#little becky two shoes

[joelsgreys]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 12

Abby didn’t enjoy her first morning as a woman with no bladder or bowel control. She let out an ear-piercing shriek when she woke up to find the big-breasted ‘Nanny’ from the day before bending over her with a finger slipped inside the leg-band of her soaking wet night-time diaper.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetie,” the woman cooed. “Nanny’s just checking your nappy. It looks like someone made lots of wee-wees during beddy-byes, didn’t she? Yes she did! Yes she did! Wittle Abby-wabby’s got a very soggy bum-bum!”

Abby felt herself burning with humiliation. “You can’t tawk to me wike dat!” she squealed, sitting up in bed and feeling her clammy wet diaper squishing unpleasantly beneath her. It was only then that she realised her thumb was in her mouth. She yanked it out at once.

The woman tittered. “You’re a big baby who can’t even wipe her own bottom, sweetie,” she said. “I can talk to you however I like.” Her motherly expression turned a little more sinister. “And if I don’t like your tone, I could leave you in that nasty nappy all day, no matter how wet and messy you make it. Is that what you want?”

Abby went cold. She couldn’t change herself. If she didn’t do what this bitch said then she’d have to stay in this disgusting thing for who knows how long – and she needed to keep her mind on the challenge today, not on the state of her pants. This would be the final one, the most important of all, her last and only chance to get back to normal and avoid the Magician’s sick, twisted punishments. And if she won, she’d get three wishes. Anything she wanted!

Her lower lip stuck itself out in a pout. “Sowwy Nanny,” she mumbled meekly.

Nanny smirked. “Good girl. Now let’s get that yucky-wucky diapee off your cute little tushy!”

Abby’s second nappy change as an adult was no less humiliating than her first. Nanny took her sweet time, making sure to coo at her in sickeningly sweet baby talk and tickle her tummy at random intervals. “P-U!” she cried theatrically, pinching her nose as she held up Abby’s sodden, yellowed diaper. “This icky thing is absolutely soaked! What a little pee-pee pants you are, Abby! I’d never have guessed you used to be a sexy, grown-up woman. You look just like a smelly little baby to me!”

Abby cringed and clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of Nanny’s taunts as the older woman got to work wiping her clean with a pack of baby wipes.

“And here’s a nice, new nappy,” Nappy said happily, slipping one under Abby’s bottom, “for the next time you need to make a pee-pee, or drop a stinky load in your pants.”

Abby couldn’t prevent a pathetic, whimpering sob from leaving her lips as Nanny finished taping a fresh diaper around her waist. But at least it was over. Nanny helped her off the bed and got her dressed – tugging a pair of white, semi-translucent tights over her bulging diaper-butt and pulling a tight pink t-shirt over her bare chest. Her tits were constrained almost painfully in the tiny thing. A pair of frilly socks, black schoolgirl shoes, and a bonnet later, and Abby was fully dressed for the day.

Nanny escorted her, toddling, to the kitchen, where Becky and the Magician were already seated. In front of Becky, and in front of the large highchair that was awaiting Abby, were two enormous bowls full of baby food. Feeling sick, but knowing there was much worse at stake, Abby allowed herself to be sat in the highchair and fed the bland-tasting mush. She barely even fussed as Nanny pushed spoonful after spoonful against her lips, smearing her lower face. She was too busy worrying about what the final challenge would be.

Becky, too, was nervous. She spooned her meal into her mouth by herself. At least she didn’t need someone to feed her, she thought, looking up at the mess the busty woman was getting all over her fellow contestant’s pretty face. She didn’t want to end up like that. It was bad enough being incontinent. She turned red as she remembered how she’d woken up that morning, right in the middle of messing her nappy. How could she ever think of herself as an adult if she was doing that all the time?! She couldn’t stand the thought of spending even one more day in diapers! She didn’t want to be an overgrown, pants-filling baby anymore! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t, spend the rest of her life waddling around in smelly Pampers like some horrid brat in daycare. She forced herself to get through the bowl of baby food, even knowing it would bring about a messy nappy sooner rather than later – it would be the last, she told herself firmly.

Once Becky was finished eating, and Nanny was slipping the last few spoonfuls of mush into Abby’s mouth, the Magician got to his feet. His handsome smile was more terrifying than ever. “Alright girls,” he said, the awful bright light dancing once again in his eyes. “It’s time for the fourth and final challenge. Three silly young ladies have already headed off to live their new, and much altered lives, and now it’s time to find out which of you will be joining them in their fates, and which will earn herself three wishes. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that unless you win, the changes you have at the moment will be permanent.” He savoured the last word, and Abby and Becky both shivered. “The final challenge,” he continued, “is very simple. The two of you will have a competition to see who can act the most babyish over the next few hours. The one who I decide has been the silliest, most ridiculous overgrown baby will win my little game.”

Abby and Becky stared at him wide-eyed, their mouths open. They could only win their adulthood back by outcompeting the other at being a stupid baby?!

The Magician cocked his head at them. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, grinning.

The two young women looked at one another, and then Becky immediately got off her chair and dropped to her hands and knees, babbling in meaningless baby talk. “Goo goo gah bah bah!” she prattled, dribbling down her chin. She started crawling over to the Magician.

Feeling mortified, Abby imitated Becky and hastily extracted herself from her highchair and sank onto all fours too. “Gah gah buh buh buh!” she babbled, drooling down her own chin and crawling towards the Magician herself. She could see the evil satisfaction in his face as he watched them approach.

Becky reached him first. She plopped back on her diapered bottom and looked up at him with her best, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. She raised her hands into the air and made little clenching movements. “Up!” she squealed. “Uppies, Dada!”

The Magician laughed delightedly. He reached down and, with surprising strength, lifted the babbling baby-woman into his arms, settling her on his hip and holding her tightly against himself. Then he looked appraisingly down at Abby, who had just reached his feet.

Abby sat back on her nappy, and was about to mimic Becky again when she stopped. That wouldn’t work. She couldn’t just do whatever Becky was doing – she’d lose for sure that way. She’d have to do something else. A loud, childish temper tantrum seemed like a good idea, as if she was jealous of Becky getting held instead of her. The sick freak would undoubtedly like that. She hated the Magician. She hated him more than anyone else in the world for what he’d done to her, for what he was making her do. But he was dangerous, and she’d play along with his perverted fantasies if it meant winning his insane game. She was a little girl who wanted her Daddy’s undivided attention, she told herself, and that stupid little brat Becky was stealing him away from her!

She hardly had to pretend. The changes the Magician had made to her the day before had ruined her ability to control her emotions like an adult. Angry that Becky was already beating her, and terrified of the consequences if she lost, the tears came in no time at all. Her bottom lip wobbled beneath her thumb, and Abby started to wail. She scrunched up her beautiful face, tears pouring down her cheeks, sobbing hysterically and taking great heaving breaths as she pounded her free hand petulantly against the floor. “WAAAAAAAAAH!” she wailed. “I WANT MY DADA!”

Suddenly, she felt his powerful arm scooping her up, supporting her under her thickly padded bottom and holding her close against his chest, just as he was doing with Becky. “Shhhh,” the Magician hushed her gently, and Abby actually felt a pleasant tingle run down her spine at the unexpected gentleness of his voice. “Shhhh, it’s okay, baby. There, there… Daddy’s here, little one. Daddy’s got you.” The Magician carried them out of the kitchen and further into the house, into a brightly decorated playroom littered with baby toys.

He set them down on the soft, carpeted floor, and Abby immediately got to work. With some difficulty, she yanked off her tight t-shirt and started bouncing and shaking her boobies, giggling like she’d found her new favourite toys. She could feel the Magician’s eyes on her, and she blew a dribbly raspberry that made a line of drool to spill down onto her bare breasts.

Becky started to strip as well, but her adult clothes were harder to remove while she was sitting on the floor. An idea occurred to her, and she looked up, pouting at the Magician. “Wanna be nakie giwl!” she cried.

Chuckling, the Magician knelt down and started taking off Becky’s jeans and tank top, until she too was dressed in nothing but her nappy, her perky tits wobbling stupidly on her chest as she crawled around the room playing with the infantile toys.

They played for some time, working as hard as they could to keep the looks of childish idiocy on their faces while they bashed blocks together, shook rattles, and snuggled with teddy bears. Abby didn’t even have to fake it – after only a few shakes of a rattle she was staring at it avidly, cooing and gurgling, utterly entranced. It sounded so pretty and tinkly! Pretty, tinkly sound… She might have sat there all day playing with her rattle, had she not gotten the sudden, overpowering urge to shove it in her mouth. She came to her senses the moment before it happened, blushing scarlet at the thought of how enamoured she’d been by this stupid baby toy (she had to get back to normal), but there was nothing she could do to stop her body cramming the rattle between her lips and sucking on it enthusiastically. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Right at that moment, Abby’s bladder released without warning, and she felt her diaper getting soggier and soggier beneath her bottom as she pissed into it helplessly. It felt revolting, but she made sure to keep a blank, babyish look on her face as the front of her nappy discoloured. The Magician was surely watching for any sign of un-babyish behaviour, and babies didn’t care if they went pee-pee. She popped the rattle out of her mouth and let out another stream of ridiculous baby babble. But then, as she started crawling over to a large, fluffy teddy bear, something else happened. Something more than pee. For the second time in her adult life, Abby’s bowel’s rumbled into action beyond her control. Before she could really register what was about to happen, it was already happening. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ shape as an enormous yucky mess filled her diaper, making her padded pants sag halfway down her thighs with the weight of her load.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, exactly the same thing was happening to Becky. She was more used to the sensation of her pants filling with poop without warning, but it didn’t make it any less disgusting. Still, as poo-poo filled her nappy, she was able to keep her face relatively blank and dopey, as though she’d barely even realised what had happened. A grown woman who couldn’t even tell when she messed herself – the Magician would love that, she was sure.

Although she was trying as hard as she could, unlike Becky, Abby wasn’t able to keep the look of revulsion off her face. She knew the Magician must have seen. Babies didn’t think sitting in dirty diapers was disgusting. They didn’t care. She had to do something to make up for her mistake, and quickly. She had no idea when the challenge might end! Putting on her best bratty, mischievous face, Abby grinned up at the Magician. She hated him with all her heart. She knew she would never be able to look at herself the same way in the mirror after what she was about to do, but if it meant avoiding a terrible, terrible fate, it would be worth it. She sat back firmly on her full nappy, feeling the horrible mess in her pants squish against her bottom. It took all her self-control not to gag. Then, with a moronic giggle, she started bouncing up and down on her bum, squealing loudly and clapping her hands.

Becky watched, but didn’t move. She could see the Magician looking at her, waiting to see whether she’d copy Abby. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t stand it! The mess beneath her bottom was so disgusting! She couldn’t bounce up and down on it like some mucky baby! Those were the worst kind of diapers she had to change at daycare, the ones where the awful little urchins decided to make the mess in their pants even messier, and make the job of cleaning them up an absolute nightmare for her. The other daycare workers, the stupid women who’d chosen to look after smelly, snot-nosed brats as their whole career, actually thought it was cute when the babies “made bouncies”. But Becky found it nauseating, and the idea of doing it herself was out of the question.

“All right, little ones,” the Magician said suddenly. “I’ve made my decision.”

They both stopped what they were doing and looked up at him fearfully. The Magician took each of them by the hand and pulled them to their feet. The two women stood there, tits out, legs pushed awkwardly apart by their full, sagging nappies, waiting for his judgement. The evil man looked at Abby, who felt her stomach lurch horribly, and then he turned his gaze to Becky. Abby was trembling. Was he going to tell Becky that she’d lost, or that she’d won?

“Sorry Becky,” the Magician said, “but I’ve decided little Abby was the most babyish, and that means, unfortunately, that you’re the loser.”

Abby took a deep breath. Wonderful relief was flooding through her body.

Becky, however, was shaking. “No…” she whispered, so quietly that Abby barely heard her.

“I don’t know what you were planning to do with your life, Becky,” said the Magician pleasantly, advancing on the quivering girl. “Maybe you were planning to go to law school, or train as a doctor, or maybe you just wanted to live an average life, but I’m afraid whatever it was, it won’t be happening now. You’ll be spending the rest of your days as a diaper-dependent adult toddler, a grown woman who stomps about with a smelly, loaded nappy swinging about between her legs. You’ll be dependent on real adults to check and change you, of course… and I know just the place to send you.” He waved his hand lazily, and a canary yellow frock with a smiling cartoon bee on the front appeared on Becky’s body.

Slowly, stiffly, Becky looked down at her new clothes, and recognised the uniform of the Buzzy Bees baby class at the daycare where she worked. Her poopy diaper was peeking out of the bottom.

Becky lost her mind. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching her head in her hands, her eyes wide and horrified.

