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underoossss · 2 years

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fall dates and pumpkin pies - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff and kisses, and we pretend s4 had a happy ending for this.

an: here, have some steve fluff, it’s fall because its the superior season and im so ready for it to get here. (brief lucas x max mention because they are adorable) I hope you enjoy!

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The sun had started to set in the distance while you made your way through town. The last remnants of its beautiful orange light sneaked through the space between the buildings and shone through the car’s window. Fall had arrived to Hawkins a few weeks back, and the streets were covered with leaves –brown, red and different shades of orange coloured the wet pavement. You watched every detail of the new season as the car moved along, both thrilled and enamoured with the cozy look the town had adopted with the changing weather. It had rained earlier, but the cold bite to the air was gone thanks to the humidity that remained. The days for driving with the windows down were long gone, but the colder days gave you a great excuse to wear your coziest sweaters and cuddle closer to your boyfriend for warmth. Your sank further down in your seat, your high-tops perched on the dashboard, their black colour looking more like a faded grey in the sunset’s orange light.

Steve sat in the drivers seat next to you, clad in in a light blue sweatshirt and a black denim jacket, his hair a perfect display of tousled brown waves. He had one of his hands on top of your thigh, setting the skin under your jeans on fire even with just a simple touch. You glanced away from your thigh and towards him. Your eyes followed his profile, from the dip where his forehead met his eyes all the way down to his moving lips. He was talking to the couple sitting in the back, always the mother hen. With a glance over your shoulder, you spotted Max rolling her eyes at Steve’s words while Lucas listened carefully. It made a chuckle leave your lips, it also brought Steve’s attention back to you.

“I think they got it from here, babe.” You told him softly, a reassuring smile on your face. You went on to address couple next, your eyes meeting theirs through the rear-view mirror. “We’ll be out here when the film’s over, to take you back home.”

Max nodded. “Alright, thank you.”

Your redhead friend had approached you while at work on Monday. Her hair in two pigtails and her skateboard under her arm. She’d told you Lucas asked her out on a date and they would be going to watch a movie Friday night. It was something they had agreed to before, but Lucas had asked Max again that morning. She’d said yes.

“That’s great. What movie are you watching?” You had asked, more interested on Max’s date than the inventory you were running for the store. “You need a ride?”

“Yeah.” Her cheeks were tinted pink from what you assumed was embarrassment. “Um, we’re watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off at 8pm”

You nodded your head and clapped your hands in front of you. “Perfect! Steve and I will pick you up at 7:30.”

“You really need to get a new license.” Max shook her head at you. “But thank you.”

“Pfft I don’t need one.” You’d told her, “Steve would insist on driving me everywhere anyways.”

When you saw Steve later that Monday afternoon, at 5:05 to be exact, you told him that Max and Lucas would need a ride to the movies on Friday. He turned to you on the driver’s seat, car still on park, and told you that Lucas had gone to Family Video after school to ask for a ride as well.

“Did they think I’d say no?” Steve had asked you, a confused furrow to his eyebrows.

“I’m sure it’s not that!” You’d laughed and shrugged, “Just better safe than sorry, I guess.”

“If you want to hit the arcade after the movie just let us know, we can pick you up after that.” You added after a glance towards Steve. “Right, babe?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t get into trouble.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was all an act. He cared for these trouble-making teenagers more than he’ll ever admit. That care shone through immediately after his comment, when his voice took a softer tone. “And have fun.”

Steve’s car pulled into the parking lot, right in front of the entrance. The cinema’s pink and yellow neon banner reflected on your window and bathed the car in its light. You looked out the window, at the many people walking into the establishments: couples, parents with kids, groups of friends, all ready for some entertainment after the town’s trying times. “I can smell the popcorn from here.” You mumbled, unsure if it was just your imagination or if it was the truth.

Steve shared a look with Lucas in the rear view mirror which prompted him to jump out of the car and run to Max’s side, opening her door for her. “You ready?” Lucas asked Max with a grin on his face and his hand outstretched.

You could see Max’s cheeks blush, turning a soft shade of pink as she looked at Lucas. She chuckled then and took his hand in hers, sliding out of the car. “Yeah, I’m ready.” She said. Then, after ducking into the car to say thank you, the two of them walked into the cinema hand in hand.

“They’re adorable.” You said after a sigh, watching their retreating figures. Max’s stylish overalls and Lucas’ denim on denim look. “They’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course they will, babe.” Steve reassured you, understanding your anxiety at the thought of them being alone. They have been through too much. His hand took yours as he drove further into the parking lot in search for a free spot. “Besides, we’ll wait for them here.”

You nodded, and cleared your mind from your anxious thoughts. Focusing instead on the present, you helped Steve find a parking spot while the sky above you changed from orange into pink.

“I’m going inside to get us some popcorn,” Steve said after shutting down the engine. His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb rubbed the skin there softly. “You want anything else, baby?”

“Popcorn’s good.” You smiled and placed a small kiss to his palm, giggling when he got flustered.

“I’ll be right back.” Steve smiled back after trying and failing to rid himself of his blush. He handed you the car keys and walked to the cinema’s entrance three rows ahead of you.

You stepped out of the car a few minutes later, and leaned against the closed door to watch the sky change colours above you. The lovely pink had turned into a soft lilac, and by the time it was a deep purple with no clouds on sight, you heard Steve walking back towards the car.

“Gotcha a soda too!” He smiled, holding the white and red paper cup up in triumph. “I figured the popcorn would make us thirsty.”

You shook your head in wonder at him, a smile growing on your face. Steve was always so thoughtful and kind, anticipating your needs and those of others when he could. He knew when you needed him to hold your hand, when you needed a hug, or just a good cry. Even if he was always reluctant to accept the same kindness I’m return, you tried to provide it to him. If only he knew just how deep your affection for him ran.

“Thank you,” You smiled, accepting the kiss he placed on your lips and the bucket of popcorn. “Was the line huge?”

“Yeah.” Steve said before he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “The whole place is packed with people.”

“It’s for that new movie, the one the kids are going to watch.” You brought some popcorn to your mouth, the salty and buttery taste making your tastebuds dance and say to no one in particular: “Cinema popcorn is so good.”

“I had to hide from them.” Steve chuckled through another mouthful, you couldn’t even complain, he endeared you. “Or else they’d think I was spying on them or something.”

You laughed softly, picturing Max’s horrified face if she saw Steve or you in there with them. Then again, you didn’t think they would spot Steve –it was a date after all. They were probably thinking about the other right now, and the nerves that inevitably made an appearance no matter what. A smile came to your face at a memory, another couple that had their first date at this very same cinema.

“Stevie.” You whispered, your voice taking a softer tone. “Remember when you asked me out that first time?” You placed the popcorn on the hood of the car, as you shifted on your feet –legs aching from being in the same position.

Steve noticed the movement, and wasted no time. He put the soda next to the popcorn and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you up on the hood of the car. Being at the same eye level as him now, you had the urge to look away –Steve’s loving eyes were almost overwhelming in the best way– but you kept your gaze on him. He moved to stand between you legs, grabbing the soda, taking a sip and placing it back on the hood.

“Why yes I do remember, gorgeous.” A teasing glint appeared in his eye, over the ever-present affection. “You practically melted to the floor when I asked you.”

You chuckled –amused– and brought a hand to his hair. Your fingers ran through it once then returned to your side. “I think you’re taking about yourself there, Stevie. I’d never seen you so nervous before.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, leaning in to kiss your nose. His the touch left the skin warm against the cold wind. “I was an idiot that night. almost spilled all the popcorn, got your soda all wrong.” He shook his head.

“Shh babe.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, they were as cold as your fingers. “Don’t call yourself that. You’ve never been an idiot.”

Steve looked away with a shrug, feeling vulnerable. You brought his face close to you, fingers tracing his cheekbones.

“I just don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that.” You shook your head, but gave him a soft smile. Heart aching at the thought of him thinking that way of himself when you thought the complete opposite.

A sigh escaped him, and he nodded, his fingers clutching at the material of your sweater. “I know, it’s just–”

“A habit. I know.” You rested your forehead against his, moving your face from side to side, and offered him comfort. “That night… I was nervous too. Can you blame me, though? I’d been crushing on you for a while.” You shared, making Steve smile.

“I think I crushed on you for longer.” Steve laughed softly, his hands drifting over to your back until his arms circled your waist.

“I’m not starting a competition.” You chuckled with an eye roll, then with a sigh you moved your gaze to the cinema. “Being here and seeing those two walk in tonight… it just reminded me of that night.”

Steve smiled and tightened his arms around your waist, bringing you close to fend of the cold. “It reminded me too.” He murmured, lips ghosting on your jaw and the warmth of his breath making goosebumps appear along your skin. “I got to kiss you that night. ‘Had been dreaming about it forever.”

“Cheesy.” You smiled, then sighed when Steve placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was so glad you did. I thought I’d have to wait until the second date.”

“How could I wait.” His lips brushed against yours in a teasing touch, a breathy chuckle escaped him. You tilted your head and touched the tip of your nose against the side of his. “Look at you, I’d be a fool not to kiss you.”

Unable to wait, you moved forward and captured his lips with yours –the pleased sound that left Steve’s throat warming your body up against the cold. His lips parted as he moved closer, you could taste the sweet taste of the soda he’d been drinking and still lingered on his lips. It felt like something out of a book or a movie, the way you were bursting with love for each other in the same place you gave that love a chance. Steve pulled back when he felt you smile, his lips kissing your cheeks and jaw until your face felt on fire and you brought his lips back to yours. You felt all-consumed by your emotions, and each caress of Steve’s lips against yours, his tongue brushing your bottom lip and his teeth biting them ever so gently threatened to make all those emotions burst at the seams.

“Steve.” You whispered, hands travelling from his hair back to his face.

He looked rumpled, his lips very much kissed but his expression cleared when he looked into your eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m going to sound pathetic.” You confessed.

Steve shook his head. “Of course not. Tell me.”

“I don’t know if it’s this place that’s making me nostalgic.” You looked at the cinema then at Steve. “But…”

Steve remained patient as he waited for you to find your words –his thumbs rubbed circles on your lower back.

“My heart felt very lonely before I met you Steve.” You whispered. “And since I met you, well I’ve never been so happy, despite everything that’s happened. Hell, after that first date I couldn’t stop smiling for days.”

“I couldn’t shut up about you after we met. Then after the date it just got worse.” Steve smiled, his forehead falling towards yours. “You’re not alone anymore, babe. Even in feeling hopelessly in love. I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me too.” You nodded, your foreheads moving together. “I love you, so much.”

“I do more.” He whispered softly and leaned in for another breathless kiss.

“Wanna go out on a date with me?” Steve asked when he pulled back. He smiled in delight at your surprised face. “We’ve got time.”

“Where do you want to go?” You smiled, tilting your head in question. When have you been able to say no to him.

“Our second date. That diner is just along the main street so we can walk.” Steve smiled, lips kissing yours softly and moving to kiss you nose, your Cupid’s bow, your chin. “I know you’ve been craving a pumpkin pie this week.”

“I have.” You nodded thoughtfully, a smile on your face even when you looked back to where Max and Lucas had gone.

“The kids will be fine, we’ll be back before they even come to find us.” Steve promised. His hands moved to your hips and helped you slide down from the hood of the car. “Indulge me baby, come on.”

Steve’s smile grew wider when you nodded again, his arm going around your shoulder after you grabbed the half finished popcorn. The two of you walked close together through the rows of parked cars, eating popcorn, until you reached the main street.

“I kissed you where we had our first date, I think it’s fair to kiss you where we had our second.” Steve spoke through another mouthful of popcorn.

You chuckled, “You’re right, it seems fair. But I was promised some pumpkin pie first.”

“Baby, I’m better than pumpkin pie.” Steve joked. “Right?”

At your teasing silence, Steve asked you again. “Babe, am I? This will keep me up at night, you’ve got to tell me.”

You could only laugh, shifting closer to his side. “Of course, you are. Better than anything.”

#oh to be kissed by this boy #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #gender neautral reader #steve harrington x gender neutral #steve harrington x gn!reader #gn!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic

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chelseachilly · 1 year

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king of my heart - pt 2

and all the pieces fall right into place getting caught up in the moment, lipstick on your face i’m yours to keep and i’m yours to lose you know i’m not a bad girl but i’ll do bad things with you

pairings: reader x ben chilwell chapter summary: despite your better judgement, you go over to ben’s place for the first time. warnings: smut, 18+ word count: 1.9k

a/n: thank you for reading part one, i hope you enjoy the (much steamier) part 2 lol - more coming soon! pls let me know what u think 🖤

read part one

Three days later, you somehow find yourself standing in front of your bathroom mirror, putting on lip gloss, getting ready to go over to Ben Chilwell’s house.

You were admittedly on the fence when you first talked to Charlotte about it after receiving his message after the party.

“He’s a footballer, I’m sure he just wants to hook up,” you said to her as you both scrolled through his Instagram.

“Isn’t that what you want, too? You said you’re not looking for anything serious,” Charlotte pointed out. When you lingered a bit too long on a post of him sitting shirtless on a yacht somewhere, she chuckled lightly. “Plus, you’re clearly into him.”

You couldn’t deny that to be true; there was something so unique and interesting about Ben, something that captivated you instantly in the short time you spent with him.

The butterflies in your stomach while talking to him at the party were unlike anything you’ve ever felt. You’ve been trying to convince yourself since that it was just because he’s famous and a great player and obviously attractive, not indicative of something more.

