#elliot the crossing guard

[gay-transformation-stories]

The Revenge

Elliot was tired and hungry as he walked home from his job at McDonald's. He had been frying burgers and fries all day, and his boss had been yelling at him constantly. He just wanted to go home and hide in his room where he could read his comics and play Minecraft. He was a typical nerd, with glasses, small, unathletic, shy, and with a big belly. He had no friends and was often bullied by others for his nerdy ways.

The worst of all was Chad. Chad was the exact opposite of Elliot. He was at least two heads taller than Elliot, very muscular, and above all, good-looking. He was the star of the wrestling team, winner of the regional championships, and the crush of all the girls. He looked like a young god and his body was a gift from heaven. But he was also arrogant, cruel, and sadistic. He loved to harass Elliot, beat him up, take his food, exploit him as a helper, or expose him in front of everyone. Elliot hated Chad more than anything else in the world. At the same time, he also felt attracted to Chad and envied his life.

To get home, Elliot had to cross the abandoned freight yard. It was evening and it was already starting to get dark. Elliot slipped through the hole in the fence as he always did. It was a forbidden shortcut, but also the shortest way home. He always hoped that he wouldn't meet anyone, especially not Chad or his friends.

But today he was out of luck. As he crawled through the hole in the fence, he saw Chad sitting on an old freight car with his legs apart in the sunset. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning wickedly when he spotted Elliot.

"Hey, fatty! What are you doing here? Looking for something to eat? Oink, oink!" Chad jeered and laughed.

Chad jumped off the freight car and ran after him. Elliot was startled and tried to run away, but it was too late. Chad caught him easily, grabbed his neck with one hand, while taking drags of his cigarette and blowing smoke in Elliot's face with the other.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Elliot whimpered.

"Why should I? You're my favorite toy. I have so much fun with you," said Chad, tightening his grip around Elliot's neck.

"Chad, please stop, you know I have asthma," Elliot said, gasping for air.

"You don't have asthma, you're just FAT," Chad said with a sneering grin. His eyes were full of contempt as he said it.

Elliot wanted to run away, but Chad held him up like a puppet. Elliot didn't know how much longer he could take it, he couldn't breathe anymore. He closed his eyes and wished for only one thing: that he could be in Chad's place. That he could be as big and strong as him. That he could be like him!!

Suddenly they heard a loud shout. A flashlight shone on them. They were no longer alone in the abandoned freight yard. They were standing between the wagons on the tracks, and one of the security guards had spotted them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY!! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!!" the security guard shouted.

The security guard aimed his stun gun at them. He pulled the trigger and two electric arrows shot out of the device. One hit Elliot in the back, the other hit Chad in the arm. They felt a powerful electric shock run through their bodies. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Then everything went black. They both lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

Chad slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall. He felt strange. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been holding Elliot, who was looking at him pleadingly. Then the guard came and shocked them both. Then everything went black. He heard a faint buzzing around him. He turned his head and saw a cell. He was in prison. He saw the bars that locked him up. He saw the other inmates staring at him hostilely. He saw the guard looking at him contemptuously and talking to the police.

He wanted to protest, but his voice failed him. He wanted to stand up, but his body did not obey him. He looked down at himself and was shocked. That was not his body. That was a small, misshapen body. He was wearing Elliot's clothes, Elliot's thick belly. He was Elliot!

He touched his face and felt the rough stubble. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair. He opened his mouth and saw his yellow teeth in a reflection. He was ugly.

He suddenly felt different. He felt weak and insecure. He felt helpless and small. He felt like Elliot.

He started screaming and thought: This is a nightmare. This must be a mistake. This must stop. He must get his body back. He must find Elliot and hold him accountable. Eventually, he managed to get up with difficulty. Everything was still spinning, he staggered to the cell door and started screaming, "LET ME OUT OF HERE, THIS IS A MISTAKE, LET ME OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM??"

Elliot also started to wake up slowly. He felt warm and secure, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He felt the fresh sheets on his skin, he thought it was a dream. Elliot fell asleep again. It wasn't until the next morning that he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around and noticed the many posters of naked women and race cars on the walls. Where was he?? This was definitely not his room. He was still slightly dazed and got up and went to the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw. He was huge and muscular. His upper body was extremely well-trained and shone in the light. He wore jogging pants that emphasized his trained ass. He looked like an Abercrombie model. He looked like Chad.

Elliot touched his face and felt the smooth skin. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. He opened his mouth and saw his white teeth. He was perfect.

He suddenly felt different. He felt strong and confident. He felt powerful and attractive. He felt like Chad.

He turned around and looked at his back and shoulders. He couldn't help but flex his biceps and touch his abs. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. Elliot looked into his jogging pants and was impressed by what he saw. He could hardly believe that he was now so well-endowed.

He wondered what it would be like to live in Chad's body and what it would be like to sign up for Grindr with his new body.

But how could this happen?? He remembered the incident at the freight yard and the electric shock he and Chad had received. This probably led to the body swap. Chad's family probably learned directly from the sheriff about the incident and brought Chad home immediately. He thought that Chad was somewhere in his body. And wondered what Chad was doing right now and how he was feeling in his body.

He smiled and thought: This isn't so bad. Maybe he can take advantage of this. Maybe he can live Chad's life. Maybe he can have everything he ever wanted and teach Chad a little lesson with his new body.

Several days passed without Elliot hearing anything from Chad, and he began to worry. Was the shock perhaps too much for Chad?

Elliot tried to push the thought out of his mind and enjoy his new life. He could hardly believe how easy life at university suddenly was for him. With his new godly body, he was a magnet for attention. The other students admired him for his strength and looks, and his presence in the room was simply unmistakable. Elliot enjoyed the positive looks and compliments he received from others. It was a completely new feeling for him to be so accepted and admired.

He found it incredibly satisfying how easy it was for him to shine in social situations. Suddenly, he was invited by everyone, and people seemed to be drawn to him. Elliot felt a new energy within himself, and his self-confidence grew with each passing day. Life was suddenly so much easier, and he enjoyed how easy he had it. At the same time, he tried to be nice to everyone; he wanted to be a better person than Chad.

One day after class, Elliot went to his locker to get his things. He wanted to go home quickly and relax. He had had a long and tiring day.

He opened his locker and looked for his backpack. He couldn't find it. Instead, he found a note with an ugly drawing of himself and a message:

"Hey Fatty! I stole your backpack! If you want it back, you have to meet me at the old warehouse! But be warned: I have a few surprises for you! HAHAHA! Your best friend Chad"

Elliot, in Chad's body, angrily crumpled up the note. He knew it was a trap, but he wanted to confront the situation. He decided to finally teach Chad a lesson.

He went to the old warehouse on the edge of town. It was an abandoned building that used to serve as a storage facility for building materials. It was dark, dirty, and dangerous.

As Elliot entered the warehouse, he heard a voice from the shadows:

"There you are, you loser! I've been waiting for you! Because of you, I spent the last few days in custody because your stupid mother didn't have the money for bail."

It was Chad in Elliot's chubby, small body, emerging from behind a stack of wooden planks.

He held Elliot's backpack in his hand and grinned wickedly. "Do you want your backpack back? Then come and get it!"

Chad threw the backpack on the floor and stood with his legs wide apart. He still believed he could intimidate the now huge Elliot. He still believed he could beat Elliot. He still believed he could defeat the now muscular Elliot.

The now small and chubby Chad was not stupid. He knew he was physically inferior and would have no chance if he fought fairly. He took every opportunity to surprise or confuse Elliot. He threw things at his head and sand in his eyes. It didn't take long for Elliot to lose control of the situation. He was overwhelmed; he had not expected this. He thought it would be an easy game for him in Chad's muscular body, but he was wrong.

Elliot fell back into his defensive posture from before; he froze, curled up, and hoped it would all be over quickly. But Chad was angry, angrier than ever before in his life. He kicked Elliot in the shin and then punched him with all his might in the soft parts. Elliot fell to the ground on his knees and groaned. In the past, Chad would have been satisfied with that, but not this time. Too much had happened; he had lost his body and his life to the fat nerd, and he was going to make him pay.

Chad grabbed one of the many wooden planks lying around and hit Elliot with all his strength on the back of the head. Elliot immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When Elliot came to, he was kneeling on the dusty concrete floor of the abandoned factory. Elliot felt his muscles ache and his joints crack. His hands and feet were tied together with tape behind his back and attached to an old radiator. He had a sock in his mouth that muffled his screams. He was now a prisoner waiting for his torture. He couldn't imagine how he got into this situation. Chad wanted his body back and Elliot was going to pay for taking it away from him. Elliot wept bitterly, his snot running from his nose. Chad stood nearby like an uninvolved spectator with a crowbar. "Well, how do you like your new body? I have to say, you have good taste. Too bad you can't handle it. What a waste," said Chad. Elliot was terrified, he tried to scream and free himself, but it was useless. He felt helpless and alone. He wondered how he was going to get out of this situation. Elliot tried to speak, but his mouth was still stuffed with an old sports sock. Which Chad eventually pulled out. Elliot, who was almost 2.00 meters tall muscle man, began to cry: "Please Chad, please let me go, I don't know how the bodyswap happened, please Chad, you have to believe me." Chad: "I believe you, you don't have enough backbone for such an action, fatso. But I still think you're not entirely innocent. What happened at the old freight yard happened because you wanted it to." Elliot: "Please Chad, I'll do anything you want, but please let me go now. I'll really do ANYTHING for you." Elliot looked like a fighter, but he felt like a weakling.

In the end, Elliot continued to be harassed and tormented by Chad, even though he now had a muscular body. Chad enjoyed his power over Elliot and treated him like a slave. Elliot felt trapped and scared of Chad, but he didn't know how to break free. He longed for his old life back, but it seemed out of reach. Chad took advantage of the situation and pushed Elliot further into despair. He forced Elliot to work for him and to harm others. Chad used Elliot's new muscular body as a shield against others. He told him what to do and threatened to inflict pain on him if he didn't obey. Elliot, who was afraid of being hurt even more, obeyed him and helped him cover up his criminal activities. Chad knew he could exploit Elliot's fear to manipulate and control him. Chad's thoughts now revolved around Elliot's body.

He saw it as a tool to help him expand his power and tyrannize others. He became obsessed with controlling the body and using it to achieve his goals. Chad treated Elliot's muscle body like an object that belonged to him and no longer like a human being. Chad began to feel increasingly drawn to the body he once owned. He started to intensify his obsession with his old body and spent hours looking at old photos and remembering what it was like to live in that body. Chad was obsessed with how perfect Elliot looked in his new body. Every morning, he styled Elliot's hair and carefully chose the perfect outfit for him. He shaved Elliot's body daily in the shower and selected the perfect body spray for him. Chad wanted to make sure that Elliot was outwardly just as perfect as he once was. He spent hours styling and perfecting Elliot's body until he was finally satisfied. Elliot became a life size toy.

But despite all his efforts, he couldn't really hide Elliot's lack of confidence and insecurity. Elliot was uncertain in his new body and often felt uncomfortable, even though he now looked physically strong and impressive. He was afraid that he was no longer himself, that he had changed. He no longer felt comfortable in his own skin and had difficulty adjusting to his new physical strength. He often avoided looking in the mirror because he couldn't bear the image he saw. His eyes reflected this insecurity and despite his muscular body, he still seemed like a nervous nerd. Chad had been shaving Elliot daily for some time now, but something was different this morning. As he ran the razor over Elliot's muscular chest, he suddenly felt a strange tingling in his own groin. Chad had never before reacted so strongly to the touch of another body and couldn't believe he was so attracted to his own former, muscular, and masculine body. As he shaved Elliot's ass, he couldn't help but let his hands glide over the tight muscles he discovered in Elliot's body. The tingling in his own body grew stronger and he felt his heart beating faster. Chad had never felt attracted to a man before, but in this moment, he couldn't help but realize that he was drawn to Elliot's body. Chad quickly withdrew and tried to suppress these new and confusing feelings. He had no idea what was happening to him or how to process these unexpected sensations. But he knew that he was now looking at Elliot's body differently than before and that he couldn't ignore this new attraction.