Abby stared at the woman in horror, but the Magician just chuckled, as if the sight of the twenty-year-old woman’s mental breakdown was merely amusing to him. Becky looked utterly mad. She was screaming inarticulately, and staring straight ahead of her, as though she could see something they couldn’t – as if she was looking at her own future laid out in front of her, a life of stinky nappies and baby food and naptimes, a life stuck in nursery school forever, trapped in the one place she’d wanted desperately to get away from. In a way, she was getting what she wanted – she’d never have to change another dirty diaper again. She’d be too busy filling them. Becky screamed and screamed and screamed.

“That’s enough of your little tantrum, missy,” said the Magician, still sounding amused. “Time for you to go and join your new peers.” He snapped his fingers, and Becky vanished.

#mellowsadistic

[wormwoodandhoney]

heey laura!! may i ask/request you books that "warm the heart" bc the world is so chaotic that i need a getaway, like asap hehehe or a cozy vibes, kindness, you know?? *sighs* i need that hehe

absolutely!! i ADORE cozy, so this will actually be hard to narrow down. i'm not sure what genre of cozy you want, because cozy transcends genre, so here's a little bit of everything! if there's a specific genre you want, let me know!

fantasy & sci fi

the very secret society of irregular witches by sangu mandanna is one of my all time favorite books. about a lonely witch who is hired by a found family to teach their three young witches.

legends & lattes by travis baldree is the definitive cozy fantasy, about an orc who opens a coffee shop. very little plot, mostly vibes.

a proper dragon by eb wheeler is a regency fantasy romance with dragons.

a psalm for the wild-built and it's sequel by becky chambers is about a tea monk who meets a robot looking for the answer to the question "what does humanity need?"

romance

the banned bookshop of maggie banks by shauna robinson in which maggie agrees to help a friend run her bookshop in a small town dedicated to a historical author, in which the town's rules only allows books by this historical author or his contemporaries to be sold. maggie starts a secret, underground book club. maggie herself learns to love reading when she makes a deal with the handsome town grumpy man, who agrees to step out of his comfort zone if she reads his recommendations.

the neighbor favor by kristina forest is about a shy bookworm who asks her handsome neighbor for dating advice, not realizing he is the author she's been anonymously emailing.

you should see me in a crown by leah johnson is about a teen girl who reluctantly joins the race for prom queen in order to get a scholarship, and begins to fall for another girl in the competition.

the miniscule mansion of myra malone by audrey burges is about an agoraphobic woman who blogs about the creation of her beautiful dollhouse, only to get a confused email from a young man who lives in an exact, real-life replica of the dollhouse.

general fiction

someone else's shoes by jojo moyes is about two very different women who accidentally switch bags (and some very important shoes).

a man called ove by frederick backman is about a very grumpy old man who reluctantly befriends his new, chatty neighbors.

remarkably bright creatures by shelby van pelt is about a grumpy old octopus who reluctantly befriends his new, chatty human janitor.

i'm gonna stop there, but if you want more cozy genres (mystery, the controversial concept of "cozy horror", or i could even see if i could get cozy nonfiction), hit me up!

#book recs #cozy #cozy boks #books

[inkybinkyboink]

urinetown headcanons (under the cut) while i wait for my headphones to charge >:)

there are. so many.

hope is a total plant mom

her place is like. decked OUT in plants. they are her pride and joy

just like. assume that they all have water. for now.

bobby does not get it. at all. but he's so supportive

bobby and hope get a puppy together and the puppy is scared of loud noises but so is bobby so when hope vacuums they hide in the broom closet together

officer lockstock watches drag race like an olympic sport. it's his version of like a laker's game or a yankees game or whatever

avid bianca del rio stan and i will die on that hill

no sorry i just gotta take a second to like.

lockstock 100% lives in like. your grandparents house. it's decorated the same way. blankets over chairs and couches, plants, LOTS of books, antiques, that sort of thing. vintage but like. humble?

officer barrel collects coins

you're gonna look at this man and tell me he doesnt collect coins?

you're lying

ms. pennywise is a tea fanatic

lesbian hot blades harry

little sally's favorite movie is Coraline

and she definitely takes apart toys and puts them back together to make little frankensteinian creatures like sid in toy story

lockstock would make a hella cool university english professor

tiny tom believes that the moon landing was faked

hope sews

ms pennywise's favorite book is definitely like wuthering heights or something

personally. i think. as someone who's played barrel. that were he given the opportunity to come to terms with his own identity, he would go and sincerely apologize to everyone he's hurt over the years.

like he probably wouldn't be forgiven, and i don't know if he deserves to be, but i think he would at least recognize the severity of his actions

lockstock taught little sally how to roller skate

little sally has an ant farm kit

caldwell b. cladwell has an eerie amount of world war 1 and 2 books.

mcqueen and millenium marathon euphoria together

fipp collects rocks and minerals

barrel lowkey knows how to cook a good ass meal

little becky two shoes is the type of person who you run into leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette while it's pouring rain and if you talk to her you're getting unskippable lore

kinda like your wine aunt but on drugs

little sally made lockstock a friendship bracelet once

idk i kinda feel like lockstock had a kid once and then they like. passed away or something. i just feel like lockstock has a tragic backstory but i dont know what it is

ma strong gets migraines and it got passed down to bobby

*chants* sick fics sick fics sick fics

ok i have a theory that the amenity numbers correspond with street numbers. so it's called amenity number nine because it's on ninth avenue. that way the numbers also still correspond to the quality of the toilets.

so the cops would have jurisdiction based on where the amenities are. that way it makes sense that they're the only two cops, because they only have jurisdiction in that particular area.

ok im done :)

#urinetown #k literally. i have upstairs neighbours and they are. so loud. all of the time. and me and my roommates have done everything we can to get #them to quiet down and they literally wont like its fucking sadistic man #anyways #my point is #i had earplugs and headphones on last night so i could sleep #and then my headphones died bc i had them on all night #and i realized that i left the charging cable at home which is like an hour drive away so i cant just go get it #and i need to clean my place and i cant do that without my headphones #so i had to go get a mfing charger from the store #and THATS why i had to wait for my headphones to charge :)

[kai-justis]

So we just had a brush up rehearsal, the first (and last) show we've had without an audience in a little while, so the cast got pretty silly with it :]

I wrote down a few outtakes from that 😁 sorry if it's messy and long, it was dark in there

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•Spoken, monotone, "the politicians. in their wisdom saw-"

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•McQueen: we look forward to going to Rio with our new profits

Everyone: BITCH

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•Hope: let me listen ❤️

*music stops, completely silent*

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•Hope: but DÆDDY 👹 bunnies don't drive cars

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•Bobby: keep your money ma

Ma: really?

Bobby: yeahh 😏

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•Barrel and Becky two shoes mewing at each other

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•Everyone is Old Man Strong. collectively

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•HOT BLADES HARRY SOUNDS JUST LIKE REMY REMINGTON??

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•everyone either no emotion no energy or going all out. and all the in betweens

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•Hope always doing 👉👈 and Bobby always doing 👉👉

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•Penny: OH NAURR?? *beats them up*

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•Lock stick reading the script from his hand

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•my heart har har har har *monotone*

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•the freaking wings flashing rainbow like Asriel Dreemur 😔

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•WHAAA? < WHAT.

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•in perfect unison, spoken, "now we've finally got you. now you're in our claws. captured in our city. of laws"

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•...I seee 👀🤭😏❤️

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•Cladwell just walking away with the guys kinda trailing behind him when he's supposed to be dragged away and thrown off the building

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•everyone dabbing each other up in the River

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•THAAATS RIGHT 😈 agagaga

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•MCQUEENS GYMNASTICS?? 🤸

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that's it 😁 it was great 🪠

#urinetown #theatre kid #👍👍👍 #i never know how to tag #my bad 😔 #joseph old man strong #his penos was much too long #i mean what

[wordgirlexploration]

i finally got the whole blog set up and fancified to my liking :3

now that that’s out of the way, hi, i’m ale, and design is my passion. i drew all of our refs for Exploration, and now i’d like to divulge some details about why we designed characters the way we did!

i’ll be going in lineup order, so feel free to pull those bad boys up and follow along :]

Cpt. Huggyface

at Raven’s request, we have made him look more like a creature. we really wanted him to look like no Earthling monkey, so that it was less obvious compared to Bob, the other monkey in Fair City.

we’ve removed his shirt. Huggy can change color at will, and blue is his most iconic color, so we decided to just. make him blue. 

his lightning bolt insignia is also blue. this is because it isn’t actually an insignia, it’s a scar. it’s grown over with fur now, but the color changing is still a little off in that area.

we gave him an aviator's helmet because he is one. it was a lot more interesting than his original.

his antenna curves slightly because i thought it looked stupid sticking straight up.

another note on his antenna: it's not part of his helmet, it's his actual antenna.

WordGirl

we have her a ponytail for her ease of flying and fighting people. keeps it from getting in her face.

one little flyaway on her ponytail is star-shaped - because stars are WordGirl’s shape :]

we also gave her a star-shaped mask to make it easier for her to conceal her identity.

the neck of her cape is now a little turtleneck, it keeps her warm in those high altitudes.

her gloves and boots are based off how they look in the comics. also i like drawing defined shoes :]

WordGirl has blue eyeshines because she has a nictitating membrane, like a cat. also, her eyes are star-shaped because those are her shape.

her sclera are slightly yellowish, due to her powers. her eyes are also more of a dark red for the same reason.

you can't see them, but she has little fangs. adds to her alienness.

Becky

Becky has two upward flyaways on her head. this is because she has a bee motif (spelling bee), and those are the antenna

her headband has a small gold thing at the end, because it doubles as the headband for her helmet.

also has star-shaped eyes, but hers are slightly smaller, and less obviously noticeable.

has a bee necklace, because of her bee motif.

the pleated skirt was an accident i drew before looking at a reference. but i drew those pleats, so i had to keep them.

we gave her skirt pockets, because pockets are a nice thing for skirts to have!

we kinked her and Wordgirl's hair. she deserves curly hair with volume <3

Tobey

he has stupid hair. one of his cowlicks looked very awkward, so i decided to make it reminiscent of his robits antennae.

he has sectoral heterochromia - we agree that Tobey has heterochromia, but we agree slightly stronger that his eyes are blue.

his knees are a little scuffed up. i picture he's fallen off the robits a few times and scraped em.

his socks are lowered slightly. he's older now, so we thought his socks should be more reasonable.

Steven Boxleitner + Two-Brains + Squeaky

Steven's ref is chocked full of references to his fate as Two-Brains.

first is the tail-like flyaway on the back of his head. it's inspired by a comic character, and is meant to be reminiscent of a mouse tail.

the same goes for Two-Brains's two brain, it's shaped like a mouse to resemble Squeaky, and the flyaway of the hair tuft under it is meant to be her tail.

i noticed that Squeaky actually has a little bit of a snaggletooth, so i gave that, along with the normal mouse chompers, to Two-Brains.

his bowtie resembles mouse ears

on Steven, his lab coat sleeves are actually tucked into his long gloves. on Two-Brains, they are cut off.

Steven wears a button-up shirt tucked into his pants. Two-Brains wears a t-shirt.

Two-Brains belt is falling out, because Squeaky does not care for clothes and TB must put them on as fast as possible.

inspired by the same comic character as before, the tail of his labcoat is also meant to resemble the tail of a mouse.

Steven has dressy shoes, with spat-like coloring that matches with Becky's. Two-Brains has sneakers that are inspired by a lot of furry art i see where their toes are out - TB does not have his toes out, but the lines are meant to resemble paws.

Squeaky does not let TB tie his laces.

Squeaky herself resembles a dumbo rat, despite being a mouse. Her not looking like the ideal mouse is what lead to her being on sale.

Two-Brains has little chin whiskers, because mice have So Darn many. that's also what his little zigzag flyaway is meant to resemble.

Chuck

Chuck's lettuce is a bit more leafy and his eyes are dots to add to his innocent, cuteness factor.

Raven told me he has pickles, so i drew a little pickle on him.

Chuck has freckles that resemble the crumb of white bread. or he has a crumb that resembles freckles.

he has a turtleneck, we didn't think his ma would want him to go out without a sweater.

we couldn't figure out his shoes - so we decided to make them rainboots that look like green olives.

Butcher

we gave him blue eyes because it's good contrast.

i gave him a little face bandage because i thought it would be funny if he cut himself shaving.

i gave him a little chest hair. you can probably guess why :,]

gave him generic loafers based on a line where he mentioned his shoes not having laces.

Lil' Mittens

gave him mittens <3

he now has a little red collar with a bell, because i think once Butcher lost him once, he had to make sure he never lost him again. his collar is red because it's the meatiest color.

The Whammer

we once came across a furry wordgirl au, and started to think about what the other characters would be. obviously, we decided that Whammer was a bull. we decided to take that idea and run with it, and make him a cute little cowboy.

he has cow ears. Raven pitched the idea, and initially i put them on his helmet, and then where human ears would go. Raven eventually had to kick me and tell me to put them were cow ears would go. Raven was right.

i think cow eartags are really cute, so i had to give him one.

initially, i gave Whammer an anti-nursing tag on his nose. Raven thought it was too much and told me to make it a nose ring. you know, like a BULL.

i get nervous when a character design uses too many colors, and everyone agreed that Whammer's outfit was really ugly. so we decided to make it purple and orange, like his mask, to make those "his" colors.