In all honesty, your fear isn’t that he’ll want to keep things casual - you’re worried that he won’t, or that you’ll catch feelings for him and they won’t be returned. You’ve had enough heartache the past few years, you’re not sure you could handle that.

Regardless, you decided to respond to his DM a few hours after he sent it, unable to resist the temptation.

yourinstagram Hey, it was great meeting you too! Sure, I’d be up for something 😊

You did worry you seemed overly eager, but he didn’t take long to respond.

benchilwell Perfect, I’ve got Wednesday off training. Wanna come to mine on Tuesday night and we can order dinner? You good with Indian?

yourinstagram Sounds good, just send me the details!

When Tuesday finally rolls around, you feel more nervous than you expected but excited nonetheless. You get home from work around six and immediately start getting ready even though you don’t have to be at Ben’s until eight.

Charlotte is out at a work event, so you have no one to advise you, but you decide on jeans and a white long-sleeve tee. It’s a simple outfit, but you feel both relaxed and confident in it, which is perfect for…whatever this is.

You take the tube and show up at Ben’s right on time. You briefly consider if you should’ve played it cool and been a bit late, but you’ve already rung the doorbell and it’s too late to turn back now.

The door swings open, revealing a brightly smiling Ben, in a fleecy black sweatshirt and matching joggers, knocking the wind out of you just as much as he did the first time.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles, stepping out of the way so you can come in. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” you say sincerely, slipping your shoes off in the entry hall. “How was your day?”

“Not bad,” Ben shrugs, beginning to lead you further into the house. “Much better now, though. How about you?”

You can feel yourself blushing as he flashes you a cheeky grin before turning around to walk into the next room.

“Mine was good, yeah,” you mumble, trying to regain your composure.

Without Ben’s gaze on you, you look around the house for the first time - it’s massive, with marble floors and sky-high ceilings. Honestly, it might be the nicest house you’ve ever been in.

As you enter the kitchen, there’s a huge spread of food out on the island.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got one of everything,” Ben says a bit shyly. “Indian makes for good leftovers, though, right?”

“Yeah, it does,” you agree, smiling at him. “Thanks, Ben, this looks delicious.”

He passes you a plate to fill up, him following suit as you load yours with a bit of everything.

“I’m sorry I didn’t suggest a restaurant, it’s just that there can be paps or fans taking photos a lot of the time and I didn’t want to subject you to that,” Ben says as you sit down at the table to eat.

“Of course, I get it,” you say. “And I’m good with staying in, really. Honestly, I kind of prefer it.”

“Yeah, same here,” Ben smiles. “Especially after a long day.”

You share stories of your work days as you eat what’s probably the best food you’ve had since moving to London. Once you’re done, Ben offers you a glass of wine as he cleans up and puts the rest in the fridge.

You sip the cold Chardonnay and sit back, feeling hopelessly giddy as you watch Ben hum some song you faintly recognize and move around the kitchen tidying up.

“You feel like watching a film?” Ben asks when he’s done.

You nod and he takes you to another room, with a huge couch and a TV nearly the size of the wall. He sits and you sit next to him, leaving about an arm’s length of separation between the two of you.

You settle on a scary movie called Smile after Ben suggests it. You’re not much for the horror genre but you agree anyway, not wanting to seem lame in front of this guy you barely know. You get comfortable on the couch, inching slightly closer to Ben so you can stretch your legs out on the sectional in front of him.

You can feel Ben’s gaze on you from time to time, but you keep your eyes glued to the screen to avoid eye contact. He’s fairly close to you now, and you’re worried if you look at him you won’t be able to resist kissing him. You don’t usually mind making the first move, but something about this feels different.

All of a sudden, a jump scare on the screen makes you reflexively turn your head away, and your face ends up landing on Ben’s shoulder. Although he jolted at the sudden scare as well, he immediately wraps an arm around you and begins to run his hand up and down your arm.

“You alright?” Ben asks, his breath warm on your ear.

“Yeah, it’s just a film,” you laugh softly, not moving an inch. You feel so comfortable and safe right now considering you just met this guy a few days ago. It’s like you’ve known him for years. “Not much of a scary movie person, to be honest.”

“I’m sorry, you should’ve said something,” Ben says gently. “You wanna pick something else?”

He pauses the film and you raise your head from his shoulder, now meeting his eyes with your faces only inches apart.

About three seconds pass before you both dive in to kiss each other, your lips meeting seamlessly.

His hands are on your back as you begin to make out with more intensity, scrambling to get closer to him. You end up straddling his lap, running your hands through his hair - which is just as soft as you imagined - as he pulls you as close as possible.

You carry on like this for god knows how long, unable to get enough of each other. Eventually, you have to come up for air, both of you completely out of breath.

You remain in his lap as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Wow,” you breathe, admiring his slightly swollen lips and enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. “That was-“

“Yeah,” Ben finishes, placing a lighter kiss on your lips. “Do you want to…”

“Yes,” you reply, diving in to kiss him again and tugging at the bottom of his sweatshirt.

He gets the hint and takes it off, along with the white t-shirt underneath. You can’t help but pull away to look at him for a moment, your eyes scanning the many small tattoos you saw on his Instagram.

And his abs, obviously.

As you continue to kiss, he starts to take off your shirt as well, and you nod in consent before he removes it fully.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, staring at your breasts as he begins to kiss your neck and jawline, making you moan.

You continue to undress until there’s nothing left. Ben reaches down and can immediately feel how ready you are for him, making you tremble when his finger touches your sensitive spot.

“I want you,” you mumble against his lips. “Now.”

“I need to get a-”

You cut him off by reaching over and pulling what he’s looking for out of your purse on the floor.

“Modern women come prepared,” you smirk, passing him the condom.

“Damn, you’re amazing,” Ben grins as he opens the wrapper with his teeth and begins to roll it on his hard cock.

Ben flips you both over on the couch and sinks in to you slowly, making both of you moan with pleasure. He asks if you’re alright as he begins to thrust into you slightly faster, and you can only nod as your brain goes fuzzy with pure bliss.

Before it’s even over, you can tell this is the best sex you’ve ever had. It’s not just the technique, though obviously his toned, athletic body is improving the experience, but something more than that too. He feels so right inside of you, so perfect.

“Y/N,” Ben moans, “I’m close, love.”

“That’s ok, go ahead.”

He lets out another low groan as he comes, and you feel a bit bereft as he pulls out and collapses on the couch next to you. After he’s had the chance to catch his breath, he gets up on his knees and begins to trail kisses down your body, making you tremble with anticipation.

It’s even more perfect when he goes down on you, making you see stars within seconds of his mouth on you. By the time you finish, you’re screaming his name in pleasure.

After he’s passed you a tissue to clean yourself up, Ben leans back against the couch cushions and pulls you into his arms, draping a blanket over your naked and now a bit sweaty bodies.

“That was amazing,” you can’t help but admit, your head resting on his chest and your eyes fluttering shut with contentment.

“So amazing,” he agrees, kissing your forehead in a way that feels almost too intimate, despite the activities you just engaged in. “You’re incredible, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Not so bad yourself, Ben Chilwell,” you chuckle. “Where did you learn to - you know what, never mind.”

You both laugh, but you suddenly remember what you came here for. The sex, although not a guarantee, was not unexpected and certainly not unwelcome.

Everything else, though - the butterflies in your stomach when he laughs, the tender forehead kisses after sex - is strictly off-limits if you want to retain your sanity.

You don’t need a boyfriend at all right now, let alone a footballer. Even if that footballer makes your heart want to leap right out of your chest.

“Ben, I just wanna be clear,” you say after a few minutes of enjoying each other’s touch in silence. “This was really fun, and I would love to keep seeing you, but that’s all this is, right? Fun?”

Ben hesitates for a moment, and you’re suddenly concerned that he expected more from this evening.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly. “I just assumed since you’re a professional athlete and busy with football and everything that you wouldn’t be looking for-“

“Yeah, of course,” Ben interrupts, smiling and kissing you again. “That’s perfect, actually. Having no strings attached makes everything easier.”

“Okay, great,” you smile, kissing him again. “Now, do you wanna pick another film or do you wanna go for round two?”

Ben stares at you, looking a bit awestruck for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again.

Somehow, the second time is even better.

next chapter 💙

#ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell #chelsea fc imagine #komh

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blackberryshortcake · 9 days

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The Witches Wrath

(Pt.3)

Sorry this part took so long T-T hope y’all like it

Pt 1. Pt 2.

Blinking the haze from the eyes I come to realize two things, one I was not in fact in my guest room and two it was very much a new day outside. The memories for last nights fight came flooding back to me and that this was in fact Sebastian room. The room was bare simply in design a closet a desk and a bed. Throwing the covers off I swing my feet over the side of the bed. Nauseated by the sudden motion. This was going to be the hangover of the century. Deciding rather than sulk I should stand up and at least try and look presentable. There was a dress splayed out at the end of the bed. Simple, black and made from what I assume was cotton not like the dress I was forced into the other day. As well as a pair of shoes simple flats that certainly looked outdated in comparison to their modern counterparts. To be completely honest I’m better off wearing this funeral fit than the my current grass stained and muddy clothes but it still doesn’t change the fact that it looks like something you’d bury your great grandmother in. Normal I could just snap my fingers and boom I’ve changed clothes but ah lass I cannot so grandma clothes here I come. I come to stand in from of the mirror just above the small dresser. By the gods I look like a mess. My heads pounding my hair is less than desirable and I look like I got hit by and 18 wheeler or a double wide hauling 2 tons of cattle. Gods I need a cigarette. I searched and searched for the pack of newports I had in sweatshirt pocket but they’re gone all that’s left is that half dead menthol vuse that was in my pants pocket. Guess we’re going new school today. I bet that checky fucker hide them along with my lighter. Deciding rather than sulk I’ll stuff the vape in my bra and head out of the room towards the kitchen. The most reasonable place for a butler to be at one in the afternoon.

After checking the kitchen and pretty much all of the servants wing he was no where to be found neither were any of the other employees of this rat hole. I solemnly determined I was abandoned left behind. Like when your mom goes to Walmart without you and when you ask her why she says you were sleeping but clearly expressed to her before your nap you wanted to go.

Rather than waste the day away I figured might as well be productive and see if maybe just maybe this place had a small library and lo and behold it did. Although not any were near the library of Alexandria I could make do. The boy surprisingly had plenty of books on the occult and witchcraft but who can be surprised when he is literally contracted to a demon. I was torn off the page I was reading in a small corner of the room by the door opening and closing. Two sets of footsteps echoed off the high ceiling just based on the sound I could tell it was Ciel and Sebastian making their entrance. Decided rather than move I stayed in the chair seemingly unbothered by their entrance.

They come to stand in front of me. Ciel in front and Sebastian not too far behind.

I flick my eyes up from the book

“Can I help you?”

Ciel spoke first “I believe you can, the queen has enlisted us to hunt down what is belived to be a witch plaguing London. Their has been a series of ritualistic murders in the Chelsea district of London.”

He cannot be fucking seriously.

“Are you shitting my dick?” He face remains stock simply waiting for you to go on.

You rose from your seat. “So you want me a women who was burned at the stake and accused of witchcraft to help you a privlaged little shit who thinks the world owes him hunt a witch!”

“Per our agreement you must help me.”

“Absolutely not I said I’d protect you not go on a witch hunt! You are probably the most inconsiderate asshole I’ve ever met. I apologize for looking into your past and in restitution I told you mine but there is no way in all the seven rings of hell I will help you hunt a witch.” You could feel it the power radiating off your hands. The green glow the room took on and the shadow cast on the ground by Sebastian coming to stand in between you and Ciel. You could feel the fiery hot rage pumping through your veins and the hand that came to rest around your throat forcing you to look into his eyes. The ones that shown fusica the ones that never change no matter what his face looks like.

“Breath” In all my years of living I really never get that mad I can usually control my “childish anger” as he calls it but there something about this fucking kid that really pushed my buttons. I go to shove his hand off but it only tighted

“Breath before you are no longer able to”

He looked at me the way a parent scolds their child for throwing a temper tantrum in the store.

“ F-fine” his grip loosed and his hand slide from your throat to your shoulder

“My dear, my young lord is simply asking you to help us identify some of the markings the witch left behind. You always were more inclined to such work.”

You stare at the ground no longer forced to hold his gaze. “Is it satanic?”

“I do not believe so, if it is it’s modern not authentic. I however believe it is Hellenic in origin.”

“I guess I can help but never ask me again.”

“Very well, shall we go?” His body turned gesturing to the door.

“Go where?”

“To the scene of the crime of course.”

Now seriously couldn’t he have waited till I don’t now any time but right now. Ciels walks out first clearly perturbd your outburst and Sebastian flows behind a hand on your lower back as he does so.

This was gonna be a loooooonnng day.

………………

One very akward carafe ride later and we arrive just outside a small townhouse. It looked rundown and very old. Sebastian stepped out first then ciel and then me. He offered me a hand down and the words

“My dear?”

“Stop calling me that we sounds like an old married couple.”

“I apologize, my dear” why does he always have to be so condescending.

As you walk up the stairs to the rickety old townhouse you feel as though they might give way beneath you. You did happen to notice a clear lack of police tape or an officer of any kind guarding the door if an apparent crime scene. After entering the smell of blood was 10 times mor pungent inside that out. You follow up the stair to a small bedroom.

By Gods it smelt bad.

