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trtlebuns · 10 months

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OH YOU BETTER WORK!!

Synopsis: You “accidentally” send your clothes to your boyfriends address and demand a fashion show

Inspired by this video: 💋

Tags: Fluff, wholesome, comedy, and Soap

Johnny (Soap) MacTavish

“babe” you hear Johnny say through the FaceTime call

“Hm?” You replied not looking at the phone while you paint your nails

“What is it” you ask again now looking at your phone since you didn’t hear Johnny reply

“I think you sent something to my address” Johnny said while showing the package in the camera

“Ooohh!!! I was wondering where that went, I thought they forgot to send it and was going to request a refund” You said while looking at the logo on the package

“Do you want me to drive over and give it to you?” Johnny put the package down and looked around for his keys

An idea popped into your head

“no no no” you frantically say as he pauses and waits for you to continue your sentence

“Try them on for me” you say

There was a pregnant pause

“I think those polish fumes are getting to your head darling” Johnny chuckled

“I’m deadass” you said as you put on your most serious face as you stare into the camera as Johnny stares back at you

“Babe I-“ Johnny was about to start before cut off by a

“AHHHH PLEASE PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!! YOU WONT HAVE TO BUY ME LUNCH FOR THE WHOLE WEEK PLEASE I PROMISE I PROMISE JUST THIS ONE THING UGHHH” you screamed into the phone

Johnny knew you were lying about the lunch because he knows how you get when you’re hungry

Johnny rolled his eyes and told you to hush and you did

“Fine WOMAN! I will put the clothes on mkay” he said with a tight lip

You smiled “prop the camera up so I can get a full body image, it’ll help me image it on myself”

Johnny does what you ask and opens up the package

“Dear God woman, where and why did you even buy these clothes??” Johnny said confused and scared as he picked up a few articles of clothing

“I was just browsing and seeing what I might like to see myself in. Now enough questions, get on with the get down okay?” You said as you put yourself in cross cross apple sauce position and watched Johnny changed

As Johnny was about to lift his shirt he caught a glimpse of you looking like a mad woman in the camera

Eyes wide , staring deep into the camera, and breathing deeply

“Back up, damn. Creeping me the fuck out” Johnny said while letting go of his shirt and about to cover his camera

“ ILL CLOSE MY EYES” you said as you saw his hand

Johnny rolled his eyes

“You better” he said and went back to changing

“No promises tho…” you shut your eyes peeking a bit

“Huh???” Johnny said

“They’re closed” you said irritatedly, but nevertheless closed your eyes fully

In the midst of you eyes being closed and rocking your self side to side

You hear a bunch of “my gods” “would this even fit?” “my body would swallow this” “trashy” “ooo a wig” “why is my nipple on display?” “THONG?!”

“Hurry up” you said impatiently as you hear him grumble his complaints

“I’m almost done, hush! You can’t rush art” you hear him smack his lips

“Okay andddddddd done” you hear Johnny say out of breath

You open your eyes

“Good God” You say aloud and cover your mouth to stop the giggles from erupting from your body

“Speechless? I know babe” Johnny said as he bit his lips and rubbed his hands together

Visual: Johnny is wearing a pink crop top with some short shorts , with a white fur coat and a purple bob wig to match

As tears begin to fall down your eyes and the laughter managed to escape your mouth

Johnny gave you a full blown show

I’m talking twirling, strutting towards the camera, twerking a little bit

You even put on beez in the trap by Nicki Minaj to give him the all experience bad bitch vibe

“BITCHES AINT SHIT AND THEY AINT SAYING NOTHIN!!” You yelled out while you got up and starting dancing

“YOU BETTER EAT JOHNNY!! YOU BETTER WORK!!!” You yelled in the camera as Johnny started dancing along with the lyrics

As the music came to an end, you hear the door open from the Johnnys side of the phone

Immediately Johnny is frozen in his spot

“Could you pleas-“ you hear a familiar voice and automatically align it with Simon (Johnnys roommate)

There was a pause in his sentence, as he continues

“Playing a little bit of dress up?”

