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[aslo-97]

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[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 13 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): derogatory slurs! several of them!

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12

It was Friday. The last day of school, the night of the talent show, and just a few days before Christmas. They'd be passing out the candy cane-grams. There'd be some assembly, probably.

Your leg jittered restlessly while you tried to focus on your bio paper. What kind of sadistic fuck assigned an essay on the last day before break? The biology teacher, apparently. He had a superiority complex, you were sure. Allergic to happiness.

Your mind kept drifting back to the photo album. Surely, Regina had it. You'd put it in her locker on Wednesday, so she'd have found it first thing Thursday morning. You hadn't dared to take a peek in her locker, afraid Gretchen would sniff you out again.

Something had clearly gone down between them. Gretchen didn't sit with them at lunch, instead opting for her boyfriend's clique. She didn't seem to fit in too well and Jason didn't seem too pleased to have her there. Karen and Regina sat by themselves, conversing casually.

Cady had been banished somewhere. You'd heard talk Aaron had dumped her. You knew Janis and Damien weren't talking to her after she turned her back on them. Since the whole Kälteen bar shebang and the subsequent smear campaign Regina had doled out, she hadn't been exactly welcome at any table. From what you understood, Gretchen and Cady were on speaking terms, but Karen and Gretchen weren't, but Cady and Karen were. It was all terribly confusing.

You had a table for yourself. Some of your old friends crowded the ones nearby, quite pointedly not sitting with you. You were no longer cool, it seemed. Easier to focus on your paper, you told yourself. The cafeteria was serving chilli today. The slop was slightly too watery and the meat was a mystery, but it'd do. You'd run out of food at home. You'd wanted a goddamn Christmas dinner and a good slab of ham got pricy. Couldn't rely on Mrs George for a feast this time around.

"Hey," Someone called near you. You looked up, surprised somebody was talking to you. A boy, more specifically a jock judging by the varsity jacket. "You good?"

"What?" Your brows furrowed. "Yeah?"

He smiled smarmily. "Cool."

And he walked away. You kept looking as he went, staring after his back. His buddies were looking your way, the same kinds of grins on their faces. That was odd. Didn't bode well.

It didn't take long for you to find out why. The period following lunch was when Damien would be visiting classrooms as Santa Claus, handing out candy canes.

He walked right up to you with a grin hidden under the fake Santa beard, wiggling his eyebrows all the while.

"The whole bag..." He drawled. "Impressive."

Confused, you peered into the sack. A couple dozen candy canes filled it, apparently all for you. You picked one out, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as well as the snickering of the boys in the back rows.

Dyke. The message was just one word. It was clearly assigned to you, your whole name displayed proudly. Your body went numb, hands holding the candy limply. There was no signature to show who they were from. People were staring at you. Damien had lingered awhile to see what'd been written to you. The grin behind his beard had turned into a shocked scowl.

"What... What do they say?" Cady, of all people, the nerve of her, asked. She was seated a few rows from you.

"Alright, Mr Leigh, thanks for-" Ms Norbury tried to intervene.

"Dyke." You read out loud. Then you pulled out another. "Lesbo." And another. "Carpet muncher." The boys had trouble holding in their laughs. Another. "Queer." There were others you didn't deign to read out loud. Freak. Pervert. Degenerate. Homo.

If not for a few people finding all this amusing, it would've been dead silent in the classroom.

"These were supposed to be checked before handing out." Ms Norbury strode up to you and promptly confiscated the candies. Her face was set, expression severe, as she regarded Damien sternly.

"I- that wasn't my job. I don't know how, how they would've..." You watched Damien try to put it together.

"Well, is it really offensive if it's true?" Dylan, if you remembered correctly, piped up. He was a sporty guy, decently popular but nothing special. Now, though, he might as well have been an A-lister with how utterly low you'd plummeted.

Murmurs spread out around you. Damien and Ms Norbury retreated to a corner of the classroom to figure out how in the hell this had happened. People were looking at you. Your skin was crawling. It couldn't be Janis who told. She was in the same boat as you and she didn't have the power to do something like this. To make the committee ignore hateful messages meant some strings had been pulled. The only other person that knew, that could realistically do this, was Regina.

You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. You got the message. The album had been too much. This was a sign to stay away, to forget all the sentimentalities you'd had.

"Hey, calm down now, we'll figure this out- hey!" You didn't pause to listen to Ms Norbury when you booked it out of the stifling classroom. You couldn't bear to be there any longer.

You hid in the bathroom. Both hands held against your mouth so you wouldn't make a noise, you cried long and hard. Your breathing was choppy and laboured, and in no time at all your nose was blocked off entirely. Your eyes stung and your vision blurred.

The bell rang and pretty soon people came into the bathroom. You refused to get out, pretending to take the longest shit ever. It didn't take very long for the people coming in to discuss what had gone down in one of the junior calc classes.

It spread like wildfire. You were pretty sure the boys had nicked some of the candy canes from Ms Norbury since you could hear people reading the notes out loud, the rustling of the plastic covering.

"Who even is that?"

"Who cares? A total freak is what she is. Oh my gosh, Steph, do you think..."

"What?"

"Do you think she used the girls' bathroom? She's probably spread her diseases all over the seats! We're all gonna have gonorrhoea!"

You wanted to sink into the ground and never see daylight again. By the time the bell rang again, signalling the start of the next period, the rumours had inflated and grown disproportionately in severity.

Apparently, you were riddled with sexually transmitted diseases, preyed on freshmen and sold them hard drugs, behaved creepily in locker rooms, and had had a stint with Cady Heron while she was still with Aaron Samuels. You guessed that last one had to do with the time you'd dragged her into the janitor's closet to yell at her about the Kälteen bars.

In short, you were fucked. Your life was fucked. You'd hoped, so hoped, that even if you wouldn't get everything you wanted, you'd get some. You wouldn't get a high school girlfriend, wouldn't have slumber parties, wouldn't be normal. You wouldn't be Regina's friend. Fine. At least you could've had a quiet life, gone to community college and worked at the shop, had some buddies, and maybe lost your virginity one day. Not even that now. Not even a little bit of that. Your future in this town was just no longer there. You had nothing. You were nothing.

You skulked out of the bathroom once you were sure there'd be nobody in the halls. You got into your car and drove home. Just as you'd slumped down onto the couch, the house phone rang. Groaning, you went to answer. If it was your dad, missing it would mean there'd be hell to pay.

"Hello?" Your voice was croaky. It hurt to talk.

"Hi, sweetie! You don't sound too good." Mrs George's chirp greeted you. "I assume you had to leave school 'cause of that. I just happened to see you drive by. Rick got called to work last minute and Kylie's got tutoring till late. Come keep me company?"

"I'm not feeling too well, I'm sorry..." You said, holding the phone to your ear while your other arm wrapped around your body. You tried to breathe deep and not burst out crying, again. Your eyes felt swollen shut.

"Oh, I'll come by with some soup, then," She sounded so genuinely concerned.

You bit your lip. Tummy rumbling in its emptiness, you decided now would be as good of a time as any to bite the bullet.

"Actually, uh, if it's not too much to ask, and um- I-" You took in a shuddering breath. "You don't have to say yes, it's totally okay and I'm sorry if this is, like, too much-"

"Sweetpea, just ask." She chuckled.

"I don't have any food. Or, like, I have ingredients for Christmas 'cause I wanted to make dinner for myself, but I guess I forgot I have to eat before then too?" You tried to laugh, but the sound was strained. "Um, could you take me to the soup kitchen downtown?"

You could've driven yourself. You could've, in that you were capable of driving yourself, but with how your vision was impaired, how your body ached with loneliness, and how you weren't sure you wouldn't just impulsively drive into oncoming traffic, you doubted you would've survived the trip.

"No." She said bluntly. You flinched, feeling the refusal like a knife to the gut. "No, absolutely not. We are going grocery shopping and getting you food to last the rest of the damn year. I'm picking you up."

"Mrs George, I don't have money-"

"You shouldn't be spending your hard-earned money like that. Doesn't your dad send you enough to cover utilities?"

"He sends me grocery money. I gotta pay for gas and stuff on my own."

Mrs George's resounding silence spoke volumes of her opinion on that. "I'm coming to get you. I'm buying you groceries and then we're gonna meal prep. Okay?"

"Okay."

When Mrs George saw you, her determined attitude shifted to that of maternal worry. You fought hard not to break down, though all you really wanted to do was curl into her and cry your little heart out.

She drove you to Whole Foods, a place way out of your budget. But she insisted, so there was little you could do. She took you from aisle to aisle, prattling on and on, chatting about this and that. You listened mostly silently, humming here and there.

She picked out a lot of canned stuff, like beans and tomato purée. All that stuff was made to last forever, so you wouldn't always have to buy fresh ingredients. She bought all your favourite snacks, which she somehow remembered. When you commented on that, she just pointed at her temple with a knowing grin. Mothers never forget, she'd said.

Once you were all done, the cart was quite literally overflowing. The total nearly made your stomach drop out of your ass. Mrs Geoge simply flashed her black card and, without even a wince, paid the price. The receipt was, like, three feet long.

Carrying it all to her car was a daunting task, but a worker did come to help you. A young man, probably home from college, was all too eager to carry the bags for Mrs George.

The way he was blushing all the way up to his ears, the way she was amused by him but not receptive, made you think about what Regina had said months ago. You'd been on your way to her nail appointment and she'd gone on a tangent about how women died at menopause.

Mrs George was thriving. She was above it all. Her worth, or mortality, wasn't determined by the men around her. She'd been cheated on, continuously neglected by her husband, and put down by her teenage daughter, and still, she was beautiful. She existed independently.

In short, you were right and Regina was wrong. You saw things how they really were. She saw things tilted to the left, through a warped lens. The confirming of this brought you no comfort, she'd already ruined you and there was no redeeming herself after this, at least not for you.

"Phew, what a trip, right?" She nudged you with her elbow as she buckled her seatbelt.

You nodded along, voice still weak. You buckled in as well.

"I'll pick you up for the talent show." She said as she turned away from the parking lot. "Oooh, we should have a night in. Order some pizzas and slob around the couch. How's that sound?"

"I don't think I should go to the talent show."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Just... Something happened at school. I don't wanna go."

Mrs George frowned and glanced at you. "Honey, you know you can tell me anything. I still think you should come."

"Everybody hates me." You faced the window and crossed your arms. Very mature.

"I'm sure that's not true." She sighed. "I'm not supposed to tell you, but Regina's got something prepared for you. I think you should go see her at least."

Your face twisted in anger. "Something prepared for me- like she prepared something for me today? I don't fucking think so."

"Language." She said and you grumbled. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." You rubbed your hands down your jeans. "It's not gonna be good. She's gonna humiliate me."

"It's supposed to be a surprise, but I can guarantee that she's not going to humiliate you."

"What do you know?" You turned to her with narrowed eyes.

"I've been hearing her practice, is all." She responded, tone much too light.

You studied her face carefully. "Fine."

She smiled, seemingly relieved. Then, as if to cut the tension in the car, said:

"Oh, and by the way, I'm filing for divorce." With a giddy smile on her face, she blurted it out. You just stared for a while, almost suffering whiplash from the sudden change in topic.

"Uh... Finally." You laughed a little as you said that.

"Yeah!" She laughed with you. "It's been a long time coming. I just needed to sort some things out. Emotionally and financially. I had to get rid of some investments so I wouldn't have to pay alimony."

Your jaw dropped. The Georges were, like, filthy rich. Rich beyond reason, excess income to a ridiculous degree. You'd always assumed it was Mr George's money. How archaic of you.

"I... I kinda wished you'd done it sooner." You looked forward again. She was driving carefully since the snow made the roads prone to ice.

"Me too. The girls... They... I thought that having two parents would be the most stable, safe environment for them. I was wrong."

"Yeah." You swallowed. "Um. Since we're, like, just saying things. I'm, by the way, gay. Like, a lesbian."

"That's wonderful, honey!"

"Yeah." You couldn't say you agreed.

"Should we go get you a haircut?"

"I don't need to look any more butch than I do."

"I don't know, I think you'd look dashing." She feigned light-hearted. "Regina might like it."

"Mrs George!"

Notes: More drama! Yay! Do y'all think Regina did it?

Taglist posted separately. Please comment on the taglist post to be added on there :)

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[buckyalpine]

Smores and Smooches

Bucky x f reader 

This request was SO cute, I loved it so much thank you for this!!  Warnings: Fluff!! Kissing, touching (non sexual) 

Word count: 1.6k 

“Smores time!”

Everyone gathered around the fire, sitting on some logs Steve and Bucky and chopped down; the whole day had gone by setting up camp. You were wrapped up in an oversized sweater plucking a marshmallow from the bag that was being passed around. Tony grabbed a box of chocolate, unwrapping and breaking them into pieces, placing them beside the gram crackers.

“Someone keep an eye on the chocolate, Sam ate it all last time before we even got started”

“It was one time!” Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes, quietly stuffing the wrapper into his pocket before anyone could see.

You shivered, feeling the cool air nip at your back while everyone sat together roasting marshmallows, mindlessly chatting. You wrapped your arms around your body, tucking your knees in but it wasn’t really helping; the fire warmed you perfectly from the front but your back was freezing. Bucky sat beside you, his thighs brushing against yours, taking up most of the space on the log. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, the serum made him a human furnace.

“You okay y/n?” Bucky noticed your squirming, eyeing you curiously as you shivered. You nearly warmed up again looking at the handsome super soldier. He looked like a giant warm teddy bear; he had grown beard back and his hair was longer. His jeans were holding onto dear life around his muscular thighs and you just knew his huge arms would be perfect to snuggle in.  

You shifted around trying to warm up for a few minutes before getting up and plopping into Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around you as you wiggled between his thighs, making yourself comfy. You sighed contently, feeling his body heat warm you up immediately.

“Hi doll” Bucky smiled softly, but inside, his heart was beating erratically. He hoped to God you wouldn’t notice the way his cheeks were blushing the moment you sat down; you fit so perfectly nuzzled against him, he thought he was going to pass out.