Invisi-Bill

Invisi-Bill is a neat little creature, and ever since i started drawing him, i decided to give him elf ears for no real reason than to make him more creaturelike.

in A Questionable Pair, it's shown Invisi-Bill has his ears pierced. i look advantage of his long ears and gave him an earring with a chain.

he has I cufflinks because he's Invisi-Bill! yay!

he has a tooth gap because he is my favorite and i have a tooth gap :]

he has 2-tone wingtip shoes because he is my favorite i like 2-tone wingtip shoes :]

Big Left Hand Guy

blhg has slightly darker skin, because i think he's related to the stout, tan-skinned bank guard.

i gave him a cane based on a mention in the fanfic BLHG's Big Dilemma by DandyMaximilian. helps him not stand knocked over slightly.

he has one gay earring, based on the designs of rootbeertime. i just put it on the right ear. i think it's funny he would do that.

Ms Question

has yellow sclera, because that's the color her eyes were when she first got her powers.

i've seen at least two fanarts of her with question mark earrings, and i think it's really, really cute.

we thought that her little black wrist braces were silly. we decided to full-on give her black gloves.

Raven really loved the little gold trim of WordGirl's boots in the comics, and wanted to give this lady also with red boots the same touch.

The Coach

none of us really care for The Coach, so he is basically the same as canon. except for his cuffs!!! i had to fix his cuffs!! they were the wrong color!!!

Kid Math

when we decided to give Becky a bee motif, we also decided that Kid Math should also have a bug. we decided on making him a termite, because Hexagon is a math-based society, and architecture is pretty mathy.

we replaced his cape with wings. it adds to his alien nature. additionally, winged termites are young creatures who are sent out to scout for new territory. Kid Math is young, and it relates slightly to our arc for him.

he has hexagon-shaped eyes to contrast WordGirl's star-shaped ones. 

he has compound eyes like a fly, and orangey sclera, to add to his buginess and alienness.

he has little fangs.

Mr. Big

mostly the same as canon, but i upped his bunnyness and fancied his shoes.

his tie is now striped to resemble his mind control beams.

i thought the little kerchief in his pocket looked ugly, so i replaced it with a itty bitty squishy bunny.

he also has bunny cufflinks :]

The Squishy Bunnies, i guess

i just made them cute. i couldn't bring myself to draw their canon designs

Leslie

basically the same as canon, but bunnyed her up a little. we thought it would be funny if Mr. Big had no dress code, aside from "one bunny item", so we gave her a bunny hairclip and bunny earrings.

her choker is black now because we didn't think the purple really needed to be there

Granny May

made her hair more curly, because she is a black woman.

made her pearls slightly more yellow, because they're old.

her pearl necklace has a little diamond shape on it as a button to turn into her metal suit.

made the band on her dress green and a bow, because we thought it was cute and old ladyish :]

gave her a cane, because she's a little older than she used to be. also, it's a new weapon against WordGirl

Colonel Mustard

gave him some hair back. mostly because i thought his exposed cheek was ugly, and figured i'd give him the paws back while i was at it.

Victoria Best

we thought it would be fun if she wasn't really blonde.

i lowered her pigtails and made her ties bows, because she's a little older now, and the bows were cuter.

at the request of Robin, she now has freckles to resemble her brother.

we gave her slightly pinkish nudey eyeshadow, because we felt like she would be the type to wear it.

her eyes are inspired by ocular albinism, her eyes are blue, but in certain lights, become red, like when her eyes glow.

her skirt is pleats now, like Becky.

we gave her mary janes, because they're kinda like Becky's silly shoes, but Better.

Lady Redundant Woman

we made her slightly paler, to resemble a blank piece of printer paper.

made her eyes CMY, like a printer.

her downward-facing eyelashes are meant to resemble ink dripping from her eyes.

canonically she has lips, but none of us thought the pink suited her. so we gave her a cute black upper lip, like ink.

we pinked her suit slightly to moreso resemble the magenta of a printer.

i made her belt a floppy disk. i just thought it'd be funny.

we gave her boots a white trim, because Raven thought her boots were white.

Maria, Charlie, Meatball

basically unchanged from canon

#wordgirl #ale announces #becky botsford #captain huggyface #tobey mcallister iii #steven boxleitner #squeaky #dr two brains #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #maria the energy monster #the energy monster #the butcher #lil mittens #charlie #joey meatball #the henchmen #the whammer #invisibill #big left hand guy #ms question #the coach #kid math #mr big #leslie #granny may #colonel mustard #victoria best #lady redundant woman

[smartycvnt]

Nightcap

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Reader Prompt: "Where's my goodnight kiss?"

Your relationship with Becky was playfully antagonistic at best. The two of you had never really tried being close friends, but there was something rewarding in the flirtatious banter you shared. Sometimes, you came away from interactions knowing that you had flustered her, but other times Becky left you utterly speechless. You didn't know why you liked the banter so much, but it had quickly become your favorite part of coming into work. You loved the wrestling business, if you didn't then you'd simply be doing something else, but as your momentum began to slow a little you found yourself thinking more about seeing Becky than your next match. And that was when you finally figured out that you were in bad for Becky. There were feelings there, and somehow you had developed them despite not really knowing Becky in a personal sense.

"Hey Y/n, that was a great match tonight. Are you heading out?" Byron asked as he watched you walking towards the parking lot with your bags. The show was over, but you knew that a few people were gathering to get drinks. An invitation had been extended towards you, but you had decided to decline it so that you could have a night to relax before being sent out for a media tour for the rest of the week.

"Yeah, there's a queen mattress calling my name," you told him. Byron stepped forward like he was going to offer to take one of your bags, but then backed away at the last second. You thought the movement was a bit odd, but then you felt Becky come up from behind you and wrap her arm around your shoulders. "Hi Becks."

"Don't tell me you're headed back to your hotel already. Come on, the night is still young. After a match like that surely you've got some energy to burn off," Becky said as she patted your stomach. You adjusted the strap on your bag as you tried to ignore the warmth left behind from her touching you. "I hear you used to be a real party animal, but I never see you out."

"Those were my FCW days, just ask Byron," you said as you grabbed onto his shoulder. Becky's jaw clenched as you let your hand linger. There were no romantic feelings for the man, which Becky knew, but she couldn't help the little flare up of jealousy. "Everybody has to grow up sometimes."

"Growing up's overrated," Becky said as she tried pulling you towards her again. "It's just one night, just so that I know it's not me you're always avoiding in your hotel room."

"I doubt that's what you're so worried about, but if you want, you can come to my room later for a drink," you offered. Becky perked up a little, like she was pleased with herself. Becky didn't try to fight you on going out after that, which you were grateful for. If Becky really wanted to, she could talk you into almost anything. You said a quick goodbye to Byron, who seemed very amused with your encounter with Becky, and then went to your hotel. You put your things in your room, showered, and then told Becky she had 30 minutes to come up for that drink before you started getting ready for bed. Somewhat surprisingly, she managed to make it to your room within 5 minutes.

"Since you're not a big partier anymore, I just brought you a beer," Becky said as she handed you a can of beer. You weren't sure where she had gotten this, but it was still cold. You quietly thanked her as she hopped onto the edge of your bed. "Nice place you've got here, very cozy."

"It's a hotel room, it probably looks just like yours," you told her. Becky shook her head as she looked around the room. Admittedly, you had made a bit of a mess in your room with your things, but you didn't care. The two of you had been sharing a locker room for nearly a decade, Becky knew that you were a little messy. "What's so different about my room?"

"I can see little traces of you. That jacket draped across the back of the office chair, the bag of snacks you always get as soon as we get to any town, your shoes by the door. It's a lot of little things, and it makes this feel less like a pit stop," Becky said as she cracked open her own drink. You stood back and thought about her words. You didn't realize that she had been paying so much attention to all the details around you. Becky had seemed sort of aloof lately, to the point where you had convinced yourself she just wasn't interested in you.

"Some people would say I'm just messy." You glanced at Becky over the top of your can as you took a drink. Becky shook her head as she sat up a little. You didn't know why, but you found yourself walking towards her until you were standing in between her legs.

"You're making it comfortable. Not everybody brings their own blankets with them," Becky said with a teasing smile. It was meant to cut the tension, and to a small degree it was successful. However, you still found yourself migrating towards Becky as you sought out a little bit of comfort. "I should probably get going and let you sleep."

"I wasn't going straight to bed," you told her. It was an offer to stay, one that Becky looked like she was genuinely contemplating before she softly rejected it.

"I promised some people that I'd make a stop at the bar for a few drinks. You can come with me if you want," Becky offered. You shook your head. Maybe if you hadn't gotten dressed in your pajamas, but what was done was done. "Damn. Walk me to the hallway?"

"That I can do," you said with a small smile. Becky quickly downed the rest of her drink and tossed it in the trash as the two of you passed it. You opened up the door for her, but Becky stayed in the doorway for an extra moment. "Night Becky."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Becky asked you teasingly. You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what she was meaning. "Where's my goodnight kiss? I mean, you are leaving me all by myself tonight."

"You've got friends, I'm not leaving you alone."

"Yeah, but I don't get to spend my night with the person I want to. Sometimes that's just as bad," Becky said. You blamed your next actions on a mixture of the honest tone of her words and the small pout forming on her face.

"Fuck it," you whispered as you pulled Becky in for a kiss. She seemed surprised for a second, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. Her lips were soft, even as they pushed firmly back against yours. You broke the kiss with a small sigh, glad that you had finally gotten that out of the way. "I've got to get out of here pretty early tomorrow for a radio interview, but I'll see you at the next house show, right?"

"I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, just give me a call when you're ready," Becky told you. You doubted that she'd actually wake up for it, but you still promised to at least try.

#wwe imagine #wwe #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch imagines #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch

[micaluvssoccer]

The Spaniard and the American Jenni hermoso story

Chapter one

Micaella’s pov:

After practice, I drove home to our apartment which I shared with my girlfriend, Christen Press. I text her saying that practice ran a little bit late and that I can bring food if she wants me too and that I love her and that I will see her soon. she texts back and says hey gorgeous yes please bring food Tobin and I are hungry I hope training went well and I love you too.

I then reply saying training was good, definitely ready for a bath and i will get our favorite meal from cava. Once I get the food I head home and once I arrive home, I get out the car and lock the door then I walk towards the front door and then I use my keys to unlock the door to the house.

Once I get in the house I hear the faint sounds of moaning. I put my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and I took off my shoes. I run upstairs and into our bedroom and I see Christen cheating on me with Tobin. I burst out into tears and I took off my engagement ring and dropped it on the floor.

I ran back downstairs and I noticed that Christen was following me. She repeatedly says I'm so sorry baby girl she means nothing to me I just want you. I look at her and says you wouldn't have cheated on me if you really loved me. Go ahead and stay with Tobin. I'm done Christen then I Storm out of the house and back into your car then I drive off.

I then drive off to a hotel so I can book a room to stay in. After parking in the parking lot I text my teammates in the group chat. I say Does anyone know that Tobin and Christen were together while I'm engaged to Christen and everyone responds with yes besides my team moms, Alex Morgan, Crystal Dunn, Julie ertz, Alyssa and Becky.

Then Kelley says you might as well leave Utah royals then since you think you're better than me. I responded back to Kelley. It's not my fault that I'm starting more than you. I didn't ask for more time on the pitch. I'm just doing my job and if you can't respect me or that then fine I'll go somewhere else. I contact my best friend Alexia Putellas and tell her about everything that is going on and she suggests coming to Barcelona and telling me that I can live with her and her dog nala.

I booked my plane tickets for the next day after telling my manager that I accepted Barcelona's offer and that I will head there tomorrow to sign my contract and then I started eating the food that I brought, which was all three meals but I saved the other two for the next day. After I eat the food I fall asleep holding onto the pillow while crying myself to sleep.

I wake up the next morning and head to the airport and I get some breakfast there. Then not long after I had my breakfast my flight got called so I headed to the gate. Once I get to the gate I board my flight after telling my teammates who supported me the whole night that I was leaving for Barcelona now and that I will text when I get there. The plane takes off and I relax on the plane for a while before falling asleep again.

When the plane eventually gets to Barcelona I text my teammates to say that I arrived safely in Barcelona. I then text Alexia who's picking me up that I have arrived and she texts back saying that she's waiting for you. Then I get my suitcase and meet up with Alexia. We both walk to her car talking and joking around like always. Then we arrive at her car and I put my suitcase in the trunk and we head to Alexia's apartment. After you settle in we head to the stadium so I can officially be signed with barca.