“Yeah…” Johnny replied

“good, good, It’s good to pretend” you hear Simon say

You cough awkwardly

“You look beautiful” Simon chuckles out

“Oh fuck off and get out” Johnny yelled out and went to close his door and lock it

“Please keep it down Princess” you heard Simon yell behind the door

You’re having a giggling fit as Johnny picked up his phone and looked at you

“Never again” Johnny says

“Okay okay, I promise” you replied with a smile

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legitimatesatanspawn · 7 months

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Hello! Could you tell me if Sauron got wrecked by a dog before or after he created werewolves?

Sauron made them first! What follows is a recap about the creation of werewolves, the story of Huan, and why the fight is important.

Sauron bound a "fell spirit" into a wolf body, creating Draugluin. Draugluin isn't the most powerful werewolf though as that is his son Carcharoth who Morgoth handfed people meat to like he was an oversized pet. For the record to people reading this: Morgoth is Sauron's boss, who is essentially LotR's Lucifer.

It's not exactly clear what Draugluin was before getting stuffed into a wolf but it is fair to assume he was originally another fallen and corrupted Maiar. But it's possible thanks to his title as "necromancer" that Sauron shoved a dead evil human soul in there if only to match the linguistic origins of "werewolf" as "man wolf".

Sauron also could turn into a wolf himself - which was part of the Epic Fight with the Dog. The dog being Huan, who protected Luthien and helped her and Beren fight off... a whole lot of enemies overall.

Huan was literally just a dog. A dog the "size of a small horse" that was showered with a nice package of blessings so he was functionally an elf in dog form. Immortal but could be killed. Prophesied to die after speaking three times. Orome really liked that dog. Which is to be expected of the Valar Archangel God of the Hunt. Note: this is specifically hunting Morgoths's monsters, not wild animals. He likes wild animals and dogs and horses.

Why Luthien and Beren had the epic journey adventure is under the cut. As is the summary of the journey, the actual fight, and the aftermath.

Luthien's father got together with a Maiar named Melian, who was basically a one woman force of nature who protected an entire city-state kingdom by making an Unpassable Location. The kingdom Doriath was basically Hidden and Safe and Amazing and probably had a few dumb policies as is wont to happen when you're isolated and cut yourself off from the world's problems.

Beren... somehow finds his way to the forests around Doriath. Sees her. They fall in love (echoing what will later be Aragorn and Arwen and part of why Elrond is sort of Freaking Out because he knows how this story goes and while he doesn't wanna be Thingol... ).

Beren can't get killed off by Thingol's orders because Luthien managed to get him to promise not to, or to imprison him for the Audacity, so Thingol manages to get him to go along with a deal: "come back with one of the Noldor's stolen Silmarils from Morgoth's crown and you may have my daughter's hand in marriage."

This is meant to be a Solo Thing but Beren asks Finrod for advice. Finrod is a bamf and one of the big brothers to Galadriel and kicks all kinds of ass. He remembers all the drama of the Silmarils and was one of the Noldor who opposed the Oath to cross the artic ice for revenge to get them back... look there's a huge mess with the Silmarils and why Oaths are Bad and why no one trusts the Noldor or especially not Feanor or his sons. I don't want to get into it right now, their creation, or why specifically Galadriel's brother getting involved is a big thing. Like I get the reasons because that's Feanor's creation and Morgoth egged him on before swiping them, but god damn. But Finrod wasn't gonna go with them but then he didn't want to get cut off from his friends who did so he went along.

So hearing "I promised to get the Silmarils back" probably wasn't a happy moment for Finrod to hear coming out of Beren's mouth. Thank god no Grinding Ice was involved though because that was a massacre unto itself. It took around 25-30 years to cross that, or like 9 'years' as known by their calendar then. Even for an elf that's a long time.