“Hi Buck” You felt your face heat up; snuggling into him while continuing to roast your marshmallow, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice the way your heart was racing. “Sorry, my back was cold are you’re extra warm”

“No problem, I’m here any time doll” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, his head resting on your shoulder. He loved the way your small frame felt against his body; he practically engulfed you with his size. He adored having you wrapped in his arms, curled up against him comfortably between his legs.

“Did you have smores when you were a kid?”  

Bucky thought for a moment, his brain short circuiting trying to calm his nerves with you in his lap.  

“I think so, but I don’t think they were as good as these”

“Tell me more about what you remember” Bucky held you closer to his chest as he continued to tell you stories from the 1940’s, loving the way you looked up at him with doe eyes.

You blew on your toasty marshmallow before sandwiching it between some gram crackers and chocolate. Bucky grinned watching you moan, taking a giant bite of your smore, licking the sticky melted marshmallow that stuck onto your lips. You looked over at Bucky as he chuckled watching you scarf down the rest. You were the cutest fucking thing in the world and you were right there tucked into his lap.

“You got some on your lips y/n” Bucky chuckled watching you miss a bit of marshmallow, his hand cupping your face, inches away from his. “Here, let me” Your breath hitched as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, brushing off a few crumbs. His eyes flicked to your lips for a moment before looking at you again.

You always thought Bucky was hot; the man was sex on legs. You loved how much bigger he was compared to you; tall, thick arms and legs, the hard planes of his body left nothing to the imagination, he was all muscle and nothing else. His dark chestnut hair contrasted beautifully with his tan skin; he’d recently started growing it out again and it made you weak in the knees.

But right now, sitting mere centimetres again from him, your noses almost touching, he was beautiful. You could see the reflection of the fire dancing in his blue eyes, his perfect nose, dark lashes, and his lips. They were so pink, pouty, there was no hiding the way your heart was racing now, you could feel your pulse in your fingers.

“Everything okay doll?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your trance; you didn’t realize you were staring at him the whole time.

“I get nervous around you” Bucky looked at you quizzically, feeling worried that he’d done something to make you uncomfortable.

“Sorry, did I-

“You’re gorgeous” You cut him off before he could finish, clapping your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide when you realized you’d said that out loud. “I- I’m sorry, I can’t believe I said that out loud” You covered your face, scolding yourself for letting that slip out.

Bucky felt his heart jump, blinking a few times, unsure if he heard you correctly. He took your hands away from your face, his heart only melting at the way you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. He kept his arm around you, the other one moving to cup your face, making you look at him.

“I think you’re gorgeous too y/n” He smiled bashfully at the way you bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “Why do I make you nervous” He couldn’t help but love the way you tucked yourself further into him every time you got shy.

“Um, I like you a lot” You whispered and if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it. “That’s why I get nervous to talk to you” Steve smiled, hearing your little confession, watching the both of you from across the fire. Now if only his best friend would admit he had a raging crush on you as well…

“I like you too, doll” Bucky whispered, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as his thumb caressed your lips. “I love how soft your lips are” You leaned in, your lips brushing with his, shivering when he pulled you closer to him.

“I-I really like when you grow your beard” You blushed, stroking his scruffy cheek; Bucky practically purred, leaning into your touch, your faces so close to each other,  his nose nuzzling yours. “And I like when you grow your hair” Your gently carded your fingers through his soft locks, grazing his scalp making him groan. “I’ve had dreams about how soft it feels”

Bucky chuckled, bumping his nose to yours as you leaned your forehead against his. “How often do you dream about my hair”

“I’ve lost count” You giggled, your hand caressing his beard again.

“Tell me what else you like” Bucky whispered, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he softly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, sweet, and perfect, just like you. Your hands slid down to his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. “I like how your arms feel wrapped around me. You feel so warm” You pressed another soft kiss to his lips, lost in the feeling of how body pressed against you.

“I love how you feel in my arms. I love hugging you and holding you close to me” Bucky peppered kisses on your cheeks, he couldn’t get enough of your soft skin. 

“I think you have the most beautiful blue eyes” Bucky closed his eyes as you softy kissed his forehead, your hands cupping his face to kiss his lips again.

You were both completely lost in each other, as Bucky held you close to him, your lips brushing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

“Do they even realize we’re still here” Sam smirked, watching Bucky kiss your nose, only for you to kiss his back. “Can y’all get a tent- Nat slapped a hand over Sam’s mouth, shushing him.

“Will you let them be” She hissed, giggling at the way she could hardly see you tucked away in the super soldiers arms.

“They’re so cute!” Wanda gushed, her nose scrunching watching Bucky hold your face for another sweet kiss, his lips moving softly with yours.

“Yup, they’re so sweet it’s sickening” Clint snorted; Bucky had you cradled against him while you started to fall asleep, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Its late anyway, why don’t we let them have some privacy” Tony got up, the rest of the group following, making their way to their tents. A wicked smile flashed across his face before he started taking one of the tents down.

“What are you doing” Steve cocked an eyebrow, watching Tony dismantle the tent he was supposed to share with Bucky.

“Now they have to share a tent” Tony grinned, proud of himself, he was about to play cupid for two super soldiers. “Go bunk with Nat capsicle”

“B-But- Steve looked at the red head, now it was his turn to become a blushing mess. Nat rolled her eyes, dragging a blushing Steve into her tent.

“C’mon, I don’t bite” she smirked “Sometimes”

***

“You want to go to sleep now baby?” Bucky whispered, noticing it was just you and him left. You nodded; squealing as he carried you over, stopping for a moment when he realized only 1 tent was left.

“We definitely put up enough when we set up this morning” Bucky snorted, shifting nervously by your side.

“You can stay with me if you like” You smiled up at him, unzipping the front, pulling his hand to crawl in with you. You both snuggled into your sleeping bag as Bucky pulled you against him to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed contently, feeling his lips kiss your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

“Good night my babydoll”

-

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[staygoldwriting]

💝 Take a Chance on Me

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and our Steve Harrington is once again unlucky in love, but an unusual invitation might be just what he needs!

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: all fluff!

A/N: Here is a Steve Valentine’s Day fic to go with Eddie’s Candy Grams that I wrote way back when! I adore Valentine’s Day (despite being perpetually single lol), so this might be one of many depending on what you guys think! As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“I’m sorry, man, but again, we do not have an extra copy of Weird Science,” Steve groaned.

“But come on, Steve! I need Kelly LeBrock. I’m gonna be all alone on Valentine’s Day!” the teenager complained.

“You and me both, kid, alright? At least you’re young,” Steve said bitterly. 

“You need Kelly LeBrock?” he asked with a blank expression.

“No!” Steve snapped, “I’m all alone on Valentine’s Day too! So believe me, I get it, it sucks!”

“But… you’re Steve Harrington,” the teenager said quietly, making Steve sigh heavily.

“Times change, man. Here, take this, it’s Kelly too,” he said, handing him a tape of The Woman in Red. 

“Thanks, Steve. I hope you find someone this Valentine’s Day,” the teenager said with a feeble smile. 

“Me too, thanks,” Steve smiled back. “Enjoy Kelly.”

“Poor Steve Harrington, a king dethroned,” Robin joked as she came out of the back room.

“Hey, last time I checked, you didn’t have a date either,” Steve pointed out.

“I have extenuating circumstances for my perpetual singleness,” Robin said. “You, however, need to get yourself out there.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Steve asked. “I spend all my time here with you, I can’t get into college, I can’t play basketball like I used to anymore cuz-”

“Oh, enough making excuses!” Robin snapped. 

“Excuses for what?” Dustin asked as he entered the store.

“Little Mr. Lovesick is trying to list the reasons why he’s unlucky in love. Spoiler alert--he’s in denial,” Robin said, smirking at Steve.

“Why don’t you come to the Valentine’s Day dance at the high school?” Dustin offered.

“What? Henderson, you do realize I graduated years ago, right?” Steve asked.

“I mean as a chaperone,” Dustin said. “You know, get your groove on a bit,” he grinned, swaying his hips.

“Never do that again,” Steve said firmly.

“Agreed,” Robin said.

“But seriously, think about it, you might have fun!” Dustin said.

“I don’t want to watch a bunch of kids like you have a better chance at love than me,” Steve said, shaking his head. 

“Well, you never know. Maybe you’ll hit it off with one of the chaperones,” Dustin sang, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sure, because all I want for Valentine’s Day is to share a slow dance with Mrs. Click,” Steve scoffed, making Dustin frown.

“Fine. You can spend the night being the cool chaperone, maybe dance a little and have some fun, or you can wallow in pathetic self-pity,” Dustin said bluntly.

“Self-pity, thank you,” Steve said with a sarcastic smile. “Now, why’d you come in here?”

“Do you have Weird Science?”

“Get out!” Steve yelled, making Dustin throw his hands up, backing out of the store. He looked back at Robin, who was smirking.

“What?” Steve asked impatiently.

“Dustin might have a point,” she shrugged, stacking some movies. “Maybe if you go back to the origins of your powers, you’ll get them back,” she said, trying to hide a giggle.

“Very funny,” Steve said humorlessly. “Let’s just get back to work.”

-💝-

Steve tapped anxiously on his steering will, sucking his teeth. He looked out of his window and sighed.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this. Alright.”

Steve opened his car door, slamming it behind him. He smoothed out his pants and made sure his shirt was tucked, then walked to the door, knocking a couple times.

“You came!” said a happy voice.

“Yeah, I came, Henderson,” Steve said bitterly, but trying to hide the happiness Dustin’s excitement brought him.

“This is gonna be great!”  Dustin squealed. “I won’t need that ride after all, Mom!”

“Yeah, yeah, come on, let's get going,” Steve groaned, “unless you've somehow got a date.”

“In fact I do! Suzie-Poo had a break in her school, so she’s here for the weekend,” Dustin said triumphantly.

“Of course she is,” Steve muttered. “Okay, where is she, assuming she’s real?”

“She’s very real, thank you,” Dustin replied impatiently, “she’s just fixing her hair.”

“Alright, well, we have to be there in twenty minutes,” Steve said, checking his watch.

“Ready!” Suzie exclaimed, emerging in a puffy mint green dress. “Dusty-Bun, who is this?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. 

“I’m Steve, Steve Harrington,” Steve said, holding his hand out for Suzie to shake.

“Wow, I didn’t really believe Dusty-Bun when he said he was friends with you,” Suzie gasped, “I thought he made you up to feel better about himself.”

“I don’t blame you,” Steve chuckled.

“You’re really cute!” Suzie blushed, not letting go of Steve’s hand. 

“Excuse me!” Dustin exclaimed, making Suzie snap out of her trance.

“Sorry, Dusty-Bun! Let’s go. I call shotgun,” she said, smirking at Steve. 

“This is gonna be a long night,” Steve sighed.

-💝-

“Alright, here we are. Go crazy,” Steve sighed, smiling weakly at Dustin and Suzie.

“Save me a dance?” Suzie asked.

“Sure,” Steve nodded. 

“I don’t think chaperones can dance with students,” Dustin said quickly. 

“You danced with Nancy!” Steve pointed out.

“That’s besides the point, I was young and alone, not mature and happily dating,” Dustin replied, glaring at Suzie.

“Perhaps another time, Stevie-Boo,” Suzie sighed, then grabbed Dustin’s hand, taking him to the dancefloor.

“Ah, young love.”

Steve turned around to see who said that, and his eyes fell on you. He grinned in disbelief as you smiled wide, your eyes crinkling.

“Hey, Steve,” you said sweetly.

“Y/N!” Steve breathed. “Oh my gosh, I-how long has it been?”

“Not since graduation,” you replied. “You look good, Steve.”

“Thanks, so do you,” Steve said, blushing. “How has college been?”

“It’s been good, but tiring! I’m doing more of an internship this semester, so I took a small break to come back home,” you explained. 

“Wow, that’s so great,” Steve said. “You were always so smart, I really admire that about you.”

“Well, I wish I had your charisma! It would make life a whole lot easier for me,” you blushed.

“You’re kind,” Steve said. “So, what made you chaperone for this dance?” he asked, chuckling a bit.

“Oh, I ran into an old teacher and she guilted me into it,” you laughed. “How about you?”

“Henderson,” he smiled.

“Ah, I see. You two are close, huh?”

“Yeah, we’ve been through a lot. The kid’s a lot smarter than I give him credit for,” Steve admitted.

“Well, he seems to be a genius if he thought to bring you here,” you said, blushing a bit. Steve glanced at you, looking away quickly and blushing.

“Do you-wanna dance?” Steve asked timidly. 

“I’d love to,” you replied. “Where’s the rule that chaperones can’t have fun?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Steve said as he extended his hand. You took it gently as he guided you to the middle of the dancefloor. 

Steve held you softly around your waist as you held on to his shoulders. You smiled up at him as the music played, suddenly losing all sense of why you were there. Seeing Steve after so many years stirred up old feelings. You two weren’t close, but you considered him a friend, and when he dated Nancy, you felt crushed. You never told him, but you hated the way their relationship almost erased your own. Drumming up some courage, you took a deep breath.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked, your heart beating fast.

“Of course,” Steve replied.

“I had a massive crush on you in high school,” you admitted. “And I was going to ask you out, but you asked Nancy Wheeler first, so I lost my chance.”

“Wait, really?” he asked, gasping.

“Yeah, really,” you smiled.

“I had a crush on you too,” Steve said. “I was gonna ask you out, but I didn’t think you’d have me.”

“Of course I would’ve had you, look at you!” you said, bolder than intended. 

“Again, you’re too kind,” Steve chuckled. “I was a jerk, and you were nothing but nice to me. I didn’t deserve you.”

“And how about now?” you asked, leaning closer to him. Steve looked at you intently, breathing heavily. Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in too, kissing you softly on the lips.

“I think I’ve got a chance now.”

“I think so too,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

“WOO! Go Harrington!” Dustin cheered from across the gym, making you and Steve break your kiss. Steve shot a dirty look at him, but you laughed.

“Always ruining the moment,” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

“He means well I’m sure,” you smiled, “But we should probably try this outside of our old high school gym,” you joked.

“Well, I am seeing a whole lot of chaperones,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows.

