?

E: I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work.

L: I don’t know what you could possibly mean.

E: Well, I will speak to you later. I’m away to open more presents after I finish making myself cum on my fingers. Pity your gigantic cock isn’t here for me to cum all over. Speak later, Lokes. x

L: Emilia… Answer your damn phone!

L: Emilia…

L: You’re in so much trouble.

When Loki called her again at 9, she actually answered her phone this time.

‘Merry Christmas, Loki!’ She said chirpily, unable to contain a big smug grin.

‘Merry Christmas indeed.’ Loki growled deeply, making her stomach churn. ‘Had a fun morning already, have we?’

‘Oh, it’s been alright I suppose. Can’t complain.’ She giggled. ‘What about your morning?’

‘It’s been incredibly frustrating, thanks to a certain little minx.’

Emilia just giggled again in response. ‘Can I open my present now?’

‘Yes. Though I should really make you wait longer after that stunt you pulled.’ He hummed.

‘Too late, paper being ripped off.’ Emilia said as she chucked him on loudspeaker so she could tear at the paper with both hands.

She gasped as she opened it, revealing a beautiful green scarf, very fluffy and soft, nice and cosy. And underneath was also the most beautiful golden bracelet she had ever seen. With a few emerald jewels on it.

‘Oh wow, Loki… I don’t know what to say. This is beautiful. Thank you so much.’ She said earnestly, completely shocked that he had gotten her gifts like this. She had been expecting something smutty, to be honest.

She almost felt bad for being really lax with her gift to him… Almost.

‘You’re welcome, kitten. Only the best for you.’ He purred softly.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #losing control #professor Loki #Loki x ofc

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forevermore-quoth-the-kitten · 2 years

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Curse Of Reincarnation 2

Leigh had just returned from work at the bakery, entering quietly as always, and she quickly realized you were on the phone. She paused in the door to take her shoes off to be quiet, smiling as your laughter reached her ears. “Guys! Guys, oh my gosh you didn’t!” who were you talking to- “Mammon oh my gosh, move! I can’t see- ASMO NO!” you shrieked, sounding so happy, and she’d stopped cold in her tracks. It couldn’t be, there was no way- “Lucifer, no, leave the baby alone!” you yelled, sounding upset and she clenched her hands, nails digging into her palms to avoid saying anything. Something must have been said back because you gasped dramatically. “I don’t care if he’s a giant three headed hellhound, and I don't care if he’s supposed to be yours or anyone else's! That’s just a puppy! He’s my good little baby, isn’t he?!” you start cooing, obviously at the hellhound in question, calling him ‘mommy’s baby’. She doesn’t listen to much more of your words, anger filling her ears with static.

Lucifer? Hurting anyone, much less any sort of animal? It was utterly unthinkable. ‘That bastard’ she thought, beyond furious. Her brother would never, meaning he’d been changed. Knowing him, it had to be that bastard’s fault. If even Lucifer had changed, then it meant all of them had. “Damn you Diavolo.” she whispered under her breath before steadying herself and her emotions. “Hey! I’m back from work!” she called, using the silence in your conversation she waited for to call out, pretending as if she’d heard nothing.

“Just a minute, Leigh!” you call back and she quickly leaves her shoes by the door before walking over toward the kitchen for a drink. “Sorry, I had to finish up the call I was on with a few friends.”

“Oh? Who was it? You don’t really talk to anyone from highschool anymore.” Leigh says nonchalantly, forcing herself to act normal, be curious, even as she still seethed.

“Ah, it was actually some of the students from RAD.” you said carefully, trying to be gentle on the topic that still got a reaction from her. She hated how she couldn’t hide her reaction to you about RAD or those demons, she further cursed herself as she flinched.

“Ah, I see. Well I’m glad you were having fun.” you looked relieved at her calm acceptance, a bit pensive but happy you believed her and were growing used to the fact.

“Actually, we were talking and I was hoping that it would be ok since you seemed ok now when i talk about it-’ she froze, horror filling her, water at her lips. “-but we were hoping that they could come over for dinner? They’re really good friends and I’d love for you to meet them. They want to meet you too, I talked about you all the time when I was in the Devildom.” she looked at you, hiding bubbling anger behind a wall of shock. How dare they. How dare they even suggest leaving that wretched place and coming up here!