The End

#bodyswap #gaybodyswap #bodyswapm2m #hunk2nerd #nerd2hunk #bodyswapstory

[hopefuloverfury]

Elliott Scrap 🦀

Elliott being a smitten man, as usual. Fem!Farmer, she/her pronouns. No other warnings necessary. I'll find a place for this scene eventually.

Elliott’s boots thunk softly against the stone bridge leading into town, his route illuminated by warm yellow light. He looks up at the rusty lamp posts, his breath puffing out into clouds of vapor in front of his face. It’s two days into Spring already, but frost still clings to the emerald green grass framing the cobblestone path, and Elliott tucks his nose low into the collar of his jacket.

The windows of the saloon burn a fiery orange, and Elliott picks up his pace. After hours of staring at ink on half-empty pages, and with no solace found in the sounds of waves kissing the shore outside of his home, he needs a distraction.

Tied to a post outside of the saloon is a horse, its ears flicking back and forth as it grazes on the overgrown grass breaking through the cement. Its coat is dusty brown, with a dark brown mane, and a very new looking saddle strapped to its back. 

The horse picks its head up, sensing his presence. Its ears flick again, and if Elliott knew anything about horses, he might say it looks curious. He doesn’t though, so he walks past without a second glance, and up the steps.

He pushes the door open. It’s not a slow night by any means, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the cheery jingling of the bell above the door as Elliott pushes inside. The warmth from the fireplace hits him square in the face, and he relishes the way it melts the chill settled into his bones. Gus looks up to greet him, and Elliott knows it’s more out of habit than anything else. Just standard, to welcome a guest.

Elliott looks around, expecting to see Leah at their usual table next to the jukebox, but surprisingly, she’s nowhere to be seen. He frowns, resigning himself to a night of drinking alone, when something catches his attention.

The farmer stands alone at the bar, loosening the strap of her shoulder guard. 

The last time he saw her was at his shack on the beach, two weeks ago. He’d poured his heart out into a heap on the floor of his shack, and she carefully placed every piece back into his palms. She’d been wearing overalls and brown work gloves, with steel-toed boots and the straw hat she won the spring prior for achieving first place in the egg hunt. She’d looked like a proper farmer, and a little like an angel.

But here, in the flickering firelight of Stardrop Saloon, she looks like she’s stepped out of an adventure novel. Dressed like a heroine whose only goal is to slay foul beasts and protect those weaker than herself, there’s a small array of leather holsters criss-crossing over her torso, cuts and bruises on her arms, and fresh white bandages wrapped around her knuckles. There’s a large black stain on the front of her shirt, and he wonders what the hell she’d done to get it.

She looks up, and their eyes meet.

Recognition passes over her face, and then she smiles.

He makes a beeline for the bar, the restless buzz in his chest getting louder with every step, like a swarm of cicadas in the summer.

“Hello, Farmer,” Elliot says, the buzz starting to make his ears ring. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Elliott. I was hoping I’d see you tonight,” she says softly, a smile spreading across her lips. Elliott blinks, and thoughts he’d never dare entertain flicker like firelight over the inside of his eyelids. She’s so pretty. Why is she so pretty? “I thought about stopping by your cabin, but I figured I should check here first, just in case.”

Elliott feels lightheaded. “You were looking for me?”

She hums, nodding as she turns away to search through her bag. “Last time I dropped by, you looked like you were running out of ink.”

“Ah. I was planning to purchase a refill from Pierre in the morning.” Elliott winces. He’d put it off for too long, and his plans to write well into the night were dashed when his fountain pen ran out of ink in the middle of a chapter.

“No need. I collected some for you.” She turns around, a glass inkwell standing proudly in the center of her palm. “I hope this is enough, but if it isn’t I can bring more later.”

Elliott’s lips part on a breath as he plucks the bottle out of her hand. The glass is heavy, sturdy between his fingers and sapphire blue. He whistles softly, a reverent sound. “It’s lovely. Where did you get it? The ones at Pierre’s don’t look like this.”

“Oh, no, I made it.”

Elliott jerks his head so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. “You made this? All of it?”

“Well, not really. I harvested the ink from squids, but I had leftover corks from my wine bottles, and the bottle is made out of glass shards I collected from the beach.” She chuckles, tapping her fingertip against the glass. “Who knew smelting furnaces were great for glassmaking?”

#stardew valley #sdv #elliott #sdv elliott #stardew valley elliott #scraps #blurbies #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #elliott brainrot is bad rn #flowery language #because this is elliott we're talking about #long post

[sunnomnoms]

Hey! Could I request Elliot from stardew valley with a chubby enby reader? I don’t have a specific idea in mind, but maybe him trying romance them and they think he’s just being a sweet friend because no one’s ever shown a particular interest in them? And eventually hen like grabs their face and (oh so gently and elegantly) forces them to realize he’s not “just being nice”

Sorry if that isn’t well worded, I am high as shit rn but thank you for considering this ♥️ you’re amazing

LMAO you’re alright! I wrote these as headcanons because of course I did I’m silly.

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, small talks on body, etc. elliott isn’t sure if your gender lmao. also it’s really long?

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Upon arriving in Pelican Town, you were quite literally the talk of the town. They hadn’t seen a new person in years move in, so the others were keen on giving their greetings to you along with small house warming gifts. Elliott was no different in this regard- the only difference was his hesitation to approach you on his own.

When you met him, you had bumped into him after leaving the pier. It was early, you had the scent of bait on you… you certainly weren’t your most graceful self. But Elliott didn’t bat an eye, instead introducing himself and said how he wished the two of you met sooner- you had been in town for about a week or so now. He took your hand gently, placing an apple in the palm of it and told you how he hopes the two of you cross paths again- and how he hopes you enjoy the life you’ve started here in the valley. Elegant, sweet, and gentle his words were.

But it was very much a played up act. He had no idea how to act, he was so unbelievably charmed by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. it wasn’t even that you did much to catch his eye, it was how the light hit your eyes and the way you carried yourself that seemed to catch him so off guard. That apple was his breakfast, he had absolutely no intention of giving it away that morning. Long after you had headed home from the pier, he had sat on the dock completely frazzled as he tried to figure out what fuse within him just blew… without breakfast.

Elliott’s sexuality was always up in the air to him, but seeing you confirmed to himself he wasn’t really sure he cared what gender his partner was. This was partially because he wasn’t fully sure how you identified upon looking at you.

With such a flustered first impression, it was no surprise to anyone when he fell head over heals for you.

Your selfless nature fed his infatuation with him. Gifts of pomegranate wine and home made crab cakes made his hopeless romantic heart swell at the thought of you. He hardly even remembered the time he told you how he loved pomegranates, but the fact that you remembered… it made him so love sick it hurt. He treasured every little thing he received from you, writing sappy entries to his journal every time he received anything from you.

Without trying, you played his heart strings like a harp into the most beautiful of melodies.

Elliott couldn’t sit idly as you did so much to make him feel so strongly about you. Under the guise that you were certainly trying to romance him, he began his own advances.

Unfortunately… you were uh……

… dense.

He’d never say so out loud, no. But your innocent lack of acknowledgement of his clearly romantic advances frustrated him, yet still somehow made him even more infatuated with you.

Being in such a small town, being such the recluse he is, he has no intentions of letting his feelings for you go to waste. Hardly ever did he want others close to him or within his space. Until you. You were so much different to him, such a precious soul. He had full intention to sweep you off your feet.

But… how is it you were able to read his entire romance novel he explicitly said you inspired him to write and see it as platonic…?

And when the flower dance came, how is it you read that as a simple dance between two friends? even with how close you two were? Elliott to this day is still dazed by it, how did you not read the intense feelings behind it all?

Or when the dance of the moonlight jellies came, how is it that you never mentioned the hand Elliott gently placed on your waist? do you have any idea how much he had to hype himself up for that?!

As much as he adored you, you drove him insane.

A short period of time passes where Elliott is hurt, genuinely hurt. He didn’t understand how you did all the little things that made him fuzzy inside without meaning it romantically. Were you just being friendly? Did Elliott misread this entire dynamic between the two of you? Even if so, that doesn’t solve the feelings that Elliott’s developed… and something had to be done.

A late night laying in bed, staring at his ceiling as he was thinking brought him to the conclusion that you must not realize what you’re doing to him, and not realize what he feels for you… despite how glaringly obvious it was.

He eventually came to terms with the fact he would have to be entirely honest and up front. No fancy tricks, no gentle gestures to suggest he likes you, just a genuine confession.

and so he had asked you to meet him at the pier you two first met at one night.

Before you arrived, he paced thinking about what he’d say. He knew he had to be forward with you, but he didn’t want to word it in a way that makes you feel like you owe him anything. You didn’t. this wasn’t a confession to make anything official between the two of you, this was to clear Elliott’s conscious. Besides… Elliott is under the impression you likely don’t feel the same.

When you arrive, Elliot greets you kindly as he asks how your day was and all that sort as you sat at the edge of the pier, looking out at the gem sea. Just hearing you speak eased his nerves, even if it’s you talking about how you had to wrestle your cattle back into their barn one night.

When Elliott changed the topic, his face visibly dropped a little. He’d gotten to a point of feeling guilty for how he felt for you if you most certainly hadn’t felt the same.

“Farmer, I… I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you.” He spoke lowly and avoided your eyes as he said it, his hand fiddling with his sleeve nervously.

Watching you perk up and speak filled him with hope just for a second.

“oh, I’ve got all sorts of feelings for you too man- you’re one of my best friends and I really treasure our friendship! I never really had friends in the city-”

No way. no actual fucking way that just flew over your head.

He placed a hand on your shoulder with a ‘pat’, stopping your ramble immediately. He deadpanned at you- not as if he was upset or anything, he was… amazed. bewildered, really.

“[Y/N], I am romantically attracted to you.”

He watched your face as you processed his words, your face flushing red as you reach the conclusion Elliott has desperately been trying to lead you to.

Seeing as you clearly understood now, Elliott’s face softened as he went to speak.

“I-I have those… those feelings for you too.” You cut him off before he could even begin.

You continued on, explaining that you didn’t exactly expect him to like him like that because you never exactly got much attention from those in the city. You explained you were sure he had to just be being friendly, as you said ‘there’s always someone more attractive, more elegant, skinnier, you know.’

But Elliott didn’t know. Was the city really so cruel to one’s image of themself? He hardly visited often, and sure he felt a bit out of place while he was there. Seeing as you were someone who lived there, surely living with that feeling of being out of place was unbearable. Never for a second did he doubt you were someone who was beautiful, did those in the city disagree? … how?

Elliott was quiet for a moment as he processed everything. Sure, you felt the same, but he can be happy about that in a second.

“I never once thought of you as anything else besides beautiful.” He finally mutters. He watches you fluster at the comment, but before you could cover your face with your hands he takes them gently.

“I-, I really mean it. I had no idea you had such a cruel view of yourself, I can’t imagine thinking so negatively of you. I’m sorry if it’s overwhelming to hear, but you’re… uh-” He mentally fumbles for a second, looking back up at you from your hands. “I realize I never asked- then again it never came up- uh, do you have a preference as to what you’re called? pretty? handsome?” He smiles sheepishly.

Hearing you laugh at his fumbling is worth it, though.

The night ends with the two of you chatting about Elliott’s prior clear signs of romantic feelings and your own density to them. it’s light hearted, of course, Elliott holds no real disdain for you.

The world feels a little lighter on Elliott’s shoulder now, and he feels a little warmer inside. Especially as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

#elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #elliott x farmer #elliott x reader #stardew valley x you #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #Stardew valley #x reader #request open

[mrsreginagold]

Fic: You Take Me Higher Than Heaven

Fandom: Nikita

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: Light R (much is heavily implied)

Spoilers: For 3 x 13, canon divergent.

Summary: Nikita goes to speak to Ari, which leads to quiet, intimate moments between the pair.

Author's Note: Just *how* many times can I have these two fall into each other's arms nonsensically? Many.

On AO3

You Take Me Higher Than Heaven

            “I heard you had a day.”

            Ari Tasarov shifted into a sitting position on the bunk provided in the room where he was staying so he could face Nikita Mears properly. “I heard that yours was no better.”

            The beautiful operative scoffed, unfolding her arms from the crossed position they had been in, and moved fully into his temporary quarters. “At least the collective goal was reached, right? Your son is safe and with his guardian.”