“Agreed, plenty to look over all these kids,” you pointed out.

“Indeed,” Steve nodded nonchalantly.

“Hey, Steve?” you asked, making him look at you. “Is it too late to ask you to be my Valentine?”

“Definitely not,” Steve smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

-💝-

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

hello I saw this and i was reminded of my humans are weird/ humans are space orcs/ earth is a death world/ earth is australia phase here on tumblr, so since humans can to some degree mimic certain sounds how would some of the twist guys react to mc mimicking their non-verbal language, like for example since crewel's a weredalmatian, yuu can replicate his barks and growls, not knowing that half of what crewel was saying are swear words

As someone who has a habit of mimicking animal and non-animal sounds, I felt this in my soul. 😂

Before we get into that though, I gotta say that I adore the “humans are weird/humans are space orcs/etc” trope! :D In fact, that was part of the inspiration for the posts on Cater’s “Humans are Weird” Magicam account!

Okay, okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s get on with the fun stuff~! ÒwÓ For funsies, let’s have them react to Yuu and mini!Yuu being the little human mimics they are. >w< Keep in mind that this is just a suggestion—you guys can also come up with your own scenarios for such a situation! 0v0

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Yuu:

The discovery happened during PE class, and there happened to be a joint class between the grades. Given the fact that they were surrounded by an almost literal zoo of monsters for students, Yuu was hearing a lot of animalistic sounds coming from their fellow classmates. While unnerving to hear the more dangerous ones being so close to them, Yuu couldn’t help but focus on each sound: the inflections, the duration, the pitch…all of it. They could feel the urge to try and replicate them rising—to see if they could do it.

When they heard one particular growl that ended with a bark from a passing student that looked their way—however—they couldn’t help but repeat the sound back. It wasn’t as deep, but they’d managed to get the length and inflection right!

“What the fuck-?!”

Apparently a little too well, as the outburst had drawn the attention of everyone. Had Yuu known what some of them had been saying the whole time?! Were they planning on blackmailing them?! It took Coach Vargas asking Yuu to explain what happened before it sank in that no, they couldn’t understand the sounds they heard—but they could mimic them well enough!

The rest of the day was spent with the first years testing Yuu to see how many sounds they could make, ranging from growls and hisses to chirps and squawks or barks and meows. It wasn’t until one particular class with Professor Trein that they made a high-pitched ‘meh!’ sound like a kitten that Lucius came running, the matagot yowling and swatting at the student who just so happened to be near Yuu (‘F’ in chat for Ace’s hand). After that incident, Yuu was enrolled in the Animal Linguistics class to not only help them understand everything, but to test and improve their mimicry skills.

Needless to say, the researchers had a field day studying this behavior and testing out human vocal ranges. If Yuu just so happens to know how to use their false vocal cords to create the overtone effect, this will open up so many research opportunities!

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Mini!Yuu:

The class was full of busy students working on their potions, Crewel monitoring them with a stern look while occasionally glancing over at the playpen set up in the corner close to his desk. Inside the pen, little Yuu was happily playing with the variety of toys and coloring books the staff gave them. Anyone watching would notice how Yuu was putting stuff in a bucket, their face one of pure concentration as they looked between the students closest to them and their ‘ingredients’. When a puff of colored smoke erupted from someone’s cauldron, their little hands wiggled over the bucket—as though performing a spell—before throwing their arms with a chirp of, “Poof!”

More than one student uttered a quiet “Aw!” in response.

“Alright, pups. Take the laurel berries and mix five grams of dusk-weed,” Crewel instructed. “Next, you will-”

While he spoke, Yuu was watching intently as the students closest to them were adding the ingredients to the mixture. One of the students—a canine-like monster—accidentally bumped his elbow against the edge and let out a yelp of pain. Almost immediately his partner and the professor were there checking on him, Yuu tilting their head in thought. They were having fun, yes, but…it was lonely playing by themselves. But if the teacher and the student’s friend came when he made that sound…what if they tried?

“You’ll be fine,” Crewel uttered in annoyance over a minor bump though relieved it wasn’t a burn. “Next time, don’t-”

“Yip!”

Multiple heads turned at the sound of distress, Crewel immediately bolting over to the pen and leaning over to examine the toddler. When he didn’t see any sign of injury or distress, he knelt down and asked, “What is it, pup? Are you hurt?”

“I wanna play too!” Yuu chirped, a wide smile on their face as they bounced on their feet. “Yip! Yip!”

Ears twitching, Crewel said, “Puppy…that sound is meant for when you’re hurt, not for when you want to play. I thought you were hurt!” At that Yuu looked confused and lowered their head from the scolding. “…the next time you wish to ask someone to play with you, this is the sound you make.” He made a warbling growl-like bark sound, Yuu perking up and listening intently before repeating the sound back. “Good puppy!”

“Play time?” they asked excitedly.

“Class is almost over. If you can be a good little puppy and wait just a little longer, we’ll find a game to play together.”

“Okay!”

It was after class was over and Yuu was put down for a nap that Crewel was able to mark down this latest development. Nearby were a few students who were sitting at their desks writing letters, nervously glancing over at the sleeping toddler and quickly turning back to their papers when Crewel shot them a withering look. Satisfied, he finished writing his notes:

It has been discovered that Yuu has the ability to copy the sounds that they hear from the other students. Does not appear to understand what they mean unless told, and may begin to use them to gain attention. Will have to test and see the extent of this ability. However…

Severe punishment will be given to ensure students do not verbally or non-verbally communicate curses and insults around Yuu…again.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #divus crewel #ashton vargas #twst divus #twst vargas #twisted wonderland Yuu #twisted wonderland mini!Yuu

[indagold-orchid]

Weighed this boy and he’s 700 grams of rat. I’m starting to think it’s all muscle given he is strong enough to wiggle outta my hand.

#Rats

[roisdoherty]

Stoner Tea (1/3) 2.6k

The one where Rebekah’s solution to Bonnie’s panic attack is serving stoner tea at her anti-curfew party. 4x03

TW:  dissociation/panic attacks.

If you asked Bonnie how she got to history class—well—she’d struggle to answer. Her morning blended into one big blur. Someone else must’ve woken up, drove to school, and walked into first period because she didn’t remember a thing. It was like the times she sleepwalked, but worse because an invisible barrier separated her from the world. It left her trapped in a fuzzy haze, while everyone else buzzed in the background at their desks. Was she even there? Awake? In a weird lucid-magical-dream?

A yelp across the classroom tore down the mist that clouded her mind. Her head snapped toward Elena, who yanked a bloody pencil out of her shoulder. The black veins rippling under Elena’s eyes made Bonnie’s chest tighten. Elena was one of them now. A vampire. All because Bonnie failed to bring her humanity back from the Other Side before she transitioned. Grams had warned Bonnie against dark magic, had tried protecting her from the spirits’ wrath and succeeded that time. Then, Klaus kept pushing and pushing her to put him back in his original body and Gram’s grip on her hands had gotten tighter and tighter—no—she couldn’t think of that right now. 

Bonnie shifted her focus to the smug thousand-year-old vampire instead. Rebekah. She looked how Bonnie wanted to feel: like she didn’t have a care in the world. Rebekah offered a faux-sweet smile to Elena and slipped into a chair at the front of the class. 

The bell rang before it could escalate further. Good. Bonnie’s temple already throbbed enough without a vampire fight breaking out at eight-thirty. She needed one day where everyone got along. No neck snaps or death threats—just one normal day of senior year. Was that too much to ask? 

Speaking of normal; a new teacher took over the class and offered a standard introduction. Ms. Hawthorne: a newbie right out of college. She wrote her name on the blackboard and shared her philosophy about her approach to teaching, which centered on collaborative learning. “Teamwork among students fosters an environment where you can learn from each other, share ideas, and work together to solve problems.” It sounded like a literal nightmare. 

Bonnie rested her cheek on her palm and doodled during Ms. Hawthorne’s ten-minute rant about the importance of “peer learning.” But then came the big guns: middle school styled ice-breaker activities that required everyone’s participation. 

Ms. Hawthorne got everyone to write their name on a scrap of paper and collected them into the round whisker basket. The idea was to pair random kids together to interview each other so they could share interesting facts about their partner to the class. Students went up to the desk one-by-one and plucked a random name out of the basket hung at the end of her desk.

The exercise sounded simple, right? Except for Rebekah’s turn. The blonde’s reception in class was hard to ignore. First, came the bad. Stefan tapped his daylight ring against his desk, paranoid she’d provoke Elena into snapping. 

Everyone else had more positive reactions. Jeff Gillies, David Bance and John Albrecht sat side-by-side in the center row, wiggling their eyebrows behind Rebekah’s back as she stood up. Sarah Beasley’s desk screeched as she twisted it to face the Original vampire, and Savannah Davis drooled in the row beside Bonnie. 

Rebekah’s popularity had been pretty obvious since the day she stole the cheerleading squad right out from Caroline. But there was a difference between everyone smiling at you in the hallway and people gaping at you like you owned the world. They either wanted to be her or be with her. It made sense, really. A pretty girl with a pretty accent who made hearts stop when she walked into a room. She possessed this mysterious magnetism, that certain ‘je ne sais quoi,’ which all her family had in one way or another.

Maybe humans subconsciously sensed Rebekah's power and their blatant admiration and flattery for her was their way to submit to the predator.

Or maybe they just wanted to kiss a pretty girl. 

Well, that was Bonnie’s theory, anyway.

The one thing for sure? Everyone wanted the chance to be her partner—even Elena—who sat up a little straighter with a sharp pencil poised for attack. And Rebekah? She flipped her hair over her shoulder, graced the room with a knowing hiked eyebrow, and went to dip her hand in the basket. 

Stefan shot across the room a little too fast to be normal and swiped the paper out of Rebekah’s hand. He didn’t even bother unfolding it before he declared, “Bonnie’s your partner.”

“Liar,” Rebekah accused. “It says Elena, doesn’t it?”

He leaned against the desk in a pretty bad attempt to look casual and said, “Nope.”

“Hand it here, then,” she said. 

“Do you have something against Bonnie?” he asked.

“Nope,” she mocked him, halfheartedly trying to grab the paper. 

“Sounds like you do,” he insisted. 

“I do not.”

He shrugged and asked, “Then what’s your problem?”

“I don’t seem to be the one who has a problem. What’s the matter, Stefan? Afraid to let fate decide? I wonder why that is. Hmm?” Rebekah asked, waving her index finger toward Elena. Rebekah’s smug smile radiated superiority. “Oh—Elena—there’s a splotch of blood on your shirt. Wonder how that got there? You should really be more careful. I see why Stefan’s up here and not you. Wouldn’t want you to get a papercut, would we?”

“I’ll show you a papercut,” Elena said, standing up. 

Bonnie tried to defuse the situation by ‘spontaneously combusting’ the remaining paper inside the whisker basket. Grams’ pained face flashed behind her eyes, stopping her in her tracks. A sharp jolt rippled through her skull when she tried again, making her grip her pencil so tight that the tip snapped against her notebook. 

The crack caught the vampires’ attention.

“You okay, Bon?” Elena asked, eyebrows drawn together, 

“Peachy,” Bonnie replied, grabbing one half of the pencil and placing it over her heart. She asked under her breath, “Do I need to snap it into thirds?” 

Rebekah snorted. 

Stefan sighed.

And Elena flopped back into her chair.

Tension successfully cut.

“Okay, kids, obviously there’s history here,” Ms. Hawthorne said. “As much as I love teen drama, let’s all take a deep breath and calm down. It’s the luck of the draw, okay? No special treatment here. It’s designed this way, so no one feels left out. Now, Stefan, Rebekah, how do you think this bickering makes Bonnie feel?”

Bonnie almost laughed at the concern and offered, “Oh, I’m totally fine going partnerless. Thanks.”

“I don’t condone exclusion in my classroom,” Ms. Hawthorne said. Did she blink back tears? Great. Someone clearly bullied this woman in high school and now she projected her issues onto the nearest tangible target. Bonnie. “Now one of you two will be her partner, and that’s final. But the choice won’t be down to either of you. Bonnie? What do you say? Who do you want to be your partner?”

“Why do I always get caught in the middle?” Bonnie muttered. 

“My bad,” Stefan said, not-so-subtly nodding in Rebekah’s direction as he dropped the name-slip he stole at her desk.

Bonnie unfolded the scrap of paper and revealed a name scrawled in a familiar handwriting. It said Elena. Ugh. Stefan might’ve been dramatic about it but he was right. Elena and Rebekah? Talk about the worst possible scenario. 

“Well?” Rebekah said, sauntering over and placing her palms on Bonnie’s desk. “Who shall it be? Saint Stefan or little old me?”

“Guess we’re partners, Mikaelson,” Bonnie said. 

“Goodie,” Rebekah said, sliding the nearest combo desk close to Bonnie. “I’m so over their drama.”

Like she didn’t impale Elena with a pencil. “Uh-huh.”

“I know that look,” Rebekah said, narrowing her eyes. “You think I’m a wretched, heartless bitch. Join the club.”

“I don’t think anything,” Bonnie denied, doodling in her notebook with an ink pen. Black overshadowed the page. Creepy, wispy shadows that looked like they belonged at a death ritual. Yet she kept sketching, letting her subconscious throw up on the page. “Besides, I don’t have time for extracurriculars.”

“The point in this exercise is to speak freely,” Rebekah said, swiping the pen away. 

Bonnie rolled her shoulders back, watched the pen spinning between Rebekah’s fingers, and said, “Right.”

“I won’t bury a pen in your chest if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Bonnie scoffed. “I’m not scared.”

“So, I’m not even a blip on your radar? Is that what you’re saying?” Rebekah asked, leaning in close and bopping Bonnie’s nose with the blunt end of the pen. “That may be even more offensive, Bonnie.”

“You like cheerleading, you’re average at physics, and you’re a big on family,” Bonnie listed. “What else is there to know?”

“A lot of things.”

“Like your crush on Matt?”

Rebekah’s nose scrunched. “I think that died the moment I sent him off that bridge, don’t you? I realized I didn’t like him much, anyhow.”

“Oh?”