Every wall was covered by symbols and although there was no body left behind the large pool of blood inside the salt circle was apparent. An alter stood at the head of the room. Taking care in where you stepped you come to stand in front of it. A seraded knife lay on the alter as well as a bowl made of bronze full of at least a 2 day old blood. Other small nicknacks scattered the top of the alter, offerings most likely but the most prominent figure was a small statue made of wood staring at this figure the realization dawned on you. The room was silent. The earl and his butler simply stood in the doorway as you inspected the room.

You spoke “it’s definitely not satanic but it’s not Hellenic either.”

Ciel was the first to respond “what lead you to conclusion?”

Rather than give away your tell you continue. “We’ll first of all lots of religions use symbols but hellenic Greece wasn’t one of them, and second the Hellenic world wasn’t big on human sacrifice.” Turning to face him he looks bored like he’s already a few steps ahead but can’t tell. “But whoever did this clearly was aiming for the attention of not a certain god but a certain someone I’d say.”

“And who might that be?” Sebastian was still silent looming over Ciels shoulder simply watching. Glancing at the symbols once more you finally spoke once more. “Theyre scarficing in hopes of getting my attention.”

“Your attention, and how could that possibly be?” Ciel laughed out his response. Before you could respond Sebastian finally stepped forward.

“My lord if I may (y/n) here became a deity of some sorts to those accused of witchcraft over time. A witch that cursed the land and the people who stole it. The witch who could not be burned I believe is the title they bestowed upon her.”

“Thanks for the exposition Sebastian” sarcasm laced in every word you spoke.

“Let me get this straight this is the second human sacrifice we’ve discovered so far and it’s all thanks to you.” Ciell didn’t know wether be disgusted or impressed.

“To be clear I have never once asked for a human sacrifice on anyone who made a deal with me. I’m not exactly sure what prompted this but whoever did this is dangerous more dangerous than me or him.” You say gesturing to Sebastian.

“More dangerous than two demons?” Ciels response was cocky his way of sayingI have to demons under my command and no one can stop me.

“Demons do not go around killing for the sake of fun contrary to popular belief. There are rule at play that we all must follow. Those rules don’t apply to human. You of all people should know what humans are capable of.”

He simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest “ and how do you propose we find this witch”

“My best guess check local apothecary’s and herbalist shops. There’s what looks like the leftover blossoms of detura in the alter bowl and that really only can be cultivated in north and South America.”

“How exactly is a herboligist going to help”

“Detura is a highly dangerous nightshade meant to represent demons and nightfall buuuuttt the kicker is it can only be harvested natively in souther parts of the North American continent. It’s very poisoness and very hard to cultivate. However the plant is a well known hallucigen with the right amount of it I bet you your Witch drugged the victim as well that probably why no one reported a disturbance since if the victim was to high to scream no one would have noticed.” Ciel didn’t respond right away rather content on thinking the whole crime scene through.

It’s such a waste to see a human life taken so early they didn’t tell me wether the victim was male or femal but by the smell of the blood it was a young women in her late teens. Taken to soon by a power hungry witch looking to score a deal.

Ciels voice cut through the air breaking the papble silence

“Sebastian, how many apothecary’s and herbalist shops are there in the radius of the two murders.”

“There are percicly two apothecary’s and one herbologist with radius of the two murders, my lord”

“I’d start there if I were you as well as confirm if the victims actually have the drug in their system. The only thing I just don’t understand is why is there so much blood”

“ I believe the victims throats where cut”

“No shit Sherlock but this knife clearly isn’t the murder weapon” you say as you gesture to the one on the alter

“ and what exactly leads you to believe that”

“Although it might have blood on it it’s steraded whatever was used was sharp and I mean very sharp although a seraded knife has just the same effect one with a plain sharp edge is gonna cause more damage, a seraded knife would have left blood all over the wall and who ever did this.”

Before responding Ciel sighed knowing this conversation meant a trip to the one person he always dreaded collecting information from. He pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed by the notion before speaking.

“I suppose this means we must pay the undertaker a visit.”

“Indeed my lord”

“Does this mean we have to get back in that carriage cause I think im gonna vomit if i have to ride in one of those again” Sebastian merely chuckled but Ciel had a genuine curriostity in his eyes.

“How do people get around without carriages where you’re from?”

“They have cars and buses and bikes, that are not made out of ply wood from Home Depot.” Although slightly perplexed by your vernacular Ciel got the idea.

“Are you implying that everyone has an automobile in the future?”

“Well I mean not everyone has one but most people do, shit you can get a hunker junker that just barely runs off facebook market place for like a few hundred bucks. And yeah I know like a few hundred dollars is quite a lot now but trust me in the future that ain’t shit.” He simply stared at you like you were speaking an entirely diffrent language but deep down you knew he probably understood what you just said.

“Yeah inflations a bitch” before he could respond Sebastian cleared his throat and directed you out of the bloodstained room and out of the rundown town house. Climbing back in the carriage for a short ride down the street and around the corner to and even more rundown building with a large sign out front marked UNDERTAKER.

I seriously don’t remember all of London looking so old and run down.

Existing the carriage once more Sebastian hold the door open for both you and Ciel to enter the rickety crack shack this place seemed to be. A small set of bells jiggled on the door to alert when someone has entered the shop. Immediately upon entering you noticed a certain air about the place not just the putridee smell of fermedihyde but the power radiating off one of the coffins and the uneasy it brought about. Your stomach churned in a way unfamiliar to you in ages. A sort of fear, surely Sebastian felt it to yet he remained unfazed.

Ciel called out “Undertaker are about?” A chuckle came from one of the coffins before the lid slide open to reveale what one might assume was an older gentleman although his suspiciously unwrinkled skin and long hair told you otherwise

“I thought I might be due for a visit with you my lord”

“Enough games do you have any useful informations regarding the two bodies of the young women murdered this past week”

Straight to the point I see

The undertaker chuckled once more “Surely you know the price of such precious information my lord.” with every word he spoke your stomach jumped

There is seriously something wrong with this dude

Ciel rolled his eyes “two women are dead and you still insist on seeking form of payment in cheep laughs, Sebastian?”

“My lord I implore you and miss (y/n) to step outside for a moment” Ciel turned to leave but not before the undertaker stepped fully out of the coffin and spoke once more

“No I want one from her” his long black fingernails pointed at you. He was practically frothing at the mouth with anticipation.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself.

“Yes you deary surely you know a good laugh.” Sebastian stepped in between you to before he could make anymore advances.

“I apolgize but she simply isn’t the comical type” in attempt to stay “proper” while out and about in public with the earl you had reframed from swearing to offensively but throwing caution to the wind with this one you respond.

“The fuck Im not” In an instant your outburst had the undertaker giggling like a school girl. “Correct me if Im wrong but you’re the one who’s had a stick up your tight ass since I got here plus let’s be honest Sebastian you��ve never really been the stand up type. I don’t even thing you could squeeze a laugh out of that tight ass cunt of yours if you tried. I happen to thing im the funniest mother fucker in this whole damn city” With every word the Undertakers laughed grew and grew to the point you thought you might go deaf. Sending Sebastian a wink at the end of your little rant resulted in nothing but death glares from him and a mortified stare from Ciel. After nearly keeling over in cardiac arrest the undertakers laughed died down and he seemed ready to talk.

“You’ve got yourself quite the comedian there Sebastian, be sure not lose her.” The undertakers deemner seemed to change from one of foolishness to that of stone cold seriousness. “So you wanna know about the girls eh? They both came to me in quite rough shape but I stitched them up real good” before Ciel could speak up you stepped in

“Was the slices in their throats clean”

“Oh yes quite if I do say so myself. Any deeper and their heads would have come right off.” He made a gesture to his neck as he did so.

“Did you happen to look at the contents of their stomach during the autopsy’s?”

“You seem to know your stuff deary, You lookin for something in particular”

“Yes, did you happen to notice any half digested plant based matueral like a flower of some sorts”

“I did notice an odd white flower in both of their stomachs” his answer was short as he thought about it more and more.

“Can you resonably asume a cause of death”

“If it were me id say it was the big slathes in their throats,hehehehe” the smile crept back onto his face.

There is no way this freak was human

You turn to Ciel to see if he had any other questions for the mad man but he simply thanked him and we were on our way. The carriage ride back to the manor was near dead silent Sebastian had taken off to interview the shops and hopefully find a description of our suspect.

Ciel spoke breaking the nauseating awkward silence.

“Do you truly believe that the one sacrificing these girls is doing it to gain your attention.” He sounded skeptical.

“I’d like to say no, but the answer unfortunately was yes.”

“And what exactly lead you to this conclusion.”

“Back in the day when “witches” were more or less hunted for sport in America I became some what of a legend. I would make deals with certain people I’d give them power in exchange for something. I assume that’s what this ding bat is trying to do but clearly they just can’t get it right.”

“So she is going about killing innocent girls for nothing”

“Basically, never once has a spell designed to summon me ever required a human sacrifice I mean that’s like down right barbaric.”

He ignored you sentiment.

“What exactly did you take on exachage for power.”

“I wanted access to their minds. Yah know poke around see what happening in there.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah usually I loved seeing what made people tick.”

“Surely you did more than poke around in there.”

“Oh I mean I definitely took more but to quite honest that’s not your concern”

“I beg to differ you did poke around in my head, without my permission I might add.” Irritation crept into his voice.

“That’s how the game works, it’s not my fault you don’t know the rules.”

“How was I supposed to know the rules.”

“Honey listen I’m literally a being that is designed to create chaos across the universe why would I tell you the rules for a game you didn’t know you were playing. If anything Sebastian should have warned you.”

He muttered under his breath something about curse that blasted demon. Yet he gave no response.

“It’s sad yah know, what happened to you.”

“I do not need pity from a bloody demon of all things.”

“Ouch and I just can’t help but think how you may have turned out if you got me instead of him.” You through a finger behind you to gesture losing to the direction you left Sebastian.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” He was seething.

“We’ll first things first I wouldn’t have taken your soul I have no interest in dealing souls, and honestly I wouldn’t have even charged you for my services I can’t stand those who take advantage of other especially children.”

“Good to know, I’ll have to remember that for next time.” His sarcastic response hurt but you understood where he was coming from.

“He cares yah know, about you”

“Demons don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

“And who told you that?”

“Sebastian.”

“They’re complex creatures it’s not as simple as caring and not caring. Think of them as apex carnivore if you will. They fill the simple nich of population control but they still care about the ones close to them.”

His eyes drift from the window to you lazily. “Do you honestly believe that.”

“Do you honestly believe that you deserved what happened to you simply because you’re born of nobility” the question hit him like a dagger through the heart. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his chest. He looked down at the ground before speaking once more.

“I believe I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive, The Queen’s Guard Dog my purpose is to follow her orders and nothing more.”

“Ciel do you seriously have your head so far up your ass that heel to a monarch that cares nothing for you. A monarch that stands for centuries of corruption, salvery, colonialism. A monarch that sees you as just another one of her pawns in big imperialistic society. Don’t let her turn you into some noble pig.”

He was silent still looking out the window mulling over your words.

“It’s just a thought but you can be your own person.”

Choosing to bypass your slander towards the British government he moved on.

“You’re living in your parents shadow. You don’t have to be what your father was. You don’t have to….” You trailed off debating if starting this argument was even worth it but your conscience got the better of you.

Sebastian gonna kill me for this one.

“I don’t have to what?” His words were pointed like he was ready to hit you over the head with that cane no matter your answer.

“You don’t have to avenge them. Sometimes the dead are better off dead and more blood shed is never the answer.”

Your eyes met and you saw a fire a fire you’d only ever saw in Sebastian when he is really really mad at you.

“It is my duty to avenge them my responsibility and I will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. Do you understand witch” his words stuck deep in your gut. Your eyes changed in an instant and the carriage lurched forward to a stop. You threw the door open and before anything rash could happen you saw Sebastian waiting exspectantly by the front door.

“Get your fucking kid under control.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You turn to Ciel “tell him what you just called me.” Ciel was silent his blue eyes shown with pride. “A witch” you reeled your hand back to teach the kid a lesson but Sebastian grabbed your arm before you could do so.

“Im gonna burn you at the stake and see how you feel about it 3 centuries later.” You yanked your arm from Sebastian’s grasp before taking off down the rode you just came from.

“And where exactly are you going?” Sebastian called.

“Out I’m going out!” Pulling the vape from you bra you pulled a big hit and blew it in their direction and ended that sign off with two middle fingers held high.

So here you found yourself in a filthy pub drinking beer that’s somehow weak but also shitty.

“What’s a lady like you doing in a place like this.” You look up to be met with a head full of fire engine red hair that practically touched the floor and sharp green eyes slightly hidden behind square cut glasses.

“What’s it to you”

“Well women to women it’s not often you find pretty faces in such a dingy establishment.”

“Okay we’ll then women to women what exactly are you doing in this fine establishment.”

“Oh yah know this and that. To be completely frank dear I’m here on overtime.”

“Overtime you say and what is it exactly that you do.”

“Knows where’s the fun if I just tell you.” Her voice was full of curiosity like crow presented with a new puzzle. She formally introduced her self as Grell Stucliff and right off the bat you knew what she was that didn’t stop you from conversing from her though.

“So tell me Grell if you’re supposed to be out their collecting souls what are you doing in here.”

“Well they’re a tiny detail I’ve neglected to mention.” She fiddled with hands refusing eye contact.