            “True. However, I will never see Stefan again,” there was a detectable trace of melancholy in his tone that he couldn’t fully mask. 

            It was evident by the look of pity he received that his companion had caught it. 

            Though it was late enough that there were no guards, she shut the door so they could speak candidly. “It’s tough, I know, but you made the right decision.”

            He sighed and rubbed over the back of his neck. “That’s exactly what makes it difficult. Losing someone you love is never easy, even if it’s what’s best for them.”

            She tilted her head, studying him and noticing that the only alteration to his appearance was that he had removed his shoes. “You know: if you’re uncomfortable and need something else to wear, you just have to ask.”

            “You should have stopped by yesterday and offered. I was wandering around in my underwear while I washed the rest of this.” He laughed wryly.

            Despite her best efforts to refrain, the mental image of a mostly naked Ari wormed his way into Nikita’s thoughts.

            She flushed considerably. “I’m just saying…if you need anything.”

            “I know. You’re being hospitable, which is more than I deserve, honestly,” he managed a small, yet grateful smile.

            Her heart jumped. “It’s not that! I want you to feel at home here. After all – it’s where you’re going to be staying for the foreseeable future.”

            He blinked, confused. “I thought I was heading to prison?”

            Nikita went to sit beside him. “Ryan and I came to a joint decision that you would be far more use to us here at Division. Your history and expertise are just too great of a benefit to go without, and the truth is: we’re struggling. As you know, we’re no longer funded by the government. We need your help so we’re willing to make a deal.”

            It was silent as Ari processed the information. She could practically see the wheels turning in his brain, but there was also visible relief on his striking, angular features. “What kind of deal are we talking about?”

            “You become part of Division, and, more specifically, my partner.”

            He whirled towards her, genuinely surprised. “Your partner? What about Michael?”

            She bristled slightly at the mention of her ex. “Michael refuses to go back out in the field, even with his new hand,” she confessed. “And while Alex and Owen are great backup, they often get caught up in their own issues, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

            “Where Mr. Elliot is concerned, most definitely,” he rolled his eyes, and then winced as the motion hurt thanks to the visible bruising around his left. 

            Her brow furrowed in sympathy. “He made it worse, didn’t he?”

            “Well, while he might have had good reason to punch me, I would have appreciated it if he hadn’t aimed for the same spot you did.”

            Gingerly, she touched his cheek, and then trailed her fingers ever-so-lightly along the wounded area. “I shouldn’t have gone so hard on you in the first place. I’m sorry.”

            He hissed, which she interpreted as discomfort despite how cautious she was being. Instantly, she withdrew her hand, only for his to curl around it and pause the motion. “It’s all right. I forgave that almost directly after it happened.”

            “At least one of us has,” she murmured. 

            He cupped her chin, tilting her head back just enough so they could look into each other’s eyes. “I should think it’s evident by now that I regard you quite highly, Nikita.” He then pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist, a gentle affirmation of the emotion he did not need to express verbally.

            With the message clearly conveyed, Nikita threw caution to the wind – grasping Ari’s shirt collar to tug him forward and their lips could meet. 

            While it wasn’t the ideal circumstance for a kiss, the passion that quickly erupted was undeniable. 

            In mere seconds, she was enveloped completely in his deceptively strong arms, his mouth insistent upon hers. 

            Instinctively, she coiled her legs around his waist, keeping their bodies close as the embrace escalated, and then nibbled playfully at his lower lip while he twisted and bore her beneath him.

            Her grip tightened on the fabric covering his chest, a wanton moan escaping when his mouth strayed to trace slowly over her jawline.

            Clever fingers managed to sneak past the hem of her sweater, stroking a nonsensical pattern along her abdomen before skimming upwards. 

            She arched into his touch when he thumbed over the lace covering her breast, a delicious heat pooling right at the base of her stomach at the contact. Determined to return the favor, she reached for the buttons to his shirt. 

            One by one, they popped loose, until the garment hung open and revealed a thin tank top that she immediately began to push up his stomach. 

            Ari sat back for a moment, yanking his arms free from the button-down before he rapidly whisked the undershirt over his head. 

            Nikita happily took in the sight of his uncovered, beautifully muscled torso, raking her nails along his chest and then curling her fingers around his belt.

             The unravelling thread of his resolve snapped in a heartbeat. The former Gogol agent lunged, yanking his companion’s sweater away before tackling her bra, which was flung aside recklessly so they could work at getting each other naked as quickly as possible. 

            Skin to skin, they toppled back on the bed, limbs entangling and exchanging heated kisses while they explored each other.

            “It just occurred to me,” he rumbled, the resonant timbre of his voice making her quiver with want. “That we might be giving Division a bit of a show here if there are cameras.” He bit provocatively at her earlobe.

            She slid her leg along his. “Actually, Birkoff deactivated them for this level. We’re safe. Unless you want to be seen.”

            His response was a low, very alluring chuckle, “Fun as that could be in the right circumstances,” he settled comfortably in her arms, gazing down at her tenderly. “Some things are meant to shared only with one other person.”

            Nikita’s heart cartwheeled. There was such warmth and sincerity reflected in the ocean of clear blue that she was losing herself in. 

            She reached out to sweep an errant strand of dark hair away from where it fell along his forehead. “You’re right. Some things should remain private.”

            “Well, that’s a first,” Ari remarked.

            “What is?”

            “Agreeing with me. I think I like it,” he grinned.

            Her pulse hummed thanks to how attractive an image he made. “What? No. Surely I’ve agreed with you on something before this.”

            He tapped at his chin with a thoughtful expression for a second before shaking his head, the smile returning full force. “Not that I can recall.”

            She narrowed her eyes slightly. “Oh, you’re enjoying this way too much.”

            “Who wouldn’t?” He stretched deliberately, the velvet texture of his skin against her own causing goosebumps to erupt and a startled sound to escape her throat. “I have you exactly where I want you, unable to escape,” he leaned in close enough so that their lips were centimeters apart. “You’re completely and irrevocably mine.”

            “That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” she murmured. 

            “Yes,” he lovingly caressed her cheek, emotion glittering in his eyes. “If I’m honest, I’ve wanted you since the moment we met. But that’s beside the point. See, my heart became yours not long after.”

            She placed her hand on his chest at the admission, reveling in the steady heartbeat beneath her palm before she dipped her head to press her lips there.

            “I like that – that you’re mine as much as I’m yours,” her words were slightly muffled against his skin, but judging by the quiet yet delighted laughter that served as his reply, she knew that he agreed with the sentiment. 

            “I also think that this discussion has lasted long enough, don’t you?” he hissed sharply when her mouth began to coast down.

            “Definitely,” she mumbled, continuing her trek, amused when she discovered that he was ticklish around the navel. “What’s this? A weak spot?”

            “Oh, don’t you dare,” his warning arrived too late, and the next few minutes were spent with her taking full advantage of this priceless information. 

            “Just so you know, I am actively planning revenge and it will come when you least expect it.” Ari knew that the ultimatum would sound more effective if he wasn’t struggling to regain his breath after the onslaught of what had started as a tickle fight, then escalated into something else. 

            “An interesting choice of words.” For her part, Nikita was content to stay right where she was: curled halfway on top of him and stroking idle patterns through the hair that dusted his chest. 

            “…I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”  

            She smirked and kissed his neck. “Sorry.”

            “No, you’re not.” 

            “No, I’m not,” the smirk morphed into a grin. “I could go on like this for hours.”

            He groaned, tilting his head back in the process which granted her better access to the column of his throat. “Have some mercy, please.”

            “Aww, did I wear you out already?” she pulled back.

            “I just need a breather.” He wrapped his arms around her securely, basking in the intimacy of their entwined forms. “Have you always been this insatiable?”

            “No, you’re merely benefiting from our long-standing UST,” she joked.

            He looked suitably perplexed. “Our what?”

            “It means unresolved sexual tension,” she giggled, bright and airy. “Okay, that one I’m actually sorry about. I’ve spent way too much time with Birkoff for my own good.”

            “That man should come with a dictionary in order to understand him,” he remarked dryly, ducking a kiss to her forehead.

            “He should. He also has a point, though.” She nuzzled him affectionately. “This chemistry we’ve been building since we met was bound to explode eventually. Frankly, the fantasies all pale in comparison.”

            “You’ve fantasized about me?”

            She peered over at him, showing no hint of embarrassment. “Are you saying you haven’t fantasized about me?”

            “Oh, I’ve had my share,” despite their nudity, he appeared slightly flustered. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around being the one desired here. It hasn’t happened often.”

            She abruptly sat up, stunned. “I’m sorry, but how?! With your eyes and your voice?! Not to mention,” she gestured wildly, “the body I was definitely not expecting to be hidden beneath your clothes. If others can’t see how gorgeous and amazing and perfect –

            He cut her off with a kiss that was equal parts passion and gratitude, his hands moving up to frame her face tenderly, their forms entangling further while he reclined her back onto the mattress.

            Nikita reluctantly parted for air first. “What was that for?”

            Ari smiled. “For being remarkable,” he leaned in again, brushing his mouth lightly over hers before whispering: “And for letting me catch my breath right before you stole it back.”

            “Fair’s fair, since you stole mine first,” she muttered, thoughts losing cohesion when he pushed her hair away from her shoulder so he could nip at sensitive flesh. She was unable to stop a mewl from emerging and firmly gripped at his back. “Please tell me we’re done resting.”

            His face loomed into her vision. “That revenge I mentioned a little while ago? I’m just getting started.”

            Ari managed to prove two very specific things to Nikita over the course of their love making. One – he was thorough. Not a visible patch of skin had gone without proper worship, and he had nearly drawn her to the brink through simple touch alone multiple times. The other was that his stamina was downright impressive. 

            Once the haze of lust managed to die down long enough for the pair to rest, they cuddled together: a hopeless tangle of skin and white sheets. 

            Nikita sighed, completely sated and languid in her lover’s embrace. “You know, I think you might be the actual insatiable one here, not me.”

            “I confess, I got a little carried away,” Ari rubbed soothing circles along her back, his lips grazing her temple. 

            “There’s carried away and there’s whatever we just did, if it has a name,” she stretched, cat-like, in his arms and dropped several kisses to his chest in gratitude. 

            After a few more minutes, he twisted onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and gazing at her with concern. “You sure you’re all right? It wasn’t too intense?”

            She shook her head. “No. Though I admit that it might be some time before I regain feeling in my legs.”

            “Nikita…”

            “I’m joking. Mostly.” Her expression turned serious, and she ran her thumb gingerly along his still-healing eye. “When the infirmary opens back up, I’m getting you something to soothe this.”

            He slung an arm across her waist, drawing them close together. “Is that your way of implying that you’ll sleep here with me?”

            “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” she curled up against him. 

            “Even if Birkoff or Alex comes barging in here and we’re caught?”

            “They’ll just have to get used to it. You’re my partner now,” she yawned, exhaustion beginning to take hold.

            “Rest, my love,” he tipped her chin. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

            She merely smiled and kissed him, confident in the knowledge that he would keep to that promise. 

The End

#nikari #ari x nikita #mine #mrsreginagold #fanfiction #ari tasarov #nikita mears #nikita 2010 #my weekly contribution as ship captain #they're so cute your honor #otp: enemy mine #otp: this is the life we've chosen #peter outerbridge

[venusvity]

"did you lie to me?"+ jiah

IN WHICH ... Best Friends Aren't Supposed to Lie.

FEATURING ... KLARA BLIX + CHLOE LEE

TRIGGER WARNINGS ... Mentions of Sex, Name Calling, and Arguing.

"And she's just so fucking stupid–Oh my god! I can't stand her!"

"Can you, like, be quiet?" Klara tells Chloe in a hushed tone, looking at her wall then back at her best friend. "She literally lives with us."

"Okay?" Chloe snaps condescendingly at her. Klara rolls her eyes, shaking her head as her arms jut out in dejection.

"It's her choice, Chlo. Did you really think she was going to stay away from him for long?" Klara knows Sena fairly well. She doesn't consider them best friends but she does know her and few of her darkest secrets from late night conversations they had when they shared a room together. Sena was bound to go back to Yeojun eventually because that's what she always did.