I arrive at the stadium and I sign with Barcelona.  Alexia decides that I should meet the team especially since Jenni has returned from Mexico and lelia has returned from Manchester city so we head down to the pitch and I meet the girls. The girls immediately start to love me straight away then lelia mentions that they are scheduled to play the us In a game tomorrow.

I look away from Lelia and sigh out loud by accident Alexia gently rubs my back for comfort and Lelia looks at us confused. Lelia says "what's wrong, did I say something to upset you  I'm so sorry if I did". I say to her that "she didn't say anything wrong" the team then wanting to find out what happened i tell the whole team everything that has happened.

They seem really angry after everything that has happened to me and they start getting very protective over me, especially the Spanish players. We have a group hug with them all saying we will always protect each other. Then They invite us to go out with them for a meal to celebrate your signing.

We head out to our cars and drive to the restaurant. After 40 minutes, we all arrive at the restaurant and sit down.  I am sitting opposite of Jenni and she smiles at me widely. The waiter walks over and takes everyone's drinks order then leaves when he's got everyone's drink order you all make small talk before the waiter comes back with your drinks saying "is anyone Ready to order their food" you all say what food you want then the waiter leaves again and you all catch up.

The food arrives and you all start eating and talking about the game tomorrow. The Spanish girls say that she better not try to talk to you rudely because we won't be able to control ourselves. Jenni looks at me and squeezes my thigh. Then says they are serious about wanting to protect you, same with me hermosa. 

  I blush softly and say thank you grabbing her hand where It's at my thigh and then we see the waiter come over but she keeps her hand on my thigh.

the waiter asks another waitress to help serve the table that the waiter has just been to. The waitress agrees and walks over to the table and sees you. Then the  waitress decides to flirt with me and Jenni looks upset and runs away to the bathroom and I follow her immediately. You run after jenni making sure she's okay when you arrive in the bathroom. I see that she's crying and I walk over to her.

Jenni bebe what's wrong what happened hermosa, Jenni looks at me with tears running down her face and says " I didn't like how the waitress was flirting with you and was looking at you and I know you just broke up with my best friend Christian, but I've always had feelings for you" I look into her eyes and wiped her tears away and says " I'm not interested in the waitress, I'm interested in you and only you Jenni. I wouldn't have let you touch me if I didn't have feelings for you".

She nods and blushes hard and asks if she can kiss me and I say of course.  She leans in looking into my eyes and she pins me against the wall holding onto my hips. I look up at her since I'm shorter than her and I lean in and start kissing her and I moan softly when she bites my bottom lip. 

She then grabs my ass and spanks it and I moan a bit louder and she puts her tongue in my mouth then we start French kissing and I suck on her tongue. She pulls away while squeezing my ass and she winks at me and pulls me closer to her and I feel how hard she is and I moan.  "Fuck Jenni please I want you so bad "

she smirks and locks the door to the bathroom and takes off my clothes and I undress her as well. I look her up and down checking her out and I tease her by rubbing my hand on her cock  and bend down and start kissing and sucking on her beautiful cock. She moans and throws her head back and says " fuck fuck fuck you're amazing omg yes baby suck on my big cock" I giggle and spank her ass while sucking on her cock. She grinds against my face and grips my hair and tightens her hold on my hair.

She screams "oh fuck I'm going to cum " I say " mmmm already baby we just started hermosa. " she pulls my hair and says " fuck you suck my cock so well princess I so am going to put a baby in you."  I giggle and put my pussy on her face and she starts eating me out while I suck her cock. I say " oh fuck you taste so so good baby hell I wish I could put a baby in you too"

After we finished that round she put me on her lap and I aligned her cock inside of me and I started bouncing up and down riding her like a bull. I scream while moaning since I am very vocal when I have sex and she plays with my boobs and puts hickeys all over my body and I put hickeys all over her body too. Then she starts moaning and says I'm going to cum baby girl and I moan and tell her the same and we start cumming at the same exact time and then she spanks my ass and bites on it softly. She smirks and holds me close to her so all her cum goes to my womb and I start shaking.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkk oh fuck baby " after our amazing 3 rounds of love making, we get cleaned up and get dressed and then we head back out seeing alexia waiting for us. After the dinner party you,Alexia and Jenni go back to your apartment. You all talk about random things then Alexia feels the tension in the air. Alexia smirks and says you two totally had sex in the bathroom and both me and Jenni blushes and says yes we did it was mind blowing.  Jenni and I walk to our bedroom and take a shower together just cleaning each other up while kissing and giving each other praises.

Jenni says I know that tomorrow you will be considered a traitor to us Spaniards but most of us love you and will do whatever we can for you especially me and alexia. I blush and kiss her softly, holding onto your cheeks. I can say the same for you especially with my team moms and the few people that support me after the break up.

After our shower I let her borrow my clothes even though they are baggy on her because I'm thicker than she is. She then gets into bed while watching me put on some panties and then I get into bed with her and kiss her neck gently and then she places my body on top of her so I can cuddle her while sleeping like a koala bear and then we fall Asleep together.

#woso imagine #jenni hermoso x reader #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #espwnt x reader

[south-of-heaven]

Brollins x reader where reader is getting her business degree and is stressed out from trying to keep up with that and wrestling for wwe?

Break || Becky Lynch x Reader x Seth Rollins

Summary: Working towards a business degree and wrestling at the same time is stressful to say the least. Seth and Becky practically have to drag you away from your laptop to make you take a break.

A/N: Not me making reader resist when Seth tries to convince her but she folds the second Becky speaks up (me behaviour). Also this gif is everything. Becky in this episode of UUDD is my favourite thing ever.

You're hunched over your laptop, fingers typing furiously as you try to balance studying for your business degree and keeping up with your wrestling commitments. It's a juggling act that's been taking a toll on your well-being, and you know it. But the pressure to excel in both aspects of your life is unrelenting.

"Hey," a voice interrupts your focused concentration, and you glance up to see Seth standing there with a concerned expression. "You've been at this for hours. Maybe it's time for a break?"

You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. "I can't afford a break right now, Seth. I have so much to do."

He leans against the table, folding his arms. "I get that you're dedicated, but you can't keep pushing yourself like this. It's not healthy."

You give him a half-hearted smile. "I'll rest when I'm done."

Seth shakes his head, his expression firm. "That's not how it works, and you know it. Come on, let's go do something fun for a while. It'll be good for you."

You're about to protest when another voice chimes in, this time it's Becky. "Seth's right, lass. You've been glued to that laptop for days. A little break won't hurt."

You glance between them, their concern evident. It's as if they're a united front, determined to get you to take a breather.

Reluctantly, you close your laptop and stand up. "Fine, fine. What do you two have in mind?"

Becky grins mischievously. "We're going to the beach. Sun, sand, and not a single laptop in sight."

Seth nods in agreement. "It'll be a nice change of scenery. Trust me, you'll feel better after some fresh air."

You let out a defeated chuckle, realizing that they're right. Maybe a break is exactly what you need, even if you're hesitant to admit it.

As you arrive at the beach, the sun is warm against your skin, and the sound of waves crashing is oddly soothing. Seth and Becky encourage you to kick off your shoes and join them in a game of beach volleyball. It's a welcome distraction, and for the first time in days, you find yourself laughing and enjoying the moment.

After the game, you all sit on the sand, watching the sunset. Becky nudges you playfully. "See? A little break doesn't hurt, does it?"

You smile, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders. "No, it doesn't."

Seth wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Remember, we're here for you. You don't have to do everything on your own."

Becky nods in agreement. "And stressing yourself out won't help you excel in either wrestling or your studies. Balance is key."

You take a deep breath, letting their words sink in. Maybe it's time to start finding that balance, to give yourself permission to take breaks and enjoy life outside of your responsibilities.

As the sun dips below the horizon, you lean back on the sand, feeling grateful for the support of your partners. With them by your side, you know that you can tackle the challenges ahead, one step at a time.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #seth rollins x becky lynch #becky lynch fanfiction #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch fanfic #becky lynch #seth rollins x reader x becky lynch #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins fanfiction #seth rollins #brollins x reader #brollins #rebecca quin #colby lopez

[babybluebanshee]

Stuff I've Had to Deal With as a City Librarian - Plus Ultra Edition

Been a while, huh? Have some public library nonsense!

TW for racism and bodily fluids.

Julie found a half-used tube of toothpaste in the computer lab. Just chilling by one of the computers.

Lori had to fish a pair of shitty underwear out of a toilet in the men's room.

We'd been trying to convince the children's librarian to stop using liquid glue for her various kids' craft projects or on the craft table. Two incidents finally lead to her doing this. First a lady put her purse on the craft table to tie her shoe. She set it directly in an enormous puddle of glue a kid had left behind. Then second was a kid getting glue on the bottom of his shoe after story time and tracking it everywhere. She's since switched to glue sticks and everyone is much happier.

When people lose books, they have to pay for them, and if they find the books, they can either bring them back to us (and get a refund if they bring them within a year) or keep them. A lady came in and said she lost some books and was ready for them. I check her card so I can see what she has and write them up, and she, totally unprompted says, "Yeah, I know where they are, they're just massively overdue and buying them outright would be cheaper than paying the fines." I told her she couldn't do that; if she still has the items and they aren't damaged, we would like to have our materials back so we don't have to spend any money getting replacements. She replies, "But why can't I just buy them?" It took every ounce of resistance in my body to tell her that we're not a bookstore, she has to bring the goddamn things back, that's how libraries work.

We caught a guy shaving in the lab. He didn't seem to find this strange at all, and when we asked why he didn't just go in the bathroom, he replied he didn't know he could do it there. And your first thought was not to ask, but to do it in our computer lab?!

One of my coworkers checked the cafe and found a guy sleeping. The city has been riding us not to let people do that, but we generally just kind of shake them a little, remind them they can't sleep there, then let them immediately go back to sleep when we walk away. We generally don't care. But when my coworker tried to stir this guy, he didn't move. Shook him by the shoulder. Nothing. Nearly shouted. Nary a stir. The way the dude is sitting makes it hard to see if he's breathing, so she starts to get concerned. She goes back to the desk and tells Julie what's going on; Julie tries to rouse him, doesn't succeed. They ended up having to call the police for a wellness check, because they were genuinely starting to get concerned for the guy's safety. The cop finally managed to wake him up, and it turns out the dude was fine. He's apparently just a very heavy sleeper.

We had a bad ice storm one day, so the library didn't open. Rachel checked the messages the next day when we reopened, and a woman called three times in a row to ask why we weren't open, she tried the doors and they didn't work, we're supposed to be open, why aren't we open, all with increasing frantic tone. In one call you could hear her yanking on the doors.

A patron parked outside called us and said that there was a woman in the parking lot writing down people's license plate numbers. Travis had to call the police (protocol for "suspicious behavior"). Turns out the police are well aware of this woman's antics all around town, to the point where it's a city effort to get her some help with what is clearly unchecked mental illness. A week later, the same woman got in trouble in the Walmart parking lot, doing the same nonsense, and calling the woman who caught her a human trafficker.

Someone opened and ate a can of chicken in the men's bathroom, though they couldn't have eaten much because most of it seemed to be on the floor. Poor Becky and Sam had to clean it up. The smell alone was horrible.

A man couldn't get into his gmail account, so I went over to help him. It turned out he had two-factor authentication set up, so it was trying to send a code to his phone. He refused to confirm his phone number because "I don't want these people tracking me". I had to fight the urge to laugh in his face, because he simply would not accept that he had to do that in order to get into his gmail, and the absolute irony of not wanting to be tracked while using motherfucking Google's email service.

A girl and her grandmother came in, and the girl forgot her library card. Grandma was fully prepared to check out the book she wanted...until she saw it was a book about Ted Bundy. She proceeded to go on a hellfire and brimstone rant about how the book was Satanic and she shouldn't have even touched it. She kept looking to my poor coworker for support her, and you could just tell that my coworker wanted to just fade away into the chair she was sitting in.

One night, I found an abandoned pair of shorts in the men's bathroom. Julie found a pair of sunglasses in the cafe, and Macey found a travel coffee mug (coffee still in it) in one of the study rooms. Tit's out kind of outfit.

A guy ate absolute shit on his motorized scooter on the sidewalk outside the library. Donna had to call 911, but the guy refused to go to the hospital because he couldn't afford it, no matter how worried the EMTs were about the bleeding gash on his forehead or the possibility of a concussion. Hope he'll be alright. And that's why we always wear our helmets, kids.

A woman came in at 8:47 (we close at 9) and had Rachel make 89 copies of her handwritten conspiracy theory journal. The lady had called in advance to check when we closed, and still came in that close to closing with her bullshit, and tried to stay after they were finished. Luckily, she was chased out.

Donna, Julie, and Rachel were leaving for the evening, and someone pulled up, opened their car door, yelled the n-word, and drove off. All three of those women are white as the driven snow.