“And what’s that sugar.” She was different than most you’ve met in a while. Not afraid of exspressing herself. She didn’t hid behind stock exspressions or social norms as many did of this time.

“I was sort of sent here looking for you.”

“Me?” You said and you crossed your legs and leaned forward to look her in the eyes.

“Yes well the administration had informed me of a demon who seamed to be messing with the timeline.”

“The timeline? Did little ol me cause y’all some trouble” although your voice seemed ingenue you knew messing with timelines was a big no no so big in fact you could be exacuted over it. She seemed to snap out of her nervous behavior to something more relaxed.

“I’m sure it’s not that big a deal anyways. They’re always fussing over this and that these days. Tell me you’re a demon right.”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

“You would happen to know another demon names Sebastian would you.”

Desciding to play a game you tapped your chin and pretending to think

“Hmmm? Sebastian you said?”

“Oh yes Bassy has the most beautiful amber eyes, and gorgeous raven hair OH and theirs that little brat that always follows him around.”

“OH that Sebastian, yeah I know him.”

“Does he ever talk about me.” She brought ther thumb to her lips in a coy manor.

“Hmm I don’t think he’s ever mentioned a lovely lady like you. But then again who actually listens to what he has to say.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall realizing the time. Although you couldn’t hear it with all the noise in the room you felt Sebastian pull the door open to the pub and make a b-line towards where you and grell had situated in the back booth.

He came to stand right in front of your table wordlessly observing the two of you. Grell had yet to take notice of him to imfuated with the story she was telling you. You sat cross legged one arm over the back of the booth practically around grell she took no mind though. She followed your gaze to the demon infront of you.

“Oh bassy fancy seeing you in place like this.”

“I’ve come to collect (y/n).”

Grell leaned back in her seat and into your side where your hand went to wrap around her shoulder she was slouched slightly since she was quite a bit taller than you.

“No I think I’m good right here.”

“Do not be a fool we are leaving.” Sebastian seemed mad, Ciel must have told him what you said in the carriage that or suddenly he can read minds.

“You heard what the lady said she’s not leaving” Grells voice filled the crowded space. On a normal day she might have been needlessly flirting with Sebastian. However today the girl code called for her to not leave her new friends side.

“I do not believe I was addressing you Mr.Sutcliff.” You turned you head to look at Grell she had a sort of sadness in her eyes when Sebastian addressed her as Mr. In the few short hours you spent here talking with her you learned a thing or two. Firstly her favorite color was red, she was the only lady grim reaper and lastly, she 100% identified as a women. Even though you were at least attempting to repair your relationship with him you to have always been hot and cold rather than one or the other so you chose to fight.

“I’m not going ANYWHERE until you apologize to her.”

Sebastian face contorted into one of disgust and confusion.

“I’m sorry whatever do you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“On the contrary I do not.”

“Ms.Sutcliff, not Mr.Stucliff” if you hadn’t been glaring daggers into Sebastian you may just have missed the stars in Grells eyes.

Sebastian sighed before pinching the bridge if his nose and speaking “I don’t apologize Ms.Sutcliff”

“See was that so hard.”

Pulling your arm out from behind Grell you turned to her as you stand.

“We’ll see yah around sugar let me know if you need a partner in crime. You know where I’m staying.” And with a wink you and Sebastian were off. Grell sat there stunned before a certain two toned hair reaper entered the pub looking for her.

………………

Back at the manor Sebastian lead you into Ciels study.

“I see you’re back from galvanting about, while you were off pouting we have compromised a short list of suspects and we were wondering if you could identify any of these names.” You snatched the paper out of his hand and took a look. Only a short list of 5 names was there and none stood out except for one.

How is that possible?

Your eyes widened in realization.

“Sterling Pines”

“Does that name ring a bell” ciel asked

“Yeah sorta but only the last name. I think I honestly know her descendants and that would mean that family has a long line of messing with things that shouldn’t be messed with.”

Ciel reached down and pulled out a file from the stack on the desk.

“Sterling Pines seems to have immigrated here from America of all places. She is 29 years old has a husband and son she left behind in America.” Ciel looked at you excpetantly.

“Knowing her descendants and let’s just say they have a history of messing with dream demons, she definitely not an actual witch.”

“So just a human prentending they are something they are not.”

“Yeah seems like there are a lot of those around here.” Sebastian hand fell on your shoulder squeezing to say watch it.

“So how exactly do you know her descendants?” He questioned leaning forward in his desk chair to rest his embows on the desk.

“That’s doesn’t matter what matters is we have her name so that means we can find her.”

“And how exactly do you propose we do that? It’s not like I can send Sebastian out to search the entire city” you smile turning to Sebastian with a glint of mischief in your eye.

“I think I know someone. You don’t happen to have one of those ancient telephones do you. I happen to have her number.” Grell had given you her number at the bar partly in hopes of seeing Sebastian again and also just because she’s taken a liking to you. Sebastian lead you out the office to the phone.

“I do hope you don’t plan to call that reaper he can be quite a nuisance.”

“I happen to think SHE is wonderful.”

Rubbing your first finger and thumb together you produced a spark and touched the telephone wire. Come on did you really think a regular old telephone could reach a reaper. The phone rang twice before

“Hello” was heard.

“Grell? Hey sugar it’s me I was just wondering if you could do me a little favor.” Your eyes meet Sebastian’s his was clearly annoyed by the thought of even consulting a reaper.

“Well I suppose that depends on what that favor is.”

“I just need help finding someone and you reapers are quite good at that aren’t you?”

“Well of course we’re deadly efficient” you could practically hear her posing over the phone. “Who might you be looking for exactly?”

“Oh just some wanna be named Sterling Pines. Does the name ring a bell?”

“It does I believe I collected her last victim just the other night, oh that girl was such a pretty young thing even more beautiful painted in all that red.”

“Oh really would you be able to tell us where Sterling is hauled up right now.”

You could hear papers rustling over the phone as feel searched for the info.

“Unfortunately not dear, it seems she somehow able to avoid even us. It seems we don’t even have record of her here.”

“Damn well thanks for the help”

Sebastian’s eye twitched as rather than hang up the phone you stood against the wall and started to gab on and on with Grell about this and that. It only went on for so long before he reached up and held down the button on the reserver severing the connection.

“Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation yah know!”

He smiled “and now it over.”

“When you took that kid on as your latest passion project did he also provide the stick up your ass every morning or did you take that upon yourself.”

His smile faultered and his eyes became slits.

“You have quite the mouth on you these days”

“”You have quite the mouth on you these days” you mocked “and just when I thought we’re bonding your a tight ass and I HAVE a tight ass”

“You are going to have to have some serious retraining if you continue to act in such a manor”

“Retraining what are you gonna do spank me? Your so full of it and just when I thought you cared”

“I suppose if that’s what’s required”

“Good god you are SO full of it”

“God is not here my dear”

“Yeah yeah whatever. I guess we’re gonna have to find this witchy bitch the good old fashioned way.”

“And what do you suppose that is”

“magic”

#black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #ciel phantomhive #fanfic #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian x y/n #witchcraft #dream demon

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Love your love for Tracy's clothes and style. She has such a great approach to fashion and her wardrobe. Would you be able to share the items you've purchased of hers and which ones you love most? Thanks hope you're doing great!!

Oh, this is so fun! I have a lot of her clothes...so I'm gonna put this all below the cut so no one else has to look at the amount of money I've actually spent on clothes...

Madewell High Rise Patch Pocket Denim Shorts I love these, they fit me super well & I can pair them with about any shirt I want to. Tee, tank, cropped, sweatshirt. It all works. Definitely a regular item in my wardrobe in the summer.

Free People Lexden Black Denim Overalls I don't wear these as often, maybe because I'm a homebody who doesn't go out much, but I do love them. They're a super cute look, they're just not in my rotation much. I'm glad I have it as a staple piece in my closet though.

Vurori Performance Joggers (I'm not sure if Tracy was wearing Black Heather or just Black, I bought Black Heather) Never have I ever spent so much on a pair of sweatpants, but my god, they're the most comfortable thing in the world and I constantly am wearing them around my house. 10/10 recommend these, even though the price is a bit steep!

Urban Outfitters BDG Ryder Boyfriend Overall in Vintage Slash I love these overalls! I didn't know how I'd feel about sporting overalls again since the 90s, but I love the ripped look. Not something I get to wear often because I live in New England and it's cold so often, but I do bring them out when it's warm enough!

Lululemon Halfzip Scuba I hardcore mocked this pattern when I first saw Tracy in it, but then I saw it in a Lululemon, and I actually loved the pattern. It's one of the most warmest, and most comfortable things I've ever purchased. I have this on frequently, and even use it as my "coat" sometimes when bracing the cold.

Vuori The Rise The Shine Dad Hat Love a good hat, I am always throwing this on when I'm running errands!

Veja V-10 Lace Up Sneakers Not a huge sneaker person.....until I bought these. They're fashionable but comfortable. Love to just wear them out with a pair of jeans.

Wilfred by Aritzia The Ganna Shirt Jacket in Dry Basil My first "I can't believe I just spent that on an item of clothing," piece. I love this coat. It's so soft. It fits me really nice, cause I'm super small, but this isn't too long in the arms like most things are! I wear this as my coat a lot when it's not super cold. Or just with some jeans as a full outfit. Either works.

Aviator Nation Ninja Pullover in Vintage White Another, "Did I really just spend that much on a sweatshirt?" piece. I just got this last week, so I haven't worn it out into the wild yet, but it's super soft!

Okay, I think that is it for Tracy clothes? I might be missing some, but I can't remember anything else right now. I have a handful of Hailey clothes, but I thought I'd just stick to Tracy here. I love how clean and simple her wardrobe seems to be and how I can adapt it into my own style as well.

My favorite pieces I've bought if I had to narrow it down to three: 1. Vuori performance joggers 2. Lulu Scuba 3. Madewell denim shorts

What a fun question, thank you, anon!

#messages #anonymous

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Growing into the Job, Post 285: A Date at the Movies, p1

“This way, theater eight,” Josie urged, a hand on my left shoulder, pushing me towards the right. Though early on a Saturday evening, the lobby to the local cinema was pretty busy. It was nice to be out, but crowds kind of made me anxious these days. Maybe it was the - eight? ten? - inches I’d lost, that I felt smaller than everyone, or maybe it was something else. Whatever; I was suddenly just feeling strangely glad the two girls were with me.

“We don’t want to miss the previews,” Lakshmi giggled, both her arms encircling my right one, “I love the previews.”

“And Missy is so excited to see you…” Josie added, “like, really excited.”

That made my blood tingle. “Are we going to get some snacks?” I offered, “My treat?” As weird as this was - me, a forty-something year-old physician, flanked by two young beauties and being drawn towards his date with possibly the most luscious woman on earth amongst a bevy of them, all of whom were my employees - I was once again trying to keep a stolid, intrepid face. Stay relaxed, tonight, man, I’d been telling myself all day, have some fun.

“Aww that’s sweet,” Josie replied to my offer, “But the other girls said they bought snacks.

Uncomfortable, I had felt like I was tagging along, kind of intruding on girls’ night. They all insisted that wasn’t the case, seemingly excited I was joining them for a movie, but still I felt out of place. The promise, though, of being with Melissa - even if we were surrounded by her gaggle of girlfriends - was just too great. I felt awkward, yes, but my heart was racing just picturing what Melissa might be wearing, or recalling the scent of her perfume.

I shivered. The AC must be on really high, I figured, it’s pretty chilly in here. The news had said it was 65 degrees, a warm night for early-November, for sure, but I was kicking myself for not wearing a jacket. I’d been cool on the car ride over, Josie and Lakshmi having picked me up, but it was even chillier here in the theater. The girls had also bought my ticket for me online after they heard I’d be coming along. I haha didn’t even know what movie we’d be seeing, and the girls were doing their best to keep it a surprise. They covered my eyes at opportune moments as we made our way through the lobby to our theater, my ears at others. They wanted to make sure I didn’t get clued-in by the marquees or an errant ticket-clicker. They giggled, obviously excited, and I tried to ignore the feeling that most everyone in the crowds was taller than me.

They led me into the semi-dark theater, hushed as these places are while they’re still playing ads and whatnot, and immediately we looked for our seats (8F, 8G and 20C - the nice big cushy, reclinable type) and where the rest of our group would be. My seat, I guessed, was the one way in back. But, I was informed in half-whisper by Josie - “you’re not sitting there.”

“Yeah come with us-“ said Lakshmi. She looked really pretty tonight, in a simple tee and black leggings that hugged her ample lower curves. She had a white sweatshirt around her hips.

“B-but..?” I was confused. Where would I sit? The movie was pretty packed; I’d be sure to be taking someone else’s seat. Indeed when we found our crowd - there must have been nine of them, girls from the office, Katie and Shanette and a host of others seated in a big group, all now looking over to me and cooing their greetings - I was told of the situation. “That’s Melissa’s spot,” the platinum blonde Amelia told me, “just sit there. She’ll be back soon, just getting more popcorn.”

“But then where will she sit?” I asked, obtusely.

“Men are so cute when they’re out of their depth, aren’t they?” asked the red-headed Julia, tossing a junior mint a couple feet through the air into Randi’s weirdly wide mouth, in the seat in front of her. The pack of us were seated in three rows and now that Josie and Lakshmi had sat, dead in the middle lay one sole, empty spot.

I was starting to get the picture.