“The- demons? Up here? That’s a bit hard to believe.” She managed to laugh after a moment, it was weak and nervous, but it was the best she could do to avoid breaking her glass in a fit. You look nervous, but hopeful, so hopeful and concerned for her.

“I know, and I know how you feel, but please. They’re nice, so give them a chance?” You two agreed as very young adults when your parents died in a house robbery while you two were at school that you would never let any man into your house for safety reasons, and other guests still had to be approved by you both before being allowed over. You never quite understood her caution, sometimes why she wouldn’t let certain people over. But magic users were her greatest fear, she’d been found out by several magic users by accident over her many lives and none of those lives ended well. She can’t even imagine what it would be like letting demons into your house. . . but- something else pushed its way through her

“I- well, I haven’t met them, but I guess I wouldn’t meet them until they came over.” she finds herself whispering. “Give me a little time to-” she can’t even finish her sentence, but you’re beaming and too happy to notice the weight to her voice. “Excuse me, I'm headed to my room for a bit.” you look a bit sheepish and guilty, but you nod and she darts out past you. The rushed walk to her room is a blur, only coming back to clarity when she’s leaning back on her closed door. Your friends. You’d just been talking to her brothers- she could see her brothers again? Even if they were different, she needed to make sure they were ok.

It took her a minute to realize she was crying, the hot tears on her cheeks the signal that made it register. “My big brothers.” she whispered to herself before she wiped her eyes and heaved a breath. Diavolo and the royal family were the only ones who could open the portals to the human realm, so knowing him and his arrogance, whatever he actually had planned with the ‘program’ of his, he’d be coming too. “I can do this. I can handle being around him for them.” she told herself before opening the door to go to the bathroom. She needed to wash her face and clean the small wounds on her hands from her nails.

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renon4224 · 9 months

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Fire On Fire

Chapter Three: July 20, Thursday, Izuku Midoriya, after school

“Wait, you have a girlfriend?” Uraraka gasped when she saw Kioko walking towards me, she had blown a kiss.

Not to me as always, she did that to annoy and embarrass me, and most of the time it’s just harmless, “No,” I sighed, trying not to blush, “She’s my sister.” I grimaced, waiting for the awful remarks about her.

“Why did she….?” Uraraka was confused, and Kioko was caught in some animatic conversation with someone on her phone.

“Blow a kiss? She does that to annoy me, it’s like her way of reminding me of all my mistakes.” I turned, she didn’t have to babysit today so she would want to walk home with me, “But, I’ll talk to you later?”

“So…Zez is gonna stay with us?” Kioko had finally met up with us, “Hold on Mom,” She faced us, “Ooh, is this your girlfriend? Cute, Mom wants me to tell you that I’m walking alone today,” She turned to Uraraka, “Have fun with your boy-toy.” She left, continuing her conversation with Mom.

“Sorry about her.” Uraraka was bright red with…..embarrassment?

“No, it’s fine….” We stood there for a minute going over what just happened, “Sorry, I didn’t mean- I mean I do- I mean, sorry.”

My phone started ringing, when I looked, it was Kio, “Yes?” I shot an annoyed look at Uraraka.

“Put me on speaker, please,” I did, “Kay, Izu is too wimpy to ask you out so yeah, if you like him just go on a date already.” She hung up.

“What?”

“She’s crazy, she-” Ochaco turned away, shoulders slumped, “I-I mean I d-do like you.”

She perked up, spun around to face me, and kissed my cheek, once very light, then she walked away, “Call me, okay?” Her parents picked her up.

“O-okay.”

-Katsuki Bakugou-

“Did I seriously walk out just to see….that? Come on, weak. If you’re gonna ask someone out, don’t leave them with a little peck and a hopeful call.” Kirishima said blatantly like he hasn’t been egging Deku on all year about it.

“Leave them missing what almost happened.” Kirishima looked shocked at what I had said. “What?”

“Since when were you the love expert?” Sparky came up behind us, draping his arms over our shoulders.

I shrugged him off, “I’m not, I’m also not wimpy enough to get my little sister to ask someone out for me.” Deku turned.

“I-I didn’t ask her to do that.” His face was beet red, good.

“Correction: I’m not stupid enough to let my sister know who I like.”