The city sets up a ceramic Christmas village display in our rotunda area every year, and this year, Lori decided to have fun with it. She put a little plastic alien and dragon somewhere in the village, and anyone who found them got a sticker. Obviously, kids were really into it, but the adults were even more so. You've never seen so many people over forty excitedly looking for little plastic toys before.

A absolutely gorgeous woman in the most beautiful African dress came in and asked to use a computer. When I told her how to log on, she said "Thank you, my love." and floated off. Her perfume made me feel a way.

#daily life with blue #woe to the librarian

[benedictconsultingbatch]

I loved the first two episodes of PJO. There were changes, but it was still really good. The third episode was a little underwhelming/disappointing for me. They made a lot of changes to how the plot unfolds and I don't get why. More on that below

The oracle was great.

They didn’t include the monster attacking camp half blood. That was a big part of Chiron deciding the quest needed to happen even though Percy didn't have any training. Also, the attack is one of the things that led Percy to realize Luke had been working against them all along.

There was no fight on the bus. No explosion. No struggle. We didn't even see how they got away. There was no mention of them realizing their bags were left on the bus. (Not the biggest deal but I thought it was funny when Percy pointed it out) We don't hear the furies saying "where is it?" Which comes into play later on when Percy is putting together the pieces.

Annabeth immediately thinks the statues are petrified monsters right away and guesses that Aunty Em is for Medusa. Medusa doesn't try to hide her identity. In the book she tricks them and I thought that was more entertaining and more suspenseful when they put the pieces together and figure it out. And then they go in the basement instead of leaving the house? The reveal of the statues in the basement would have been better imo if the trio didn't already know it was Medusa. I don't get why Alecto followed them to Aunty Em's. In the book, (at least one of the reasons) Annabeth doesn't like Percy is because Athena and Poseidon don't like each other. But the episode made it seem more like a lack of trust between Percy and Annabeth. I don't know if that grounds the conflict more, but I like how in the book it seems like Annabeth doesn't like Percy mostly because of their parents not getting along. She doesn't even try to get to know him. She just decides she doesn't like him because their parents hate each other. To me, it's an example of how the Gods influence everything.

The pacing felt off to me. The kids figured things out fast and then there is no suspense as they start to piece together that something is off. The conversation in the basement after dealing with Medusa felt rushed. It felt like they were trying to cover a lot in one conversation. A lot of the dialogue this episode felt like that. Fitting too much information into one conversation.

There was no mention of why Percy couldn't wear the flying shoes. Yeah they already told him why they couldn't fly but telling him he couldn't wear the shoes would have been a call back to that. And after the bus, when they're walking towards Aunty Em's, Grover isn't wearing anything to hide his goat legs. I was surprised he was wearing shorts. And no fake shoes. Trying to keep the fake shoes on was a recurring thing throughout the book.

I liked that Annabeth positioned them next to the toilet on the bus to cover Percy's scent. But then Grover said it's not actually about the scent. It's different for each monster. It could be fear or greed. Which doesn't make sense with Sally staying with Smelly Gabe to cover Percy's scent. Or Sally using Percy's jacket to distract the minotaur. Or Annabeth having them sit right by the smelly bathroom. None of that makes sense with Grover saying that it's not actually the person's scent that attracts monsters. Am I missing something there?

I want to love it. I thought the first two episodes were great, despite the changes. But the third episode... they did hit all the plot points I guess. But they changed how everything happened and I don't see how all the changes benefited the story.

I'm nervous to see how the rest of the season will play out. The cast and the producers and Becky and Rick all said this is a faithful adaptation of the book. It did have all the plot points but I feel like everything unfolded differently than the book and they left out important parts and I don't get why.

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #sally jackson #pjo show #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #minee

[sister-cna-reader]

I petition Bill to have seven kids! Him and Becky would make great parents! Also, I picture Bill parenting boy would be much like his dad’s a little strict but also caring and attentive to their needs and wants. And when he does have a girl, she’ll be a daddy’s girl and Bill would spoil her but also be strict with her.

😘💕 For you anon

For a horde of children, one needed a firm hand and a loud whistle.

But Bill Watkins couldn't use his whistle right now, not with his youngest fast asleep on his arm, their little face squished in his palm where he held her in a football hold. She had not sleep much the night before and surprisingly she had slept through the outfit change.

But he still wouldn't chance the whistle.

They had a birthday party to get to, and he knew his sons had forgotten in favor of playing rugby, soccer, or some other sport on the lawn.

He stepped out into the well-loved outdoor space and caught the eye of his oldest.

With no more than a quick shout from the oldest, they all lined up, oldest to youngest, the four boys in various states of grass stains and dirt.

"You have five minutes to clean up before your mother finds you. The twins are keeping her busy but you better get a move on."

It was all they needed for his Lieutenants to shuffle their siblings up the stairs and into proper party clothes.

His little fairy still slept on, oblivious to the thundering of her brother's steps.

The twins were still new to the family and were practically attached at the hip to Becky, imitating her posture, her manners, and even her way of talking- even though they were barely school-age.

He had seen them eyeing the boys and their activities and Bill wondered when the two would relax enough to elbow their way into the games.

They were fast too, almost Watkins speed already. He'd have to enroll them in a cross-country or track team to curb the bolting into any large open space.

"Are we ready Princess?" he asked the sleeping girl in his hand.

The newborn sighed- still fast asleep, sounding just like her mother.

"Honey?" Becky called from the stairs. "Can you get the boys loaded up in the car? I still have to find shoes!"

Four sets of thundering feet and two sets of slower, daintier steps flooded down the stairs to line up in front of their father.

His oldest boy straightened his glasses and combed his hair back, looking like a spitting image of his father at 15, all muscle and tall enough to worry about the height of most doors.

His second and third sons hadn't hit the last of their growth spurts yet, and were likely to overtake their eldest by the time they were done. As good as twins, they had gotten lucky and had inherited Becky's 20/20 vision.

His fourth son was darker in hair color and had gotten a bit of his mother's dramatics with how he stood in his place tapping his shoe on the floor waiting for the inspection to be over.

The twins were holding each other's hands, opting to rely on their old habits while their new father inspected his children. Their dresses were clean and far nicer than what they'd come in, and he could see how stiff they held themselves in them.

Finally, Princess was still clean and stain-free in her little ruffled dress, her hair bow safely tucked in his breast pocket for when they arrived.

The small troop had finished getting buckled in, even his princess safely ensconced in her car seat between the oldest sons. Each of her tiny fists wrapped around their pinkies while they cooed over her.

His wife burst out of the doors, bag and purse in hand, looking just as beautiful as when he met her.

"Let's go! We have to beat the Desmonds there this time!"

#it turned out to be a bit longer than anticipated #spy x family #fanfiction #becky blackbell #bill watkins #becky/bill #I am not going to attempt names for the kids on this one #Eden License to Drive

[inkybinkyboink]

more urinetown headcanons!

ma strong knits.

unfortunately bobby is allergic to wool, and her husband is dead. so.

little sally gets the most charity bc shes a little girl and shes smart so she plays it up but can turn on a dime and kick a man in the shins if he doesnt give her money

nothing you tell me will convince me that little sally does not take immense joy in kicking rich people

hot blades harry and little becky two shoes should host a true crime podcast and then decide whether or not they could have gotten away with the same murder

bobby unironically listens to yodelling and shoegaze exclusively

tiny tom's favorite movie is cars 2

officer lockstock is really good at playing the kazoo

officer barrel plays the irish whistle

these talents, however, are both their respective most shamed secrets, so neither of them know about the other's musical talents

hope is a granola girl

she has the white stanley waterbottle

officer barrel is obsessed with lord of the rings

lockstock is a slight doomsday prepper and has a basement full of canned food and survival supplies

lockstock and barrel watched 12 angry men once together and barrel has never has a better day in his life

bobby strong is scared of children

oh my god someone give that man a kitten to take care of

the poor will collectively take care of each other. they share food, their homes, it's a very tight knit community.

cladwell always has jazz music playing on a record player in his office

hot blades harry cant sleep without a night-light

pennywise was really into candlemaking before the drought

barrel would let someone off the hook and spare them from urinetown in exchange for a puff off their joint

#urinetown #bobby strong #officer lockstock

[pennyroks77]

my favorite Tobeysode (and my favorite WG episode, period)

today I'm going to talk about *drumroll please*

✨Tobey Goes Good!✨

(I was reminded of this, and I just had to write about it!)

Tobey Goes Good is incredibly funny for Tobey's interactions with Wordgirl. he is only trying to flirt with her, but she sees it as a cover-up for a more malicious plot. at one point, she asks him, 'what are you trying to pull?' to which Tobey replies

'your heartstrings'

hngggg he's such a little romantic~

the point of this episode, besides Tobey being our adorable little scrunkly blorbo, is that there is a young inventors' competition going on. you'd think Tobey would be perfectly cut out for this, and he is. he builds a robot colony on Mars.

here is where I start to get angry.

despite literally colonizing Mars, Tobey does not win the competition. Becky and Violet won. with an apple slicer that can also slice hard-boiled eggs.

how is that better than a colony on another planet?!

Tobey drops the goody-two-shoes attitude (which he was not faking, by the way) and decides it's war. after all, why should he be good to people who don't recognize his special talents?

but there is one other thing that the apple + egg slicer is good for-- slicing robots.

he lost to a kitchen utensil. twice. within the span of an hour.

say what you want, but I believe Tobey has every right to be frustrated.

poor little baby just needs a better outlet <3

#wordgirl #tobey mccallister #tobey mcallister iii

[georgiesgirl1223]

Sangria

Tom Hiddleston x named female reader

This little bit was inspired by Blake Shelton's song Sangria

Warnings: NSFW, drinking, unprotected sex, slight nipple play

Word Count: 2630 after lyrics

You’re crashing into me like waves on the coast Every time we talk, you move in close I don’t want you stop, I don’t want you to stop tonight We’ve got the last two glasses on a straw hook bar Trying to remember what number we are String of white lights making your eyes shine tonight We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Recking ball dancing down the hallway You’re holding your shoes, wearing my shades We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around

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Becky walked along the shoreline of the deserted beach, her toes sinking into the soft pink sand as the warm ocean water lapped at her feet. It was her first solo trip since her boyfriend had broken things off with her and she figured the calming beaches of Barbados would be the perfect retreat. Glancing out into the open ocean a cool, fragrant breeze swept across her face, blowing her soft auburn locks in the wind. Her short white lace bohemian inspired dress billowed in the air as the wind swept it up caressing her sun kissed skin. The sun was beginning to set low into the sky as if it were melting into the water, casting a deep pink glow across the sky.

Digging her toes into the cool sand, Becky watched as the orange glow of the setting sun danced ripples across the waves of the ocean. Taking a deep breath in, she let it out, blowing all of the negativity out of her body as another breeze caressed her face. In that moment she finally felt free. Free of the heartbreak, free from the sadness that had consumed her and now she wanted nothing more than to celebrate her new-found freedom. Turning and continuing on her trek, Becky made her way back to her beachside hotel, more specifically the small tiki bar that shared a wall with her hotel. Her feet sank into the wet sand, the grains squishing in-between her tanned, manicured toes as the hotel sign came into view, the red no-vacancy sign buzzing brightly against the dark sky of the setting sun. Opening the door to the beach themed bar a wave of cold artificial air assaulted her face as she breezed in, making her way to the bar. The pink sand carried on into the bar, working as the floor, her feet sinking into it as she stumbled to the straw hut bar. Glancing around the small local bar she noticed only a few occupants, couples mostly judging by the way they sat so close together. Her eyes then followed the length of the bar as she noticed a familiar face sitting just a couple stools down from her. He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting coral colored shorts, a white loosely buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his muscular forearms, a set of aviator sunglasses tucked into his shirt, and a pair of brown leather flipflops. Becky tried to control the fangirl that screamed inside her as she gave him a shy smile, biting her lower lip when she noticed he was staring back at her. Tossing her brown strappy sandals on the ground next to her, she hopped onto one of the backless, straw covered stools. 

The heavy-set man, dressed in pineapple patterned pink board shorts and a powder blue tank top, from behind the bar stepped over to her. “What can I get you sweetie” he asked her in a gruff voice. 

Becky nervously glanced through the menu, not even reading it as she looked around at the other patrons. “Umm… Sangria please.” 

The bartender quickly returned with her beverage, a large goblet of the deep burgundy fruity wine, thin slices of oranges, lemons, and limes decorated the drink. Becky slowly sipped on her drink as she anxiously surveyed the room. It had been so long since she was out on her own and there was a part of her that was uncomfortable with the whole idea. Fidgeting with the thin spaghetti straps of her dress, she couldn’t help but steal longing glances at the man perched at the end of the bar. Replacing her half empty glass on the bar, Becky caressed the stemware, the water beads forming on the glass moistening her fingers. Her body absentmindedly swayed to the seductive island music playing in the background, her shoulders rhythmically moving, her head cocked to the left as she stared blankly at the wineglass on the straw hut bar.