I stepped into the row, passing Shanette, and sat to wait for my date. Lakshmi was on my left, and she offered me some peanut M&M’s from a box that was being passed around. I declined, and shivered anew. “Awww are you cold?” she asked me, with honest tenderness in her voice and already unwrapping the sweatshirt she had tied around her waist, “Here take my hoodie…”

“Thank you,” I replied, just as the house lights went down. I pulled the thick, white, oversized sweatshirt up over my torso, like a blanket. It smelled nice. I was just again starting to wonder about Melissa’s whereabouts when-

“I’m back..!” I heard, looking up to my right and seeing- whoah…

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Thanks to Migsanch for the original torso morph in the first image, and J2 for that in the last one

#growing into the job

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wh0re4gambit · 2 years

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🂡 ʀᴇᴍʏ ʟᴇʙᴇᴀᴜ 🂡 ᴰᵒ ᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʷᵃʳˢ?

ʀᴇᴍʏ ʟᴇʙᴇᴀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

x-ᴍᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

²:³⁴ ᵃ.ᵐ

»All X-Men to the War-Room. Immediately.«

The not so unfamiliar sound of an alarm echoed through the school in the middle of the night to wake up the X-Men.

Y/N lifted her head up after the alarm repeated itself and stood up with a grown. As much as she would love to stay in bed and keep sleeping, she had job to do now.

Or more like probably, because sometimes the professor wakes the whole team up just to see how fast they'd react.

She put on the nearest leggings, which were just some simple black ones, figured out how to put on her bra with still a t-shirt on and grabbed her grey sweatshirt-jacket, because it can be cold sometimes down there.

On her way to the War-Room, she came across a certain thief she had lied her eyes upon some time ago. But what she didn't know was that the feeling was mutual.

The Cajun and her met each other before they became X-Men, due them both being exceptional thieves and having the same targets. They eventually teamed up, one being able to blow things up with a single touch and the other one being able to turn stuff into dust, as well just with a single touch.

Most of the X-Men gathered in the War-Room all with look on their face like they could still remember their dreams.

The last one to arrive was the man himself who started the alarm; professor Charles Xavier, leader of the X-Men.

»I am truly sorry for interrupting your need and well deserved sleep for just a training.«

You could hear The Wolverine growl.

»You can go back to sleep now, all of you arrived just in time.« And then he went out of the War-Room like he didn't just wake us up after a long exhausting day.

»Going back to sleep, my ass« Y/N muttered under her breath and went to the kitchen to grab an energy.

Because something not many know is, the moment you hear the sound of these serenes, all kinds of scenarios go through your head. Whether its the school being on fire for the 79210 time or another crazy villain on their way to kill humanity or whatever. Just simply going back to bed after this rush of adrenaline is nearly impossible.

»Why didn't ya' go back ta' bed, chere? I'm sure you could need some sleep.« Gambit asked while stepping into the kitchen.

»Still asking questions you already know the answers to?« Y/N asked with a bit of sarcasm and turned her head into his direction and saw how he grabbed a bottle of water.

»Actually...« he started to say while sitting down in front of her »... der' is one question ah' have no answer for.«

»And that would be?« She asked curiously.

»Promise nothings' gonna' be weird after that.«

Y/N just nodded which was enough of a response for Remy.

»I've been thinking-« he started but stopped when he saw how Y/N started to raise a brow »ah' didn't even start.«

»Yeah didn't like the part of you thinking, but go on.« She told him sarcastically with grin on her face which made him smile.

»I've been thinkin' we know each other for a long time now and ah' was wondering if, this gon' sound stupid but its still important, do ya' like Star Wars?«

'He's kidding, right' Y/N thought.

»Yeah, of course. Who doesn't?« She overplayed her disappointment.

» Ah great, so ya' wanna watch a movie before da' rest of da' school wakes up?«

»Yesssss«

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After ten minutes of discussing wether they should watch a prequel or original movie they finally agreed on prequel.

The not really sneaky, but still sneaky person gambit is, he only took one blanket, because he had a plan B which has to work, because he already messed up plan A. He was about to tell Y/N that he has strong feelings for her, but instead he decided to ask a stupid question.

In just the first 30 minutes in, they already started to become closer, until the Cajun man felt the weight of Y/N head laying on his chest.

He looked down to see a peaceful sleeping

Y/N. He tried to enjoy the moment, but got interrupted by him falling asleep as well.

Moments later the youngest of the group, Jubilee, happened to catch this moment and didn't hesitate to take a picture.

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ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛɪQᴜᴇ

ᴶᵘᵇⁱˡᵉᵉ:

You owe me 10$

*picture*

ᴹᵒʳᵖʰ:

😑

#remy lebeau #gambit #xmen #x men comics #comics #marvel #remy lebeau x reader #remylebeau xmen #xmentheanimatedseries #remylebeauoneshot

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random-chaotic-bitch · 6 months

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Siren's Song - Chapter 4

Three months of peace had passed since the team had recovered the Golden Weapons. Alisha could be found training in the courtyard, running the training course as quickly as possible. Nya kept time, watching the siren gracefully slide through the course. Wu stepped outside, looking for the ninjas. Alisha took no notice, but Nya shook her head, pointing to another room inside the monastery. Wu shook his head in disappointment, closing the door as he left to chew out the ninja.

Nya turned her attention back to Alisha, who was wrapping up the course. "Whew! What's my time?"

The dark-haired girl grinned, checking the stopwatch. "Uh, forty-five seconds! Maintaining the same average as the last few rounds. Stamina seems to be holding out, and you've barely broken a sweat."

Alisha smirked. "Sounds great. I'm gonna go clean up, 'cause I was thinking about running into town and rescuing the rest of my stuff from my apartment. Need anything?"

Nya nodded. "Actually, yeah. I think we need to get more laundry supplies, and I have some stuff to get for myself as well."

The girls made their way inside. Alisha quickly changed from her blue sports jacket and matching leggings to a pair of ripped black jeans and a coral zip-up sweatshirt with a loose tie-dyed tank top underneath. The tank top read "This never happened" in black letters, a contrast to the blue-green dye job over the white fabric. She pulled her hair from its braid, keeping it in a simple loose ponytail. The siren grabbed a pair of soft-soled white sneakers, doing an awkward hop-walk as she pulled them on her feet. She made her way to the game room, where the boys sat playing video games. She made it in time to hear Cole say, "Well, I was gonna eat this pizza tomorrow, so if that's the case..."

Wu swiftly kicked the pizza slice out of Cole's hand. "Ow!"

The older man quickly snapped at the ninja. "No pizza for you! In order to reach your full potential, you must train."

Kai leaned back on his forearms, video game console on his lap. "Uh, remember when we did a little thing called the Tornado of Creation? I thought that was pretty insane."

Alisha stifled a giggle, continuing to sneak up behind the ninjas. Wu sighed. "Oh. You four have merely scratched the surface of your full potential. There are still so many secrets you have yet to unlock. You haven't even begun to tap into what powers your golden weapons hold."

Cole laughed. "You wanna talk secret powers? Check this out," he replied, using the Scythe of Quakes to plug in the TV, starting up the video game. Alisha readied herself to jump at them as Zane tried to comfort Wu. "Don't worry, Master. We will be ready when Lord Garmadon returns."

The siren crept up behind the boys, yelling, "BLEAH!"

The reactions of the ninjas made Alisha break down in giggles. Cole jumped, Kai shrieked, Jay fell over, and Zane yelled. Wu, upon seeing the chaos, had to stifle a laugh despite knowing the disappointing state the team was in.

The boys turned around to see Alisha sitting on the floor in a fit of giggles. "You- your faces," she managed to gasp out. "You look- ridiculous!"

Nya burst in, out of breath. "Guys, Lord Garmadon, he's returned! He was spotted approaching Jamanakai Village!"

Alisha leaped to her feet, laughter being replaced with shock. "Shit! Come on, let's go!"

She sprinted outside, opting to jump up and over the wall of the courtyard rather than go through the gates. As she free-fell down to the dragon stables, she used her Siren abilities to make her clothes shift from normal to her combat suit. Landing lightly on her toes she rose to her feet between doors to the separate stable stalls. As the doors opened, Alisha climbed onto Shard's back with ease and grace, compared to Zane, who struggled. She settled behind Zane's seat, laughing as they finally leaped into flight.

Alisha watched the conversation between the ninjas with a small smile. Her eyes widened when Jay asked, "Race you there?"

The rest of the team spurred their dragons faster. Alisha yelped at the change in pace but after a moment, recovered and whooped as Zane prompted Shard to move faster. "Come on, Zane! We'll beat them there!"

As they landed, Alisha hopped off first with a laugh, watching the others bicker over who arrived first. "Ladies, ladies, you're all equally pretty. Mission now, bickering later," she reminded them, grinning beneath her mask. Kai turned towards where the shadow of their enemy reflected off a wall. Evil laughter echoed around them. "Stay sharp, team. Whatever happens, never let your guard down."

The laughing shadow rounded the wall to reveal... a little kid in a black hoodie. Alisha rolled her eyes. "Oh, great," she commented. The kid laughed. "It is I, Lloyd Garmadon! I demand all the candy in town, or else!"

Jay's defensive position went slack as he stood normally. "Lloyd Garmadon? I thought we were gonna face Lord Garmadon."

Cole groaned, turning to Kai to explain. "It's his son."

Jay groaned. "Ugh."

Cole continued, addressing everyone. "Looks like he escaped his boarding school for bad boys again. And to think we could've been doing Spinjitzu already."

Alisha groaned. "Again? The last time was bad enough, with that two-week-long mission-turned-manhunt. This kid is gonna be the death of me."

Lloyd, getting no response, tried to make more threats. "Uh... gimmie your candy, or I'll release the Serpentine on you!"

The villagers of Jamanakai Village started booing. Lloyd pulled out a prank can of rubber snakes, unleashing them into the crowd. Alisha snickered as the villagers started throwing vegetables at the child. "No way! I asked for candy, not vegetables! I hate vegetables!"

Kai picked up one of the rubber snakes, slingshotting it out of the way as he spoke. "He's gonna have to do a lot better than use an old bedtime story to scare people."

Zane shook his head. "The Serpentine are real, Kai. They're not something to joke about."

Kai scoffed. "Serpentine? Real? We're talking about the ancient race of snake people who once ruled Ninjago and were supposedly locked underground."

Jay chuckled nervously. "Sealed in five different tombs to separate the warring tribes and ensure they don't unify to exact their revenge upon those who put them there."

Kai threw his hands in the air. "It was an old wive's tale to teach kids not to poke their noses where they don't belong. Don't you think it's a little suspicious no one's ever found one of their tombs?"

Cole sighed, approaching the kid standing on the fountain ledge. "Well, that's because you'd be a fool to look for one. If there was anything I hated more than dragons, it was snakes. Rubber or not."

The rest of the team joined Cole in getting the kid out of the main space. Jay got waffled in the head with the snake can, earning a stifled laugh from Alisha. "Eh, at least it isn't spider people. That would be bad," she commented. Cole waved off the people, saying, "Don't worry, folks. We'll take care of this. Nothing to see here."

The kid, fighting to get out of the team's grasp, started spewing nonsense. "Bow down to me or suffer my wrath! I'll give you to the count of three! One! Two!"

Kai butted in as they carried the gremlin child around the corner. "What are we supposed to do? Spank him?"

Alisha swatted his shoulder, scolding him. "Kai!"

The little kid got nervous. "Two and a half!"

A few minutes later, Lloyd was hanging off a sign by the back of his shirt, with food and mud all over him. Alisha snickered as the kid yelled, "You just made me your nemesis! Mark my words, you'll pay for this!"

Zane walked over to the candy stand nearby, purchasing candy for the rest of the team. The others each got some candy of their own from Zane, and Alisha ended up with a few lollipops. "Next time, try paying for your candy," Cole commented. Alisha shook her head with a grin, looking up at Lloyd. "Crime doesn't pay, niño. Trust me. It's not worth it."

Jay made a show of eating his cotton candy, taunting the ten-year-old. "Mmm... cotton candy."

The kid lost it at that, causing Kai to start laughing as the team walked away. As they walked back to the dragons, Cole wrapped an arm around Alisha's shoulders. "See? Nowhere near as bad as last time!"

The siren scoffed, face souring at the memory. "Yeah. Do you recall how we got that little gremlin to stop stealing our shit? Because I certainly do. Trust me, lullabies barely worked on that little demon child."

The team started to mount the dragons, Cole giving Alisha a boost onto Rocky. A scroll fell out of Kai's saddlebag. "Huh? I don't remember putting this here."

Zane examined the bag. "That Sensei's bag. You must've accidentally taken it in the rush."

Jay peeked over Kai's shoulder. "What is it?"

Kai turned to him in annoyance. "It's a scroll, windbag," he deadpanned. Alisha cracked a grin as Jay turned back with a matching look. "I know it's a scroll, but what does it say? It's written in chicken scratch."

Zane shook his head. "Not chicken scratch. The ancient language of our ancestors."

Alisha's eyes widened. Oh shit, she realized. Only Sensei's important and very secret scrolls are in the Old Tongue, like the-

"Uh, can you read it?" "Well, I can try. This symbol means 'prophecy'."

Ohhh no.

"Prophecy?" "It means it tells the future." "Of course. Ha-ha. I knew that."

Oh fuck no, I swear if this is what I think it is-

"'One ninja will rise above the others and become the Green Ninja, the ninja destined to defeat the Dark Lord,'."

Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit!