“Who do you like?” A combination of Sparky, Kirishima, Deku, and Pinky cried out.

-Izuku Midoriya-

Kacchan turned a light shade of red, he was glaring at the ground, trying to walk faster and avoid the question.

“Well? Who is it?” Mina asked, stepping in front of Kacchan, he stepped around her.

“She doesn’t like me so it doesn’t matter.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than us.

“Who?” Mina was practically in his face, leaning so close it was betting against fate that she would trip.

Bakugou checked his phone and grimaced, “She’s burning the candle at both ends.”

“Who?” Mina kept raising her voice.

“Leave it alone.” He sidestepped her and just left, ignoring the rest of everyone’s questions.

-Kioko Midoriya-

I hated my brother, but I’m glad that he was able to finally get a girlfriend. And Zez is coming to Japan next year, she’s going to stay with us and she’ll probably end up as a third-year, but as long as she’s here….she’ll be my back-up. Mom had finished filling me in on all the details, and now I have to call her.

“Zez?” I had stopped in my tracks, Zez was right there, with her whole family.

“Kioko!” She tackle-hugged me, forcing all air out of my lungs.

“Yo-you’re crushing me.”

“Zezaria! Let go, show some decorum.” Her dad, a huge business model, is terrible. He used to be a drunk, and he hated me.

“Sorry, dad.” She let go and I could see the tell-tale sign of problems at home, she couldn’t stop fingering her little charm bracelet.

“What’re you doing here?” I couldn’t contain my excitement.

“Mom wanted to see where I’d be living and check out the school, but I guess it’s your last day?” She looked past me, to someone behind me.

“Yeah, come on, I can pick up Akemi and we can get ice cream?” It was a question for her parents, and plans for us.

“Isn’t that Akemi’s super-model hot brother?” She was pointing to Bakugou, who was trying to get home without answering anyone’s questions.

“He’s not even cute, Zez-”

“So I can have him?” She loved joking about Bakugou but she knows that if she did, we couldn’t be friends.

“He’s all yours.” We laughed, but now they were almost here, Bakugou ploughing through everything and everyone.

“Is she in our grade?” Ashido, trying to get in front of Bakugou and failing.

“Do we know her?” Kirishima, looking very confused.

“Can I have her number?” Kaminari, looking very out of place.

“Kioko?” My brother, looked apologetic and then angry as he turned on me.

-Katsuki Bakugou-

Everything came to a standstill, Kioko met my gaze and I wanted to blast everyone’s head off. I shouldn’t have said anything. She’s hopefully not going to know anything about this.

“Why are you torturing Bakugou?” Kioko asked, a hint of disgust in her voice.

“I’m not-”

“We’re trying to find out who he likes.” Pinky interrupted Deku.

With this information, a grin spread across Kio’s face, a description of cruelty, she glanced at her friend and came to stand in front of me, “Easy, it’s the one person he should hate, but acts so gentle with.”

“But he’s not gentle with anyone?” Kirishima said, glancing curiously at me.

“Yes he is, you just have to look at it from his view,” She came right under me, “See the people around him from his view. Izu reminds him of times when he wasn’t strong enough. Looking at it like this, he’s really just a very calculating person.”

“Calculating?” I tried to make it a joke, and laugh it off, but it came out a lot darker.

Kiko moved away, closer to her friend, “Ye-yeah, you never do something without trying to think it through.”

Pinky and Sparky just laughed, “That’s hilarious, Bakugou? Thinking anything through?” They burst into laughter.

“Oh shut it.” I turned and left, I’m surprised I even stayed that long, most of the time they piss me off too much, and I walk away.

“Hey, Bakugou, is it?” The man standing next to Kioko’s friend called.

I glanced over my shoulder, he didn’t look all that powerful so I kept walking. Only to have Kioko and her friend pop up next to me.

“Is Bakugou your first name or last name?” The girl had her hair styled to match Kioko’s.

After a moment Ki said, “Last, but most people call everyone by their last name, not first.”

“Even if you’re friends?” The girl wrapped an arm around Kioko’s waist, pulling in slightly.

“Yeah, first names are more for lovers and families.” A soft blush spread through her face.

“I wouldn’t mind being his lover.” She stage-whispered, and I tensed.