Moments later she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, the man’s fiery stare set her skin aflame with desire. Her heart began to race, threatening to pound out of her chest as she noticed from the corner of her eye as the man stood and stalked towards her. The closer the man got with every step the more butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach, her pulse rapid as her body began to involuntarily quiver in anticipation, in the hope that he was walking towards her. Stopping just a few feet shy of where she sat, Becky glanced over her shoulder as the man gestured to the bar stool next to her. 

“My I?” The man asked, his British accent thick and seductive as he spoke making Becky tremble inside.

“Please” she signaled with a soft smile, her cherry red lips curling up.

“I’m Tom.” The man introduced himself as he hopped onto the stool, holding out his hand to her.

“Becky.” She replied grasping his hand, expecting a simple handshake. Electricity pulsed through them as their palms touched, Tom taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss over her knuckles. A shiver ran down her spine and settled in her core the moment his lips connected with her bare skin. 

“It’s a pleasure, Becky” Tom said, glancing up into her hazel eyes from over her hand, his blue-green eyes sparkling back at her from under the dim light of the bar. 

As they continued their idol chit-chat the bartender approached the duo as Tom ordered two more glasses of sangria. 

Hours seemed to fly by as they sipped on their fruity drinks, sharing everything from embarrassing stories from their childhood to talking about their present-day lives, Becky even told him the real reason she had decided to take this spontaneous trip. They laughed together, speaking to one another as if they had known each other for years, and from the amount of knowledge each shared it could’ve been possible. 

As Tom ordered their fourth glass of sangria Becky was starting to feel a little tipsy, but not so much as she was losing control of her own thoughts. Her shoulder crashed into his like the waves on the beach as she adjusted herself in her seat. Every time they spoke Becky moved in closer to him, delighting in the warmth of his body and the tingle of his breath on her skin as he spoke. 

Tom loved how Becky would lean in closer to him, her fragrant smell of grapefruit mixed with the ocean air excited his senses. He didn’t want her to stop, he didn’t want her to stop tonight, he didn’t ever want her to stop. 

Soon they were the last two glasses on the straw hut bar as the bartender called last call for the night. Finishing their drinks, they sipped on the fruity wine slowly as they both leaned in closer, Tom noticing the soft sun kissed skin of her neck as it begged him to be kissed. Carefully leaning into her, Tom stole a soft kiss as his lips swept over her shoulder. This wasn’t like him, like either of them. Tom had never picked up a girl at the bar for a one-night stand before, nor has Becky ever had a fling with a man she barely knows. But, for both of them it felt like more, more than just a one-time fling, they both felt a deeper connection that they’d talk about tomorrow. Tonight, it was about giving into their intense passion, their obvious desires for one another, tonight was about sex. Tom’s eyes roamed hungrily over her body, the string lights above the bar making her eyes shine as he locked onto them. 

They were both buzzing like the no vacancy sign out front. Becky nervously took his and into hers as she leaned in, Tom capturing her soft lips with his as she hummed against his mouth. Tom relished in the feeling of her mouth on his, how her lips parted allowing his tongue entrance as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues mingled together as he groaned out. There was something magnetic about her, he felt drawn to her from the first moment he first noticed her walk into the bar, and their passionate kiss proved all of his deepest thoughts, that their connection ran deeper than just lust. Letting out a deep guttural growl, his tongue explored her, the taste of sangria still on her lips. Her lips tasted like sangria and he was becoming drunk in love off of them.

Tracing her fingertips up his chiseled chest from over his shirt as she grabbed his sunglasses, putting them on as she struck a cheeky pose just for him. Helping her stand, Becky bent down retrieving her sandals as they walked together into the hotel. Making their way inside their bodies tangled franticly together like a wrecking ball dancing down the hallway. Coming to his door, they fell against it, Tom pinning her between his arms as they fell into a wild, warm kiss, savoring in the lingering taste of sangria on her mouth. 

Eagerly he opened the door as they fell inside and stumbled onto the bed, the red no vacancy sign flashing from outside the window, lighting up the dark room. Lifting up her dress, Tom pulled it over her head and tossed it aside as she laid back on his plush four-poster bed in nothing but a white lace thong that seemed to glow against her sun kissed skin. Her body writhed on the mattress in a silent plea to be kissed, to be touched, by him and only him. Standing over her, Tom slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. Becky bit her lower lip and she hungrily glanced over the British God standing before her with his muscular chest and his well-defined abs. Tom gave her a cheeky grin as he worked on undoing his belt, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down along with his boxers, leaving them to pool on the floor as he stepped out of them. His enormous nine-inch erect cock stood at attention before her as her eyes widened, biting her lower lip as she thought of how full he would make her feel. Becky shuddered as he ghosted his hands lightly up her legs, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and eagerly ripping them down revealing the soft mound of her waxed pussy. Tom groaned out as he took her all in, her beautiful naked body sprawled out on his bed for him, only for him. His head was spinning with thoughts of her, about that moment, about what the future could hold for them. But tonight, all he wanted to do was drink her in like a Spanish wine. He knelt on the bed, crawling towards her like a cat as he stared longingly into her eyes. “You are so gorgeous Becky” he whispered against her lips before they crashed onto hers, their tongues darting in and out as they danced together. Their limbs tangled together as she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing against her inner thigh as she felt him twitch against her. Her hands grazed down his muscular back as her fingertips pressed firmly into her skin, her nails digging into his flesh. Tom’s left hand cradled the back of her head as his fingertips curled into her silky locks, she had to know that this was more than just a one-night stand for him. His right hand explored down the side of her body, his long fingers sprawling out as they danced across her skin. His mouth nipped down her neck, eliciting soft moans from her as her body gyrated beneath him. Finding her breast, Tom roughly kneaded it with his palm, his nimble fingers tweaking her nipple, rolling and tugging as it became a hard, stiff peak. 

“Oh Tom” she cried out into the darkness as his warm body enveloped hers. 

“Oh God, Becky” he growled out against her neck, the vibration of his voice sending intense shivers down her spine. Just the fact that this man was moaning her name out loud excited her. 

Reaching down, Tom lined up his throbbing cock with her warm, wet entrance. Looking up at her, he watched as her eyes grew darker as he slowly slid into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her walls stretched around him, gripping him tightly and pulling him in deeper as his own pupils blew out. Becky clung tightly to him as he fully planted himself into her wanton pussy. This was like nothing she had ever felt before as she adjusted to the intrusion.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, concerned that he was hurting her. 

“Perfect” she breathed out, ready and wanting more as she bucked against him, needing to feel his friction against her body.

Tom began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first to allow her to get comfortable as she arched her back, her head falling back needing more. 

“Look at me Becky” he commanded, Becky glancing up under hooded eyes as they locked with his. 

Tom’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, watching as ecstasy washed over her face with every thrust. She felt so tight that it was all he could to not to cum in that instant, instead he watched her as she came undone beneath his body. Becky cried out his name like a spiritual mantra as she bucked her hips against his with every thrust, feeling him go deeper and deeper as he hit her g-spot every time. Her body began to quiver and tense as Tom edged her closer to her release. Caressing up her side with his right hand, it found hers as she clung to the bedsheets, he intertwined their fingers together, his eyes never parting from hers. Tom felt her walls tighten and contract around his cock pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm as his cock twitched inside of her. 

“I’m going to cum” Becky panted out, squeezing his hand tighter as her bucks became more frantic.

“Me too” Tom breathed out before capturing his lips with hers, the distinct taste of sangria still prominent. Their tongues mingled together as his thrusts began to faulter and become more erratic. Moans and cries were swallowed by their kisses as they came out in panted muffles. High-pitched noises drowned in Becky’s mouth as she came, her juices dripping down Tom’s cock as he gave her two more powerful thrusts before spilling is seed into her, long thick ropes of milky white cum coating her walls. Breaking their embrace, Tom slipped out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her in close to his side. Gripping at her hair, Tom twirled her locks around his long fingers, he cradled her head against his chest as their haggard breaths began to calm. Becky traced circles over his chest as Tom held her in his strong arms, a satisfied smile crossing both their faces.

“I want to be like this for the rest of eternity” Tom told her, his British accent still making her weak in the knees.

“You do?” She asked quizzically, tilting her head up to judge his seriousness. 

“I do” he answered caressing her flushed cheek with his fingers. “And I intend on doing just that.” Tom hooked is finger under her chin, tilting her head up further as he kissed her passionately and with purpose as if telling her that he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Leaning back Tom licked his lips. Her lips still tasted like sangria. 

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COSMIC - S2:E7; Chapter Seven, The Lost Sister - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

In their search for answers, psychic visions draw Eleven and Y/n to a band of violent outcasts and an angry girl with a shadowy past.

⚠️ WARNINGS: canon use of a derogatory term referring to someone who lives with psychosis spectrum syndrome, or schizophrenia (used exactly twice, back to back)

📝A.N: I thank you endlessly for your patience, my dears. There's been and will be more rewriting (not storywise, really, just some polishing) for the lost sister chapters. Also, while I'm here, stranger danger is real, kids. Practice safety everywhere you can. Please be safe 🙏

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Hugging my jacket tighter around my chest does little to stop the chattering in my teeth thanks to the cold that has already sunk into my bones. Despite all that has happened, I count ourselves lucky the seats El and I picked ended up near the bus's heater. Though at least the lingering chill from outside is keeping me awake and alert.

Trying again to rub the very last of sleep from my eyes, I try even harder to make sense of the sudden change in my surroundings.

I remember drifting off on the futon at Becky's, the next thing I know El is shaking me awake and pulling me down the stairs. All I had time to grab was my jacket, counting myself very lucky I managed to slip on my shoes before we were out the door.

Another shiver hits me like a brick when a bit of cold sneaks down the neck of my jacket. I inwardly groan. I didn't even get to change out of my pajamas.

I tried asking El what was going on and where the hell we were going─not to mention so late at night─but nothing came of it. It was difficult not to ask again, but the look I caught in her eye as we fled the front porch silenced me, if only momentarily. I tried again, when we were halfway down the road.

That time she spoke. And with a breathless voice, a vice-like grip on my hand, and furiously banishing a single tear she thought I hadn't seen. "It's not safe."

So here we find ourselves... Squished into two little purple patterned seats on the first bus we could find. I'm just happy it's not another truck.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and I look cautiously to my side, already knowing what to expect. Several other passengers watch us discreetly─some not so much. A young couple across the isle and two rows back are whispering as they eye us, either heavily concerned or far too judgemental. I'm tired and can't bring myself to care enough to figure it out.

Sadly, however, my self anxieties are still in tact under these stares. I tug my jacket tighter around my torso, my arms staying folded across my stomach. I turn to look at El and I can make out her disheartened reflection watching droplets of rain trickle down the fogged window. I rest my head tiredly on the back of my seat and attempt to break the silence.

"El?" My voice comes out as strangled, but I don't know why.

Her head rolls across the seat to face me and I'm reminded she's just as upset about this sudden uprooting as I am. Likely, of course, even more so. Her brown eyes, normally sparkling, are dulled and sad. Her eyelids sag a little, but she's fighting it well. More than anything, I sense a great deal of it is emotional exhaustion.

A million questions run through my head but I only find myself asking one. "Are you okay?"

She sniffles but gives me no immediate answer. That's when I finally note the small trace of a copper red smear, barely visible at the base of her nose that she had otherwise hastily wiped clean. Blood.

One more look in her eyes and I know; El is debating on whether or not she should lie. Finally, she speaks, and somehow I know she has told me the truth. "No."

I wince at the sound of her broken voice, splintered and forced. I extend my hand, as she did this afternoon. I'm so happy when she takes it. I gave her palm a reassuring squeeze and I look carefully in her eyes.

"El, you know you can tell me anything, right?" I ask, not even completely certain she has something to tell. But I still need her to know this.

Her eyes fall to our hands, and although she tries to hide it, I notice the subtle flutter of her eyes working to blink back tears. Her free and restless hand─which had been fiddling with her clutched bag straps on and off all day─tightened considerably. She must be spending too much time with me, a part of me thought dismissively.

"She called us in." Her grip flinches tighter when she whispers this. "I'm sorry."

Called us in? I try to make sense of this for a moment. I wonder if I heard her correctly, she had spoken so softly.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask gently. "Why are you sorry?"

"I heard her," she choked back. Panic is crawling into her voice and her other hand leaves the straps of her bag in favor of holding onto my forearm. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she thought I would suddenly dissappear. "She called for the policeman. Told them about me. And... she gave them your name. I'm sorry Y/n."

"My name?" I gulped, but my throat felt suddenly dry. "So, the police are gonna--? They're gonna know that I'm...?"

She nodded, remorseful eyes brimming with tears. Her face twists up in a sour pout she quickly banishes. But it was clear. She was panicking, for both our sakes.

Instinctively, I gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and managed, at most, a half-assed smile. Maybe it's for her sake, or maybe it's for mine.