Finrod gathered up a bunch of people but most of them got killed and captured and the survivors were taken to Sauron's island where he was still breeding Werewolves for some unholy reason. The probable meta reason is to ensure the existence of Wargs later on.

Luthien sensed Problems so she dashed out to find Beren and ran right into two of Feanor's sons and their dog Huan - who was given to one of them by Orome back when Feanor's family weren't being Ultra Stupid about the fancy cursed yet hallowed gems. And for reasons I can't remember clearly on why, they took Luthien prisoner and locked her up in Finrod's fort. Where she got chummy with Huan and Huan helped her escape (and spoke for the First time).

They got there in time to try and avenge Finrod's death. Sauron was like "oooh that Maia's spawnling. I'll be richly rewarded by my master if I bring you to him in chains" and cue the werewolf attack that Huan bamfed his way through kicking their asses. This included the father werewolf by the way, so you know Huan is a beast (affectionate).

And then Huan and Sauron fought! Sauron took the form of a wolf first and lost, but Huan got him in a chokehold with his teeth and just REFUSED to let go! No matter what form Sauron took, no matter what he did or tried to do...

Sauron got his ass kicked by a dog and it was only because of Luthien letting him go (probably laughing the whole time) so she can move on to more important things.

If you're curious about the rest of that story: Beren and Luthien snuck into Morgoth's hellish current capital by disguising themselves as his top vampire messenger/servant and the dead father werewolf. Luthien, when Morgoth tore off the illusion/disguise, continued to be a BAMF and bewitched the whole capital/fortress into falling asleep so they can pry one of the gems from the Iron Crown. Sadly Morgoth started to stir when something hit him by accident so they panicked and ran out with the Silmaril.

(Fair warning: nothing mortal can touch the Silmarils. Nothing EVIL can touch the gems either. This was by holy decree and blessing. So how Thingol expected Beren to take a Simaril back I have no idea.)

But remember when I mentioned Carcharoth, the son of the first werewolf? He woke up first because, as the guard dog who got suspicious as all get out over his "father" having "survived" (word reached him of his death), they had to first cast him to sleep before slipping into the place. Beren tried to use the Silmaril to scare him off by waving it in the air and instead he got his hand bit off for the trouble.

And then Carcharoth went nuts for a whole new reason: agony in the belly. He was put out of his agony sometime later to get the gem, but this is the best part I swear:

When Thingol saw Beren and Luthien rock up seemingly empty-handed... Beren told him to his face "even now I have a Silmaril in my hand".

Rest of the story short, Beren and Luthien got together, the wolf with the Silmaril in his belly showed up (probably was tracking them) and tried to get Thingol only for Beren to get in the way. Huan got the wolf, the wolf got Huan, Huan died with his head in Beren's other hand. Thingol got the gem, Luthien... died at some unclear point in time and convinced the Archangel Valar God of the Dead to change Beren's fate and let them be together in death if not in life. They got reborn as humans and got a happily ever after together - she gave up certain peace for an uncertain life with him..

Meanwhile, skipping over the hot mess that is Turin's life and why Thingol adopted him, Thingol got killed off by Dwarves who found out that not only did he have a Simaril but he put it in a famous Dwarven necklace "gifted" to him by Turin's blood father Hurin over how his son's life went (LONG story short: a terrible combination of Morgoth cursing people, Morgoth's dragon cursing people, Morgoth capturing Hurin and cursing him, and also Arrogance and Pride on Turin's part, and lots of soap opera drama) to create one insanely priceless artifact. This lead to the Sacking of the kingdom and a lot of death and destruction, as is wont to happen when Simarils are involved.

Honestly, Beren and Luthien should've decked Thingol when he first brought up the damn rock.