-Kioko Midoriya-

Bakugou was not amused by Zezaria, if anything he wanted her to walk away, far away. Zez gripped my side, not in a mean way, I think she was trying to be nice, but it squeezed my ribs. Her acrylic blue nails made crescents on the skin.

“I don’t think he’s your type Zez.” I thought she knew that she could never like him, for me.

“What do you mean? He’s blonde, tall, and hot-headed, he’s perfect.” Zaria pulled me closer, too close for me to be comfortable.

“I am right here, if you want to talk about me, do it to my face.” Bakugou was not happy with her words, which didn’t make sense as they would be perfect together.

Zez let go to step right in front of Bakugou, “I would but the things I say might make you want to blow my face off.” She smiled, pecked him on the cheek, and ran back to her parents, “Call me!” I didn’t know if that was meant for Bakugou or me.

“So sorry….about that.” I sighed, I really wasn’t sure what all that had been about.

“Kem and you are going for ice cream today?” Bakugou didn’t even turn around to see her go, his shoulders relaxed and he looked calmer.

“Yeah, she’s been begging me to take her.” I started walking, if we were going to be able to go to Kemi’s favorite place, we needed to hurry, I had placed my order before it closed, but they only held orders one hour after closing.

-At Kemi’s School-

“Big brother!” Kemi jumped into Bakugou’s arms, he swung her around twice before setting her down.

“Hey there Akemi.” He put his forehead down to hers, “How was school?”

“It was really fun, and we need to get ice cream, do you want to come?” She kissed his forehead and pulled him towards the route we normally took for ice cream.

He looked at me, a hint of apology in his eyes, “If it’s okay with Kioko.”

-Katsuki Bakugou-

“Come on, we’re gonna be late, and they’ll eat all our ice cream!” Fake enthusiasm drenched her voice.

Akemi phased in and out of sight, seemingly teleporting from place to place, Kiko jogging along with her. I walked along with them until all the running made Kemi tired, then I carried her to the last block and all the way back home, she had white cream covering her mouth. When we got home, Kemi started on her homework while Kioko talked to my parents about Kem’s sugar intake. We were moving into the next year, and I never had much to do after school but, since Akemi came, I’ve never had a free moment. Kio finished and sat out on the porch, talking to her friend on the phone, she had a heated moment then hung up. I went outside to ask if she was okay. “Don’t. Talk to me.” She put her hand up, tears were pricking at her eyes.

“Fine, then I won’t talk to you.” I sat on the railing, “So my little sister’s babysitter has this friend, her friend did something really weird today and then I’m guessing they fought about it, so the babysitter probably feels bad and she doesn’t wanna talk to me but judging that since she hasn’t left yet she probably wants to talk about it.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, a smirk creeping on her, “Your friend sounds kinda weird.”

“Don’t let her hear you, she’ll kill me for insinuating that we’re friends.” I shuddered, sixth grade still gave me nightmares.

She glared at me, “Hmm, flambe sounds more like it.” She lit her forefinger on fire, a small flame that flared before going out.

I gulped, she would go through with it too, “But last I heard she went to reformatory school in the states.” The same group of girls from before came around the corner tittering.

“I didn’t go to a reformatory school, Bunny.” She spat, fire lighting her fingers.

“What did you just call me?” The smaller girl asked.

“Nevermind.” Her fire went out, she grabbed her stuff and pushed me aside when I tried to stop her.

“Ko? You didn’t say good bye…” Kem opened the door, she didn’t like strangers, and the bigger girl was wrapping an arm around Kioko.

“Go inside, cupcake.” She was firm, so I pushed her inside, giving Kiko one last look.

-Kioko Midoriya-

He wanted me to cry for help? No, I would never ask him for help again. We stepped into an alley, and I knew I was in trouble. I backed up as far as I could, but the Inari kept coming, and I had no place to run. She grabbed me with a vise-like grip, pulling me close, and then punching me. I felt the pain of a broken nose, and then another blow to the stomach. I was bleeding, but none of them stopped, continuing to batter me until I couldn’t move. I lay there alone in the dark. It reminded me of the States, people would mug you with a beating on the street, here I was beaten because I was better than them. It was late and Mom was calling me, I let it go to voicemail, Dad and Izu tried too.

*I threw us into the flames*

At Bakugou’s ringtone I got up. I hated worrying everyone, so I called Mom, “I’m fine. stop calling me.” I hated how coarse my voice sounded.