"Oh, look, a picture!" "Dark Lord? Hold on... you think they mean Lord Garmadon?"

Oh gods, please, no!

"Wait a minute! Is that us? Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?"

Shit! Oh, we're so screwed. Screwed.

The bickering of the others faded into the background as Alisha continued to panic. Oh gods, Sensei's plan is going to fall apart! The whole point of the team was that it wouldn't be any of them! I have to tell Sensei before the plan crumbles-

"Everyone, stop it! Remember why Sensei brought us together in the first place. We're a team. We weren't meant to see this, and probably for good reason. Come on, let's head back home. We have training to do," Cole's voice broke into the siren's thoughts, dispelling the panic. She registered a black blur in front of her. "Hey, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost," Cole commented, meeting Alisha's panic-stricken eyes. She let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, just got caught up in my head," she replied, readying herself for the ride home. "Don't fly rough this time, I don't want to get sick like I almost did the last time I rode with you."

Cole laughed in front of Alisha. "That was one time! You can't let that go?"

The blonde scoffed. "Never," she replied with a playful jab to Cole's side.

About minutes later, the team returned to the Monastery of Spinjitzu with lively chatter between the boys. Alisha flicked her wrists, alighting her hands with the purple-pink glow of her siren powers. She quickly crossed them over her front and dropped them quickly. As she did so, her combat suit shifted back to her regular clothes, relaxing in her more comfortable day clothes.

As the team entered the monastery's courtyard, Alisha noticed Nya running the training course. She noticed the team and lost focus, getting knocked off of the course. Jay went and shyly offered her a hand. "Hey, Nya. Closer to beating your brother's speed record?"

The black-haired girl nodded with a grin, running a hand through her bangs and de-sticking them from her forehead. "I'm getting there. Heard what happened in town. Just a false alarm?"

Kai nodded. "Yeah. Uh, but we're gonna need the space. Sorry, sis."

As the boys set up the space, Alisha rolled her eyes. "Men. Always thinking with their fists."

Cole started laying down some rules. "Two matches. Then the winners of each face off for the title. The armor is for our own protection. It's time to see what these babies can do."

Kai turned back to the girls. "Hey, Nya. Wanna stay and watch me mop the floor with them?"

Nya shook her head. "No, thanks. Alisha and I have to get some stuff from Jamanakai Village. Knock yourselves out."

The girls turned and left, walking down past the dragon stables to the hidden driveway. Alisha guided the younger girl to her motorbike, passing Nya a spare helmet. "You might have to adjust it a little, Cole was the last one to use it."

Nya laughed, clipping on the helmet. The two girls soon arrived at Jamanakai Village and split up to run their separate errands. "You pick up what you need, and I'll get the groceries we need."

About an hour later, the girls had what they came for. As they packed up Alisha's bike, villagers started screaming and running. Nya sighed. "What now?"

Alisha took a look, seeing Lloyd Garmadon with a cart of candy. "Ugh. Mini Garmadon. Again. I'll handle him, you finish loading up the bike."

The siren stepped out into the street just in time to see a horde of snake figures marching in formation behind the kid. She just as quickly darted back behind the building next to Nya. "I would like to retract my previous statement," she stated with wide eyes.

They stayed hidden in the alleyway, watching the Serpentine mind-control the innocent villagers. Eventually, the rest of the team showed up and attempted to deal with the wayward child. But, when they realized they were outnumbered, they turned and ran. Alisha caught them with the Force, pulling them back into the alley with herself and Nya. "Guys!"

Jay laughed. "Ha! You guys are okay!"

Nya sighed. "Barely. They've hypnotized everyone in town."

"Mind control? How is this possible?"

The black-haired girl held up a hand. "When you hear them rattle their tails, don't look them in the eyes. That's how they get you."

Jay groaned. "Well, what are we supposed to do? We can't use our weapons, and now we gotta fight with our eyes closed? Ha, perfect."

Alisha nudged Nya in the side, pointing to the only snake with a real tail. "The snake with the staff is the General. He's the one in charge. If we can get the staff from him, it holds the anti-venom. If we get that, we can save everyone," Nya explained. Kai butted in, pointing out, "Look, guys. Forget about the whole Green Ninja thing. Let's make Sensei proud. The four of us. We're a team."

Cole laughed. "Now you're talking!"

Jay turned to Nya. "Oh, and Nya, you can be our honorary member."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks," she commented sarcastically. Alisha knocked Jay in the back of the head as she strode past him. "Ow!"

The siren peeked out around the corner. "It's a good thing I don't have to ruin these clothes," she commented nonchalantly. "I like this outfit a lot."

She opened her mind to the Force, feeling the familiar hum of her siren powers. A purple-pink glow engulfed her, and when it faded, she was now wearing her combat suit, cape and all. Strapped to her back was her spear, tucked safely in a small slit along the cape seams. A familiar call came from the Force, a plea from an old weapon to be brought back once more. She frowned, tuning out the call.

Alisha grabbed her spear, spinning it in her hands for a moment. "Let's see how those snakes like a taste of their own medicine."

She stepped into the street, hitting her spear against the ground to catch the Serpentine's attention. "Hey, snakes!"

Her eyes widened as a bunch of snakes turned to attack her. "Please work," she muttered as she sheathed her spear. Crossing her wrists in front of her torso, she grinned as her hands lit aglow with purple-pink tendrils of siren magic.

The tendrils poured from her hands, eyes, and heart down into the streets, creeping along the ground until they caught the leg or tail of a Serpentine warrior. Once she had a sufficient catch, Alisha started softly singing a dark, simple melody.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree?

Where they strung up a man

They say who murdered three.

Strange things did happen here,

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the Hanging Tree

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree?

Where the dead man called out

For his love to flee

Strange things did happen here,

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In that Hanging Tree.

Alisha opened her eyes to see a crowd of Serpentine, eyes glowing the same purple-pink as her siren magic. They were under her control, completely unable to do anything other than what she willed them to. A dark smile crept across her face. "Sleep."

The Serpentine dropped to the ground unconscious, some snoring as they went down. Alisha released her hold on the snake beings before the whispers invaded her mind. She brought a hand to her head, holding back a gasp of pain from the sudden headache. "There's that karma," she groaned.

She noticed Zane confronting Lloyd. "Sensei was right. Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today. We should've dealt with you the first time around."

Lloyd shrieked. "Retreat!"

As the snakes turned to escape, Cole tackled the general, stealing his staff. But another snake tried to hypnotize him. Alisha tried to run to him but fell to her knees, still weakened from controlling so many beings at once. Nya saw everything and kicked the snake in the head. "Cole! You have the anti-venom!"

Cole shouted something back, but Alisha missed it when her ears started ringing. The siren's head drooped, forehead brushing against the ground. A red-clad figure entered her vision, but she couldn't tell if they were Kai or Nya. The figure picked her up, yelling something the siren couldn't quite understand. Through blurry vision, she saw the figure look her in the eyes. "Hang on, Alisha," they pleaded in a muffled voice. "Don't pass out."

Alisha started feeling lightheaded and floaty as her vision cut to black. The last thing she heard before passing out was her ringing ears.

#random chaotic bitch #ninjago #siren's song random chaotic bitch #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago star wars crossover #alisha kade #we're officially starting rise of the snakes!#i lowkey feel bad for all the times I've gotten alisha hurt #it only gets worse from here lmao #as always feel free to ask anything in my inbox!#yes the idea for alisha's non-battle outfit may have been inspired by that fit check picture from the other day #if yall don't know what i'm talking about go back and find that picture #its somewhere on my profile lmao

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secretartquotes · 2 years

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My Favourite Torchwood Outfits

Part 2 ( here's part 1 )

We kick off part 2 with three gorgeous outfits. Diane once again rocks a dope leather jacket. Emma has a wonderful outfit. The soft pink coat with the purple blouse and deep pink gloves makes her look really youthful. It has the added benefit of making her stand out, even more than Diane and Ianto. Speaking of Ianto , his suit is one of my favourites this season. It's a fairly simple look but it makes him appear elegant.The bright red tie against the pale blue shirt and black suit make Ianto very beautiful. It's also very soft and I don't know why.

Miracle day gets a lot of things wrong but Gwen Cooper is not one of them. From all of Gwen's leather jackets this is my favourite, because it looks like the love child of her s3 jacket and KKBB brown leather coat & I have a similar jacket but black.The dark brown and grey look great against eachother which is a first. The greatness of this unexpected look is added to deserved violence and anger from Gwen .

Another three great looks. Jack is wearing his regular blue shirt ww2 style but he's got the airplane cufflinks and no braces on so that makes it special.I love Gwen's ansamble, especially the red shirt , the makeup is wack thought. I want Owen's outfit. The jeans are fairly generic but the purple shirt and brown sweatshirt ( I think it's called that , there is a very specific word in my native language but English lumps them a lot so no idea. You have no idea how hard it is to me to talk about modern clothes in English) elevate them to the next level.

Gwen and Rhys ' s wedding outfits are awesome. Not only do they rock them , even with alien slime on them , but they have a an autumn team going on. It's more obvious with Rhys's but Gwen's go it too. The colours of Rhys's suit are unexpected but he looks amazing so good for him.

My second favourite Jack look. Unlike the green shirt, we see this look multiple times during s2. The waistcoat is very nice and spices up Jack's normal look . I really love this outfit. Bonus Ianto at the back in his blue suit .

The picture is awful but I couldn't find a better one so bear with me. Gwen's bring green shirt is only seen during A Day in the Death which makes me very sad.I love this shirt . It's one of the few bright clothes Gwen wears after s1. You actually see her leaving bright colours behind for more practical ones.

Toshiko's outfit in Sleeper is simply iconic. From the leather coat from the beginning , to the pale pink shirt and black skirt. Iconic outfit for an icon.

Gwen's second iconic black dress. Gwen looks amazing and she's right about high heals. Bonus Jack looks hot in that jumpsuit. It's tragedy that Ianto died before he saw him in that outfit.

Here's one group one. They all look awesome, the only awesome thing about this situation. Tosh has a purple shirt with a black leather jacket. Gwen's ansamble is great ( to be continued) . Owen and Ianto are being their regular beautiful self's and Jack is there.

#torchwood #gwen cooper #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #ianto jones #toshiko sato #owen harper #diane holmes #emma louise cowell #rhys williams #favourite torchwood outfits

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dogydayz · 1 year

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A small...Sorta fanfic? Based on some of the Twitter Takeover answers from Shadow that really stuck out to me, so I decided to make ANOTHER AU for the Paradox AU PrismSpaces (the Paradox AU is just my excuse to make many Sonic AUs and somehow connect them via the Paradox Prism headcanon of mine lmao) No real angst, no shipping, just mostly written ambiance and practicing writing Shadow on his own! . . . . .

-The Thrift Shop- . . . . .

It was located in one of the downtown outskirts of Station Square, a small thrift store whose doors almost never seem to open, and the many knick-knacks inside never seem to be touched. Atop the front of the homely shop was a sign with old lettering that read "Marianna's Thrift Store", with small decorations scattered about the sides and on some of the windows. The last two "n"s and "a" were all painted over with black paint, making the leftover name "Maria" now have a large, splotchy black space between it and the "'s". The owner had wanted to cover up that last bit, hoping that the smaller amount of syllables would maybe make the name catch more attention... However, it's a tad bit hard for that to work with a messy dark blotch on the sign now.

Yet... Somehow... That simple change DID matter, to one individual at least...

The owner sat in her chair at the cash register, scrolling through videos on her phone with one hand while she pet the soft, pale fur of her beloved kitty, Mello. His fur was both orange and white, with tabby stripes on the orange parts, and his bright yellow eyes, what got him his name, peered around the shop at seemingly nothing. As cats tend to do.

She was wearing an old band tee under a jean jacket, a bunch of pins clipped onto the front of it with some random paint splatters on it here and there from years in high school art class, now way in the past, and yet the jacket still somehow fit her. She brushed her light brown hair from her face every now and then, and Mello batted at one of her pale blonde highlights as if it were a string, which caused the woman to laugh and playfully swat back at him.

She'd been struggling a bit, the past few days, as no one had stopped by recently and she was starting to run low on money to pay for the building's rent. She sighed as Mello laid back down on the desk, and she began to grumble a bit, wondering if she should perhaps advertise online a bit more... And just then, the front doors opened up, and Mello hopped up from where he'd been laying to race over to the one who stepped through the door. With a bright meow, he pressed his body against the familiar figure's big shoes and lower legs, purring with joy to see the regular once more after they'd been gone for so long.

The owner looked over in surprise, before her eyes lit up and were met with that odd, yet not at all cold, crimson stare. "It's you again! Where- Oh!- Sorry, that's not really any of my business, heh.... Though Mello was getting worried about you!" she giggled a little, and the dark, yet much shorter figure couldn't help but cast a small smile her way, then down at the cat at his feet. He slowly knelt down, pulling his hood back before petting the friendly kitty as he readjusted his quills. Damn hoods... They're great for that "mysterious" look but are they truly worth messing fur up for?

"Hey there, Mello," his voice was far more gentle and warm than most would expect from a guy who looks like him, though to be fair, he really has never been the overly loud or aggressive type.

The cat purred against his touch, arching his back up against the gloved hand before suddenly leaping up and climbing up the hedgehog's sweatshirt and nestling into the now-open hood of it. Ah, yes, the wonderful claws of a feline. This is exactly why he wears thick sweatshirts when visiting this place, because he's gotta satisfy the hoodie-cat's needs.