Klara didn't really see it as a big deal. Sure, Yeojun was a cheater and a bad boyfriend but he never physically hurt Sena or made her do anything she didn't want to. Sena told her he rarely even yelled at her. In Klara's opinion, he wasn't that big of a problem just a pest that will eventually go away.

"Oh my god, you don't get it." Chloe groans dramatically as if the world is falling apart and Klara isn't seeing it. Klara looks around her room with just her eyes before shrugging.

"Yeah. I don't. Why would I care what Sena does with her love life?"

"Because it's stupid!" Chloe argues. Klara blinks at the elder before sighing loudly, shaking her head as she throws her hands up in defeat.

"Whatever the fuck that means," Klara laments, opening her dresser to get ready for bed. Every talk she has with Chloe practically exhausts her now. Chloe is going through something. Klara doesn't know if it's healing or unraveling but either way she's worried. She hasn't been Chloe be this erratic since she was dating Hyojin. Even just thinking his name fills her with rage.

Chloe groans again, sitting herself on Klara's bed, signaling she's going to be here awhile. Klara doesn't mind. She'll just go to sleep.

"He's a bad guy and he's going to hurt her, Klara. That's why I need her away from him–"

"It's her life, Chlo," Klara reminds her as she pulls an oversized shirt over her head. Chloe sighs dramatically.

"Her life that she's destroying for him." Chloe is so dramatic, Klara thinks as she begins to shuffle through her bottom drawer for shorts. "All while she has great guys lined up for her like Elliot and Finn–"

"You fucked Finn." Their banter usually goes like this. Quick and off the top of their heads. They don't really think before speaking to one another.

"Yeah but only to show her she's stupid." And then there's a pause between them. Klara pauses her drawer digging to think for a moment, remembering the moment Chloe told her about Finn and their escapade. Slowly, Klara looks over her shoulder at Chloe. She's been caught and it's clear on her face.

"You told me you didn't know about Sena and Finn," Klara rebuttals, quirking a brow. "Did you lie to me?"

Chloe doesn't react for a second. Maybe even just a split second but that's all it takes for Klara to know Chloe lied. After years of being Chloe's closest friend, her only friend at some points, Klara knows when she's lying and when she's telling the truth. The girl scoffs with a disappointed shake of her head.

"Wow."

"I didn't lie–"

"You literally told me you didn't know they were a thing when you fucked him and now you only fucked the guy to get back at her? How is that not lying, Chloe?"

Chloe pauses again, looking at the floor as she scratches her head before looking back up at Klara with nothing to say. That makes the gears in Klara's head grind annoyingly, making her more agitated than before.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on with you but I'm really over all these...fucking schemes you keep pulling," Klara rants, completely turning to face Chloe who now has her guard up and arms crossed across her chest. It doesn't deter Klara. It never does. "But I need you to get over it and be a normal person again."

Chloe scoffs at the prospect of her being normal and Klara fights every urge to roll her eyes. She's going to play to victim card or try to bully Klara into submission. Lately, she's been playing the victim card as it seems Klara has outgrown being beaten into submission by a girl she barely recognizes some days.

"I'm sorry it's hard for me to be normal, Klara. I'll work extra hard to get through my trauma to make you happy," Her words are patronizing and insincere as her perfectly manicured hand rests on her chest. "I get over the life-altering events I went through to make you happy–"

"You should do it to make yourself happy, Chloe! Oh my fucking god!" Klara shouts, feeling herself getting too riled up to have such a delicate conversation. Klara takes a deep breath, putting her hands on her head as she shakes her head. Chloe has an unreadable look on her face but that doesn't shock Klara. She's mastered the art of the poker face for survival at this point. Klara can't stand it. She feels herself becoming unable to stand her.

"We'll talk about this later because I don't want to talk to you right now." Before Chloe can get a word out, Klara rips open her bedroom door for Chloe to leave, avoiding eye contact with the elder even though she so desperately wants to make some.

It takes Chloe a second to realize Klara is serious, looking around the room like she's embarrassed before pushing herself up. "Whatever," She huffs under her breath, rushing out of the room with her arms crossed. Klara can hear her call her a bitch under her breath when she makes it into the hallway.

Klara doesn't give her the satisfaction of a response. She only slams the door.

#╰ * venus : scenarios ⧽ burn it to the ground . #kpop oc #idol oc #fictional idol community #idol au #kpop addition #bts addition

[tunemyart]

a/o folks, please enjoy another addition to my continuing vaguely-crackish 10-year follow up to The Wide Orbit, working title "three seasons* of elliot wondering where olivia's terrible husband is"

*it's actually going to be like a season and a half but it's a bit now

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When the door opens, he almost does a double take. “Alex Cabot,” he says, dumbly. Because it is Alex Cabot, older like the rest of them and looking completely unsurprised to see him.

“Elliot Stabler,” she returns, every bit as cocky as she’d been twenty years ago.

He bumbles his way through an I wasn’t expecting to see you, because what’s it been, Jesus, thirteen years? He can’t even remember the last time he thought about her. He assumed he’d never see her again. All the times he’d thought about Liv back in the States, it had somehow never even crossed his mind that she was back in touch with Alex Cabot, who he’d figured was still in Africa, or some even more remote place, trying to scratch whatever itch under her skin she never could seem to get to. But here she is, waiting a little less patiently for him to get his shit together.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” he says. “How the hell have you been?”

She ducks her head and smiles, crossing her arms and leaning her hip against the doorjamb as she lets the door close most of the way behind her – that’s right, Liv’s kid is probably sleeping somewhere behind it. It’s an oddly familiar move, and when he places it he knows why – it’s Olivia he’s seen do it a million times.

“I’ve been good,” Alex says softly. “I came home from the DRC a while ago, quit prosecution. I’m doing pro bono work now in private practice.”

It’s great, it is, but all Elliot can think about is this jerkwad husband of Liv’s who apparently can’t even be bothered to be at home at 11pm with his kid while Liv’s on duty somewhere and has stuck Alex Cabot of all people on babysitting duty.

“Wow. That’s a change,” he says. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Liv’s stuck on a case,” Alex fills in for him when she starts to read his impatience in his body language. Her eyes on him are steady and unoffended. “She’ll probably be at the precinct until late if you need to see her tonight.”

And Alex knows this because... she doesn’t expect that Olivia’s husband will be home before Olivia? Elliot tries to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s travelling. Maybe he’s got work, too. Maybe he’s in the hospital. Maybe it’s just bad timing. God knows he’d stuck Kathy with the assumption that she’d have to be the on-call parent often enough.

“You know, I think I’ll just try to catch her tomorrow,” he says with a smile to mask anything else she might get off him; and then, because it’s true, he hesitates for a minute and says, “Hey, it was really great seeing you. If you’re free, do you want to catch up sometime?”

“I’d like that,” Alex says, but her voice is guarding something. Probably her loyalty to Olivia, if they’re really close enough again these days that she’s somebody Liv calls at night to watch her kid.

“No pressure,” Elliot says in case it’s needed. “I bet we’ll be seeing each other around, anyway.”

Alex laughs at that. “Yeah,” she agrees in a tone he can’t completely read. “I’m sure we will.”

“Okay. Take care.” Elliot hesitates, but is completely honest in saying, “I’m glad you and Olivia are back in touch.”

It’s because he’s known her for so long that he’s able to spot the pause before she says smoothly, “Me, too.” Her face is completely impassive when Elliot searches it curiously. She uncrosses her arms to reach behind her and push the door open again, and there they are – double rings on her left hand, too.

Has everybody gotten married while he was gone? Ten years, he guesses; why not? But the gap between him and his past – and more to the point, between him and Olivia – feels wider and more uncrossable than ever with Alex Cabot the sudden, strange face of it here guarding her doorway.

He can’t tell if Alex has noticed him noticing when he looks back up at her. “Good night, Elliot,” is all she says.

And Elliot, who can sometimes take a hint, says, “Good night,” and leaves.

#my fic #elliot is so. oh honey. #in a way he wouldn't actually be but i'm having fun #anyway ur author is tired of being sick send her good vibes pls <3 #the wide orbit

[rhodeybugg]

BEFORE THE DAWN; CHAPTER 6:

System Insecurity

Running System Diagnosis...

.......

Model No. 0001

Series XI GUARD...

... Scanning Systems...

.

..

SERIAL DESIGNATION J

Status: ONLINE

Core Temp: Normal

Battery Percentage: 98%. Should last until 9:30 PM.

...

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All Systems Functional.

Would you like to send these results to your assigned JCJ Technician?

                   Y/N

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

They stayed close, much to J's dismay.

It became the norm to see Zara trailing after Tessa, listening to the girl's rambles and awkwardly standing with her hands in her dress pockets whenever J and the other drones of Tessa's inner circle were near.

Zara wasn't afraid of them, and they knew this. It was a gesture of respect, at least, that's what J assumed it was.

Good. She knew her place.

Despite all of her system checks (Which she'd been running more frequently due to the system stress warnings that flared up on her visor from time to time), she could never figure out what was wrong with herself. These itches only appeared once Zara came into the picture, and seeing her beside Tessa made her...upset. And she couldn't for the life of her understand why. She found herself physically wedged between them without thinking, scooting herself to Tessa's side slowly whenever she and Zara would sit on her bed and read or go over old books that Zara had deemed interesting enough to rescue from their dusty grave in the basement. Zara never seemed to mind, and though it got her disapproving glares from V, she kept doing it, willingly, this time.

Maybe it was because she didn't understand romantic love. She'd never had anyone to love like that- and why would she want to? It wasn't a need for herself, not like V and N, or Cyn and that little pipsqueak butler drone that had started courting her but was too scared to even ask to hold her hand- (Was Cyn even aware that he liked her? Sure, Cyn was smart, but she had a hard time picking up tones and indicators.) Her only purpose was to serve Tessa. To protect her, to keep her company, to ensure that nothing ever happened to her. Why in any of the gods' names would she ever need a partner on top of it?

That was her duty, and she was proud of it. Her job was to keep Tessa safe, to make sure nothing ever harmed her, physically or emotionally, when she could help it. Tessa's parents were the only people she couldn't protect her from, she wouldn't dare even consider biting back at Master Elliot or telling off the Mistress. Everyone else, however, stayed at arm's length.

It only made her more upset to find out that V and N had been placing playful bets.

"She's in love." N smiled to himself, watching from the window as Tessa gently guided Zara through the garden outside, holding onto the smaller human's hand and showing her the gorgeous rosebushes and ivory walls of the manor.

The windows were leaking on the west side of the manor again, and somehow, J had gotten roped into supervising N, V, and Cyn as they worked to repair the interior window seals above the main staircase.

"She doesn't love Zara, they're just friends." J crossed her arms.

"She is." N glanced over to V, who had been excitedly nodding. "You can see it in her eyes, she's head-over-heels for Zara."

J glared at the ground. "...Well she can't…they can't- she's supposed to marry someone else. Her parents would never allow it."

N and V shot a confused glance toward J. 

"...You want her to marry Salvadore? J, she's only fifteen! If she can convince her parents to stop trying to set her up with him, she can be with Zara! It'd be a lot better and-" 

J cut V off with a snarl. "It won't. Happen. Either way, we won't be around to see it."

N took a step back, cautiously grabbing Cyn by the shoulder and taking her a few paces back with him as he felt the tension rise. V had dropped the tools she'd been holding for N and was now facing J, fixing her posture to be a bit more confrontational.

"What do you mean?" V cocked her head to the side. "She'll take us with her, either way, and-"

"Don’t any of you get it?!”  J clenched her hands into fists.

She'd heard it so many times, even more so in the form of tearful laments from Tessa after overhearing her parents talking late one evening. Her drones, her beloved companions, would no longer be hers the day she turned eighteen and was married off. And she knew what that meant. Tessa knew it too, but she didn't dare tell any of the others.

“Either way, we’re getting replaced! If Tessa marries Salvadore, we get replaced, if Zara stays around, we get replaced. Zara’s trying to take our place and-”

She didn’t realize she had been angrily stamping her foot against the carpet until she noticed Cyn’s fearful stare. 

“J, stop it.” V hissed. “Nobody is getting replaced.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

V daringly inched closer to her. 

“You’ve been abandoned before.” J continued, standing her ground as V curled her synthetic lips back to snarl, “You should know better than me.”

V got right in J’s face, causing N and Cyn to take yet another cautionary step back.