I was about to hang up when I heard Bakugou’s voice, “Where are you?” I could hear someone crying in the background and Izuku was mad at Katsuki.

“Why isn’t Akemi asleep? And why do you have my mom’s phone?” I checked the time, I must’ve fallen asleep, it was almost midnight.

“She was asleep until your mother came over crying because she couldn’t reach you.” The phone switched hands, and Zuku’s voice came through, “Next time you decide to hang out with some girls, call first.” He had no idea.

“Whatever, I’ll be there in ten, love you, see you soon.” I hung up, Zuku had passed the phone to someone else but I didn’t know who.

-Katsuki Bakugou-

“Love you, see you soon.” She left my house at five with the girls, even if she got a beat down she should’ve been able to get home by at least nine. She should’ve answered her cell, and she can’t blame Kemi for being woken up by a hysterical woman and her annoying son.

“Who did she leave with again?” Deku asked for the third time, he was pacing back and forth, wearing a stupid All Might shirt.

“How should I know?” I did know, but I wanted revenge before he got all up in it.

“They were here, they picked her up, that’s how you should know.” His face was turning red, he was actually mad for once.

“Come on Kem-cake, back to bed.” I picked her up, her little unicorn onesie tear-stained.

“Is Kioko gonna be okay?” She was phasing, and I just needed her to go to sleep.

“She’s fine, probably just took a nap somewhere and forgot to tell her mommy and daddy.” I smiled, “No reason to worry, okay?”

“Okie.” She yawned and I tucked her in.

We sat in silence, the only sounds coming from my mother trying to comfort Mrs.Midoriya until Kioko came in, a black eye and broken nose, her shirt ripped and torn, cuts on her shins and arms, “I’m here.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Go clean up, Katsuki, Izuku, make sure she’s okay.” Mom shooed us out, Mrs.Midoriya had started crying again, so Mom was trying to comfort her.

We walked in silence behind her and when she stepped inside she slammed the door shut, not aggressively just enough to tell us she didn’t want to answer our questions. That didn’t stop me from pushing the door open, or stop Deku from opening his mouth, “What the hell happened?”

“Nothing. Katsu, can you grab me a shirt from Kemi’s room?” Kio turned on the water, splashing her face as I walked away to grab her a shirt.

-Kioko Midoriya-

My nose throbbed, I was gonna have to put it back in place. Izu was talking but I blocked him out, scrubbing the caked blood off of my arms before gingerly taking off my shirt, wincing as it pulled at the scabbing bruises. Since when did I call him Katsu? What did that heathen do to me? What did-

-Izuku Midoriya-

She was crying, full on sobbing as she attempted to scrub herself clean, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I grabbed the bandages from Mrs. Bakugou’s cabinet, wrapping Kio’s wounds and stilling her hands. “Hey, Twinkle Toes, no more tears, okay?” I swiped away her tears and it’s like we were back in sixth grade, her broken body covered in her own blood, her mind in its own world and pure fear breaking through her tears.

“Yo-you haven’t called me Twinkle Toes since that day.” She mumbled, wiping away her own tears and somehow managing to smear more blood on her face.

“You look the same.” My throat was closing up, so many regrets from that day. “But you’ve always been the baby sister, so you’re Twinkle Toes, even if you didn’t manage to wriggle out of this one, kiddo.”

-Kioko Midoriya-

I leaned forward into a hug, no arms, just my head on my brother’s shoulder, before he pulled me into a real hug, rocking me as I cried, stroking my hair and muttering as usual. It felt like that stupid game had never happened, and we were still friends. “Put on a shirt, kiddo.” Came Bakugou’s voice, he saw the same thing we did, it was that day all over again, except this time, Kacchan was helping me.

“Not your kiddo, Bakugou.” My normally sharp voice was dulled by the hoarseness, and the tears.

-Katsuki Bakugou-

“Good, I don’t want another little sister.” She looked so vulnerable, a part of me wanted to join the hug, or take her from Deku. But the larger part knows I can’t, I can’t touch her. Grabbing her hand earlier was a mistake.

“Yeah, but if you’re gay for my brother here than you can’t really avoid it now can you?”