“Spend nearly a century in a box and your judgment on romantic prospects may suffer temporarily. No matter. My taste is back and better than ever.”

“Do I want to know?”

“That’s the point of this exercise, is it not?” Rebekah asked, tilting her head to the side. “To get to know one another better?”

“I guess so.”

 “Your enthusiasm is infectious.” Rebekah’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I’ll start. First, my physics is flawless, thank you very much. I’ve recently taken up baking in my new state-of-the-art kitchen. I notice you clench your jaw quite a lot. Baking a great stress reliever. You should try it sometime.”

“You’re lecturing me on my stress levels? Seriously?”

“Don’t think of it as a lecture and more as sound advice,” she said, actually sounding kind of genuine? Rebekah’s eyes locked onto Bonnie’s, and Bonnie couldn’t help but be struck by how pretty they were—how blue—like the kind of shade you’d find in the ocean on a stormy night. How sincere. “You’re having heart palpitations even now with zero stressors. That can’t be healthy.”

“Zero stressors?” Bonnie repeated, scoffing at the thudding of her heart. “Hello?”

“Elena is being a brat today, I give you that.”

“I can’t with you,” Bonnie said, laughing at the girl’s purposeful obliviousness. 

“Oh, speaking of stressors, my brother “died” at the hands of your teacher. Mr. Saltzman was a threat to the rest of my family. There was only one way to take him out. Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“Can we not?” Bonnie asked, rubbing her temple. “I’ve got a raging headache. I don’t feel like being collateral damage when you and Elena brawl it out again.”

“I’ll have you know I tried burying the hatchet with her. I even invited her to—” she grabbed a flier and planted it on Bonnie’s desk, “—my anti-curfew party, which you are more than welcome to attend. Think of it as a clean slate. Let bygones be bygones. What do you say?”

Parties in this town never played out well. Not for Bonnie, anyway. Everyone thought they could kick back and destress and then someone’s body got drained of blood or a poor sucker got compelled to jump off a balcony. She got swept away to perform some emergent spell most of the time and didn’t even get to have one drink. What was the point? 

Just when Bonnie was about to say no, she caught Rebekah’s fingers crossed. And Rebekah remained motionless too, as if her breath were trapped in her chest. 

Huh. 

What was that about?

“Okay, time’s up, everyone!” Ms. Hawthorne said, clapping her hands together before Bonnie could give Rebekah an answer. “I want you to tell me three things about your partner. First, their name, and two interesting facts about them. It’ll make it easier for me to humanize you when I’m grading your papers. Let’s start with Rebekah and Bonnie. Hopefully, it was worth the drama?”

“Ladies first,” Bonnie said. 

“Well, if you insist . . .” Rebekah agreed. 

“Good luck with that,” Bonnie whispered, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. 

What could Rebekah say about her, anyway? That she successfully transferred Rebekah’s brother’s soul to another body—not once—twice? Or she had a habit of napping during physics class and Rebekah only noticed because she liked to throw balled up papers at the back of her sleeping head? 

“This is Bonnie Bennett,” Rebekah said, starting off strong. “Aquarius. Some might say martyr. And she’s in desperate need of a stress detox. So, in the spirit of “teamwork,” I’m assigning myself the duty of making sure she has fun today. What say you, Bonnie?”

Bonnie did a double take and said, “Say what now?”

“Wow! Hold that thought, Bonnie. I need to capture this for my records. I can’t believe I hooked up a bullied student a new friend on my first day,” Ms. Hawthorne said, taking out her phone and pointing it in their direction. “Smile!”

Bonnie’s mouth dropped open and asked, “What is even happening?”

Rebekah smushed their cheeks together and posed for the photo. “So, that’s a, ‘yes?’”

“You’re not going to stop, are you?” 

“Nope,” Rebekah confirmed 

“Fine.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“Now, Bonnie, it’s your turn. Two facts about your new friend,” Ms. Hawthorne said.

“Stress bakes. Awful at physics,” Bonnie deadpanned.

An awkward silence stretched out, followed by Ms. Hawthorne’s cheery, “I’ll take it.”

Ms. Hawthorne moved onto the next pair. The next half hour went in the same vein. Except no one else got roped into being a pet project. Bonnie resumed doodling and occasionally peeked at Rebekah, who leaned back in her seat, humming low under her breath. The bell shocked Bonnie out of her spell. No one wasted time and rushed off to their next class. Rebekah stuck around, though, dragging the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. 

“Unclench your jaw,” Rebekah said, tapping the side of Bonnie’s face. “Your car is a white prius, right?”

“Uh—yeah?”

“We’re leaving after gym class. You’re driving.”

With that, Rebekah left the classroom, not giving Bonnie a chance to argue. Bonnie didn’t have time to process because Stefan came over with an apologetic smile. 

“Hey, Bon,” Stefan said, patting her shoulder awkwardly. “Sorry for throwing you to the wolves. I figured staying by Elena’s side was my best option today. Speaking of, uh, Elena’s emotions are heightened right now. She’s clinging onto anger, anger that’s honed in on–”

“Rebekah,” Bonnie finished for him. 

“Exactly. You have gym together and I was hoping you’d keep an eye on them. You know, give them a little headache if things get out of hand.”

Gram’s pained face flashed in Bonnie’s mind. “The last time I did magic, my Grams, she . . . I got out of control.”

“I understand, but—”

“She got hurt.”

“Elena might get hurt—”

“You don’t understand,” Bonnie cut him off. “The spirits hurt Grams to punish me. I can’t let that happen again. So, no, Stefan. I can’t risk it.”

“Is there a problem here?” Ms. Hawthorne asked from across the room.

Stefan shook his head, headed for the exit, and said, “No. No problem.”

Bonnie packed up the rest of her stuff and came across the doodle she drew. She inhaled. Grams. A distorted version of Grams who pried apart two halves of a shadowy curtain. Black veins traveled all the way from her neck to the tips of her fingers. And her eyes. Her eyes were like shattered mirrors reflecting the pain of a thousand cuts. The dim glow from Grams’ eyes flickered a beacon in the darkness that was a silent cry for help, a plea for Bonnie to end her suffering.  The violent imagery grounded Bonnie for a solid ten seconds before the familiar sights and sounds of the busy hallways distorted. An almost familiar warped lens settled in front of her eyes again.

#rebekah mikaelson #bonnie bennett #bonbekah #stoner tea #rebekah x bonnie #tvdu #Tvd universe #tvdedit #Tvd fanfiction #Tvd fic #the vampire diaries #rebekah mikaelson x bonnie bennett #vampire diaries #the originals #to #season 4 #sapphic bonnie bennett #sapphic rebekah mikaelson #oneshot #part 1/3 #4x03 #The Rager

[vampirevatican]

hobie, after hanging out with the miles twins: i got about 10 more minutes until this 40 milli vanilli grams of this adderall kick in...

the miles twins, look at each other then at hobie:

hobie: let me tell you something im feeling pretty intelligent right now

gwen:

hobie: ask me anything and i bet i can answer that hoe lickety split ya heard

pav and margo, looks at each other and back at hobie:

hobie: mayday! get yo errah ah ha, back in da house girl

mayday, climbing around the outside of his house boat with peter b following her:

hobie: omg there's a dead roach in the canal

peni, porker and noir looking at the miles twins and they shrug at them before they go back to watching hobie:

hobie, picks up bug: poor chump neva learn 'ow to swim, aye? oh it's wiggling!

hobie, whispers: he's still alive

spider gang: ...

hobie: where da problem a'. im spinning alafelaondelegabat.

hobie, throws the roach and everyone scatters into the boat: BE FOR REEEAAALLL

#atsv incorrect quotes #hobie atsv #spiderbyte #spidernoir #peni parker #peter b parker #peter porker #miles 42 #miles 1610 #gwen atsv #pavitr atsv

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 18

Anata Wa Hitorjanai

https://youtu.be/JDMCHLpXkhc?feature=shared

(Watch this video during fight scene part)

"How could you do that? How could you just drive off and leave them?" Leo asks

"It's what Dad told us to do. If we'd stayed, we would have gotten crushed by Shredder. As long as there are Hamato there is a chance. " Raph says

"A chance to do what?" Mikey questions

"I don't know. I didn't get to ask him that. Don't worry I'm the big brother. The one who is the biggest. It's up to me to figure out how to defeat the Shredder.

"How? We've got no weapons, no lair, no sensei." Donnie retorts

"And no gram-gram," Mikey says while tearing up.

"All right we need to find somewhere distraction-free where I can come up with a plan to stop the Shredder."

We end up going to Todd's place where news flash is not quiet and plan-inducing.

"OMG, they are so cute!!" I gush over the puppies and giggle while they lick me.

While the boys are busy trying to come up with a plan.

"Raph is thinking really hard. I'm afraid he's gonna hurt himself" Mikey says

"I can hear you" Raph replies

"Oh, maybe we should try what gram-gram did and unlock our...what did she call it?" Leo says

"The Hamato Ninpo! That's it! Our family's ancient ninja art allows you to harness crazy mystic energy"

"But we need weapons for that, he said correctly and his family all agreed," Donnie says and I drop a pile of puppies onto him as they begin to relentlessly lick him.

"Weapons. Let's do those."

Todd volunteers to make some for us and they turn out to be gardening tools. Good thing I had an extra pair of my steel fans.

"Guys! Guys, guys, guys, guys" April shouts as she peddles on her bike towards us.

After she tells us about what happened to Karai the boys start their training to unlock their ninpo. Thinking I wasn't needed I decided to go do some training of my own.

"Hey," I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around to see April.

"Karai wanted you to have these memories" April takes my hand and her body starts to glow green, then the green moves to my body, and soon it surrounds me until my eyes begin to glow. A flood of memories goes through my mind a child Karai and another training and playing, the little girl handing Karai half of a jade lotus flower pendant, them growing up together, and finally, them being separated when the shredder took the other woman into his Clan. After the flash of memories finishes I feel something in my hand opening it it is the same bracelet from the memories.

"Knowing your mother she would have been so proud of you," Karai says in my head

I start to open my mouth to ask a question but she beats me to it.

"Questions can be asked later, now we must help the boys"

Nodding I put on the bracelet and make our way up to the treetops with the boys.

"Karai says to access your ninpo you must be calm and feel connected to one another" April says

"Agh! Not feeling too calm up here" Leo says

Mikey, Donnie, and Leo are freaking out while April, Raph and I are completely calm sitting on the top of our trees. 

"How can I feel 'connected' when there is no wifi?" Donnie says

"Should we hold hands?" Mikey says while reaching for Donnie's hand which quickly gets smacked away.

Mikey whimpers in pain and I gently rub his sore hand.

April groans, "No. You know, like, connected in here. When you first open it, it'll feel like waaaaaah! And then it will feel like ooooooh. You know?" She demonstrates how it should feel with grand wiggle arm movements.

"No, I don't know. That makes zero sense! Explain it differently" Donnie exclaims next to me and I sigh.

While Donnie and April go back and forth I look over and Raph and see him struggling with something. He starts to sweat and clenches his eyes shut.

"Will you guys knock it off? We're running out of time! Everyone's depending on me. *sobbing* why can't I do this? I'm failing you." Raph says the last part Sadly and quietly.

Reaching over I put a comforting hand on his shoulder while his brothers look at him shocked by Raph and his very vulnerable moment. April also places a hand on Raph and the spirit of Karai communicates with Raph, but only April and I can see it.

"Anata wa hitorjanai," She says quietly

Raph hugs her and asks what the phrase means. She explains that it means 'you're not alone', that the Ninpo is inside us all. That it came from all who came before us.

"Trust us, like we trust you," April says

We all stand up and nod our heads.

"Don't worry Raph well figure this out" Mikey says

"I know. Because I'm not alone. None of us are. We're here for each other. Always." Raph smiles

"Raph?"

Raph leans back and starts to fall off his tree top, the boys and I rush to try and grab him. As we jump down our Ninpo is activated combining ours together we create a hand that grabs him pulls him up to us and we safely land in the river below. We all start to dance happily. I look at my body and several large pink Sakura flower designs appear on my shoulder blades and back of my hands. (One on each shoulder blade and one on each back of the hand)

"So pretty and fascinating," Donnie says while gently taking my hand and looking at it in awe. We hold hands and lock eyes and I give him a look that we are definitely having a talk later.

"Hey, don't you guys have to save your family?" Todd asks

"Yeah, and take out the Shredder.

We make our way back to the lair and see an opening for the hidden city.

"Looks like Shredder took Pops and Draxum to the Hidden City. But how do we find them?" Raph states

"There is only one person I can think of who can pull this off. Someone super intelligent. Someone who knows everything about the Hidden City. Someone who would do anything for Papa." Donnie says confidently

"Me-" He gets cut off 

Everyone but Donnie says "Big Mama!"

"Big Mama? Come on!" Donnie says hurt

I pat his shoulder and giggle, "I was rooting for you!"

"And yet you were so quick to say someone other than me" he pouts and folds his arms.

"ShadowFiend is that you?" Big Mama asks

Out of the darkness of Big Mama's hospital room, we appear landing on her webs. I cringe inwardly when my sneakers stick to the Spider webs. 'I. HATE. SPIDERS.'

"Oh it's you," She says unamused.

"We're not here to fight. We need your help." Raph says

"Even though literally everything we talk to you, you double cross us, kidnap us, or threaten to destroy everything we love!" Leo pipes in while grabbing Mikey and squishing his face.

"Maybe we are here for a fight!" Donnie says

"Guys!" Raph pushes Donnie's face and turns his attention back to Big Mama while I slowly pull Donnie away while covering his mouth so he can't say anything else as I awkwardly giggle.

"Big Mama. Shredders got Dad."

"Lou? How can I help?" She asks

"We need to find him," April says

We find out that they are more than likely on their way to the Crying Titan *Insert dramatic music sequence*

Meanwhile, the Shredder is doing what he does best Shredding his way into the monument Statue at the Crying Titan and he accesses the empyrean to use in extracting the Hamato essence from Splints. He starts the ritual and the essence of Splinter emerges and Shredder chains it down. We arrive in the knick of time.