“J, you’re acting ridiculous. You, out of all of us, know that Tessa would never abandon us.” V grabbed J by the shirt collar, and despite the height difference, she stood her ground just as well as J. She put a single digit around the necklace that sat tucked into J’s dress and pulled.

“You’ve always been the favorite. If anyone is getting replaced, it sure as hell won’t be you”

“Okay- let's- let's calm down!” N quietly spoke up, taking a step forward, trying to stop the altercation from escalating further. "Nobody is getting replaced or abandoned anytime soon, we still have time to figure this out!"

Neither of the girls paid any attention to him. 

“Maybe you should be replaced” J tensed up at V’s words. "It'd put you in place with the rest of us."

"Shut. Up." J reached out, her hand resting forcefully against V's face, which only made her seemingly more determined to piss J off.

"Take it back." J's words were laced with venom, trembling with rage.

"Make me." V stuck her tongue out.

N opened his mouth to speak again, getting cut off by J's sudden movement, flinging herself at V and pinning the (Much smaller) drone down, attempting to claw at her visor. Despite the size difference, V put up a fair fight.

Her glasses were shattered by the time she managed to shove J off of her, and she'd managed to steady herself against the railing of the staircase they'd been working next to.

"You'll be the first to get replaced!" V held a hand to her face, feeling a few places where J's jagged fingertips had met her delicate metal skin.

J bitterly snickered and wiped a few flecks of oil from her chin. "You wish."

"We're just 'useless little butler drones.' " V continued, squinting to be able to make out J's position. "You're special. They'll take you first."

That was all J needed to snap. Within moments, V was back on the ground, but now N and Cyn were trying to intervene. There was more oil on the floor and on the girls' uniforms, clumps of hair were being pulled out- it was hard to tell from whom, and both drones on the floor were screaming profanities and threats at the other.

"J, knock it off, V, stop patronizing J!" N had a grip on V's shoulders, trying to drag her out from underneath J, who had been put in an attempted headlock by Cyn.

"Egotiist Starchild over there started it!" V winced as N pulled her closer toward himself, trying to determine if she was bleeding- and where.

J had started to snarl out another insult but stopped as she heard voices on the flight of stairs below them, craning her neck to see Zara, oddly leading the way up the stairs, following behind Tessa.

In a moment of rage and impulsive decisions, she broke free of Cyn's grasp and threw herself against V's body, knocking her out of N's arms and sending her tumbling down the stairs towards Zara.

She didn't see the impact, but the sound of a metal and organic body hitting the floor told her that her aim had been accurate, and Zara was now curled up on the marble floor, clutching her arm, next to V, who had been stuck in a daze.

"The- Hell?!"

J peeked her head over the railing, watching as Tessa turned on her heels and ran toward the two figures on the ground.

She ran to Zara first.

"Are you okay?!"  Was the first sentence out of Tessa's mouth, followed by a barrage of "Is anything broken?!" and "Do we need to call Doctor Nettle?!"

Zara answered Tessa's questions with her own questions, propping herself up and worriedly turning to V, retrieving her own glasses from the floor where they had been knocked off of her nose.

"Is she okay?! I didn't break anything, did I?! Oh god, I'm so sorry, oh god, oh god-"

"She's-"

V groaned in pain and forced herself upwards, wincing as Zara worriedly grabbed her arm, scooting closer towards the drone, and worriedly looking at Tessa.

"...She's fine- right? You good, V?" After making sure that Zara was alright, Tessa joined her at V's opposite side, gently checking the drone over.

"..I'm..." V trailed off, glancing up towards the top of the staircase, catching a glimpse of J, a triumphant grin on her face.

"......" V got her own idea, looking between Tessa and Zara for a moment, letting her right arm go limp. "...Everything hurts." She whined.

Tessa frowned, looking up at the stairs as well, not noticing J as she ducked down and backed away from the edge of the railing.

"Looks like it. You might have broken something internally. We'll get you up to my room and get you fixed up!"

"Here, I'll-" Zara placed a hand on V's shoulder as Tessa did the same, with Tessa's hand resting over top of Zara's. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. V could see it, and she loved the fact that she had been right. Zara's freckled face had turned at least three shades of red, and even Tessa's face reddened at the touch of their hands.

There was a jumble of words from both girls.

"I can-" "Lemme just-" "Carry her-" "Here-"

"...Can you carry her?" Tessa nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "I- I mean I don't...doubt..that you can, I just-"

Zara shook her head, gently picking up V, cradling her by the joints of her knees and underneath her arms. "I can get it!"

V could sense J's glare. She'd taken the lead, but V had managed to even the score. She glanced up as Zara carefully started up the stairs- again- happily laying her head against the human, watching as J silently scowled.

She stuck her tongue out again, immediately returning to her innocent, injured demeanor when they reached the top. N and Cyn silently followed after the three, clearly not wanting to stay around J at the moment.

Oh, how V loved being right.

Checkmate, bitch.

☽✧    ✦    ✧☾

"..I'm home!"

Only the silence called back.

Zara cautiously closed the door behind her and trudged along the hardwood floor, kicking her boots off next to the entryway and looking around the dimly lit trailer that she and her father shared.

It was all they could manage. Well, all her father could manage, at least. Struggling to keep a job doesn't exactly look the best on a housing contract.

"Dad?" She called out again. More silence.

She found him on the couch again. No doubt drunk.

"..And..no dinner...That's alright, I ate at the Elliot's." It wasn't a lie. And it was better that he was asleep, she decided. Zara knew that if he caught her smuggling in food scraps from the Elliot family, he'd forbid her from ever going near Tessa and her family again- and that was a fate worse than death.

It wasn't stealing, at least. Tessa's mother had willingly allowed Zara to take home a bit of the leftovers, and while Zara knew she wanted to question her on it, she was thankful that she hadn't. God only knows what her father would do if he found out she'd told someone about their living situation. 'It's not anyone else's problem', he said, and ' We're doing just fine without the help of those snobs.'.

Her bed wasn't anywhere near as warm or cozy as the bed she normally slept on when she stayed with Tessa, but it had to do for now. She couldn't stay in paradise forever, as much as she wanted to.

The memory of that touch never left her, even as she drifted off to sleep. She knew it was an accident, she knew that they were both probably blushing because of how fucking awkward the situation had been, but it was cute, and Tessa was cute, and she wanted to keep holding her hand and scoot ever so slowly closer until they were snuggled up beside each other and look into those gorgeous green eyes and slowly lean in until their lips touched and- dammit, she loved her! She loved her, she loved her, she LOVED her!!

But Tessa didn't reciprocate it- she couldn't have, right? Surely Tessa wasn't into girls, surely she didn't see Zara that way, it had to have been a stupid dream, a wishful desire, it couldn't be.

Zara buried her face in her pillow and screamed.

Dammit.

.

.

.

...She'd gone and fallen for an Elliot.

#tumblr gave me so much hell trying to upload this #murder drones #murder drones tessa #serial designation v #murder drones oc #before the dawn updates #serial designation n #serial designation j #murder drones cyn

[the-swift-tricker]

Milo Murphy's Law as a metaphor for disabilities

i know it may seem like a weird interpretation but whenever i watch milo murphy's law i can't help but see it as a metaphor for life with a disability. obviously this is by no means a perfect interpretation and i really don't believe that it was the original intention behind the show's creation but bear with me.

milo murphy's law follows the titular character milo, who is a descendant of the original namesake of the famous "murphy's law". murphy's law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong and because of this milo's everyday life is plagued by disaster after disaster, most comical, some serious. milo has been forced to learn to adapt to all the dangers and inconveniences of his life, usually with the aid of his backpack, which he tries to pack everyday with whatever equipment may prove most useful. milo leads a fairly average life, aside from the intermittent aforementioned disasters that crop up at random times, and attends school, hangs out with friends, and pursues his interests. the "murphy curse" is well known in the town they live and generally accepted. most people are courteous and kind to milo, being extremely understanding when murphy's law goes into affect and generally not acting like jerks. even the school he attends goes out of it's way to accommodate his specific needs, from installing bullet proof glass to procuring over the top insurance policies. however most people still keep their distance from milo, as they find his life to be too difficult and cumbersome to deal with. the exceptions to this are his two best friends, melissa and zack, who stand by him through thick and thin. the show makes it very clear that they don't love milo despite his "curse" but instead love him as a whole, never begrudging him the inconveniences they may experience from hanging out with him. they always are there for him, assisting when they can and simply offering support when there's nothing else to do. they are also very protective of milo, specifically when it comes to people that treat him poorly. in one specific instance a crossing guard named elliot complains about how difficult his job is because of milo and how milo's entire existence is unsafe, going so far as to say that the world would be better of without him. zack and melissa (along with several other kids) angrily call him out on this. it's a pretty distinct interaction because of how it mirrors the real world sentiment a lot of people hold towards disabled people. fortunately elliot learns his lesson by the end of the episode, after experiencing a world without milo and realizing how empty it would be.

everything about the show, from the effects murphy's law has on milo, to his backpack acting as a type of mobility aid, to the accommodations he requires, draw very stark parallels to the experiences of many disabled people irl, myself included.

what i find especially encouraging though is how it portrays milo's life continuing on even with the "curse" always looming over him. there are some things milo just can't do because of murphy's law and that's okay, because he enjoys the things he can to their fullest extent. milo attends school and they accommodate his needs. milo joins a band and they accommodate his needs. all of this is done by the people who love him because they love him, but also by people who barely know him but do it anyways because they respect him as a person.

all of this comes together to paint what i consider to be a mostly positive, if not somewhat layered, take on disabilities in general.

#disabled #disability #chronic illness #spoonie #milo murphy's law #milo murphy #disney #swift-tricker's posts

[drifting-rocket]

The Auction

[Attached is a video]

[Watch it?]

The video opens in a little lounge area, presumably from a security camera above. The low hum of lively conversation can be heard as well as the clinking of glasses as various rich and powerful people mill about in masked disguise.

Various rocket grunts- though not incredibly obvious in their allegiance, marked only by a simple deep purple 'R' on their waistcoats- move about in pokemon masks. Mostly fire themed. They serve drinks and hors d'oeuvres.

The camera zooms and focuses on in on a certain purple haired individual, moving about the room in a drifblim mask, what exactly he's saying is unknown due to the noise level in the room, but at least the people he's talking to seem to be having a good time.

Eventually, Drifter pulls away from the conversation, slipping through a door that is then blocked by a guarding Rocket Grunt. Over a loud speaker a voice is heard, "Esteemed guests, if you'll make your way to the auditorium room, our 17th annual Auction will begin shortly. Please be sure you have all your belongings before leaving the lounge area. Thank you!" The speech is then repeated several times in several different languages. People begin to move from one room to another but one breaks away from the crowd. A man in a Persian mask. He goes to the door where the Grunt stands guard, slips them some sort of bribe, and goes through. The camera view changes.

---

The sharp click of heeled shoes can be heard as Drifter makes his way down some sort of side hallway. It's eerily quiet compared to the noise of the lounge before, as Drifter is about to round a corner of the hall- the door back to the lounge opens. And in steps the man in the Persian mask. Drifter stops, and turns back. A smile crosses his face.

"Ah. Figures this can't go off without some sort of hitch. Who are you?"

The other man smirks. "Well what would be the fun if there wasn't a complication or two."

The voice is.. familiar. But Drifter can't quite place it, he frowns. "If you're looking for a fight-"

The man holds out his hand, "Not a fight. How about a drink, Elliot?"

Drifter freezes in place. Then after a few moments his hair begins to float and curl in on itself... a thin mist covers the floor of the hallway, radiating out from him. "who are you." He reaches for a pokeball at his hip.

"I don't suppose I can convince you away from battle? We wouldn't want to disturb your guests."

"Screw those rich bastards. Explain yourself."

The other man chuckles. "Very well." He takes off the mask. the view from behind doesn't let the camera see who it is- but Drifter doesn't leave it to the imagination.

"...Giovanni."

"In the flesh."

The mist disappears. Drifter takes his hand away from his hip and walks towards Giovanni, hands balled into fists.

"Now now, Elliot, we don't have to-" Giovanni doesn't get to finish his sentence before Drifter shoves him against the door, pinning him against it.