-Kioko Midoriya-

Izu pushed me away, lightly, not jarring me as I looked for Katsu’s reaction. His brain shut off. Radio silence as he stared at me, “I’m not gay. And this is getting weird, so I’m gonna go tell Mom you’re not gonna die so we can leave.” And he walked away, glancing at me before closing the door.

After I stood and finished cleaning up his brain must’ve reconnected with his body as he looked at me before grabbing my waist and pulling me close, he leaned close, “Sorry, sweetheart, but the girl I like is a firecracker.” My breath hitched in my throat, it’s not me. Right?

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camillecrowbar · 7 months

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So Basically, I Piss in Cups for Junkies

I piss in cups for junkies. High schoolers, yuppies, half-way housers– I’ve met and pissed for just about everyone. This includes people with a lot at stake, and I mean a lot. It’s not just to get people jobs at Goodwill or the library– I’m helping people get their kids back, helping them stay out of jail. People are willing to pay a lot for what they want, and the things they want most require sobriety. Which is where I come in: decently clean kid looking for any way to make money other than working at the mall. God, I hate the mall. And while technically what I’m doing is a crime, I do think that it’s a pretty reasonable price to pay for not ending up at some phone kiosk or frogurt shop. I guess I also do it to stop myself from ending up like my parents, who have been getting high since they were like five– and while may hold decent jobs and run a somewhat functional household– truth is they aren’t very happy and they’re definitely not very good people.

I had skipped the fourth period to make a deal with this pregnant lady who was hardly showing and yet already needed a sample to pass some kind of fetal alcohol test. A couple days before, she had sent me the address of a coffee shop a block from the nearest OB GYN, one I was already somewhat familiar with because of the job and my mom’s appointments. Usually I was the stand in for what was supposed to be the father of my would-be brother or sister. My mom would get really depressed right after and I was there to give her the whole your body, your choice talk to make her feel better. I’m sure it made her feel a whole lot worse though because I was probably only reminding her that rarely ever were these appointments what she wanted– mainly what my dad or what some other married guy wanted her to do. Needless to say, I didn’t have the best memories of the place.

I met the lady at the coffee shop and went to the bathroom to take my leak. I returned the cup to her in a brown bag, like I was some mom giving her kid lunch. She was wearing this real big pull-over that took forever for her to work through the pockets of. She finally found the twenty bucks and I took the money and told her to take care. As I was leaving a big man rolled in– real tough looking guy, dark glasses, bald head, the whole deal. I’m not jerking you either, he really looked like some Russian spy from a Sean Connery movie or something. And I’m not sure if it was just that or if I had met him before, but I remember looking back at him twice. I guess it could also have been that he just looked an awful lot like the usual guys I pissed for– wallstreet kinds of guys, but also, the ones on probation for domestic violence. Maybe I’d just met so many seedy kinds of people that their faces had begun to blur together.

Call it premonition, telekinesis, what have you– I’m not a particularly superstitious person, but I got a gut feeling and was unsurprised to see him immediately go up to the woman who had just bought my urine. He stuck his mouth right by her head, saying something into her hair, only he wasn’t whispering. I could hear him from where I stood, which was to say that he was definitely hurting her ears. He said something about “moving this outside” and they walked toward me and the door. The woman didn’t look at me once as they left.

I tried giving them a minute to walk on ahead before leaving, just cause this guy had seriously no consideration for the conversations and thoughts of those around him– his baritone invading the brains of anyone within a one-hundred foot radius. It took them a hell of a lot longer than just a minute to walk over to his car though, he had a wide limp or something. By the time they finally got in the car, I was still standing at that same spot by the door. After a couple of people had entered and left the shop, I decided I needed to either stay or leave the place. I really didn’t want to go home, so I took a seat by some window, thinking maybe I could look at the beautiful view of the highway and strip malls.

The coffee shop eventually closed, and I was kicked out. I had to walk back home, but wasn’t worried about making it there late– my parents wouldn’t notice until the next morning, when my dad would no doubt say at breakfast, “it’s awfully quiet around here,” then chuckle before finishing the punchline: “Charlie must be dead.”