"Hey, Shred head! We heard you were looking for some Hamato energy. Guys?" Raph says

"Oh, I think I got some for him," Leo says while using his ninpo and turning his small shovel into a sword.

"That's right. It's us and we have a bit of an upgrade" April says while pulling down her hood.

"Big time" Mikey exclaims while swinging his kusari-fundo

"And this time around..." Donnie says while activating his ninpo.

"We won't lose," Raph says

"Time to kick but like a boss" I smirk and pull out my metal hand fans and brush them together making knife-slicing sounds as I also activate my pink ninpo.

"My drill is out of Beta," Donnie says while his drill bursts from the ground behind us.

"Fools your clan is doomed! And yours is just beginning" Shredder points at me and I growl lowly while clamping onto my fans.

"You haven't met Hamato 2.0," Donnie says smugly

"Stronger"

"Faster"

"Turtlier"

"And ready for battle"

"Let's get it, guys!"

With lightning speed we attack at once, taking opportunities to use our new set of skills with our ninpo. (Warch YouTube video to get full effect)

"You think your puny mystic weapon can harm me?" Shredder asks

"Great point. Everything can be improved by some... Donnie Tech" Donnie fuses his tech-bo with his ninpo extending it to his drill, lifting it.

"Your turn gorgeous," Donnie says and I use my pink vines to snake around the drill and harden them.

"All yours Dee Man," I say playfully

The drill becomes bigger with both our ninpos combined and he smashes the drill onto Shredder.

The last of Splinters Ninpo is extracted but before we could get closer Shredder uses his power to push everyone off the hand of the Crying Titan. Except for me I used my vibes to hold on.

"With this power, this world will kneel before me" he extends a part of himself and starts to suck the essence.

"Cass let's do this!" I smile and reach a hand out to her

"Like old times" she smiles back with tears in her eyes

We jump onto Shredder's extended arm thing and stop him from continuing.

"You dare defy me, General?" He says flabbergasted

"My name is Cassandra!"

"And we think you've had enough fun!"

Together we jump and push him back kind with our feet, but before we can get another attack in Splints Lou Jitsu's essence form punches the Shredder and sends him flying into the water below. The boys come and break the chains.

"We must stop him"

All of us jump down to him and attack as one.

"I expected this kind of betrayal from them but not from you my prodigy" He laughs evilly. "What would your mother think of the person you've become".

Having flashback of the memories that Karai shared with me, tears roll down my cheeks and I yell. "She'd be proud of me!"

"Join your mystic powers!" Splinter yells

All of us grabbed onto the spear, trying to use it to pierce the armor but it was difficult. Calling upon the Hamato Clan and seeing Lou Jitsu's mom was a nice heartwarming touch. I even feel the warm embrace of someone familiar. Together we yell "Hot Soup!" A great burst of energy that you could probably see in space exploded from the armor once the spear collided with it.

We did it, we destroyed the Shredder armor and reunited Karai and her dad.

"We did it pops!"

"Let us go home my family"

"One last thing, hey Barry wanna crack this egg open and bring home the people of New York City!"

Draxum opens the egg and all of New York and its bustlingness returns to normal.

After Splints tells us how proud of us he is and drops a bombshell Leo is now the leader and we all gasp.

"Wait? What!" We all shout

"More on that later, Aqua don't you have a prom to get to?" April says butting in.

Getting the feeling that what we've been through is just the beginning. But snapping out of it and looking at the time on my phone I gasp. Quickly jumped off the building we were on and made my way to the now-destroyed lair. April and Casey follow after me.

Donnie goes to follow me but Raph stops him.

"Wait up bro. Forgetting something" Mikey pulls out a tux for Donnie.

A small smile appears on Donnie's face, he gratefully takes the tux and gets dressed. When he is done he also sees that his brothers are dressed well.

"Let's live it up baby because we deserve it!" Leo shouts

The boys head to the school.

Back at the lair, I'm freaking out trying to fund my dress and makeup. Thankfully my girls got my back found my dress and started doing my makeup. The girls also get dressed in their prom dresses and we make our way to the surface.

"I was planning on us getting a limo, but I think the turtle tank is more our style," April says while giggling as we pile.

Autopilot for the turtle tank kicks on and it drives us to the school.

"Honestly, k don't think Donnie will ever trust me to drive the tank" I sigh

April and Cass look at each other giving a knowing glance. Arriving at Prom we are swarmed by the yearbook photographers and a bunch of flashes go off. Quickly running into the school and shutting the door behind us. Catching our breaths, going into the bathroom to check on our hair and make-up, I grab my phone from my purse and text Josh.

Me: I'm here

Josh: ok I'm in the gym I'll meet you there babe ;)

After fixing ourselves we walk into the gym it's beautifully decorated with a huge disco ball hanging from the glass ceiling. Looking around for Josh I end up seeing him over by the punch table, I point to Josh and the girls wave me off happily while they go to the dance floor. Josh sees me and gives me his signature smile, smiling back shyly I wave and stand next to him. He's drinking a cup of very spiked punch.

"You look nice," He says his speech a bit slurred.

"How many of those have you had?" I ask hesitantly

"Eh lighten up, it's PROM." He downs the last of his drink, grabs my hand, and pulls me to the dance floor. "Let's dance".

'Sexy Lady by Shaggy' was blasting from the DJ booths speakers, we started dancing, and the lights from the strobe lights danced across the swarm of people, I'm so into the music that I didn't notice how close Josh got to me until I feel hands on my hips. I gasp a bit and try to break free, but he has a tight grip on me.

"Don't fight it" He says slowly in my ear, taking a long wet lick from my collarbone to under my earlobe with his hot alcohol breath making me recoil and gag inwardly.

"Let. Me. Go" I enunciate each word trying to not to have fear in my voice as I ball my fist trying desperately to not to use my powers. Looking around for a teacher chaperone to get their attention but to no avail.

He grabs me firmly by the shoulders and spins me around to face him, he smiles hungrily at me but before he can do anything else a three-fingered hand grabs Josh's shoulder, and a familiar face is lit up by a strobe light.

"I think the young lady has asked you nicely to let her go, let me help you with that".

Donnie POV

We make just when the party starts my brothers and I walk in and take in the scenery. It's alright looking definitely would have chosen a different shade of purple but hey this'll do. Noticing that Aqua hasn't arrived yet I decide to grab a drink before the knuckleheads decide to spike it. Soon music starts playing and more and more students spill into the gym.

"Still no sign of Aqua?" Raph says

"No not yet" I answer trying to hide my...disappointment

"Don't worry she'll be here soon" Mikey says trying to do what I assume is to relax

"Yeah cuz when she gets here she's gonna wanna dance with moi first," Leo says while pointing at himself

Raph and Mikey groan, while I roll my eyes and concentrate on taking sips of my drink. A few minutes go by exactly 40 minutes later but honestly, it felt like hours after trying out the photo booth, dancing a bit and eating the finger foods, Mikey pats me on the back and points in the direction of the entrance to the gym.

"Oh oh oh there she is!" Mikey loudly whispers with stars in his eyes

"Wow, she's-" I'm then cut off by my annoying twin

"She's smokin' hot in that dress, am I right?"

Raph groans and smacks Leo behind the head, ignoring him I pull out the purple rose and the corsage I made for her. My mouth dries up and I try to moisten my throat but swallow nothing in my air.

"You got this Dee," Mikey says encouragingly.

"Of course I do, gotta keep up my bad boy image" I start to lift my hand to wave at her but she makes her way over to someone else.

Seeing her smile and have fun with someone else gave me this horrible feeling in my gut and heart. Could I the Ultimate bad boy be...jealous? No couldn't be....maybe? April and Cass come over giggling and start chatting with us but I tune out of the conversation. I finally snap out of it when April pokes me.

"Hey, what are you still doing here? Aren't you gonna go over to Aqua?" She asks expectancy

"Why bother? She's having fun with "Josh" I say tightly

"Let. Me. Go"

I hear Aqua's voice and she sounds scared. Looking around the crowd for her I see her with Josh holding onto her. Gritting my teeth and clenching my fists I make my way over.

"Go get 'em' bro" Raph says while popping his knuckles.

Everyone moves out of the way as I make my way over to them. Once I reach them I place a firm hand on the dirtbag's shoulder.

I think the young lady has asked you nicely to let her go, let me help you with that".

I quickly punch the guy square in the face, he crumbles to the floor with a pitiful groan. April quickly hijacks the DJ booth and changes the song to get everyone distracted. Raph, Mikey, Leo, and Cass quickly take Josh and take care of him.

"Hey, are you ok?"

Y/N POV

After watching Donnie punch the living daylight out of Josh and him being whisked away by the gang I look at his fist and it has blood on it.

"Hey, are you ok?" I ask

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine" I look at his fist and shake the blood off it. "But never mind me are you ok? What else did that creep do to you?"

"I'm OK, thankfully you showed up I was almost about to use my powers." I smile and tears fill my eyes

"I'll come rescue you whenever you need it," he says quietly as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Promise?"

"Promise"

The song changes to a slow dance, we awkwardly look at each other. Donnie holds his hand out to me, I gently take it and we start to dance.

Cass rushes over and snaps a quick picture of the both of us and runs back to the gang.

"So um, I got something for you," He says shyly

Looking at him questioning what he's got for me as he slips something on my wrist I look at it and it is a not-bloomed flower. He gestures for me to touch it, so I do with the tip of my finger it slowly opens revealing a purple rose that's illuminated like a neon sign. My face lights up as I look at it in awe, when I look up at him again he holds a purple rose and I take it as well.

"Titanium?"

"Of course, only the best for you"

⚠️*Warning there be slight smut here read at your discretion* ⚠️

Leaning my head on his shoulder, I take in his cool body against my warm body it's refreshing, taking in slow steady breaths I smell his cologne and it compliments mine so well and isn't too overpowering. I see both April and Cass giving a thumbs-up up and I smile while I close my eyes and let him lead the dance. I hear him swallow, opening up my eyes ajar I see his Adam's apple Bob up and down , pushing away from his shoulder I glance up at him. Gently he puts his hand on my cheek and trails his thumb down to my chin tilting my face up more. His mouth parts slightly and I close my eyes once more as he moves my face closer to his. There's a kiss, awkward and tender. Once I start to reciprocat he grows confident and the kiss becomes more hungry. His warm tongue swipes my lower lip asking for entrance, slowly giving him access the kiss deepens, our tongue dancing together, exploring and tasting. I couldn't help a small moan from escaping my lips, a small barely audible churr rumbles from his chest. My core starts to heat up and rub my thighs together to lessen the tension I'm feeling. We don't break from the kiss as he tangles his hands in my hair and we continue to taste eachothers mouths, his tasted sweet like the punch. I know for sure my silk panties were soaked as I press my body against his pelvis. Not wanting to break the kiss but having to, to breath we pull away slowly with a trail of spit connecting from our lips. My fave is flushed and he has a dark blush on his green cheeks. My heart feels like it could burst from my chest from how fast and hard it's beating. Placing my hand on one of his cheeks I smile lovingly at him and he places his hand over mine.

"Hey Aqua, there's something I want to tell you, something I should have told you long ago"

"Yes?"

"I-"

A loud crash sounds from the glass ceiling, pink tentacles reach down and snake around my body squeezing tightly. I reach out for Donnie desperately as I'm lifted off the ground. Pure chaos happen as everyone starts to vacate the gym, teachers shouting for everyone to not push and shove, the gang yelling out my name.

"Aqua!" Donnie shouts activating his battle shell and flying to try and grab me. But another tentacle comes out of no where slapping him away breaking his mystic goggles and he hits the ground hard.

"DONNIE!!" I shout as I struggle to break free, I'm pulled outside but as my eyes adjust to the darkness I see the silhouette of a woman, my pressure point on my neck is pressed and I pass out.

Donnie POV

I reach the roof and there is no sign of her, we all reach all over the school and all that was found was my crushed corsage thar Leo found. I gingerly take it from him, holding it close to my heart as hot tears roll down my face.

Its been two years since then I'm 20 now and I still haven't given up looking for her. My family worries about me as I eat very little rely on coffee too much and never leave my new lab. But I can't sleep knowing she's out there somewhere. Looking at her picture from that day keeps me determined

"Don't worry Aqua, I'll find you"

(A/N Phew sorry my Dragons that this chapter took a while. I had this one finished for a while and was working on the next one but it didn't really make sense so I had to go back and change this one for the next chapter to make sense. Again I apologize for the wait to make it up to yall I have some art for you guys credit goes to the artists listed. Just imagine its y/n)

Art by @kaysdenofchaos here on tumblr

Art by @scrimblyteetlez on tumblr

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rise donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #donnie x reader

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Random Starter for @blindspct ft. Avery Guerrero, 33-35, she/her & UTP Click Here for Plot

"I mean there's no better time to debut our relationship. God, do you hear me? I'm making us sound like a celebrity couple who needs good PR." Avery hadn't questioned herself as to if this was a good idea or not but what she knew was that seeing her best friend so heartbroken was something she didn't want to see again. "Plus we're both going to be looking hot, there will be a lot of people at this party and you know they're gonna be there. Looking smug and thinking you're down in the dumps and not dating a hottie like me." She wiggled her eyebrows, probably a bit too excited to rub it in their exes face. Revenge always put a smile on Avery's face. "Now come on, what is it my sister says? Let's take a good pic for the gram."

#blindspct #starter: avery #sry this took a min! #hope this is cool!

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#nishika #nishika n8000 #stereoscopic #35mm #3d #nimslo #stereo wiggle #stereo photography #stereo 3d #stereogram #wiggle gram #wiggle gif #wiggle 3d #wiggle #wigglegram #3d photo #3d photography #3d gif #kodak

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[video description: a closeup of an arm as seen by the person it belongs to, with an asian lady beetle standing on the wrist. As the beetle climbs along the forearm toward the wrist, the arm moves to keep it in gram. A softly voiced voiceover sings:

“There’s a little guy, crawling up my arm. There’s a little guy, I won’t do him harm! S’just a little guy, don’t know where he’s been. But he’s gonna climb, right across my skin.”