"You bastard. Why now." Drifter mutters, half asking and half just swearing to himself.

"Well, Silver's alive-"

"Yes of course- but you and Archer said you were done with this business I-" it's as if he suddenly realizes how close he is to his former boss. His former...friend. he backs off.

"...I never said we were coming back."

Drifter doesn't say anything for a moment, he turns away from Giovanni and intakes a deep breath before letting it out and pushing back his hair out of his face.

"...Let's talk in the observation box."

The view changes again.

---

After presumably walking from that hallway, to a viewing box that looks over the whole auditorium, Drifter and Giovanni sit in deep chairs. Drifter's back is to the auditorium, though he's turned his head to watch. Down below, Petrel can be heard, taking bids on items.

"...motor mouth." Drifter mumbles before turning back to look at Giovanni. Dune, in their drifloon mask, pours Giovanni a drink. Dune starts towards Drifter but he puts up a hand. "Go outside please. Don't let anyone in this room."

"Yes sir." Dune says quietly, shuffling out the door after leaving the bottle of alcohol with the two older men. Once the door closes behind them, Giovanni gestures to where Dune was.

"You've got loyal people."

"Of course I do. I always have. There's no reason I wouldn't." There's a snap to his voice.

Giovanni chuckles. "No need to be so harsh. It's just me."

"I have to be. I haven't seen you in twenty years. And I don't know what you're planning. You always have some sort of plan."

"mm, maybe~."

Drifter scowls. "Just spit it out."

"I want to make a bargain with you, Drifter."

"Bargain?" Drifter smirks, "With your best salesman?"

Giovanni leans forwards, "Well, not your typical bargain I imagine." He takes a sip of his drink, and sets it down on a table besides him.

Down below, Petrel begins a new bid.

"A fine specimen of an Arcanine we have here, wonderfully trained and in great condition- Look at the fire in her eyes! We'll begin at 1000$ do I hear 1 do I hear..."

"I want you to join me in a new age of Team Rocket."

Drifter snorts, raising an eyebrow. "A new age, huh? And what exactly does this "new age" hold?"

"$2000! Do I hear 3 do I hear three?"

Giovanni takes a deep breath. "Athena has been in contact with Archer and I for some time now. Her work in Kanto has cemented Rocket's hold there."

Drifter considers for a moment, and a smile crosses his face. "You want to reform Rocket."

"4000! do I hear 5? do I hear 5?"

Giovanni grins. "Perhaps. You can still keep your base of operations in Sinnoh, but 'home' base so to say would become Kanto. Ariana's current base."

The smiles stays on Drifter's face. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"4500$ I hear forty five hundred do we have 5?"

Giovanni's expression sours, as a fine mist begins to cover the viewing box's floor.

"You don't disappear for 20 years after saying you're "done with the game" just to come back out of the blue and ask me to join you again. That's not how this works. What's your game here, what are you trying to pull me in to."

Giovanni smirks, "Well, it's nice to know you won't follow me blindly anymore. But this is a real offer I swear-"

"5000$! I hear 5 do I hear 6?"

"I don't believe you. You're not telling me something. Both you and Apollo have had insane plans for world domination in the past- and the four of us who didn't run away have been clawing our reputation as a threat back from the brink- I'm happy with what I have right now, Giovanni. I don't want the world. I just want what I have right now."

"7500$ from number 54 That's 75 hundred folks do I hear 8 thousand do I hear 8?"

"We're not going to try and take over the world again," Giovanni sighs and holds out a hand to Drifter.

"We just want to be a united force for evil again."

"75 hundred going once..."

Drifter looks at Giovanni's hand. He considers it.

"75 hundred going twice..."

"...Fine." He clasps hands with Giovanni, and looks him dead in the eye. "But if you two fuck this up, I'm out."

Giovanni smiles, "Naturally."

"Sold! To number 54 thank you for your patronage, sir. An employee will be by for your payment soon."

"Well, with that sorted, will you finally share a drink with me, Elliot?"

Drifter sighs, then smiles, leaning forwards and filling up a glass, "hah, I'll have one. I've got to give a speech once this is over."

[The video ends.]

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokemon irl #rotumblr #villain blog #to the highest bidder #//mini arc done :] #alcohol mention

[astrangelady]

“You going to any parties this weekend?” Derek asks out of nowhere. Stiles looks at him confused.

“Uh, no?” Stiles looks at Derek for clarification.

“Good. We can hang out. Tomorrow night after dinner?”

Derek is changing the subject. Okay. Fair enough. It probably is stressful to talk about going back to school and having his mom around.

Stiles smiles. “Yeah. Tomorrow night, let’s do it. A final hoorah,” Because after Friday, they won’t need to hang out anymore. Derek will have his life back.

Still. It feels good to know Derek still wants him to be around him for at least a little while longer. Stiles is going to enjoy it while it lasts. Before Derek goes back to being Derek Hale, king of the school, and won’t need Stiles Stilinski, official loser and accused narc to be his only social outlet.

“And for the record, I don’t go to parties. Last week was a fluke. An awful fluke.”

“What even happened that was so bad? You never said,” Derek is watching him closely, Stiles can tell he’s very interested in the answer. He’s asked before, on Monday, but Stiles skirted the topic and gave a blow-off answer. Stiles kind of figured the subject was dropped forever, but apparently, it’s been on Derek’s mind.

“It just wasn’t fun,” Stiles says, shrugging. “I ran into my old friend, Erica. I mentioned her already,” again, Derek doesn’t react to Erica’s name at all. “Erica Reyes?”

Derek nods. “Yeah, I remember her name,” He says.

He sighs. “Okay, well it was cool to see her and well… I guess she knew the guy I like who invited me and she doesn’t think he’s a good guy and that sucked because I think she’s right,” Stiles bites his lip. He feels defeated admitting all this. It just sucks to know the huge crush he’s had since the ninth grade is an asshole. “I didn’t want to talk about it before, it was just too embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? What happened?” Derek is the one to look confused now. His arms are crossed and his left eyebrow is raised.

Stiles can feel his heartbeat pick up in his chest. It starts to pound loudly in his chest as he remembers the awful stench of beer on Elliot and how close he got, how his hands were touching parts of Stiles he wasn’t ready for yet.

“Stiles,” Derek’s hand is on his. “Are you okay?”

Stiles’ head jerks forward to nod. “No-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, it was dumb. I don’t want to talk about it,” He digs his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I should get home,” He pulls his hand away from Derek’s, and climbs inside his jeep. Derek moves and waves him off, but Stiles can see the worry plain as day on Derek’s face.

Stiles is fine. It just felt weird to think about Elliot and what happened Saturday night. He’s been avoiding thinking about it, so it just caught him off guard to have it brought up, that’s all.

That’s all.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek au #sterek rp #lydia martin #allison argent #scott mccall #sterek fics #ao3 #teen wolf au #beta reader

[jasina85]

ITS A BIG ONE 💥, 🌙, 🕷️, 🙉, 🎁, 💘, 💗, ❤️, 💙, 💖

For both Olivia and Sonia!

Here we go! Double serving of hot vampire facts!

💥 Olivia: Helpless. If there's one thing Olivia hates, it's being unable to do anything when she thinks she should or considers it her responsibility. When it happens, she usually falls back on anger to mask it.

Sonia: She can't really stand condescension. She understands that sometimes she has to defer to those above her in the hierarchy, but the moment someone flaunts their position over her, she becomes prone to start plotting to show them just how poor of a decision that was.

🌙 Olivia: To have a family. She has that now (in some ways, she got more than she asked for) and can cross it off the list. And yes, she is willing to kill to protect that family.

Sonia: Having her restaurants gain global recognition. National fame just isn't enough when it comes to her cooking and she's not above playing dirty, usually by discrediting her competition.

🕷️ Olivia: Her biggest fear is being left entirely alone, with no one to care about her. Growing up an orphan, she desperately wanted someone to give a damn, and while it's not AS overt anymore, she still very much does. She doesn't really have mundane fears, but the more she learns of her clan's antideluvian, the more she fears being subsumed by him.

Sonia: Sonia does not fear, she is the one others fear. Why be afraid, when she's arguably the scariest person in the (dimly lit) room? The one fear she had (though she'd never admit it) is her sire, whom she diablerised) slowly driving her insane and manipulating her from beyond the grave.

🙉 Olivia: HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE DARK MOTHER?! Thanks to her wife, Olivia is a devout Bahari and she is not particularly shy about her faith, or about sharing her faith with people who're willing to listen.

Sonia: She will happily talk your ear off about Italian cooking. You will listen, that is non-negotiable, the door is already locked and your shadow gave her the key.

🎁 Olivia: She's not used to getting presents at all, so just the fact that someone would give her one is usually enough to make her emotional. Still, she's usually fairly practical, and appreciates gifts she can make use of. As for giving gifts, she's generally the kind of person to ask what someone would want, rather than try to guess.

Sonia: Presents are mostly a way to gain favor to her. Sonia's painfully practical, though most of the gifts she gives are ceremonial. She'd be happy to receive a gift with some tangible meaning behind it, like something symbolizing a guarantee of support.

💘 Olivia: She wouldn't admit to it, but she does believe in love at first sight. As for desirable traits, she values people who are willing to compromise for the sake of their partner and treating her as an equal.

Sonia: She doesn't. She frankly finds it difficult on most nights to NOT see love as transactional, or in terms of alliance. Her ideal partner would further and protect her interests first.

💗 Olivia: It usually takes a little bit for her to admit she's interested in someone, but once it happens, she tries (and fails) to give subtle hints that she's interested. She also tends to lower her guard around her crushes. It happened with her wife, Harmony and a bit more explosively with her boyfriend, Elliot (on account of him being mortal.)

Sonia: She keeps her attraction close to the chest and doesn't really let it show, unless she sees signs of mutual interest. She tends to keep an air of decorum about it. She's of an older date, so she prefers to wait for the other party to come forward first.

❤️ Olivia: She becomes very caring and protective of her love interests. She's not really a selfish lover, but she's definitely quick to become overprotective.

Sonia: Support in her partner's endeavours, be they political or personal. Need to bend the ear of someone important? She'll call in favors so you get their time. Someone causing you problems? She'll remove them.

💙 Olivia: Dear god, does she. She becomes much less animated without her wife being around. They see each other pretty much every day, but when they don't, it's fairly obvious she's missing something. Running away from Harmony following the death of her sire took a serious toll on Olivia, doubly so when it was entirely her own fault, and she never really forgiven herself for it.

Sonia: She's not really prone to missing people. To Sonia, people come and go as they fall in and out of favor, and to a degree, this pragmatism also applies to love. Still, if she becomes fond of someone, she'll gladly reminisce about them, but their absence doesn't really affect them in a perceivable manner.

💖 Olivia: A bit of both? She's not above public displays of affection and frankly, shortly after she and Harmony started dating she practically flaunted their relationship in Elysium. She's a little more reserved with Elliot, but mostly because they also work together and she doesn't want their relationship to disrupt their work.

Sonia: She's definitely a subtle lover. It's less about grand displays and more about the little things to let her love know she approciates her. That can get a little difficult when you go for over 50 years without seeing each other, but she hopes these little comforts make up for it.

#olivia heller #sonia gianino #vtm oc #ask game #aaaaaaa thank you for the ask #it's prolly obvious Olivia's more fleshed out out of the two but this really helped me develop Sonia more too #good chemicals have been dispensed #vampire the masquerade #Tzimisce #Lasombra #vtm

[spotsandsocks]

Get to to know me

Tagged by @buddierights 🥰

Fave ship: buddie consumes me

First ship: probably bones and castle - don’t think I knew what shipping was then and don’t know their ship name. Macdanno was top ship for a while and got invested at a distance with Elliot/Quentin in Magicians which ended badly to say the least! Then buddie got hold of me!

Last song: is this what it feels like to feel like this The wombats

Currently reading: I have trouble reading these days, find it difficult to focus especially on anything new. Dip into fanfics still but even that is less frequent. I am thinking of a re read of guards guards by Terry Prachett just bought a fancy new hardback version.

Last movie: Arthur Christmas

Currently watching: just finished Wednesday again have to be very motivated to try something new. Watching the new Willow as well and Rewatching Bones on season 7.