"I... Don't mind the ask. A... 'Friend' of mine had... Gotten himself into a bit of trouble again, and it... Took much longer to handle than originally planned. That, and I... Admittedly lost track of... The days..." he sighed, feeling both guilty and quite like a fool.

"Hey, don't fret! It's alright! I know you're uh... Much more than a silly human like me, hah, you've got other more important things to be doing," the owner shrugged. The hedgehog turned his head to look over at her, mindful of his quills and the cat in his hood as he did so, before standing back up and turning to face her.

"I... Consider my visits here to be quite important, though," he sighed, shaking his head slowly. She eyed him, raising a brow.

"...You... Really look distraught over what's... Such a simple thing, I assure you," she tried to reassure him, noticing just how upset he looked, even if his voice didn't show it.

"How have you been doing? You've... Been alright yes?-" he blurted out with sudden great concern, reaching behind himself to pet Mello's head. Mello proceeded to bat at his fingers playfully.

"You know-"

"Answer me first-" he rushed, before closing his eyes, "...S..Sorry, sorry..."

"Hey, it's alright... Shadow, yes? I'm uh... Remembering your name right yeah?" she waited for a nod from him before continuing, "Again, it's alright, I'm just... Curious, really.... Why in the world are you so....?" She began to make vague gestures with her hands, not quite sure how to word it in a way that didn't sound weird or rude.

"I... I just...." he took a deep breath, before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh, "...Here, walk with me while I look at things, alright?" He asked this as more of an offer, rather than a command.

"O-O...kay? Sure," oh, now she's interested! She'd always sensed there was... Something strange about that hedgehog. His odd silence the first few times he'd come into the store, how he'd just suddenly entered on a whim that first time she'd seen him there, how he was... So incredibly generous to her, when he seemingly had no reason to be...

"It's... Going to be a long one, and... A strange one. I need you to promise that you'll believe me when I talk about these things, these parts of my life, parts of... Myself. Alright?" he gave her one final chance to back down if she wished... Yet, to his surprise...

"I promise, Shadow," she nodded in understanding, getting ready to listen to whatever story it was that he had to tell.

Yet, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to learn.

Shadow picked up a small, wooden figurine and looked over it, using the details of the odd figure to distract himself as he would begin to speak.

"It has been around... What, 8 years or so? Since... I... Well... I had been awoken from a 50 year long slumber," he started, going over the basics of the timeframe in which things had occurred in his life, pausing to allow the gal to process the information, before continuing once more. "I'll spare the details of that debacle, for now... And, 50 years before then, I had been locked in suspended animation, in a sort of coma... And, furthermore, around 2 years prior to then.... I was created."

The shop owner looked a tad dumbfounded, absolutely bewildered... Though the first thing she could manage to get out was, "How old even are you??????-" Man, she was.... Very confused.

"Physically? I was... designed as a 'mature' specimen from the get-go, so I don't really 'age' in those regards. Mentally? I'd estimate around 23, that's what I tell people anyway. It's been 8 years since I was awoken, and before then I was kind of... Designed to be mentally like that of a 13 year old... So the added 2 years would have made me around... 15 when I'd awoken.... And 8 years later? 23. Basic math, in those regards. I did not age while in mental stasis... I mostly just.... Didn't feel much at all... But I believe I... Still did dream... Not of anything good, though," his expression had seemed to grow a lot less tense while giving that explanation, as though something about that detail of his life were actually interesting to him. "With that answered, though, I should... I'll.... I'll save you the nitty gritty. I was designed to be... Like a hero to earth, and also a hero to the grand-daughter of the scientist who created me... I... Suppose I could just... Call him 'father', here."

He gripped the figure, starting to realize just how tense he was getting again. He'd... Rather not explain every damn facet of his life... "Chaos damn it... Basically... His... His grand-daughter. She was my best friend. Like a sister... and.....a..and.... GAH!!-" he tossed the figure aside in a sudden release of pent-up stress. He froze, looking over at the figure on the floor, all the while the owner stared at him with a mix of confusion and care. "........Her... Her name was.... YOUR name... Maria. And she's gone. And...." he said in a quieter tone as he walked over to pick the figure back up, tracing the details of it with his thumbs. The figure was in the shape of some sort of angel, he realized... Abstract in form, yet more obvious once you realize the intentions.

"You... Think about her a lot, I... presume?..." the shop owner, this Maria, spoke in a much softer tone, trying to pull her new friend's mind away from the past.

"....Yeah... Even if it's... Stupid. It's been so long, 8 damn years since I'd awoken and was reminded of my true purpose... And yet... She still... Lingers in my thoughts..." he gave a hushed sigh, "... And I think it's because she was... Far more than my stories ever make her out to be. I always tell of how she tried to save me, my promise to her, how she...." There was brief silence. "....Yet... I fail to ever properly explain who she'd been before that. What she'd done for me, how we'd become like... Family... Everyone only gets the parts where she did the tragic, heroic thing... But never the parts where she was just a girl... Just a kid like me, back then... How we'd had hopes and dreams amongst the stars together, how we'd planned our future out to become space explorers, how be agreed to one day get to step foot on Earth once more with no fear from her illness.... I always.... Would miss that part, back then. Because the trauma was always so damn much at the time... Because I couldn't bear to think of what we'd planned to have been..."

"At the end of it all... She merely wanted to help people.... And at the end of HER.... She wanted ME to help people...." he gave a somber, defeated sort of chuckle. "So... When I'd... Seen the sign here, I'd.... Begun to feel as if my feet were no longer my own. I drifted closer, felt drawn to this place... Because of such silly memories that I've attached to nothing more than a name. A word."

The Maria standing there near him just... Stared at him...

"Is... That part of your whole... Generosity thing toward me? Because.... My nickname is the same as your friend's?" she asked, not wishing to sound at all disappointed or anything, just truly curious.

Shadow simply nodded, his expression seeming to be one of slight guilt.

"That's.... Incredibly sweet of you, yknow that?"

He looked up at her, his eyes a bit wider, seeming to sparkle a bit with the tears he'd been holding back. "...Really?...."

"Yeah! You're a wonderful person... I want you to know that. You care so much, you don't try to forget what's important to you, even if it causes you pain. You don't give up, and that's.... An admirable trait. To let yourself follow your heart, to honor someone you cared deeply for... That's...That's amazing, Shadow," she gave him a warm smile, "...Y'know, I bet your Maria would be proud of you... For not hiding away, for not ignoring those feelings of yours. From what you've said about her... She seems like she's the type to be quite happy with where you are now... Though of course I didn't know her myse-" she was cut off by a sudden, instinctive whimper cry from Shadow.

The Ultimate Lifeform stood there, gripping the wooden angel figure in his hands, trying to keep himself from crying and yet... They escaped still, in the sounds of pathetic whimpers and whines, before he attempted to cover his face and wipe his eyes.

"...I... Like to.... Think that too...." he managed to choke out, before going quiet in an attempt to compose himself. Mello, still chilling around his neck, purred and rubbed his fluffy cheek against the hedgehog's, making him let out a sudden snicker and a snort through the tears dripping from his eyes.

After a little bit of emotional recollection, Shadow would finally be able to take full breaths, finally beginning to speak.

"...Thank you.... M... Mari?... I..."

"Is... It.... a bit of a struggle to say that name?"

Shadow sighed and huffed, slowly returning to his more usual demeanor already.

"That's okay y'know... Why not.... Anna?"

"Anna..." he repeated, before nodding, "...Anna works..."

He suddenly seemed to have locked onto some new task, looking around rather than at his new friend. She tilted her head and raised a brow, but apart from that she let him do his thing now.

Around 45 minutes later, Shadow returned to the counter with quite a few things. Old worn-out shirts and sweatshirts, the wooden angel figure, some old fidget-type toys, with one being one of those "rings interlocked that can be separated" ones, old mason jars, and various other strange and random things that he'd simply found intrigueing. He laid it all out on the counter, then began counting out his own cash for payment. It's... A bit annoying having to use human money, but if it works it works.

Anna helped pack it all up in a way that wouldn't be too much of a hassle to carry, despite how much shit there was, while Mello took the moment to hop down from Shadow's shoulder and onto the counter once more.

With his money counted out and handed over (and a bit extra snuck in as well), he began to pick up the bags of things to hold onto.

"I'll... Be seeing you. Next time I think I may invite my... friends... to check the place out," he waved, giving Anna a small smile as he put his hood back up.

"You too! Stay safe, bud, k?"

"'Course," his smirk grew a bit wider, "And you too," he added, before pushing open the door and heading out of the shop.

Once gone, Anna let out a soft sigh, then looked down at the cat butting her hand for pets. Mello simply looked back up at her, then let out a little meow.

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freifraufischer · 2 years

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OMG please dish on the Aurora Games and everything terrible about them

So first of all here is the entire broadcast of the Aurora Games:

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For those unfamiliar the Aurora Games was a multisport event held in 2019 in Albany New York to celebrate women's sports. As it turned out the organizer had a history of holding scamy sports events and this one lost so much money that it's debts haven't been paid nor have the gymnasts been paid their appearance money.

I am unsure how much Jessica from Gymcastic and Miss Val were involved in organizing the gymnastics competition. After the scammy-ness came out they've both acted like they had limited involvement. Before hand and a few times since Jessica has talked in a way that makes me think she had a lot to do with how the gymnastics part was put on (she apparently had a position enough to be able to give the tv camera people a list of don't's and to attend the dinner with the athletes).

Onto the actual event because boy was it dumb...

So it was "The Americas" versus "The World" (are North and South America on different planets?). The commentators kept calling it America at different points which I'm sure was exactly what the Canadians and the Latin Americans wanted. There was (with one exception) no uniform or insignia so you couldn't just tell which team anyone was on and incredibly hard to follow. The only people who had a "uniform" were the tumblers who had generic sparkly leos in black (as seen in the video thumbnail) and blue. The sparklies weren't in the same pattern on each so they were bought off the rack. None of the other athletes wore matching anything nor any insignia or flags. The viewer couldn't at any point toon into this and go "oh that's my person." Which strikes me as sooo Jessica.

All the artistic gymnasts were former NCAA gymnasts except for Tatiana Nabieva. "The Americas" AGs had all retired at the end of their NCAA careers and then picked up again to do this so had been off training for a few months. The World's gymnasts were still in training. So you know... competitive balance I don't know her.

Anyway format... they had 5 events: tumbling, balance beam, parkour, aesthetic gymnastics and artistic floor. They were all scored out of a 10 and the artistic gymnastics was scored on the NCAA code. Problem. A lot of these disciplines have very complicated scoring systems that are not the 10.0. Parkour judging seemed to fit particularly badly into this. I believe only the NCAA artistic people were "natural" to the 10.0.

Taking each section:

The tumbling I can't really speak much to but let's just say the commentators didn't do a particularly good job explaining it so it turned into a stream of technical element names and people's names that I couldn't keep track of because you know generic sparkly leos.

They then moved to balance beam and we start to run into the environmental problems in the arena. See they were going to hold the ice hockey tournament there in a few days after this so they put carpeting over the ice and then the apparatus on that. So it was A) really cold on the floor which is totally great for gymnastics. One of the Parkour athletes was wearing a full on sweatshirt B) the beam was slick from the humidity coming off the ice. Otherwise beam was NCAA beam only a bit out of practice.

Parkour was the most interesting to me but I suspect anyone who follows competitive parkour would be horrified by the smallish area of the course. I can't really say if it was hard to follow the courses because parkour is intentionally chaotic or if it was badly designed. But it was to me the most enjoyable part of this.

Then we get to the aesthetic group gymnastics and I'd love to know whose idea this was. This is a non-FIG discipline that apparently originates in Finland and is like if a bunch of rhythmic gymnasts lost their apparatus and then decided to do a really simple cheer routine. I'm sure they were not helped by doing this on top of an artistic gymnastics spring floor but their spacing wasn't very good and they weren't in synchronization with the music. Meanwhile the entire time the commentators are telling us that it's a shame this has to be judged because it's so "beautiful". It honestly felt like a very Miss Val addition.

Then we got Miss Val's retirement tour epilogue with the artistic floor including Ohoshi doing her viral floor again. If you like NCAA floor I'm sure it was fine. Miss Val was the floor reporter/MC and this was a woman that was so awkward I don't know how she makes a living giving motivational speeches.

We also got guest appearances by women who really are probably regretting involvement in this including Shannon Miller, Nadia, and Judge Aquilina who gained fame as the Larry Nassar sentencing judge.

And dear Anony Mouse this mess was more than three hours long!

It was the single most boring gymnastics thing I've ever watched and remember I've watched a ton of potato video quality meets commentated in languages I don't know.

#gymnastics

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west-tokyo-incidents · 2 years

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How is this shit only 3k words... I've been working on this for ages and a 2am brain blast got me to push through and finish it. Ur welcome.

Pet play au, so bandage, bdsm, etc.

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Vice let out a soft sigh as Kia held the measuring tape around his neck, trying to will away the heat in his cheeks. She compared her findings to the collar she had taken a liking to online. At least it was his kinda thing. Simple black with big long spikes on it. 'To keep Rage from hurting you too bad,' she had said. He wasn't gonna argue that he thought Rage would find a way.

"Oh, I should get you a muzzle, too, let me measure your head–"

"A muzzle…?" Vice made a face, only tilting his head a little bit away in a half hearted protest. She measured anyways.