By the time the song ends the beetle has stopped its trek, stretching and wiggling its legs in place. /end description]

#video post #just a little guy #asian lady beetle #life in the duchy #the duchess sings #experience the emptiness with me

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The Midnight Kiss

Yes, I decided to put silly movie references in the chapters because this is who I was as a person when I rage-brainstormed 15k of pure chaos in a doc where I now suffer trying to heave coherent chapters from 🙃🙂🤪😵‍💫 warning to my future self: stick to oneshots your dumb b-

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 3: She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving

“Coffee orders, everyone!” Miguel cheerfully announced. He slid the conference room glass door to the side, balancing drink-carriers in both hands, a particular orange and pink drink standing out from amongst the steaming and cold coffee brews. "E tu juguito."

"Oh Miguel, you are my angel!" Elain thanked him receiving her juice, orange and strawberry dancing in her tongue as she took a long sip.

“Nah. Tu que eres la angelita, Elain.”

“Is that something naughty?” she wiggled her brows at the curly-haired and green-eyed Assistant Editor, his face relaxed and his smile casual.

“You bet,” he winking at her. Then he turned to Azriel, extending him an iced americano. “Here you go, boss man.”

Azriel mumbled “later”, signaling for him to leave the coffee there, focused in revising the documents he held.

Elain planted an elbow at the table, her chin in her hand and sipped her drink, focused in watching her boss from under her lashes. He flipped a page, long fingers with clean and trimmed fingernails – no sights of that ridiculous long-nail-in-the-pinky thing some man liked to do, thank you very much – catching her attention. His hands were big and bronzed, thick vein pumping up as he flipped another page. She knew from experience the were able span the size of her face.

Elain swallowed a big gulp, continuing her inspection, eyes following up to his wrists, the navy button-up perfectly cuffed around it by elegant sapphire squared cufflinks. She went on from the sleeves to his large shoulders, his collar perfectly buttoned, the nice navy material stretching from his chest to his stomach. She wondered what was the situation there. Did he keep a smooth chest as he did his face? Did he had those perfectly carved abs like underwear models? Elain knew Cassian did, his perfectly shaped abdomen ending a sinful V that made her mouth water. She thanked the gram for blessing her eyes with pictures of his vacation to the Maldives.

There she goes again, thinking about his gorgeous brother, thinking about Cassian. Damn it. She warned Azriel this would happen. Did he listened to her? No! He only pleaded his case with renewed strength.

"You're his brother." She hushed astonished. "Wouldn't it be weird?"

"Only if we make weird."

"I can't simply stop thinking about him in the snap of my fingers."

"You think is easy for me to let her go? To make you this offer? I’m taking my shoot at our mutual obsession. It will be easier for us to understand each other since we are going through the same shit."

Elain cocked her head slightly, comparing the men. Azriel was a tad shorter than Cassian, leaner too, nowhere near the lumberjack trapped in the deep wildness thing that his brother had going on, still, he was fit and muscular, his clothes shaping his perfect figure, the grey slacks hugging his behind in a way that wasn’t forbidden but was starting to feel like it. Her hand landed on the soft pouch hidden beneath a pair of high-waisted jeans, her conscience grilling at her for comparing their bodies when hers had not seen the inside of a gym in forever.

Hypocrite. 

So what? She was a visual person. Elain admitted that Cassian was an anomaly in the biotype she usually went for. To her sister's dismay, Elain wasn't a physical activity enthusiast anymore, her physiotherapy days had sucked the joy out of that. Now she dated man who like to laze around on the weekends. Her last two boyfriends were homebodies, more on the skinny, short and mediocre side of the scale - they even had mediocre personality, yikes. 

Azriel did not fit in her nerd quota either... At least he didn’t ressembled a bodybuilder as his brother did. No, Azriel kept his body fit without his muscles threatening to rip his clothes off at any second. The man was beautiful without trying, regal, etheral. She blamed his face. There was something about that face, a symmetry that was hard to come across, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of hazel that appeared almost green at times, making her hands itch to snap some photos of him. His lips were pretty too, plump and kissable.

Her teeth sunk in the straw a little harder than necessary as she remebered just how kissable they were, Elain asking herself why she hadn’t noticed his beauty before, and what she should do now that she had. 

As if he could feel the racy direction her thoughts were going, Azriel side-eyed her.

“No coffee?”

Elain wondered if he noticed how his voice had changed around her, the usual snap of irritation on the back on his throat replaced by casualty, familiarity. A white flag, she supossed. As a result, her fighting instinct was triggering lees around him.

“I’m naturally energetic. You don’t want to see this fueled with caffeine.” She gestured to herself, Nuala, who was passing behind her, promptly agreeing. “No one does.”

Elain stretched her leg to trip her. Ignoring her, Nuala stopped beside Azriel, at the head of the table, taking a deep breath to announce,

“Ms. Gio latest collection is here. I told the guys to store it on the usual storage.”

“Good.”

“But we have a small problem.”

“What?”

“She will not send the jacket.”

Azriel’s hand paused mid-flip, the rest of the team stopping their idle conversation to look at their manager. The jacket was supposed to be the flagship piece of next month issue, the most import item ever created, according to Gio, who would not shut up about how revolutionary she was. Finishing her drink, Elain put her cup on the empty holder.

“Did you tell her we are photographing the entire collection on Friday?”

“Yes.”

"That I need everything here?"

"Yes."

"That I have no other day to spare for the shooting?"

"Yes."

“What did she say?” Edgy, Nuala changed her stance from one foot to the other “Words Nuala, I want her exact words.” He pressed, her friend clearing her throat to her best Bela Gio impression.

“She said, “This is my most import collection in a decade! You really think I’ll delivery my killer piece in the hands of a staff? Child, if this one leaks, I’ll drown you people in so many lawsuits your next three generations will still be paying me instalments. The jacket will be there in time for the shooting, not before, not after.” then her assistant took over, giving me the same hour-long instructions about how to keep the clothes stored.”

Azriel ran a hand over his hair, ruining his perfect side part, as he usually did when stress threaten to best him. Oh boy. It was brewing now, the big sermon the team would have to hear because of something that was out of their control. He blew an exasperated breath and Nuala’s shoulders hunched a little.

"I'm sorry." She said in advance.

Azriel ignored her for a moment, signing the last document, his assistant efficiently collecting the neat pile of documents in front of him, and scurrying away from the room. She knew better than anyone when his tantrums were about to come. 

“I don’t like delays, Nuala.”  He gritted his teeth.

“I know.”

“...”

“...”

“Get me Rachel. Tell her I’ll need an addition of six girls in standby.” 

Surprised, Nuala reached for her tablet. "Any particular spec in mind?” She wanted to give him no reason to lash out.

“No one taller than 5’5. No bleached blondes. No tattoos.”

“On it.” She returned to her chair, at Elain's left, already emailing Rachel, their usual booker.

Azriel messed hair, stressed. Bela Gio was a Diva with capital D and a short girl complex, who detested tattooed tall blonde girls since her husband left her for one. The last time she delivered a piece last minute, his model received a dress with sleeves that ended halfway on her forearms. Needles the say Gio annoyed him immensely, being one of the reasons why he hated last minute planning. When she was involved, the odds were against him.

Azriel sipped his coffee, cursing the watered down brew. His ice was completely melted. He pushed it aside, sharing an inconspicuous look with Elain, who quietly clapped her hands without making a sound, complimenting him for not blowing up. Azriel didn't feel accomplished. For a second there, he almost lost it.

“This won’t work.” Elain shook her head vehemently, golden-brown strands begining to curl where they stayed in contact with the nervous perspiration in the back of her neck.  

“Why not?”

“I can’t date an overly explosive asshole.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I’m not overly explosive.”

Elain made an ugly snorty sound. “Please, you can’t go a day without yelling your heart out.”

“It’s not my fault people are constantly stressing me.”

“See?”

“Fine. Let’s say I yell less,”

“You can’t.” She interrupted.

“I can.”

“You can’t.”

“I can.”

“You can't. I bet,” she fished a wrinkled note from her back pocket, “five bucks you can’t.”

He slapped her hand away.

“Gambling is a terrible habit. I’ll prove to you that I can tone down, and when I do that, you’ll say yes to me. Deal?”

“…I’ll think about it.”

“Since there's no point in discussing with Gio, I'll consider February done. Any addendums?" He asked no one in particular, heads shaking negativity in both sides of the table. "Good."

Azriel liked to be ahead of the schedule. The January issue had come out on the 5th, exactly fifteen days ago, and the February issue was nearly done, the only thing left to do being Gio’s photoshoot. Now he wanted to get starting on the following month, before Briar and Wendy headed for maternity leave and the team shortened.  

“Let's proceed with March issue. Nor the main interview, nor the cover are defined yet, so if you have any suggestions that you want to get out of your chest, the time is now."

Three chairs down to his right, Miguel lifted his hand. Azriel gave him the word.

“Vera Wang is celebrating thirty years as a designer in March. She's cover material.

Elain made an excited noise.

“You like Vera Wang?” Miguel asked her, and Azriel couldn't hide his surprised.

He honestly had no idea Elain even knew who Vera Wang was. Having known her for more than a year, Azriel was no stranger to her fashion taste. Elain had a particular style which matched her whimsical self, her clothes a mix of colors, patterns and fabric that somehow ended up going well together. At work, she usually favored t-shirts, paired with jeans or overalls. Sometimes she’d put a gypsy skirt or maxi dresses. For her feet, the choice laid in flats, sandals, sneakers and occasionally docs -  avoiding heels since she busted her knee in her teens. None of the items she wore were designed.

“No idea who that is, but thirty is a good number, don’t you think?” She twirled her pen in the air, pointing at Azriel. “She’s thirty, she’s flirty, she’s thriving.”

Azriel stared at her as if she had grown a second head.

“Thirty, flirty and thriving," she tried again.

Silence.

"You don't know that?"

Annoyed silence.

"Jenna Rinks catch phrase!"

Utterly annoyed silence.

"Really?!"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his posture. She saw no recognition going on for him.

Azriel only said coldly,

“Elain.”

All the eyes in the room subtly turned to him. They had only heard him calling her Archeron during office hours.

“Yes?” she said sweetly.

“Shut up.”

Beside her, Nuala snickered, well used to their blunt back and forth. Azriel would tell Elain to shut up at least 15 times a day. Elain, on the other hand, would front him for being explosive at least 20. Sometimes she’d fear for her friend’s job, but no one took pictures as lively as hers, and Azriel seemed to have noticed that as well. Although, judging by her sister’s party, Elain’s photos were not the only thing he was interested in. Nuala pretended not to see the two of them disappearing upstairs after their midnight kiss, but if Elain kept mummy any longer, she'd forget all about respecting her time and privacy.

Azriel gesture for Miguel to continue.

“We could do a pictorial of Mrs. Wang, interview her about her top 3 three collection; one for each decade of her work.”

On his left, Briar raised her hand. “Bluebonnets will be blooming soon. We could take her photos there. Mrs. Wang has favored blue many times in the last decade.”

“Flowers?” Azriel asked.

By the distaste in his voice, he wasn't happy about it. Briar lost her confidence, stammering,

“It will be spring by them, and,”

“Flowers. For spring?” he repeated with sarcasm, that particular tone he used to call someone stupid, without calling them stupid, coming through. “Flowers for spring." A single disdainful handclap. "Groundbreaking Briar, simply groundbreaking. We’ll certainly surpass Vogue now.”

Briar grow red in the face, sinking in her chair.

Nuala spied Azriel slide his tablet towards Elain, an old article about Vera Wang’s first collection opened on it. He must have like the idea of interviewing her. She raised her hand.

“International Women's Day is in March,” she began carefully. “We could mix a complimentary section in her interview to escape te boring "congratulations", select a few ladies in the industry who were inspired to pursue career because of Mrs. Wang."

"Which criteria are you using to select them?"

"The Revelation Designer Award will be announcing the winner on February 1st, and two strong names being quoted for the winner were Wang’s assistants.”

“Where is the award this year?”

“New Orleans.”

Azriel scratched his chin, pensive. Elain pushed the tablet to him, he scribbled a few words on it, then returned it to her.

“You up for a trip?" He asked their photographer.

"Sure."

"I want pictures of the event and a portrait of the winner. You do Wang afterwards."

“I can do better than portraits,” Elain said confidently.

She tapped the screen, sharply scanning photo after photo of Wang’s first fashion show, quickly absorbing the theme she had going on. Black vs. white, good vs. evil

“The cover can be all about her, shining solo. In the interview we recreate her origin. I’m talking double pages, elements from page one slipping into page 2, memorable light and dark juxtaposition as she did in her first collection. Seduction with a hint of forbidden. Nuala said the girls were her assistants, right? If one of them wins, the theme constructs itself; a pupil coming out of her teacher’s dark shadow to glow in the light. Nothing disrespectful of course, I’ll portrait Wang’s students as the fruit of her passion.”

Nuala let out an excited squeal. “That sounds amazing, and you know what. I received a call from Jammela last week, they are interested in sponsoring in exchange for exposition to their lastest gold collection. The ladies can wear the jewelry. Gold, black and white being the edition's theme."

“I like how you think.” Elain smirked, already constructing a scenario in her mind.

“I like how you think.” Nuala smirked back.

They both turned to Azriel expectantly. Everyone in the team was encouraged to participate in the decision of articles, themes, sponsoring, ad and interviews for the magazine. The problem was, if Azriel didn’t like the suggestion he would make sure to enumerate the reasons of why he thought you were stupid, loud enough for everyone in the room to listen. He usually accomplished that by yelling.

"You don't like it?" His muteness was like an itchness impossible to scratch. "We can adapt the parts you don't like..."

“No. I like it.” And he really did. “I’ll assign a team with Miguel, Nuala and you. You two seem to be on the same page, so pin us a mood board to visualize the idea better, and you,” he pointed at Miguel. “Draft me the interview.”

"You got it, boss man."

Azriel glanced at his watch, the numbers 20:45 glowing back at him, their clocking-out hour long past. He postponed the other decisions for later, dismissing his overworked team.

Yawns and tired groans were shared as they existed the conference room. Back in the common area, the employers went on to turn off their computers, and gather their personal belongs before heading for the elevators, except for Elain, who Azriel signaled to wait for him.