Consuming: nothing I’m in bed

Craving: nothing in particular right now

Currently working on got a prince/knight au for buddie aufest to work and/or an author! Buck au also a Christmas fic I don’t think I’ll get done before Christmas but fingers crossed before new year!!

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @loveyourownsmiilee @elvensorceress @ajunerose if they fancy doing this

#ask games

[daydreamslikewaves]

Re: EO predictions (ahead of SVU x OC Crossover but also in general)

Don’t know if anyone else feels this way but I’m almost 100% certain that when they film the EO kiss it will be a) indoors (away from people snapping pics outside) and b) totally unexpected aka no hints will be given that it’ll happen. No insinuating promos, no nothing. As with any crossover, I keep my fingers crossed, but if it doesn’t happen in this one then I’d go the extra mile and say that they might not even announce Chris/Mariska as a guest star on the other show so that it’s a complete surprise (though not sure how transparent they have to be about this, or how easy it is to sneak that info out).

With the whole bait and switch promo, when I saw it, I did think that they were riling us up for something that ultimately wasn’t going to happen (kiss). I genuinely think when the time comes it will catch everyone off guard.

Part of me feels like we might not even get to see the actual ‘getting together’ part of it; what we’ll get is a sudden view of an established relationship (i.e domestic, Olivia getting home late and opening the door of her bedroom, having a conversation with someone who turns out to be Elliot reading in bed or something).

I’ve gone back and forth over this and have come to the conclusion that it would be a massive cop-out if it happened like that. We deserve to see how these two people finally collide together, after so much pain and pining. I’d go as far as to say it would be a massive disservice to Olivia and Elliot as complex characters with an even more complex relationship to just suddenly jump to them in a relationship with no idea how it came to be.

#l&o: svu #law and order special victims unit #svu oc #svu fandom #elliot x olivia #eo #olivia benson #elliot stabler #law and order organized crime #christopher meloni #mariska hartigay #bensler

[the-institute-rpg]

EVENT : spring punishment

You didn’t really think it was that simple, did you? A day in chains, just enduring a little pain? No, for such egregious disrespect, there must be real consequences. And how can anyone learn their lesson without truly participating in the fallout?

Each member of Group A has been secretly matched with three members of Group B, and vice versa. Throughout the day, people from each group will be magically silenced--no apologies or clues as to their identity here--and forced, through magic or compulsion, to participate in the punishment of the three people they have been matched with. And there will be no weepy apologies and regaining of trust afterwards. All those punished will be enchanted so that they are unable to tell anyone the identities of the people they tortured. Your pathetic guilt will be your own cross to bear, as will the mystery of who tortured you.

OOC INFO:

On Saturday, each person from Group B will be magically gagged so they cannot make any sound, and brought to the quad, where they will be compelled to use, hurt, and punish three members of Group A. On Sunday, this process will be reversed, with every member of Group A being forced to use, hurt, and punish three members of Group B. Each participant will thus be tortured by three people, and torture three people. Participants will not be aware of this twist until they are made to punish someone. 

Participants will be enchanted or compelled--depending on their species’ susceptibility to compulsion--to torture each other, but will remain aware of their actions and know that they are acting against their will. No particular method of torture is enforced; you may decide for yourself what they are compelled to do. Guards will have whips, paddles, floggers and the like available, and you may headcanon any other implements.

Those being tortured will remain blindfolded and deafened while the unwilling participants are present. Those torturing will be magically unable to speak or make a sound, but will otherwise have the use of their mouths.

All participants will be enchanted so that they are unable to tell anyone the identities of the people they tortured. This includes confirming the identity if someone asks or guesses.

The admins have randomly assigned one character for each participant to torture, for a total of two random assignments each--one random person to torture, and one random person to be tortured by.

For the other two out of three, you may plot with anyone from the opposite group, so go ahead and force your character to torture their friends, lovers, or whatever your twisted little heart desires.

If you do not wish to thread or plot all six interactions, you may choose to headcanon that any number of them occurred with NPCs. As long as you headcanon that your character tortured three people, and was tortured by three mystery people, only the randomly matched pairs are required. 

Random pairs can be found under the cut, sorted by group. Find your character’s name on each list, as punisher and punishee.

Group A

These punishments occur on Sunday, when Group B is in the quad

Alexander Black must punish Scarlett McKnight

Alfie Norris must punish Daisy Lynch

Angelina Andrews must punish Elise Nyland 

Atticus Carmine must punish Noah Wright

Ava Montgomery must punish Elliot Raws

Ciaran O’Bryan must punish Malon Savaris

Elijah Scott must punish Nova Walker

Evander Kasyade must punish Layla DuBois

Evelyn Stratford must punish Tae Lee 

Fayeth Araven must punish Theodore Stott

Frankie Vanderbilt must punish Dominik Ruthingham 

Genevieve Wranmyer must punish Damien Black

Gulana Alim must punish Freya Lund

Jude Rigby must punish Tessa Fuchs

Katell Brightwood must punish Dylan Altomare 

Kylie Danvers must punish Dhanial Lyman

Leo Weatherington must punish Edmund Elofsen

Levi Matthews must punish Wilder Hayes 

Lily Lynch must punish Finn Carlyle

Malakai Nolan must punish Avery Fellhaven 

Margeaux Adkins must punish Grace Carleton 

Orion Campbell must punish Tilly Beaumont 

Owen Jackson must punish Dougal McLeod 

Persephone Clay must punish Leib Edelman

Qhuinn Fontenot must punish Felix Martin

Rowan Aubri must punish Aiden Wentworth 

Sabrina Christiansen must punish Chase Walker

Sasha Bell must punish Ash Romero

Stephen White must punish Magnus Kusihamar 

Sunshine Bunny must punish James Donovan

Thalia Moore must punish Skyler Campbell 

Thomas Chandler must punish Isabel Hai Phan 

Tommy Heavyshield must punish Xavier Lennon 

Violet Lynch must punish Judith Gilmore-Green 

Group B

These punishments occur on Saturday, when Group A is in the quad

Aiden Wentworth must punish Sunshine Bunny 

Ash Romero must punish Elijah Scott 

Avery Fellhaven must punish Genevieve Wranmyer 

Chase Walker must punish Alexander Black 

Daisy Lynch must punish Persephone Clay 

Damien Black must punish Evelyn Stratford 

Dhanial Lyman must punish Stephen White 

Dominik Ruthingham must punish Qhuinn Fontenot 

Dougal McLeod must punish Frankie Vanderbilt 

Dylan Altomare must punish Gulana Alim 

Edmund Elofsen must punish Leo Weatherington 

Elise Nyland must punish Sasha Bell 

Elliot Raws must punish Rowan Aubri 

Felix Martin must punish Malakai Nolan 

Finn Carlyle must punish Thalia Moore 

Freya Lund must punish Sabrina Christiansen 

Grace Carleton must punish Violet Lynch 

Isabel Hai Phan must punish Kylie Danvers

James Donovan must punish Katell Brightwood 

Judith Gilmore-Green must punish Fayeth Araven

Layla DuBois must punish Angelina Andrews 

Leib Edelman must punish Levi Matthews 

Magnus Kusihamar must punish Thomas Chandler 

Malon Savaris must punish Lily Lynch 

Noah Wright must punish Alfie Norris 

Nova Walker must punish Jude Rigby

Scarlett McKnight must punish  Owen Jackson 

Skyler Campbell must punish Atticus Carmine 

Tae Lee must punish Margeaux Adkins 

Tessa Fuchs must punish Orion Campbell 

Theodore Stott must punish Ciaran O’Bryan 

Tilly Beaumont must punish Ava Montgomery 

Wilder Hayes must punish Tommy Heavyshield

Xavier Lennon must punish Evander Kasyade 

#theinstituteevent #spring punishment event

[house-of-slayterr]

Hello self-claimed friend! Another though came to mind... What if y/n had a friend like Elliot from Euphoria? Cause I feel like Mags might pass out when she discovers them doing drugs together.

Maggie:

Also in Euphoria Elliot (kinda, I mean...) ruined Rue and Jules's relationship, so I feel like Maggie might get bad vibes. I can see her being on edge with the new possible home wrecker. This new character might get in the way of bringing mommy and daddy together 😆 (I'm sorry idk why this is kinda funny to me)

Euphoria in Dystopia:

So sorry this took so long love, I've been in and out of the hospital. But I think this is a devilish idea! I chose to change the name a bit because why not.

Tags: @howl-fantasies @keffirinne

TW: Drug use, I do not condone the glorification of said actions, but I do not condemn the people trapped in its cycle. Please reach out for help if you're struggling, your life is worth it.

Y/N POV:

I was on another inevitable path to self-destruction. It felt nice every once in a while to assure my own demise instead of someone else's. I sharpened my blades with reckless abandon as I let my thoughts carry me far away from this bleak reality. Victor broke my trust, and now I was going to break him into a bunch of minuscule pieces and feed him to the rats.

I'd sent Maggie to the store to get some supplies, I was sure she'd be out the whole day. It wouldn't be easy for someone like her to navigate the streets of the narrows alone. But I knew she could handle herself, she'd just be on a wild goose chase for a while. Long enough for me to make up my mind without her pesky interface. I swore sometimes that girl didn't have a menacing bone in her body. How could she be so open to forgiveness at a time like this? Why was she so attainment on making me forgive that traitor?

I'd have his head on a stake before I let him crawl back into my life. That was one thing Carmine taught me well, better than my own father did. Yet little miss goodie two shoes remained adamant that I get back together with my lying scheming husband. Sometimes I hated her for her optimism.

I glared at my phone as it rang from across the room. When the jingle started over I knew I couldn't escape the call.

"Hello." I breathed down the line, an heir of exhaustion hanging from my voice.

"Ciao mio vecchio amico!" a voice I hadn't heard in a long time spoke.

"Elios?"

"How's my Belladonna doing?"

"What do you want?" "Well, that's no way to greet a friend, open the door, I come bearing gifts."

I cocked my gun, checking the peephole to ensure it was really him. I unlocked the door and pulled him inside.

"Woah, what's with the hostility Amour Mio? Vickey really got you that bent out of shape?"

"Don't mention his name!" I seethed.

"Got it, I won't mention Voldermort again."

"I hate that I understand your childish reference."

"Yeah, but you love me though. Besides, I brought the foodstuff. The best way to forget an Ex, is to forget everything."

I smiled at him, the kind of smile that would make most people uncomfortable. But Elios excepted it with open arms. He always did, excepted every part of me. It was intoxicating being loved by him in such an unconditional way. Though not always romantic, it was appreciated.

An hour later we were reminiscing on old times, so coked out and cross faded, I was surprised I could even think in full sentences. It had been a long time since I'd been on anything harder than top-shelf liquor from Carmine's stash. I missed feeling like this, not having a care in the world, feeling safe, not on guard. But this moment wouldn't last forever.

I heard the key to the door turn, but I didn't bother to arm myself. Elios gave me a weird look.

"Since when did you become less jumpy? Not so trigger happy now are we sweetheart?"

I rolled my eye, shoving his face back into the couch. I watched as Maggie strolled in. Her eyes were on the floor as she greeted me.

"I got the stuff you asked for. I don't think I want to know what you're gone use... any, of this for. Don't you already have enough knives-"

She finally glanced up, seeing the dishevelled state of the apartment, of me.

"Who's this?" Her voice was cold, calculated.

"The names Elios Sweetness, what's yours?" He purred.

Elios had a one-track mind almost all the time, but especially when he was on heavy drugs. It was kinda pathetic, in an almost endearing sort of way. He was like a lost puppy, looking for its master. I watched her outwardly shutter at the nickname, Victor's nickname for me. I wouldn't admit that it stung to hear.

"Yeah, Elios was it? You don't have my permission to call me that."

She set down the bag on the table, kicking the door shut behind her before locking it again.

"Easy toots, didn't mean any harm."

She blew him off, making her way to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea like she always did. It was strange how comfortable she felt in my house, around me. I was like a ticking time bomb, and she was certainly in my blast radius.

"Dove hai trovato questa persona innocente?" Elios mused.

"Mi crederesti se ti dicessi che i poliziotti l'hanno portata da me?" I joked.

He raised a curious brow to me.

"Impossibile, è incapace di essere subdola. Dove l'hai trovata davvero?"

"Osservare."