Once I was about half-way home, a strange thing happened. There was this lady– naked– standing in the middle of the road. Her face was turned away from me, but there was something familiar in the shape of her. Like the jerk from the coffee shop, she had the body of the kind of woman I was very familiar with. Emaciated, skin pucked with meth acne. She was also very dirty. From what I could see, there were brown smears down the backs of her thighs, and when she turned towards me, I noticed there was something red dripping down the hollow between her breasts. She looked right at me but I still couldn’t register her face in my mind. She had what a lot of people would consider a baby-face, which made me sad. She looked like some of the girls from junior high, fat cheeks and thin lips. Her eyes were small, but in them was something not at all like the middle school girls I had ever known. She had this look in them, one I’d only ever seen in large grazing animals, like cows or horses when they’ve been startled. Like when their eyelids would peel back all the way and expose the delicate flesh underneath. For some reason, I think it was my presence which startled her, and not whatever-the-hell had put her in the middle of the road butt-naked in the first place. What freaked me a hell of a lot more though was when she suddenly began running in my direction. I spun around and tried sprinting back the way I’d come, back towards the coffee shop. She was only one house away when there was this loud as hell noise and she fell to the ground. I was honestly relieved, I thought she was running at me to molest me or shank me or something.

There was a breeze that had started to pick up, rustling the tops of the trees that lined the street. It carried the smell of blood and shit from her. I figured I couldn’t just keep running away– that I ought to do something. She was either dead, or about to be. Only thing I could really think of doing was running home and calling for help there. I had to cut through some prissy backyards and get on a parallel street to avoid whoever the hell had shot the woman. As I ran back home, I saw a man on the street I had just run from through the gaps between the houses. It was the same guy from the coffee shop and he was holding this huge gun– the woman shot must've been the pregnant lady I had sold my piss to. I slowed down to see where he would go and saw him get into his beat-up car with the dangling license plates. The car reminded me a lot of a guy I had sold piss to a month before. Same crappy car, same stolen plates.

He drove off, his tires streaking across the pavement. To shoot a lady in the middle of a suburban neighborhood was just stupid. Those neighborhood watch freaks fantasize about anything that remotely resembles crime– they would do anything to be the hero who beats the crap out of the first homeless person to loiter on their sidewalk.

By the time I made it home, I had already vomited twice. Maybe it was the running, or maybe it was just that I had seen a woman get shot, but the thing that got me the most was my overthinking. I’m not a particularly anxious person, but I kept ringing my hands over my hair, my forehead, trying to figure out what I should do or say when I called the cops. More than anything, I just wanted to be able to talk to my mom. She would know what I should do, and for once, I would actually listen to whatever she said.

When I came in through the front door, the house was dark, unsurprising as it was early morning by then. My parents were splayed out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table.

“Mom,” I whispered, “Dad.”

I came closer and saw the outline of some mugs and plastic bags around them. On my parent’s arms were some shoelaces. Some horse was left on the table in a Tylenol bottle. The phone was to the right of me, in the kitchen. I heard it buzz on its dial, the empty sound filling the entire room like it always had. There was a window in the living room, open and letting in some air. Flowers, barely alive because nobody ever watered them, lined the window’s trim. My feet shuffled across the carpet as I went to lay my parents fully down, packed tight on the couch like they were in a coffin together. I turned them both on their sides, backs together, so that they’d be facing away from one another when they awoke. My dad could’ve suffocated from his face being pressed into the cushions– but I wasn’t at all thinking about that. I was just thinking about what I had witnessed, what I now had to do, and that I couldn’t ask my mom for help anymore. Not that she would give me any worthwhile advice anyways.

When I was waiting for the emergency receiver to pick up, I watered those tulips that lined the window. That did nothing but drown them, but it was still more than anything my family had ever done for something other than themselves.

After leaving the emergency operator with a message, pretending I was some good samaritan reporting on a pregnant woman passed out in the street, I left home. Before I went, I took the horse and my skateboard. I figured my whole conscious and entire boyhood was basically ruined by everything I had done in the past year alone. I was not a good person, though I really tried to be sometimes.

I parked myself at the skatepark and waited until late morning when all of the unemployed twenty-somethings showed up. I sold the horse to some skinny white guy. Probably was his first time buying heroin, cause he let me rip him off by a few hundred. I just really needed the money.

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imagine-loki · 2 years

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Losing Control, Chapter 17

TITLE: Losing Control CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 17 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is your Professor at University. RATING: M

E: WUU2?

L: ?

E:???