He went straight to his assistant, giving her the last instructions before she faxed the documents, the girl doing her best to pretend not to be looking from him to the photographer curiously. Failing miserably.

Azriel grabbed his wallet and keys, meeting Elain outside the headquarters, their steps echoing on the empty hall all the way to the elevator.

“Your car done?” He asked casually.

“Nope,” she pressed the button. “The mechanic said the missing part is coming from Maine, so it will take a couple more days. Do you think he’s trying to rip me off?”

“Probably.”

“Damn it.”

The elevator stopped in their floor, Azriel and Elain sliding inside. She pressed the “G” for ground floor. He pressed the “P” for parking lot, and un-pressed her “G”, saying “I’ll drive you.”

"You don't have to,"

"I want to."

“...oh...thank you.”

The floors pinged on the panel on top of the doors, a nervous kind of tension filling the elevator as it went down.

35.

34.

33.

32.

Elain cleared her dry throat.

“What did you really think about Nuala’s idea?” Her friend had been ecstatic about her cover suggestion getting accepted. Elain hoped he was not leading them on, to replace the cover later on.  

Azriel dived both hands in his pants pockets, perching his ass on the safety bar behind them. “It’s solid, yours a good addition to it. If you can pull it off.”

“You bet I can pull it off.” She scoffed crossing her arms over her cheat, mildly offended he was doubting her skills.

“Gambler,”

“Doubter.”

16.

15.

14.

13.

Unexpectedly, she jerked her head towards him.

“Are you gonna kiss me again or what?”

A soft rouge tinted Azriel’s cheek. Elain thought it was funny how he kissed and dragged her to a bathroom, making the most absurd proposition she had heard in her life, but blushed when she was the one being blunt.

“Does anything make you embarrassed?”

“Lots of things.”

“You hide well.”

“Thanks.”

Azriel straightened himself, chuckling. “You make me childish with this crazy train of thoughts of yours.”

“I’ve noticed. Liberating, isn't it?”

"To be childish?"

"To be freer."

Azriel didn’t answered. Instead, pulled her closer by the waist.

Elain timidly raised her hands to his shoulders, grabbing them this way and that. Every way she touched him seemed uncomfortable. Feeling him up in the spur of the moment was one thing, getting ready to be kissed was another. Sighing, she went on her tiptoes in attempt to equal their heights, settling for linking her wrists behind his neck, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour. Karma was bitch, she barely finished laughing at him for turning red, now she was the red one, and nervous as hell!

Azriel had promised to take her on a date after New Year. Elain knew exactly  why he wanted to do that, knew his intentions weren't pure. He didn't want to take her on a date because he fell head over heels for her. He wanted to wine and dine her, to convince her she had no need for another man when he was right there, available and interested. His appeal was undeniable, and he was willing to let her use him to get over his brother, so Elain didn't feel like someone signing to a looser's deal.

To her disappointment, the date proved impossible to schedule with his January agenda insanely full. Elain had no idea her boss was such a busy man, but she refused to wait another day for this man to kiss her. The month was approaching its end, and since he kissed his way into her mind, she had fantasized about repeating the dose. The desire was strictly professional, of course, nothing but research to reach a conclusion. I need to know if we really have chemistry, she told herself. I can’t date a man I have zero chemistry with.

Nervous, Elain licked her lips, Azriel a breath away from her.

“Are you saying yes?” his heated whisper fanned her lips.

“I’m saying I want a kiss.”

“I’ll kiss you when you say yes.” His hands covered the width of lower back, Elain gasping when he brought her impossible closer, his thumb drawing iddle circles over her shirt. “I only kiss my girlfriend.”

6.

5.

4.

3.

How would she decide after the kiss when this man only wanted to kiss her after her decision? Damn him!

The elevator doors opened to a quiet parking lot at her back, Elain nodding shyly, lids fluttering shut.

"Words."

"Yes!" She half-snarled, annoyed with rigid way of getting her consent. Was it too much to ask him to swipe her of her feet unexpectedly as did for the first time?

She missed tipsy-and-oversharing-Azriel. This one could rot!

Azriel kissed her cheek, his nose sinking on her soft skin, inhaling her scent. He kissed the corner of her mouth, a hand venturing up to her neck, bending her. He kis–

"Lainy! My favorite photographer."

Brown eyes flew open in the speed of the light, feet dropping back to the floor, Elain bumping her forehead painfully against Azriel’s chin.

Cassian hissed at the same time as her, Elain furiously rubbing her forehead, stomping on Azriel's foot in her hurry to turn around. “You okay?” he sounded worried.

No, she wasn't okay. She was anything but okay! Someone, please, open a hole and bury her in the earth, now.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” My God. Nuala always joked that Azriel's jawline could "cut a bitch", and now Elain had first hand experience that she was right.

Cassian patted her hair. 

“There, there. Good girl.”

Oh my, he called her a ‘good girl’. Elain went to theaven and back in a second, the hidden meaning of those two little words paired with his deep voice turning her legs to jelly. Her head pounded. Ignorant to her lustful gaze, Cassian settled his attention to his brother, a sneer forming on his lips.

"Azzy, I need a lift. I have a flat."

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[nekojitachan]

Hi !! Firstly, I FREAKING LOVE your writing! To me, your work is basically Art! <3 May I get some tips on how you manage to organize your ideas and write such long-ass addictive chapters? I'd love to have some writing tips from my biggest inspiration/fanfic idol!

Wow, I guess I don't start anything until I have a good idea of a plot (meaning how it begins, how it middles, and how it ends). I'm a firm believer of leaving wiggle room for stuff, because things can twist on you for good and bad, but mostly for good.

I know there are some people who are in the 'you should plot things out in detail' but I'm not one of them. I am not saying that is bad (sometimes I wish I was in that category, I WISH I WAS when thing warp into another x100 pages or so- really, 1000pages or so), but really, as my Irish gram always said 'to each their own, said the maid who kissed the cow'. Basically, I believe you have to figure out your own way to plot a story.

My way is a little looser than others, but I DO plot out the basics of the story so I have an idea of where I'm going. That gives me some leeway in case I get stuck and need to jump around. But I always know where I'm going to land (I might add an additional x amount of chapters to get there, which may or may not be good).

Though really, fleshing out stuff - is it bad? Readers on Ao3 seem to enjoy it. Publishers, not as much.

(sorry for taking a while to get to this).

#nekojitafics #writing tips

[mostly-mercy-vore]

"A promising new caREAR"

[Mercy x Reader]

Contains: Vore. Vore teasing. Post vore weight gain. Big butts. Sentient fat. Sharing mind with your predator.

Glorp, gurgle the sounds of digestion reducing you to mush.

Melted down from a worthless little twat into soft squishy fat.

Mercy sipped her morning coffee as the last of her belly bump slowly shrank, vanishing back into its flat, if somewhat soft stomach, the round hump of her tum bringing her black scrubs shirt down over her gut like a falling curtain.

Her panties stretched, grams becoming pounds, pounds becoming inches as her granny panties filled with soft squishy fat.

Mercy felt the loose back scrubs under her lab coat growing tighter. Her ass getting fatter as what was left of you began to fill her pants, pushing, stretching the black scrubs, and stretching out the waistband. She listened to the soft creak of fabric as her ass got fatter and fatter and fatter.

The pred frowned biting her pen, as a cool breeze blew on her lower back, tickling her cheeks.

Her big, butt covering panties sucked up into her fattened up cake. Her big bubble butt plumping up out of the waist of her pants, until her scrubs were hugging her around the hips, the top half of her booty meat hanging over the top of her pants. The seat now fitting her like a pair of black leggings. Her massive underwear stretched out and scrunched up into a tiny thong.

"Aha! Nine across, four letter word for a pathetic degenerate that worships gorgeous people: simp!" Mercy scrawled S-I-M-P into her crossword. The M connecting to bottom. The S was #23 Down: "Five Letter word, for ingesting...S-L-U-R-P. I'm getting very good at zis English crossword puzzle ja?"

Mercy's entire body shook, as if she were sitting on a waterbed her body bouyed and rocked as if filming a scene on the high sea.

With a laugh, she began to swat her fat new ass with her pen.

"Stop zat! Now you STOP zat right now!" She grinned, beating you about your brand new form. Her massive ass stopped wobbling.

Angela grinned: you were awake again.

You stared at your arm. Only it wasn't yours, long and pale, almost milky white it had petite painted nails. You tried to wiggle your fingers.

Mercy felt her ass jiggle again.

You couldn't feel your arms. Or your chest, or your hands. You tried to speak, but nothing came out! Your doctor spoke, Angela Zeigler, but it came from you!

"You don't remember do you?" Mercy bit her pen a bit more playful this time. Squeezing the great big handfuls of booty that was spread out from under her.

You felt it. You felt her grabbing her ass...you felt like someone was grabbing you, grabbing YOUR ass. Instantly you felt a little turned on.

Mercy moaned.

"Mmmff. Let me refresh your memory butt fat." Angela purred. You realized it was her, somehow you were trapped in her head! You saw what she saw, heard what she heard, like you were trapped inside her head! Watching TV from a first person Doctor Zeigler persoective! "See, you couldn't make rounds on time, you never filled out your paper work. Your med school grades were barely passing, and you were the cutest resident I had." Mercy purred. "You are what zey call a....snack doctor. Barely any use for practicing medicine, you're sent along to Pred Doctors so we don't gobble up all our yummy new doctors!"

You began to remember. You'd been bent over the fridge. Doctor Zeigler had whole whistled your behind. She'd approached you, pinned you to the wall, bent in for a kiss and...and...

Oh fuck. The hot milf had gobbled you up!

"You gave me such a big sexy belly, I'll miss it. I enjoyed ze sounds of a dumb little useless doctor begging for your life, zat was very hot, you are very good prey. Obvious why zey sent you to me, you were born to be some big sexy doctor's lunch." Angela nodded she was kneeling her fat new ass now, like a cat making aggressive muffins in the soft plump flesh.

"You were so fun to bully and tease. I had so much fun rubbing you off through my fat gut~" Mercy purred. "I couldn't let such a natural fucking submissive little snack go to waste~" Mercy rose.

"So naturally, I decided you needed to....stick around." Angela tried to tug at her scrubs but her fat ass refused to be packed back into the already too small pants. The threads that held the ass together creaked and one or two popped threateningly. "It seems you are too big for zeze scrubs. No worry, I have ze next few sizes up on hand."

Mercy slapped her fat ass.

And you felt it, and instantly tried to squirm reflexively.

Her fat ass shook, wobbling violently as she walked. Mercy bit her lip, her fat new cake certainly knew how to jiggle. She couldn't wait to put it to good use.

Mercy strode over to the nearest mirror. As she did, she opened "healSLUT" the online pervy app for naughty Doctors, surgeons, and field healers.

"Oh Ajay, both tenticles? In both holes? Zat IS naughty~" Mercy mumbled, watching a short ten second video posted by user Lif3Lin3 a short Jamaican girl with a dumptruck ass, who's little disc shaped robot was pumping both her holes with long winding tenticles.

Mercy couldn't wait to post video of her new asset.

Angela finally stopped, and you got a good look at her post meal. The blonde turned, presenting her big bubble butt. Angela had always been a bit curvy, but she had a fucking MONSTER of a plush, chubby ass now, it was practically bursting out of her pants.

Four feet wide, her crack was probably a foot deep. Her cheeks two feet tall, sagged under their weight and bounced plumply against the back of her thighs.

Angela hopped on the balls of her feat, making her big squishy cake bounce. It sloshed gorgeously, and as you stared at her big fat ass through her eyes, you started to get a little turned on yourself. This in turn, meant Mercy felt a little wet between her legs herself. "Naughty little snack, are you horny for this big fat ass? Zis is all you now." She grabbed a big handfull of you, squeezeing her new booty and giving it a shake. You thrashed instinctively, and Mercy giggled watching her bulging cheeks try to squirm away like she'd stuffed sentient slime down the back of her pants.

There was an almighty RIP, and the combination of jumping and groping shred the back of her pants. Her little granny panties, swallowed up by your new home her ginormous cake turning them into a little thong.

"So big aren't you?" Mercy laughed, turning around she smooshed you against the blue lockers in the locker room. Feeling her big fat ass squirm and wriggle as it spread across four lockers, and bubbles of fat sunk into the diamond shaped holes. "Sigh, Knew it from ze minute I saw you. You were just cougar food." Mercy laughed, patting her fatty hip. her entire body began to rock and buck, as her jiggly fat ass thrashed and tried to throw her off, you felt weird being smooshed against a locker like this, but Mercy only moaned, and reared her hips forward, before smashing her big butt against the lockers again with a bang. "Now be have yourself. You're mein booty now. And big butts do three things, sitting, twerking, and get fucked by doctors with big strong cocks." Mercy snapped.

Your wriggles slowed down to a shiver, and content that she'd wrangled her massive new sentient cake, Angela Ziegler gave a cute nod of finality, and turned, opening her locker, and fetching out an XXXL sized pair of trousers, and a brand new shirt (all your squirming as she'd churned you up, and her excessive biting the shirt to keep from moaning as she fingered herself, had ruined her other scrubs and undershirt.

Mercy hung her doctor's coat on the open locker door, and pulled at her 'thong' until the tired, worn out elastic snapped. Her underwear becoming an overstretched pile of string that came off her body with a tear, resting limply in her hands.

"Harumph. You ruined my most decent pair of work panties." She reached back and gave her fat booty a big slap to punish you. "Now we have to wear ze sexy ones!" Mercy smirked. Fetching her stretchiest black lace thong, she slipped it up her shapely calves, her plush thighs, and tugged it up into her phat juicy ass. "A little help here?" Mercy taunted.

You jiggled obediently, working her thong deeper into your, her? Both of you, your crack. She snapped the elastic band, and loved how thicc it made her look digging into her soft milky curves on her waist.

Mercy looked back at her enormous fat shelf of an ass, and bounced on the balls of her feet again, making you dizzy and tingle as she bounced you about. With no pants to restrict you, you clapped loudly. "A big round of applause for the dumbest ass in medicine." Mercy crowed with delight, watching her juicy boulders of fat spread open and slap against each other with each bounce.