"Remember? When Rage and you snuck out together, you bit him. Paresse wasn't happy about his pedigree show pup getting hurt, so you need a muzzle."

"He bit me, too…!" Vice hated how much that sounded like a whine, but it made Kia giggled so he couldn't hate it that much.

"Oh, hush, a strong street mutt like you can't handle a little rough housing?"

Vice groaned softly. Kia giggled at how red his ears turned and went back to her search.

He still wasn't really prepared for how it would feel to actually have to collar on. For her to tug on the loop to test it out. There were many tests like that to follow before the "playdate" as Paresse and Kia insisted on calling it.

This whole "puppy mode" thing was… way too easy to get into. He decided this as he realized how actually excited he was when the collar was snapped on. He was shrugging his sweatsuit jacket up higher to hide it as the pair walked to the home of the West Tokyo Incidents. He could feel a non-existent tail wagging against his will and he was all too conscious of the muzzle he knew was in Kia's purse. They'd played with that, too.

He was easily distracted, too. Kia started to wonder if maybe she should've had Paresse and Rage come over instead of them making the trip into the city, since, "Rage has better training than you. Heel." She tugged his sweatshirt sleeve as if it were a leash when there weren't any people around.

"Need to ask Paresse for some pointers." She grinned through her taunting, and Vice growled under his breath.

"Bad dog." She elbowed him gently, "We're in public, behave yourself."

–

Kia waved to Mizho as she left the apartment before they entered. The band's singer grinned and waved back with a little, "Have fu~un!" rolling off her tongue.

Vice shrunk further into his jacket. Used to be, the masters would shrink away from his approach. He used to– his eyes fell on the sight of Rage staring back at him from inside a large kennel, lounged out in nothing but his collar and pants among a nest of blankets and pillows in the cage. His pup brain immediately clicked back into place and he started to head over as the door shut behind him and Kia.

Only he was greeted with a growl and Rage's face going from relaxed to furious. Someone grabbed his hood and pulled him back.

"Ah, careful. Rage has bad kennel aggression." Paresse.

Vice whined and pulled against the larger man's grip, but Kia whistled at him.

She thought it was cute. How he immediately perked up at her call.

"Muzzle on first, anyways. Come here, Vice." If he had puppy ears she could almost imagine them pinning back at the mention of the muzzle, but he came over anyways. As she snapped it around his head, she talked to Paresse, "Where'd you get the kennel? It's bigger than any of the ones I could find online."

"Look for kennels for Great Danes, you won't find big enough ones in general pet store stock." Paresse shrugged. When the muzzle was secure, he walked over to said kennel, Rage immediately getting up to sit at the door and wait to be let out.

Kia pulled Vice's jacket off, "Alright, go play. And be sweet." She gave a swift, dismissive pat on his ass and turned to go sit on the couch. She watched Rage, admiring the collar on him as he went up to Vice. It was tooled metal with a thick leather lining on the inside to cushion it.

"You weren't kidding about having to go heavy duty on his collar." She chuckled, then eyed Vice, who seemed unsure all of a sudden as Rage nudged him and tried to get him to play. She bit her lip, wondering if he wasn't comfortable with the scene all of a sudden.

Paresse was watching closely, too, arms crossed, but a bit more relaxed as he sat next to her, "Yeah, he chewed through his last one." He glanced sideways at her, "Vice'll be fine. Just give him a little bit. Rage has played with other pups before, he'll show Vice the ropes. Besides, it's always cute when they don't know what to do in front of their masters."

Sure enough, Vice was giving the human equivalent of a whale eye to look towards Kia as Rage continued to be insistent. Rage took advantage of his eyes being else where and nipped at his shoulder. Vice whipped around just as Rage jumped back with a big grin on his face.

She relaxed more as Vice seemed to forget about them and the muzzle and snapped his teeth back, growling. There was once upon a time that growl would have Rage frozen in place and trying to appear small. Now, it made him growl back playfully and rush back in. Kia giggled as the two tumbled to the floor and started wrestling.

"The collar on Vice is cute. Might keep Rage from causing too much damage, too, with those spikes. At least on his neck." Paresse casually started up the conversation again.

"Oh, thank you! The only trouble I'm realizing is that the clip comes undone really easily." She turned to look at Paresse.

Parese hummed and nodded, "Get a buckle or a latch style next time. He needs a tag, too. Rage has his name engraved in the metal of his collar, along with my number, especially after he got out."

Kia tapped a finger to her chin as she thought about that. A trip to go get him one would be cute, make him pick out his own tag and get it engraved at the store. That is, if he could behave at a pet store. That reminded her–

"Hey, I meant to ask, how did you go about training Rage? Vice is bad about wandering off and following commands and I get the feeling Rage wasn't always so well behaved."

Paresse snorted, "Rage is well behaved around others. He likes to show off that he's a perfect pup, but he likes being disobedient when he's at home with just the four of us. That said, keep working with him. Especially while he's new to being a pup. Plenty of rewards and plenty of correction. I think my failing with Rage is that he likes being corrected too much."

Rage looked up at hearing his name and grinned at what Paresse was saying, only for Vice to take advantage of the distraction and shove Rage to the ground again.

Kia laughed and nodded.

The conversation continued for a while and Vice found himself falling deeper and deeper into the mindset, even pawing at his muzzle when it got in his way. The muzzle, it seemed, gave Vice enough of a disadvantage. Rage had pinned him multiple times and his insistent nipping and humping against him was absolutely getting Vice worked up. Last time he'd been the one on top, but as the rough housing went on, he was getting the suspicion he wasn't going to get so lucky this time.

Vice was pinned again, this time on his stomach.

Rage managed to shove Vice's collar up enough to get at his neck and he cried out at the other pup's teeth finding a home where his shoulder met his neck, "Fuck…!" He tried to struggle, but Rage held him down and he started to pant, already tired. Human stamina sucked, how was Rage still going? He whined as Rage started grinding against him.

He'd already half tuned their masters out, arching his back a little and moving back into the feeling. Rage groaned against his neck and pulled away just to speak with that drawn out, whining pup voice of his. Quietly, so that he wouldn't interrupt their masters' conversation.

"I always wondered how you'd look under me~..." Rage's thumb hooked into his pants and tugged, lightly at first, but then with more purpose and Vice made a noise comparable to a yelp as they suddenly slipped off his hips, "You're such a pretty puppy." He started panting and turned to half-assedly snap his teeth at Rage through the muzzle. He was only rewarded with Rage’s hand holding his head against the carpet. He closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Rage press up against him.

"Good boy~"

Kia's voice cut through his haze and his eyes snapped open again as he rapidly remembered he was being watched. His head was turned away from her, though, and he whined. But it only lasted a moment before Rage was inside him.

"F-uck…!" A choked gasp escaped him. All the while Rage held him fast.

"They'd make cute puppies." Kia's voice piped up, just loud enough for them to hear. Vice flushed at the implication.

Paresse's response was just as bad, "Rage is a good stud, yeah, but I dunno about breeding him with some street mutt of a bitch."

Bitch. Oh, that– Rage started moving and he cried out, too faded to stay focused on the conversation happening behind him. Of course, it continued anyways.

"Aw, come on, Vice is good and strong, I think he'd be a fine bitch. They might not sell for much, but they'd be healthy puppies. And look, Rage already likes him."

As if to punctuate that, Rage nuzzled back up under the spikes and bit down again. His elbows hooked into Vice's waist as he moaned low into his skin.

Vice was finally able to turn his head and tried to give Kia an annoyed glare, but it came out as more of a distracted glance before Rage shifted angles and he saw stars across his vision.

His face made Kia bite her lip again, but only because she was fighting the urge to start touching herself. It was such a nice show, after all.

"We'll see. If you can get him trained better maybe it'll be worth it."

Her brow perked up and an idea came across her mind, "Can you show me how you train Rage? I know he's playing right now, but…"

The grin that came across Paresse's face told her that was no problem.

"Rage, hold."

Rage suddenly stopped moving and whined loudly, burying his face in Vice's back.

Paresse stood and circled them, watching Vice squirm in Rage's arms before stopping in front of them.

"Focus."

Rage's head snapped up, eyes trained on Paresse.

"This is one of the most important commands. His eyes are on me." Paresse moved to one side, and Rage’s head followed. He move the other way, and Rage continued to hold his gaze, "He's ready and waiting for another command. Sit."

Rage sat back, pulling Vice into his lap and making him yelp. Still, he held focus.

"Sit is easy. They're smarter than the average pup, they already know what 'sit' means. They just have to behave. They have to learn to obey."

Paresse narrowed his eyes and walked up slowly.

"Rage."

Rage's jaw clenched.

"Fuck."

With a growl, Rage dug his nails into Vice's hips and started moving again. But his eyes fell away from Paresse's face and Paresse snatched a lock of Rage’s hair and yanked.

"Focus!"

Rage cried out, but looked back up as he kept moving, panting hard but holding eye contact.

"Good boy."

Vice whined and squirmed, growling at Paresse. Rage’s master let him have at it for a bit, and then clicked his tongue before commanding again.

"Hold."

Again, Rage stopped.

"Stay."

Paresse turned away and went to grab a chain leash from the end table next to Kia, where he'd set a few different things.

"May I take control of Vice for a bit?"

She tilted her head, curious, "I'm excited to see you try."

Paresse grinned again and made his way back over. Rage had dropped focus and was licking and nipping at Vice's ear. Paresse didn't seem to mind as he leaned down and clipped the leash onto Vice's collar.

"Rage, focus."

And once again, Rage’s head snapped up. Paresse stood back and held Vice's leash taut, ignoring the death glare he was getting from the ultimate evil.

"Rage… release."

Rage whined and didn't obey right away, holding Vice closer. Paresse snarled.

"Release!"

Rage pulled his arms away from Vice and leaned back, releasing the douji. And Vice immediately pulled away and began pulling at the leash, lunging at Paresse, who held him at bay and yanked him around on the leash until he got Vice under him, a fist in his hair and the leash held just so that it barely began to choke him.

Vice looked fairly pathetic like this, pants half around his thighs, hair ruined and tangled in the tall man's fingers, his tongue half out in the muzzle, his dick caught under one of Paresse's knees. Paresse yanked on his hair, forcing him to look at him.

"Vice, focus."

Vice thrashed and Paresse tightened his hold, waiting for him to quit before doing it again and repeating his command.

"Focus."

Vice huffed and relented, already exhausted anyways.

"Good boy…" He moved his knee slowly, rewarding Vice and making him whine. Paresse looked over at Rage, who'd relaxed to watch the show.

"Rage, sit at attention."

Rage huffed and gave him a withering glare, but sat up on his heels, knees apart, and clasped his hands behind his neck, straightening up.

"Postures are a little different, and more complex. More of a general bondage thing–" He looked down at Vice again and growled, "Focus!"

Vice's eyes had wandered to watch Rage, but he snapped them back to Paresse.

"Good." Paresse gave a tired sigh and looked up at Kia, "He's probably only being obedient because Rage wore him out."

Kia's hand was absolutely in her panties now as she watched them, but especially Vice. Paresse chuckled softly.

"You'll probably have a lot more trouble, you can't exactly yank him around like I can. Just be aware. A lot of it is knowing when to reward and when to punish, and how to punish." He looked back down and saw Vice was still focused, "Good boy!"

Vice's face flushed at how genuinely impressed and proud Paresse sounded… and how much he enjoyed it. He growled in response.

Paresse just smiled and pulled his knee off Vice, "Roll over." Vice huffed and rolled his eyes, but did it, giving Kia a reluctant glance… biting his lip as he saw her enjoying the show. Damn, she really did like this shit.

"Alright, Rage, you've been good."

Rage perked up and watched Paresse stand up, still holding Vice's hair. Paresse watched Vice closely as he leaned in to unclip the leash.

"Rage…"

Rage's body seemed to tense, but he held focus…

"Drop!"

Paresse let go of Vice and stood back. Rage exploded from his spot to tackle Vice into the ground again, tension making him all the more needy.

"Drop?"

Kia asked, looking at Paresse as the man sat back down.

"Shorthand for 'drop focus'. It tells him he's freed of all previous commands."

Vice yelped and her attention went back to him as Rage found purchase and was promptly back to fucking him into the carpet, this time he had Vice on his back, though.

Paresse reached for something on the end table and offered it to her. A little bullet vibe, still sealed in packaging, so it was clean. She happily took it.

It didn't take long for Vice to get off, whining and gasping. He trembled and made the space between him and Rage slick. Rage was close behind, but not so close that Vice didn't thrash to be let go before Rage finally stopped suddenly, deep inside of him, and his drawn-out moan signaled his own end.

Kia wasn't sure if she'd gotten off once or twice while watching the whole thing, but closed her eyes and hummed happily. Paresse seemed content just to watch, smiling softly.

"Good boy, Rage. Let him go, now. Let his mistress take care of him."

Rage was used to play extending beyond orgasm. Their scenes didn't end so quickly. He pulled out and licked at Vice's face before crawling off of him.

"Here, pup."

Paresse tapped his thigh and Rage walked over, kneeling in front of him and pressing his cheek to the spot.

Kia got up and went over to Vice, grinning and praising him as she started cleaning him up. The muzzle and collar came off as she kissed all up his neck and then his lips, smiling through it as he returned it with a passion.

"That was fucking… amazing…" He spoke through heated, exhausted pants, grinning up at her. She grinned and nodded.

"Next time I'm holding the leash, though."

He shivered at the thought and nodded.

Maybe a little more enthusiastically than he meant.

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