L: What does that mean?

E: god you’re old

E: It means: What you up to?

L: Don’t get so cocky just because you’re further away from me. I have great memory, kitten. I will keep track of how many spankings you are due once I return.

E: I’m sure I can make you forget that

L: At your own risk, please do feel free to continue racking up the tallies.

E: You’re such an ass. You didn’t answer my first question

L: I was helping mother prepare for our Christmas Eve feast. But now I’ve been summoned to help brother with the decorations. So tediously boring.

E: You sound like such a scrooge. Decorating is the fun part

L: I’d much rather be decorating you with something far more exciting.

E: ew.

L: You certainly weren’t complaining the other night when I covered you with chocolate and took my time licking it all off you, every single inch of you.

E: whatever.

L: Getting under your skin, even when apart, hmm?

E: No. I’m just bored

L: Only boring people get bored.

E: STFU

L: Right, new rule. No more ridiculous text talk. I know you are excelling in your English studies, so use proper English. Or every time you use text talk, I will add ten spankings to your tally.

E: THAT’S NOT FAIR!

L: Better. Good girl.

E: you are so infuriating.

L: I know. But yet you keep messaging me. I wonder why that is?

E: Change of subject. Can I open the present from you now?

L: Of course you can’t. Not till tomorrow, on Christmas DAY!

E: Spoil sport.

Emilia was still rather giddy that he had actually gifted her a present. It was totally unexpected. She felt really bad as she didn’t get him anything. Not that he expected something in return.

But she was warmed that Loki had been concerned about her being alone. He had even suggested he could bail out from visiting his parents and stay, but she had shut that down quick.

L: What time are you going round to Billy’s tomorrow?

E: Around 11. Why?

L: I’ll call you at 9, you can open your present while on the phone.

E: Aww come on. I have to wait till then? What kind of maniac are you that doesn’t wake up super early to open presents on Christmas Day?

L: I’m the kind of maniac that gets pleasure in making you wait for things, like a good little girl.

He knew that he would be getting under her skin completely. It delighted him to no end.

E: I hate you.

L: I know you do. That’s why you keep crawling back to me over and over.

E: Right. I’m away to meet Sky for a few drinks. Enjoy your Christmas Eve!

L: You too, kitten. I look forward to our phone call in the morning.

Emilia didn’t get too drunk with Sky, she had gone round to hers for takeaway and to watch a few movies. It was their usual Christmas Eve tradition.

‘Do you have any idea what it is he’s gotten you?’ Sky asked after their third film. They were delightfully tipsy though.

‘Nope. But I feel bad that I haven’t gotten him something.’ Emilia groaned.

‘You know, there is something you could give him.’ Sky grinned.

‘What…’

‘I have fake snow and that slutty Mrs Clause costume. You could send him a nice picture to wake up to?’ Sky suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

Emilia burst out laughing. ‘Oh god…’

Sky waited, seeing that Emilia was thinking about it.

‘Do you think that would work?’

‘Of course it will! We’ve already more than established he’s a typical hot-blooded male that is clearly SO into you. Why not rile him up?’ Sky grinned widely.

‘I’ll need your help.’

‘Of course!’ Sky squeaked excitedly.

The two girls got to work. Sky even had the idea of putting down a green velvet blanket on her bed for Emilia to lie on, with some fake snow sprinkled around it.

‘Actually, lose the bottoms.’ Sky suggested after mulling her over for a moment.

‘What? No way!’

‘Trust me. I have a better idea for that part.’ Sky smirked and ran out of the room momentarily.

‘Here.’ Sky had a large red bow, she tied it around Emilia’s hips and made sure the bow covered her private area. ‘Perfect.’

‘He is going to flip.’ Emilia giggled as she carefully got onto the bed and lay down.

‘Right, get into a sexy pose. One that will drive him wild.’ Sky said as she pulled some steps to the end of the bed so she could get to a good height for the picture.

Emilia thought for a moment, then draped her arms straight up above her in a submissive style, crossing her wrists together. Knowing he would like that. Then she curled one leg up slightly.

‘Perfect!’ Sky giggled and snapped a few pictures. ‘Oh he is going to love this.’

‘I sure hope so! I don’t normally do this kind of thing…’ Emilia giggled too as Sky then took her hand and helped her sit up.