You were heating up, all this bullying making you horny, which was only making your new owner horny, which only made her want to squash, squeeze bully and tease you more. You occupied the same body, but the only feelings you shared were lust and a sensitive touch around her fat ass. Poor little doctor booty, phd (pretty huge dumptruck) your only sense of control was making Mercy's fat slosh. Completely along for the ride in her head for the rest of your life.

"You've really gone somewhere in life." Mercy grunted, tugging her new super sized scrub pants up her cheeks, struggling to pack you in. Gritting her teeth, she watched you obediently squirm, working yourself into the pants where you belonged. Satisfied, she continued: "Straight to my ass. What a promising new ca-rear." She squeezed her big butt lovingl. "Zis is your life now, Sentient ass fat jiggling padding this hot milf's cheeks. Do you think Lena's thighs will feel good slapping into you? I am planning on a little dinner date and I dare say, Lena Oxten is a bit of an ass girl herself. I bet her strap would feel good as she humps you."

You both grew a little hornier.

"Behave now." Mercy said, pulling her shirt down over her chest, and tucking it so the hem covered her thong (which was peeking out of her pants) "I have a long shift so make sure you wobble cutely for all the other little prey sluts in zis hospital." She lifted her phone, made a cute face pouting her lips playfully and looking a bit 'questioning' about her massive new ass, making sure she got her wide wobbly wagon in frame, before clicking it, and posting it to "healSLUT".

Angela sashayed over to the door, when her juicy hips got stuck, she coughed. You flexed, 'budging up' a bit so she could scrape herself through, before relaxing with a fat flop that sent the doctor's prey fed ass wobbling.

[withlovegvf]

everlong | Jake Kiszka

dad!jakexreader

summary: Jake teaches your daughter violet simple chords on her new mini gibson and she surprises him with playing Everlong by Foo Fighters with the rest of the boys for his birthday present :)

Jakes Pov

"Vi is gonna freak when she opens her Gibson." Yn giggles, cuddling into my arm as we watch our daughter Violet opening her birthday presents from all of our family for her 8th Birthday. "Well she's been more interested in my playing lately and I thought it was time to get her started on the legacy." I squeeze her thigh lovingly and Yn giggles again laying her head on my shoulder.

"Legacy?" she looks at me. "Yeah! she comes from a musical family. It's time she starts pulling her weight. Who knows maybe she'll take my place on tour so I can stay home with you mama." I look at yn in the eyes as she lifts her head from my shoulder.

"Oh is that right?" "Uh huh" yn leans in for a few pecks on my lips and we turn our attention to Vi opening her gift from Danny.

"Oh my gosh uncle danny! Golf clubs!" Violet pulls the driver out of the bright pink golf bag and starts shimming it in the air while wiggling her little body. "Yeah honeypie! Now I can teach you how to be the best golfer Michigan has ever seen!" Violet smiles and runs up to Danny hugging him tightly, resting her head on his stomach. "Thank you uncle danny. I love you" Danny pats her head, "You're welcome honeypie. I love you too. Now I only see one more present over there and the only people left who haven't gotten you something is mommy and daddy over there."

Violet gasps and looks over at me and yn with an excited smile. "Sam bring the gift over here to us. Vi come here and open it with mommy and daddy." Violet runs into my open arms and sits on my thigh. Sams bring the gift over to us and violet puts her hand on it as if asking to open it.

"Go on honey! Open it for Grams!" Karen smile's holding her phone filming the opening. Vi giggles and hops off my lap and starts peeling off the purple kitten wrapping paper. She gets the wrapping off and sees the mini guitar case. "Oh daddy is that a..?" Open it and find out Bug." Yn urges her with a big smile on her face.

Violet smiles and Yn and slowly pops the buckles of the guitar case and gasp at the sight. A mini lavender Gibson Classic lays in the case waiting for Violets little hands to pick it up. "Oh daddy, daddy it's perfect! I love it! thank you thank you!" Violet jumps into my arms planting sweet little kisses all over my face. "Thank your mama too. She picked the color" Violet looks over at yn and jumps into her arms repeating to her face what she just did to mine.

I lift the guitar out of the case and start messing around with it while everyone tells violet how awesome her gift is. Eventually I've been finicking with the little instrument for an hour and just about everyone has left out house except Josh, Sam, and Danny. Out of the corner of my eye I see Vi looking from my face to the guitar I hold in my hands with a curious look on her face as if she was wondering if she could try some things on the guitar.

"Vi, baby, come here. Lemme show you a few chords." Her eyes light up and she runs to me standing between my legs while I hold my spot sitting on the couch. "Okay now hold it like...that! good Bug you're a natural!" Vi giggles rubbing her head against my hairline out of affection. "Thank you daddy! Okay where do we start?" "Okay so if you hold your finger here and strum the strings like this...." I adjust her fingers then run her hands down the set of strings and the sound comes all through the house. "That's what a simple A chord sounds like!" "ohhhh" Violet nods and looks at me waiting for further instruction. We keep practicing for a few hours.

Yns Pov

After cleaning up the party, I and the three other boys sat on your back porch with some beers and cocktails chitchatting.

"They have been at it awhile! I'm surprised Bug has let this hold her attention this long!" I say taking a sip from my glass of wine. Sam nods his head in agreement. "Yeah me too! That kind of attention span from an eight year old only means one thing: she really wants to learn and be good at the guitar." Josh and Danny huff some words of agreement to Sam. "Oh that's great! Another set of hands i get to listen to strum the strings all night!" Josh laughs and leans over giving me a side hug on the couch. "Oh please Yn don't act like you don't love the idea of a tiny Joan Jett running around here."

I laugh at Josh's comparison. "I guess that is pretty badass. Oh shit! since it's almost six are y'all down for some pizza if i order some?" all the boy express sounds of delight. "Okay! lemme ask them what they want in there!" I open the screen door and walk into the living room and see Jake and Violet in the same spot they've been for a couple hours now. "Hello lovies! How do my little guitarists feel about pizza for dinner?" Both of them nod at me vigorously and I giggle. "Okay then let me place the order. After that I want you to take a shower before the pizza gets her Bug so you don't end up staying up too late. You have school tomorrow, okay?"

Violet sighs with a sad little frown on her face. "Okay mommy! If I do that can daddy keep teaching me for a little bit before bed?" I smile at her and give her a nod. "Yes of course Bug! I am so happy you love your gift so much!"

I head to the kitchen and order way too much pizza for all of us to eat but that's besides the point. Once I get off the phone I walk into the living room to get Violet upstairs to shower. "Okay bug lets get you in the shower so you're clean when dinner gets her!" Jake pulls the guitar from her hand sets it in the case. Violet runs up to me hugging my waist looking up at me. "I'll shout for you when I need you to brush my hair okay mama?" I kiss her forehead and pat her long brown hair. "Okay baby! I love you" She starts running up the stairs. "I love you both too!"

I walk over to the couch and sit on Jakes lap after he's done putting Vi's guitar away. "It looks like we've got a rockstar on our hands huh Mr. Kiszka?" Jake nods pecking my lips then leaning his head into my neck. "I'd say so Mrs.Kiszka. Bug is a natural too. She seems to grasp the concepts super quick and didn't loose interest five minutes in like most young kids. I think she's gonna really take to guitar. Not that i'd be mad if she wanted to play bass but i'm glad she likes guitar." I nod and stay cuddled into jake until i hear Vi calling for me to brush out her hair. I have to do it because her little arm aren't long enough the reach the bottom half and as a direct quote from Violet "The tangles are never as bad when you brush them out mom" whatever that means. "There's cash from the boys on the kitchen counter for the pizza when it gets here." I peck Jakes lips and he nods.

I head up stairs and open the bathroom door to see Violet in her light yellow floral sleep dress with a head full of tangles holding her brush waiting for me. "What's the damage tonight babe?" I say standing behind her looking at her and her tangles through the mirror. "Kinda bad. I think the wind from the big bouncy slide made it worse than normal." I giggle and spray detangler into her long brown locks then start brushing lightly.

After a few minutes of silent brushing Violet soeaks up. "Mama I have an idea." I look into her eyes through the bathroom mirror. "Okay Bug what's your idea?" "Well I got my new guitar and I love it! And I know Daddy and Uncle Joshs birthday is a few months away..." "Four months away yes." "Yeah four months! And I know Uncle Danny and Uncle Sammy can both play the guitar so I was wanting to surprise Daddy with a full song that Uncle Josh sings while we play it for him on his birthday!" I finish brushing Vi's hair and spin her around and kneel down infront on her holding her hands.

"Vi that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard! I just know Daddy will be so overjoyed if you did that for him! And I bet your uncles would be more than happy to help. Tell you what. How about every week after school, one of your amazing uncles picks up and we practice until the big party! Does that sound good?" Violet squeaks and jumps into my arms giving me a bone crushing hug.

"Yes mommy thank you thank you!!! you are the absolute best and I love you so so so so so so much! I promise to learn a Lady Gaga song on guitar for you after Daddy's Birthday!" I laugh into her Lavender scented hair and squeeze her tighter. "Okay Bug! Now go downstairs and I'll talk to your Uncles about it later! Remember don't say anything because we want daddy to have no idea!" Violet nods her head vigorously then the door bell rings. She gasps and runs downstairs to get her grubby hands on some pepperoni before the boys eat it all.

I laugh at her speed then clean up the bathroom from her shower before going downstairs to eat some pizza aswell.

--Four Months Later--

Yns pov

"Uncle Sammy I am super nervous. What if i mess up and ruin Daddy's birthday?" I hear Vi say as I put the decorations around the porch for the Josh and Jakes birthday party. The weather is super nice so a bonfire type thing with snack food and booze is the way to go. "Munchkin don't stress! Have fun and remember you are doing this to make your dad happy. Even if you played the ABC's on that guitar of yours he'd be insanely proud." Violet giggles and Sam lifts her in the air, spinning her around attacking her face with little pecks.

Josh walks over to me with a fold out table in his hand asking where i want it. I tell him over by the table with all the snacky stuff on it. "How is she gonna do tonight J? She's super nervous and I'll admit I did not expect Everlong to be the song of choice for a novice." Josh laughs as we walk together to set the table up. "Yeah but honestly lil twerp is a 90s alternative rock fiend and we couldn't get her to change her mind. And I quote "I wanna be just like Dave Grohl when I grow up"" I laugh and adjust the table with him until it's stable.

"Sounds like my baby. I just hope she's not worrying too much. It hurts my heart to know she's so nervous." "She'll be fine. Really. She has been consistently playing the song all the way through with minor, silly mistakes for about three weeks now. I think she's gonna nail it." I nod and walk off to set up the mini bar inside. Once I'm done I get myself and Violet dressed for the party.

"Mommy I hope daddy likes my playing tonight." Vi says as I finish fixing her long braid. "Bug he is going to adore and think it's super sweet that you thought of him like that! Now stop that worrying and go help the boys set up everything in the backyard." I spin her around and give her head a kiss and she runs out of the room to help get things ready.

I put the finishing touches of the makeup on in our bathroom then start downstairs to the kitchen to wait for friends and family to start arriving. I made jake go get his own birthday cake an hour away so that we could set everything up so he wouldn't be suspicious of all the band equipment in our yard.

I start welcoming all the close and distant friends and family to the backyard and tell them make themselves comfortable. After about twenty minutes jake tells me that he is here with the cake.

"Hey baby, could you help a guy out a little bit?" Jake grunts as he struggles to get the full sheet cake through the door without dropping it. "Oh of course i'm sorry!" we finally set it on the kitchen counter and jake leans in to kiss my temple. "Making me get my own birthday cake on my birthday. How evil and mean spirited can you be?" I giggle and put my arms on his neck and hug him into me.

"Oh you know me just the wicked evil mom who wanted to save my ears the complaining i would hear if you had to set up your own party. Josh didn't mind though. He's always been more laid back than you." Jake looks at me as if i've lost my mind. "Yn you take that back right now." I giggle and start slowly backing away from him shaking my head. Then suddenly start running to the backyard with everyone.

Once we call a truce and make it to the yard everyone start greeting Jake and telling him happy birthday. He kisses his mom on the cheek giving her a big hug. Then he notices the band equipment. Everyone is holding their instruments at the ready but no guitarist in sight. "Um babe did you forget to tell me i'd be preforming with everyone tonight? Wait why the fuck would i preform at our own birthday party?!" Karen slaps his chest and scolds him for his language. "Babe...the boys and I wanted to help Violet with her birthday present to you. When she got her electric guitar she said she wanted to perform for you for your birthday. She's and the boys have been working super hard for the last few months"

Violet walks from hiding behind Danny and his drum set to the right of Josh where he usually stand. Her purple Gibson in her hands at the ready. Jake covers his mouth and walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on top of mine speechless, ready to hear our daughter play.

"Okay before we start, Skeeter is there anything you wanna say?" Josh walks over to Violet and bends down giving her access to the microphone. "I love you more than the entire world daddy and i hope you like this song. And if i mess up i'm sorry" Jake laughs at the last sentence along with everyone in our family and dabs the tears that are coming from his eyes. He puts his sunglasses on to hide his emotions but i squeeze him tight and give him a kiss on the cheek, comforting my big softie.

The opening sequence of Everlong starts and Jake turns to me with his jaw on the floor. "This is a hard song on the guitar. Bug is really going all out." I nod. "She's been practicing every time you leave the house and for hours with the boys. She loves you so much." I snuggle back into Jake and continue enjoying our Bug play the guitar.

Once she was finished the cheering was as loud as one of their sold out shows. Vi put her guitar on her mini stand and ran over to jake. He picked her up and spun her around, leaving little kisses all over her face. "was that good daddy? Did you like my present." Jake stops spinning and holds her cheek in his hand.

"Bug that was the best present I've ever gotten. I love you more than the entire world too bug."

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The baby fever is real. Also sorry the ending is kinda abrupt i just wanted to get something out into the void. Also i can't speak about Meeting the master that came out today I JUST CANT

-withlovegvf<3

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