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jtkys · 8 months

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Romantic or Platonic ideas for how different pasta/proxies would gift? example; Reader wakes up and there is a shoebox next to their bed with a bunch of shiny thingamabobs&do-dads& shinies inside. Alternatively; a neatly wrapped, beautifully bowed box is waiting placed neatly on their made bed. inside is something like a dead bird or severed finger. Gifting varies, and I wanna see who's the 'best' and 'worst' in your ideas

OOOH OKAY

Jeff - okay uh. He’s not great, but he tries. Will probably get you things you need or something really dumb and silly. The typa guy to either gift the most expensive and top tier hunting knife you’ve ever seen or a sock puppet.

BEN - could be worse- he probably gifts games for you to play with him, or makes a silly lil package full of foods, drinks and trinkets he knows you’d like. Is also the type of guy to buy you matching bracelets or a silly pair of socks

Toby - cardboard box full of strange trinkets and thinks like pine cones and little stick men he’s made from branches and leaves out in the forest. Either that, or a baby raccoon he adopted (kidnapped) while outside. It doesn’t seem like much, but he’s genuinely put a lot of thought into it and will be over the moon if you like it 😭

EJ - possibly the best on this list. Will go all out, observing and asking about things you like and then looking everywhere to try and find the highest quality and best version of said product: once he’s found it, he’ll wrap it up as neatly as you could ever imagine with a little bow and a romantic (or sweet, if you want platonic) note attached. Wont even mention it, he likes doing things for people he cares for. He won’t even do it exclusively on holidays, if you’ve helped him out or been especially nice to him then he’ll get you a gift as payment.

Tim - not bad, actually. Will probably get something you’ve specifically said you needed or wanted, and will do some pretty good gift wrapping. If ur super close though, he’ll probably be a bit like ej and go all out. He also doesn’t exclusively gift on holidays, I think he’s also one to pay people back in gifts because he’s not great with words or physical affection:

Brian - smooth as shit. Literally you won’t even say what you like/want but he knows you so well that he doesn’t even have to ask- easily finds the thing you’ve wanted more than anything else, and wraps it up all nice and cute with a note. If you bring it up you’ll get that charming smile and a quick quip of “knew you’d like it.” He’s so silly I love him

Sally - now, because she’s a kiddo, she can’t do much spending of money. I mean she can if she wants to and if she asks one of the older residents like Tim, Brian, toby, yk. But if she doesn’t, then she’ll draw a really cute picture (coloured in, too) of everyone and with you with something like a crown on your head and “best big brother/sister/sibling ever :D” and god damn it you will put it on your wall.

If u want me to write the girls too just tell me 🤭

#creepypasta family #creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs

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angelcactus · 1 year

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First Meetings

The first story of my Dad!Sam au! This is when Sam meets Fred and Bright under unfortunate circumstances! (5 pages later and its done!)

@just-tami-here @gavinsdeviant @nonbinarycringe404

Tw- Child harm, Quinn is an overall creep, blood.

Halloween was supposed to be a fun day.

Candy, costumes, occasional scaring. That wasn’t on the list for two kids, however. The old abandoned park Wonderworld was a gold mine for those who were obsessed with the supernatural. There were rumors, like most haunted places, rumors about disappearances, people going in and acting different when they left, the usual.

Wonderworld was at the edge of town, pretty far away from the neighborhoods that were bustling with laughs and screams. The lamp posts’ light bulbs had buzzed out a long time ago so the path was much darker than it should've been, giving it an eerie and lost feeling.

“Why are we doing this again?” Fred looked around, making sure he didn’t step on any loose rocks or sticks. He was nervous, hands shivering in his pockets (He promised it was the cold but it was from his nerves).

“I heard that this place is haunted and I wanna see if it's true.” Bright grinned, they tugged the boy along, shining him with the flashlight briefly then returning to the front of them. “Are you afraaaaaaid Freddy?” They tease, scrunching their nose as they stuck their tongue out through their teeth.