"It's okay, it's not entirely your fault El," I say instinctively. I gulp again despite my dry mouth, certain she notices, but there's little room to care. My mind is buzzing, sleep now a far off worry. "Yeah, okay. I'm not going to lie to you, that's... That's not good. But I also knew what I was risking when I went with you."

My words feel like they're coming in slower and slower as I process everything in real time. El's patience with me is genuine, at least, and I attempt to mirror that as I sort hastily through my thoughts.

"The truth is, things really haven't been going super well at home. Everyone's fighting─more than usual, I mean,"

El cracks a tiny somber smile at that, and I feel one spread across my face as well. But it hardly lasts for either of us.

"Like I said before, Mike hasn't been himself since you left. And now Will is acting up. In fact, he's... El, he's completely different. He's sick, he's really sick. And so angry.

"The party is falling apart, and I've felt more alone these past few weeks than I have in a really long time. And on top of it all," my voice lowers further. "I'm still finding stuff I didn't know I could do. I've been having trouble with... well, you know."

El looks to me in surprise, her eyebrows raised. Safe to say she understands what I'm getting at.

I nod. "The point is, you showing up has been just what I needed. And yes, it's scary, but thanks to you I found out how I got here─where I came from... That's really good. I have you to thank for that."

It takes her a moment to consider my words, but El eventually gives me a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes. A mixture of remorse and fear is still etched into her tear-stained face as she needlessly pulls her bag further into her lap, her hand leaving my forearm again to do so. I almost think more of it before her face lights up in grateful remembrance.

El wiggles closer to me in her seat before dipping her head in. "I found her. The girl."

I perked up a bit, looking back at my friend with a daring crumb of hope.

"Really? That's great! So did you get anything useful? Maybe the girl's name or where we're going?"

The hope I saw in El's face disappeared just as soon, and she shakes her head. But her face scrunches up thoughtfully as if she was trying to remember something she might have missed.

"A city." She looks at me quizzically, repeating a word she must have heard only in passing. "Shuh-cago?"

My eyes widened. "Chicago?" El nodded. "We're going to Chicago?"

El shrugged her shoulders. This was the best she could give. "Shuh-cago."

Okay. Chicago. Deep breath in. I could do that. And out. Maybe. Maybe this was incredibly stupid. In. Then again, so was chasing down an interdimensional gate while on the run from top secret government thugs. And I had done that... Barely.

"Um, okay..." I sigh heavily, only now realizing I have been holding my breath. My eyes fall to my lap, noting my rapidly bouncing leg. "Well, are you sure? Is that what you heard, or maybe saw somewhere?"

El nodded. Another dry gulp.

"So you really think she'll help, huh?" I ask.

She gives me a weak, but reassuring smile and softly squeezes my hand. "Yes."

I look to her, grateful, but I'm unsure how genuine I appear. Yet another silence follows quickly after.

The familiar feeling bubbles up in my stomach again, though it is much more intense. Sure I had anxieties about leaving with El, but this overpowered that. At least I had the small chance of not getting caught─that I'd be back the next night and it could all be explained away by being at the Byers house. But this is quickly spiraling. This had already spiraled, and I am beginning to feel sick to my stomach with nerves. The moment the Chief got Becky Ives' message then it was only a matter of time before my mom was notified, and─oh no...

Unsurprisingly, she's going to the ends of the earth just to find Mews. I can't imagine the stress she'll inevitably be under when she finds out that some woman across town filed a report about me. And now I'm on a bus to Illinois.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. The last thing I need is spirlaing my way into another accident. I have a feeling I could do a lot more damage on a crowded bus than I did boiling some cereal.

I glance at El for only a moment. Her attention is back outside, peering through the fog and the reflections on the glass. She's (presumably) oblivious to the noise in my head. A part of me─the logical part of me─is angry with myself for being so forgiving. For not communicating my disappointment well enough. Dustin always said I had a problem with that. And yet, even though I meant what I had said to El about finding out where I came from...

Maybe I did it cause I felt bad for El. She was sorry, and she was in trouble.

But I'm in trouble now, too, I remind myself.

Part of me is hoping Chicago is a dead end, and while I feel awful for feeling that way, I do. I find myself longing to be with Will again. The old Will. He always had a knack for knowing when I wasn't okay.

He always makes me feel validated when I'm upset. He listens, and he'd do anything to get me to smile. The way I want to do for him.

It hurts thinking about that now.

Whether I like it or not, I've found myself on a one way trip to the unknown, straying further and further from the safety of home.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I don't realize I have drifted off until I feel a tap on my shoulder. My head feels much heavier and I find myself squinting against the interior lights (which now seem much brighter than before) to find El gesturing towards the isle. Through bleary eyes I make out a small line of people already shuffling down the isle ahead of us. Quickly─but rather drowsily─I rise from my seat and join them, making sure El is close behind.

We had spilled out onto the busy streets among the rest but found ourselves stalled at the edge of the sidewalk. I'm unsure about El, but the sight before me succeeds in banishing my exhaustion instantly. Between the return of the frigid breeze, the towering architecture, and the swarm of strangers every which way, I'm questioning if I'll ever sleep again.

I'm captivated as I look around in an odd mix of awe and fear. Living in a small town like Hawkins for so long makes places like Chicago feel like another planet, so it would seem.

It doesn't feel as though we're standing in the heart of the city, more so the center of a giant hive─with bees buzzing in and out with no motivation other than work. No leisure, just urgency. The entire world is whirring around us─every which way─and I suddenly have this feeling if any one person were to drop at any moment this little world would keep on moving without a second thought. It's fascinating and completely terrifying.

One curious look at El told me I wasn't alone. Neither of us had fully comprehended what we were in for until this moment. But I suppose that in itself was even slightly reassuring─that neither of us were alone.

Standing here lost in a sea of strange people, that note hits a bit harder this time as the initial shock wears off. Nobody here seems to know anyone and they all seem angry.

She remains silent at my side but El's wisdom from earlier still bring comfort to me.

"Y/n, we can defend ourselves, remember?"

She did have a point, we do have certain advantages. But then again, came that convincing little voice in my head, if we were put in a situation where we were forced to use them, then all the closer we going were to being caught.

I look to El to try and gauge her reaction and I find she's still very much lost in the towering city skyline─a genuine smile on her face. For a moment I wish I can enjoy it, but there are simply too many reminders where we are, and why I can't.

Eagerly, she starts walking down the streets and I follow her. I'm thankful I was able to retrieve my shoes and jacket, but I still can't seem to drag my thoughts away from the fact that my teeth are back to chattering. The words I spoke earlier today pop into my mind only to mock me, "I guess I kept myself warm,". Just another reason to learn how to--

A strong force strikes my shoulder hard enough to put a stumble in my steps, and instantly my train of thought is gone. I whirl around to see a man throwing me a pointed sneer over his large, squared shoulders. "Watch yourself, would ya'?," Gawking back, I spy the man making steady strides down the sidewalk with no remorse.

Huffing, I burrow my fists deeper in my jacket pockets and lie to myself that it's simply to keep my hands warm. It's bullshit, considering I don't need help in that department, but it keeps us going forward I guess.

Well, me, anyway.

I don't get in two steps before finally noticing El was at a standstill. I stop again, this time confused, to see my friend rooted to the middle of the city sidewalk. Steam from nearby grates billowed all around her, ruffling her flannel collar. She fixes a hard glare on the man behind us.

"Mouth-breather," She says, her voice low. Just then, her gaze drops and my eyes begin to widen.

I spot the man in the crowd just in time to see him stumble forward onto the concrete. Angrily, he sits up, looking around frantically and glaring at anyone who dared to titter. I felt a chuckle coming on myself when I barely make out the string of curses directed at his shoelaces as he hotly retied them.

El looked to me, hardly suppressing a smile and a roguish look in her eye. Before anyone could see, she wiped her nose clean of blood.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

If I thought I was cold before, I was dead wrong. We've been walking for about two hours, if I had to guess. The muscles in my feet are beginning to knot, and my sweatpants are clinging to my legs.

About half an hour ago, a truck drove through a puddle and I caught the tail end of the splash when we turned the corner. To pass the time, I've been trying to dry them subtly with my hands against my legs, but it didn't get me very far, even with El's advice. I finally gave it a rest after a while. I wasn't getting terribly far and I didn't want to risk draining myself if the walk was much longer.

By now I've grown used to the odd and wandering looks we've gathered. But the tension creeps back in when El leads us down an incredibly questionable alley. We are definitely in the riskier parts of the city though I try to hold my tongue and save questions until later. My instincts tell me I need to appear more confident than I am. El seems to hold up that exterior well enough, though even her confidence is waning slightly.

We find ourselves surrounded by many sluggish people, all of whom mill about around us. The alley and its inhabitants are lit mostly by fire pits in steel barrels. The stench is hard to ignore; everything wreaks of booze, cigarettes, and urine.

A frightening, cackling, man steps towards my face as we walk by and I flinch back. "They're dead. They're all dead!" He cries out.

His hyena-like laughter bounces off the cement walls and echoes in my ears. I can practically taste his awful breath and I duck my head down avoiding eye contact as I pull El along forward with me.

I can sense her eagerness to leave the alley in her vice-like grip that rivals my own. Neither of us dare let go. Without a word, we break into a matching jog and scurry on.

We don't stop until we reach what looks to be an abandoned underpass. The stench is mostly gone, but in its place something else unidentifiable. Beer cans litter the concrete and every wall is touched with graffiti.

Finally, we emerge from the darkened space to find an old and windowless warehouse. Like the underpass, there isn't a single wall or slab of concrete that isn't decorated with spray paint and neon color. This is where El stops us suddenly.

I glanced ahead of me at the building a second time, now taking in the little details. There is one tiny door ahead of us supplied with only one window─the glass dirtied and fogged, shows us nothing but flickering yellow light. And beckoning us over, curling whisps of steam pouring out of the shadows despite (what appeared to be) the windowless, pipeless, boring metal box of a building.

"Is... this it?" I ask.

"Yes." El answers. And for the first time since the alley, she releases my hand.

El sets off towards the building without another word. Almost like ripping of a band-aid; if she didn't do it now and all at once... Or maybe that's just my reasoning. I quickly follow behind, attempting to prepare myself for whatever we might find.

Upon first glance, it's not much different to the exterior; boxes, crates, barrels, and planks litter the interior and the spray paint almost smells fresh. The entrance we stand in is part of a small alcove, and it's clear the further you step inside the ceiling extends. But what catches my eye are the four people huddled around another makeshift firepit.

One girl, who sits perched on several cushions and lighting a cigarette begins to giggle teasingly. "You should do stand-up, Axe. There's a spot a few blocks away."

The group chuckles, and a tall lanky man with a large mohawk rolls his eyes with a smirk. Among them, a rather large and beefy man, who clearly seems to be the muscle, and another young woman in cuffed jeans, gloves and a dark green flannel jacket.

There is no time to worry what they might say or do when they realize we are here. El is already calling out to them. Logically, I knew we would be making ourselves known one way or another, yet my knees now feel as if they are threatening to lock at the sudden action.

"Hello?" El's voice echoed out.

The group stops and turns, their faces illuminated by the fire. The shadows now casted across their faces are eerie, like someone about to tell a ghost story.

A sickening smirk curls along the lanky one's face. My stomach drops two stories when he struts around the fire, now making his way towards us.

"Well, well... What do we have here?" He purrs, still with that no good smile.

The others follow in their friend's footsteps and rise to their feet, no doubt an act of intimidation. I look anxiously between El and the strangers, though I somehow manage to keep a still face.

These others are now inching towards us and I feel my heart rate pick up. The woman in the green jacket scoffs, looking us up and down. If I were to guess, she was trying to decide which of us looked stranger.

"What are those, overalls?" She asks finally, referring to El.

The other young woman─who had been stalking around us like we were something to play with─finally stops at me. I try to hide the tense in my shoulders but I suspect it's no use. Her gaze is somewhat bored as she looks me up and down, then jabs a bony finger in my shoulder. I roll it when she does, as if shaking off the feel of her touch.

"And get a load of this one," she squeaks, blowing smoke into my grimacing face. She lets out an awkward snort, clearly amused with my reactions and uneasy demeanor. "Y'could knock this one down with a feather,"

I cough, fanning away the miniature smog cloud lingering in my face. This gave the lanky one, Mohawk, a chuckle. The Smoker turns to me and fakes a pout.

"What's the matter, kiddies? Thought your little slumber party could use a fun little adventure in the big city, huh?"

More laughter from the others. Fighting the returning impulse to roll my eyes, I instead take another subtle deep breath.

The woman is already answering her own rhetorical question with another fake pout and flick of her cigarette ashes. "Well, you ain't gonna find it here, so go on back to the farm now."

"We're looking for my sister."

My eyes jump to El in surprise but they quickly return to the group, not particularly eager to give away the fact I had no idea what she was talking about. Sister? I do have to applaud El's quick thinking, though, I suppose.