"Magnolia, darling can you bring me the bag in the cupboard next to the freezer?"

"Just a second." She shouted from her spot in the kitchen.

She came to sit on the other end of the room, her tea in one hand and my bag of goodies in the other. She gently placed it in my hand before returning to her spot. She sipped her tea with the ever-present smile on her face. The one a child wore on Christmas. How was she always this happy? It was almost disgusting. But I could tell she was on edge, she didn't like my company.

"How was your day?" She asked me.

I chuckled lightly.

"It's getting better. ELios here brought some fun with him?"

"I'm not sure I want to know your definition of fun either."

"How were the Narrows?" I mused.

"Don't go there right now, don't think I didn't know that little mission you sent me on was just to get me out of the house. I'm not entirely naive. I only completed it because I was curious. Now that curiosity is dead. I want no part in whatever you're planning, but I guess it's nice to see you not moping around for once."

I scoffed. "I don't mope."

She sipped her tea in silence, looking at me with her judgy little eye over the rim. She crossed her legs in a condescending manner, almost as if she were moonlighting as the mother figure this time. It was kinda cute, watching her try to play the manipulation game. She got up for a moment to go grab her book from the other room, another one gifted to her from this J.T. I honestly should look into this secret admirer of hers, but she didn't seem worried about it. You could never truly trust anyone in Gotham.

Elios gave me a mischievous look. I raised a brow at him.

"She needs to loosen up, don't you think?"

Normally I wouldn't approve, but this was harmless, right? I was right here, he didn't mean her any harm. Maggie really did need to stop playing mother hen and have some fun for once. He slipped a small amount of MDMA into her tea and stirred it with his finger, before offering it to me to lick clean. By the time Maggie came back, we were full-on making out on the couch.

"Really? I leave the room for two seconds. You both are worse than teenagers."

"What are you, my mother?"

She glared at me before taking another sip of her drink and cracking open her book. Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis. I gave her my best innocent smirk and continued to make out with Elios after flipping her off. She rolled her eyes and continued reading. Elios and I made a silent bet over how long it would take the drugs to kick in.

I watched as she became antsy in her seat, fighting with her book page every once and a while. This should be fun. She cleared her throat, excusing herself from the room.

Maggie's POV:

My entire body felt strange, I could practically feel every particle in the air touching my skin. My brain felt fuzzy, like how it did whenever I would get sick. I couldn't be disassociating now, not when Y/N was acting so reckless. Olive never told me what happens when I go away, just that he prefers it when I'm here. I didn't want to go away, not now, not ever.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin felt clammy. The room felt like it was spinning, and I was with it. But everything felt upsideown. I splashed some water in my face, looked into the mirror and jumped back at what I saw. She didn't look like me, but of course, she was me. The girl before e looked tired, mentally at least.

I pushed the thought away, shaking my head as I left the bathroom, I couldn't let Y/N know I felt wrong, she'd see me as weaker than I already am. And with her new friend being here, it wasn't safe. So, I pretend everything was fine, despite the heavy pull on my brain, whipping very coherent thought I had from my frontal cortex. Maybe if I turned on some music, I could pretend t think clearly. I'm sure the two horn dogs on the couch wouldn't mind. Music had always been my escape, but only Oliver and Thea had heard me sing before.

I walked over to my speaker and turned on my playlist. I had to admit, the longer I looked at this stranger, the nicer he looked. I hummed the tune lightly as I made my way around the room, looking at random things like they were the most interesting thing in the world. I didn't even feel the four sets of eyes that were on me near the end of the song.

"You've got a lovely voice Kitten, you should sing us something." Elios complemented.

I desperately fought the blush creeping onto my cheeks. Why was I so easily flustered right now?

"He's right, I didn't know you could sing. Go on..." Y/N encouraged>

Really what did I have to lose? It's not exactly like this was some embracing screen that Y/N could use against me.

The next song on my playlist kicked up and I let my body flow to the music, letting my brain completely give way to this odd feeling.

"You like control, well I do too... take off my clothes and watch me move." I sang.

The clothes on my skin felt tighter, constricting. I hated the feeling.

"Help me with the zipper on my skirt, it's stuck. As you kneel, I'll be watching you fix me. This view of you, of the top of your head, makes me forgive you."

My brain wandered to Jim, back to that night. It all suddenly seemed clear in my head. Every memory flooding back.

"But your skin, did you notice your skin it cries a soft weep like mine."

I made my way back over to the couches, ignoring the eyes intently watching me. Soaking in my every move like I was the only thing in the room.

"How 'bout, how 'bout just a part of you..."

I was suddenly close to Elios, close enough to notice the detail now. I could see why Y/N Liked him. He was easy on the eyes, but clearly, he had to have a darkness about him that she would fall for.

"'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want... I want, I want, I want, I want, I want-" I trailed off.

I pulled him into a forceful kiss, which was unlike me. But it was nice, somehow exciting yet peaceful. Like I didn't have a single care in the world. He didn't pull away, instead choosing to bite deeply into my lower lip. I could feel the heat rise to the area as flesh and blood fell from the wound.

I licked at his lip, shoving my tongue down his throat, letting him taste my blood as I explored. Behind me, Y/N reached for the absinthe that had been sitting on the coffee table. Had they really been drinking that heavily earlier? But my thoughts were quickly brought back when Elios trailed a hand up my shirt, pulling a whimper out of me. God, I wasn't usually this needy.

Y/N sipped her beverage as she watched, a smirk permanently plastered on her face. What did they do to me? Those bastards, when my brain was clear I'd give her a piece of my mind. I threw my hand back, not breaking away from the kiss, as a grabbed the drink from her hand. I finally broke the friction, much to his dismay and gulped down the rest of her drink.

Fuck it, maybe I didn't want to remember tonight either. They always say if you can't beat them, join them. She let out a laugh, snatching the cup back from me and pouring more.

"Somebodies having fun, finally."

"Well excuse me for not relishing in your anguish Mon Ami. I'm not like you, remember?"

"Really, cause you all over Elios like I was the first time we met."

I looked back at the man in question and watched as he pulled something out of a bag in his pocket. He placed the contents of the bag on his tongue before pulling me in for another kiss, slipping whatever it was onto my own tongue. I fought to keep my brain stable, but it was a losing game. I knew I'd crash and burn, hard, soon.

I couldn't understand why Y/N insted on dragging me into all of her bullshit? Though I suppose it was my fault for caring even after the many warnings she gave me. She was going off the deep end, and I was sinking right with her. Where the hell was Victor when you needed him? Funny that a psychopath is the bolt level-headed one of us. Elios was dangerous, but every part of me craved that right now.

I tugged off my shirt, overwhelmed by the feeling of the fabric caressing my skin.

"Somebodies eager." He purred in my ear.

I rolled my eyes, pushing him down on the couch. The part of me that was still lucid was more desperate.

"What did you give me?" I slurred out.

"Nothing much, just something to help you relax sweetheart. Y/N favourite cocktail."

"Foolish of you to think she can handle that much Baby. I mean, she is just a baby after all, Isn't that right Maggie?" Y/N taunted.

"I can handle whatever this is, fuck you very much!"

"Whatever you say Sugar."

She lit a smoke, blowing it into my face.

"But if you're not gonna fuck him, I will." She finished.

I glared, pouting.

"What, still have that pipe dream of Mommy and Daddy getting back together? Not gonna happen Kiddo. Daddy bit the bullet, and he bit it hard. Something I have no doubt hell do over and over because he takes whatever I give him. Maybe you should learn a little something from Victor on that front, Doll."

She lifted me, almost too easily from my spot on the couch. Granted I didn't put up much of a fight, not that I could. I watched from my little corner of the world as they went at each other like starved animals. I knew she was just doing this to hurt Victor in some way, the only way she could truly do that was by hurting herself. The same way Jim was hurting me every time he ran right back into Lee's arms. That dreadful woman, I did not envy her one bit. Gotham would be her downfall, as it appears we shared the same fate. Doomed to love a man who was never truly available. Forced to watch as our lives crumble from the outside in, just pawns in the grand joke that was Gotham City.

AN: Not that I don't respect Maggie's right to be a whore, cause she's doing great at it. But I really have to stop traumatising her by making her sleep with certain people when she won't remember it.. why am I so mean to her? She doesn't deserve this. Also ouch Y/N being a bitch and using the nickname even though she knows about Maggie's other half. Brutal.

#maggie #magnolia blossom #elliot #euphoria #euphoria hbo #gotham oc #gotham #gotham imagine #victor zsasz #Y/N zsasz #gotham x reader #jim gordon #jim gordon x reader #dissociative alters

[starlingsrps]

before the blur, there you were.

his future wife is laughing at a truly shitty joke when elliot sees her for the first time. 

he doesn’t need to hear it - he’d been stuck with lew in the trip here and none of his jokes were particularly good but that never stopped him. they were also all long. great for killing time over the atlantic but he’s stuck behind him in line at the club mobile. he had started wanting just a little coffee, something to take the edge off of another early morning and clear the cobwebs in his brain.

she’s new or newer, at least. he’s used to the last round of red cross girls and still getting to know the new ones. mary is nice enough and he’s a little afraid of helen - he thinks they all are - but he’s yet to get the name of the third which is just rude of him really.

she’s probably the prettiest thing he’s seen since getting here. she has dark hair and blue eyes, the same combination he sees in the mirror every day so nothing out of the ordinary there. she’s…light. it’s the only word he can think of. she’s beautiful but it’s her smile, the way she listens with her whole body, attention never leaving lew (who mercifully seems to be approaching the punchline). there’s a hint of a dimple in her cheek and when she laughs, it sounds real. it slips into his bloodstream and he wants to hear it again and again, be the one to make her laugh until it’s the only thing he hears. 

at this point he doesn’t even want the damn coffee. he just wants a look at her, see if he can catch her name so he can get his focus back where it needs to be. he’s supposed to be flying a plane in under an hour. he can’t be distracted- distracted makes you dumb, dumb makes you dead.

it’s his turn and when he steps up to the counter. there’s a dingy light over her head that almost makes her glow. now he knows he’s being dumb - there’s no way in hell that thing has ever been cleaned. she leans forward on her elbows and turns that smile on him. he’s pretty sure a bomb could drop on his head right now and he wouldn’t notice. “morning captain. get you anything?”

he shakes his head and leans his elbows on the edge of the counter. “i’m fine. just wanted a look at you.”

“that’s a terrible line,” she laughs. it’s not a mean laugh but it does make him realize what an absolutely terrible opener that was.

“i’m not good at lines,” he says, shaking his head. “sorry. you hear those a lot, don’t you?”

“oh just a few but it’s still early so you’re first of the day. you’re sure you don’t want anything?”

“just your name. put me out of my misery.”

she at least seems to be entertained which makes him feel a little less like an idiot. this is the kind of thing hatcher makes look easy but elliot has always been too straight forward with a 50/50 success rate - sometimes charming, sometimes putting his foot in his mouth. her smile is brighter, a little less guarded, so maybe he’s doing alright.

“eleanor howard,” she says. she drops her chin to her chest and laughs before looking back at him. “nell. my mother calls me eleanor when i’m in trouble. i don’t know why i told you that.”

“i don’t believe you,” he says. “you haven’t been in trouble for a minute in your life.”

she tips her hand back and forth. “maybe, maybe not. there’s a line captain-?”

“holland. elliot. elliot holland. do you want my serial?”

“captain holland.” he likes how she says it, edged with fondness and rolling right over the l’s. “there’s a line.”

he looks behind him - three lieutenants and hatcher. “i outrank them.”

she laughs again, this one slipping even deeper into his bloodstream. “fine but there’s a mission.”

he looks to the waiting jeeps, the pointed expression on indigo’s face that they’ll wait but not for much fucking longer, and back to nell. his chute is over his shoulder and he’s got work to do but he’d almost rather stay here. “got me there.”

“you better go. do i say good luck? i’m still trying to figure that out.”

“let’s go with see you later.”

she smiles again, this one softer. “then i’ll see you later.”

he smiles back and taps his knuckles on the side of the club mobile, the closest he comes to being superstitious. he’s not sure if he needs it today. her laugh feels like all the good luck he’ll ever need. “i’ll see you later.”

#type: writing #s: elliot x nell #verse: at the end of the world