"Aw..." Mohawk jeers. "Shirley Temple lost her sister. So sad."

"I saw her. Here." She reaches into her bag, likely for the photograph clipping from Becky's. But they all tense.

"Uh-uh," The Muscle said suddenly. "Hand out of your pocket. Slow."

El complies and Mohawk rips the news clipping from her hand. "Give me that shit."

For the first time in this encounter, this man looks apprehensive. Seeing the photo was enough to shock him into temporary silence. And apparently this in itself is enough to lure the flannel woman forward to investigate for herself. Now, like the man, she is snatching the photo up with shock.

"Is that Kali?"

"Kali?" El asks.

Mohawk steps forward, visibly on edge. Taking advantage of his height, he towers over El with an impressive glare. I say nothing, but I mirror his actions─taking a step further into El's side with a tiny glare of my own.

"How did you find us?" He questions. "Who else knows you're here?"

El backs up slightly and suddenly I was jumping to speak. "No one knows we're here." I say.

"And no one was speaking to you, either," My face sours and he returns to El. "Is this true, Shirley Temple? So, what then? Poof! You just show up like magic with that picture?"

"Stay calm." Flannel warns. "They're just kids, alright?"

He turns on her quickly. "Some kids that could get us all killed."

Like that, his anger is back on El and he pulls something from his pocket. My eyes fall to the object in his hand and my heart sinks into my stomach.

"If I have to ask again, Shirley, you'll start losing things." He carefully unfolds the pocket knife, making sure we catch the light bouncing off the blade before waving it in El's face. "Starting with those pretty little locks of yours. Yeah?"

He's in more danger than we are. He's in more danger than we are--

I still look desperately between the man and his companions─it'd be helpful to know where they stand with the threatening of children. Each of them seemed uncomfortable with his actions in varying degrees, but it was Flannel, again, who stepped forward.

"Come on, Axe. Put down the knife." She warns, her voice getting sharper.

The blade grows closer towards El's face and my heart rate breaks hummingbird records. The man is only getting angrier.

"How did you find us?"

"I saw her." El's voice is rushed and shaky, but not completely fearful. I know why, and it's the only reason I haven't (completely) fallen apart.

He advances further, still with that stupid knife and everyone's voices begin to drown in the deafening roar of blood pumping in my ears. He's beside me now as El keeps backing away and I can't bring myself to move out of his way. I'm not sure yet if it's out of bravery or fear.

"That's not an answer!" He roars.

"Axe!"

I throw aside my common sense and step fully in between them, planting myself directly in his path. "Hey-!"

He freezes, wide eyes flying to his hand. My eyes follow, fearful I've done something unintentionally. But there's nothing. Just a shaky hand with a tiny blade. Yet Mohawk staggers backward, his blade-wielding arm extended as far away from himself as possible.

"Je-Jesus!" He huffs in ragged, near incoherent sqeaks. "Jesus Christ!"

He chucks the knife on the concrete behind us, the blade nearly nicking my legs. He looks up and down his torso, his face draining of color before our eyes. He frantically swipes at himself, several fearful squeals jumping from him. El and I share a look over my shoulder, confused.

"Get off! Shit!"

He is running across the room now, hunched over and desperately swatting at his head, face, and arms. I have to step back to avoid his path as he maneuvers around me and his companions have to do the same.

"You're a terrible dancer, Axel."

Everyone, including myself, turns towards the source of the newest voice. On the stairs, leaning on the banister with a sly smirk is another young woman. Half of her head is shaved, the other half tinted a dark purple. Like the others, she was dressed in grunge, but oddly, they didn't seem shabby or cheap.

The guy named Axel relaxes, only for a moment, before it evolves into anger. He smacks his head angrily and gestured towards her as she comes down the steps.

"I told you, Kali, stay out of my head. " He spits.

"So we're threatening little kids now, are we?" She asks, striding towards us.

"They know about you." Axel defends.

The Smoker─the one who mocked me─steps forward with the photo El had procured.

"Farmgirl here had this."

The new girl, the one I can only assume to be the one we were searching for, grabs the photo. If I had to guess, she is attempting to hide her shock.

El steps away from behind me and cautiously approaches her. I'm not entirely thrilled, nor surprised, to see this girl, Kali, sizing El up and down. I don't miss the quick inspection she gives me, either.

"Where did you get this?" She asks El.

"Mama," El answers, taking the photograph back and placing it in her bag.

"Your mother gave this to you?"

"In her dream circle," El says.

I raise my brow, and as I suspect the others don't take to it, or her very easily.

"Dream circle," Axel scoffs, pacing the room. "I think she's a schizo or something."

I'm beginning to believe this man is determined to be the biggest jackass in the room.

"Says she's looking for her sister."

"Yeah. Like I said, schizo."

There's a bitter taste in my mouth and an itch crawling up my back. The idea of holding back all this anger is withering before my eyes─every word this asshole says is added coal to the fire.

My glare follows him across the room as he bends to retrieve his knife. But the blade is flying through the air and into El's waiting hand before he can touch it. This almost makes me smile.

Mumbles of surprise bounce around the group, but I simply watch with pride building in my chest as El confidently folds the knife closed and hands it to the girl.

"I saw you. In the rainbow room."

Something in the girl's eye changes drastically. She begins to stalk around El before she stops halfway to stand beside her.

"What is your name?"

"Jane."

I can't say I was expecting that, yet I wait. I concentrate my energy on keeping my jaw clenched. I've been fighting my chattering teeth ever since we stepped into this lions den and the muscles in my jaw have now grown weak and sore.

Kali grabs El's left wrist and pushes back her sleeve revealing her tattoo. In turn, El reaches for Kali's sleeve. It's pulled back to reveal a tiny cluster of ink to match El's. I almost don't notice─the sight of El allowing anyone to touch her tattoo had floored me.

That is, until I finally catch the three black digits etched into Kali's skin, and my stomach twists.

It's not actually...? My wringing hands find a new focus: the loud and blank skin of my left inner wrist.

I'm not sure why I'm surprised by this, not if we came here in search of someone like El. Someone who lived through the lab experiments with El. But the sight of the 008 tattoo hits me a little hard. Is it because it makes this all the more real? Or was it because of the longing in El's eyes as they cloud over in tears?

Her lips begun to tremble as their gazes met. "Sister."

Kali nods, breathless. "Sister,"

The two collapse into each other's arms and somehow I feel even more out of place here. It's inspiring to see; two sides of the same coin finally meeting. What each of them must have gone through─now free, now with one another. This is huge for El.

So why aren't I happy? And why does this feel like such a slippery slope?

There's no time to wonder, the two are breaking apart. Kali takes El's hands in her own, giving them a strong squeeze. The two smile at one another and my eyes fall to my feet, suddenly hyperaware of my myself and how I stand. The ends of my sweatpants are still soaked and the water in my shoes sponged up against my feet are frigid. Yet somehow, the stare of the others──the stare of Kali's──is what freezes me over.

"Jane, who is this?" She asks.

"Y/n. My friend."

Against instinct, against all comforting thought, I force myself to face her. Maybe I'm mistaken or just too damn hopeful, but the curiosity behind her eyes almost seems a bit more relaxed. Now with El's approval.

Hands still partially hidden in my jacket pocket, I send a tiny wave with my fingers and manage my best imitation of a smile.

"Hi," I mumble, trembling. Damn my chattering teeth.

The weight of Kali's stare is intimidating. I might not know the specifics of what makes her unique like us, but I can tell already her abilities aren't what make her powerful. She exudes that all on her own.

Kali looks me up and down and I almost convince myself my life depends on this one impression. And maybe it does.

Tearing me from my thoughts, Kali cocks her head and asks. "Why are you in pajamas?" She actually sounds, almost, amused? It's disarming.

"Short version?" I want to wince at the nervous chuckle that comes out involuntarily. But I'm too damn cold. And hungry. "We kinda had to make a quick get away."

Kali looks at me for a moment with an unreadable expression, though something tells me she understands. Another moment of uncertainty, seconds too long, and my mind runs in panicy circles. What did I say? What did I not say? Did I accidentally just insult her, her mother, and her entire existence without realizing? The part of my brain in charge of logic dismissed that theory almost immediately but unfortunately stress and fear were the perfect feul for doubt, as always.

Kali confirms this with a chuckle that brought time back out of slow motion. She then turns to another one of the groups members─the one who had taken caution with El and her photograph─the Muscle. He is a wide-set man with the long braid and a kindly aura.

"Funshine, take this one upstairs and help him find some warm clothes. I'd like to talk to Jane. Alone."

Her eyes fall on me, her amusement dimming away and back to speculation.

El doesn't appear to be as hesitant as I would have anticipated her to be. She's lost in the euphoria of reuniting with Kali. The idea of a sudden separation strikes fear in me─something far more powerful than the silly doubts flashing in my mind moments ago. This was a pit seeding in my stomach, ready to grow.

The larger man nods and steps forward. Surprised, my eyes flicker back to Kali and she smiles reassuringly.

"Don't worry, he's nothing but a big softie," she says with a simper, turning and leaving with El.

"El...?" Was she really just gonna leave? The two slow, and El pulls her attention away from Kali and over her shoulder to me.

"It's okay," she promises. "I'll be back," And then she was dissapearing up the stairs, Kali's arm slung over her shoulder.

...Somehow that made it worse.

The man I've been instructed to go with is smiling warmly when I turn to him. It's the first I'm put at even the slightest of ease since arriving.

"Don't you worry, we'll find something warm for you," he says, his voice deep and kind. He makes way for the stairs, pausing at the bottom with a hand on the metal rail. He throws me a brief nod over his shoulder. "We should get you by a fire, too, and quick. Dangerous for you to be walking out here like that─you'll catch your death,"

Against all odds, I feel a tiny tug at the corners of my mouth─a smile itching to spread. It doesn't quite, not with the dread sitting in my stomach like a chunk of stone or my friend walking off with a stranger.

But now, with little choice, I do the same.

My footsteps fall in sync with his almost instantly as we climb the stairs. Silence falls quick and heavy over the open space apart from our differentiating gait hiking the metal steps. I'm peering over my shoulder without much thought for consequence, my eyes meeting with the other three strangers─each of them watch me.

The way they eye me turns my stomach. The Mohawk──Axel, and the Smoker, in particular.

There was the Flannel woman─the only other person here who seemed to care El and I were children. She may be the other exception. For one, she doesn't seem interested enough, and for that I'm grateful. But mostly, I don't forget her attempts to cool down this Axel.

His glare on me sharpens, but to my surprise, I don't wither beneath it. I'm brave enough (or stupid enough) to glare back. He twirls his knife expertly in his hands as I turn away, eliciting a unpleasant cackle from Smoker. I don't need any further reassurance these are two I need to worry about.

But that's already being pushed to the back burner─Funshine and I reach the second floor and round a poorly lit corner and that's when I spot the two figures down the catwalk a ways. El and Kali. They're making their way for another, steeper pair of stairs. Smiling and laughing, already.

A sudden voice cuts through my storm of thoughts and suddenly I'm back on earth. "Right this way, friend,"

Funshine directs me to one of the makeshift bedrooms to our right and something in me weakens when we step inside. The concrete room is bathed in turquoise and peach shadows casted from the neon lights gathered inside. Where I expected all concrete walls to close me in, I see wide (albiet dirtied) windows overlooking the first floor. But the lure of it all is a split between the king size nest of pillows and blankets in the center and the fire pit in the corner.

The sight of it all is dangerously persuasive and so is the sudden wail of my aching bones and the shudder down my spine, louder than they ever were. I'm wavering already, but I'm alert enough to realize the longing in my eyes as they rake across the bed and fire is obvious.

Funshine gestures towards the fire in the corner and ushers me along. "Go ahead and warm up. I'll be right back with some proper clothes." He says before turning.

I nod absently, far too entranced and eagerly gravitating towards the warmth now before me.

He leaves from where we came and disappears around the corner. I stifle a smile when I feel the heat washing over my body. Muscles I didn't even realize I had are melting as they meet the warm glow of the flames.

I'm not sure how long I'm standing there, but it must be several minutes at the least. Enough time for Funshine to return with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

"Here you are," I trail behind him to the bed where he drops the small mountain on the edge of the sunken mattress. "I gathered a few things that I thought might fit you best. Theres plenty of stuff in here, so you'll have options. But I insist you consider dressing in layers. It'll only get worse out there," He sends me another nod and begins to head back for the door. "Alright then. You get warm, now,"

And that's all he says. He's already heading for the door. I have a sudden fear I won't get another chance to speak with him. Or let the swell of gratitude I felt be known. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer, nor did I want to.

"Hey," I call out, growing nervous. "Um..." I winced a bit at my trailing voice.

He slows at the door and turns around, giving me a curious look.

"Thank you," I mumble, mustering a smile as grateful as I felt. "For the clothes. And-- well, everything, I guess."

Another friendly smile stretches across his face and once again he nods.

"You're certainly welcome."

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