“Bright I don't know if we can even be out here, what if we get in trouble by May?” Fred said, looking back. The lit neighborhood was too far to see clearly. All he could see though was the dark silhouettes of trees and unlit lamp posts.

May was their caretaker. She was fostering them until there were good homes for them. It was difficult to get homes for them because they were a “Joint Package” (that's what Bright called it). They were inseparable, they weren't siblings but how they interacted you would assume they were.

“May won't know if you don’t tell.” Bright stopped walking and looked at Fred, arms crossed. Fred frowned and rolled his eyes. “You gotta pinkie promise me you wont tell.” Bright held out their pinkie to him.

“Fine, I pinkie promise”. Fred grumbled and locked their pinkies and shook on it. Bright smiled and took his hand, pulling him back along the path. Their flashlight shone on twigs, stones, and some occasional rusted metal.

The duo stopped as the flashlight lit up the broken down ‘Wonderworld’ sign. Some letters were missing and others were either holding on or barely holding on by a loose screw. Fred swallowed quietly, squeezing Bright’s hand.

Wonderworld itself was surprisingly lit up. Tiny lamps and fairy lights illuminated the park giving it a wondrous and happy mood. Bright turned off the flashlight and tugged Fred into the park.

“Do you think ghosts live here?” Bright looked at the lights in awe. “Maybe they're the ones that turned them on oooooo” They giggled, wiggling their fingers at him pretending to be a ghost.

“Bright stop.” Fred giggled quietly, pushing them jokingly. Bright rolled their eyes and smiled.

“See, this place isn't so scary.” They looked away for a moment, eyes fixating on something big and broken. “Look, that's Surge! It's the roller coaster that killed a bunch of people.” Bright walked towards the coaster.

Surge was the biggest and ‘scariest’ roller coaster in all of Wonderworld. It wasn’t as scary, broken and immoble; however, it was intimidating on how tall it was. Bright was like an ant compared to the behemoth that was Surge.

Fred stood next to Bright, looking at their face as their eyes scan over the railings. It was too big to look over thoroughly but they couldn't help being entranced by the loops and hills.

Fred tugged on their hand, “C’mon, I see a merry-go-round and it's not as scary as this thing.” Bright blinked, their seemingly strange trace was broken.

“I call any pegasus!” They grinned and turned towards the direction of the merry-go-round, giving themselves a head start. Fred stood for a moment, still processing what they said.

“Wh- Hey no fair!” He giggled and ran after them. Fred touched the merry-go-round railing first, signaling him the victor. Bright knelt over, hands on their knees and panting hard.

“You,” A breath. “Won.” They coughed for a moment and stood up straight.

Fred was too busy climbing the railing to hear the sound of something falling in the distance. Bright turned around, hands on the railings.

“Did you hear that?” Their eyes scanned over the previous scenery.

Fred landed on the ground, “Oh ha ha. You're just trying to scare me, well it isn't gonna work.” he said, stepping onto the carousel platform. Bright shook their head and hopped over the fence.

“I thought I heard something but it was probably the wind or something settling.”

“Mhm, nice try this place is empty and you cant scare me.” Fred crossed his arms, Bright just rolled their eyes and hopped onto one of the fake animals, a giant rabbit.

“I'm completely serious! It was like a woosh and a crash.” They said, kicking their legs. “This wasn't as fun as I thought, you wanna go home?” Fred walked around one of the fake horses, his fingers trailing the chipped paint. He nodded and jumped off the platform followed by bright.

They started to walk towards the entrance, Bright's eyes still fixed on the old coaster.

“Two little field mice, with no burrow to hide in.” A voice appeared behind them, presumably out of thin air. The voice was smooth and calm. Bright turned their head and grabbed Fred's hand tightly. There was a man behind them, following them, how long had he been watching them? Bright turned their head forward. The man said something but neither Bright nor Fred caught it.

“I said. What are you two doing here?” The man appeared in front of the two, there was a slight hiss in his tone and his eyes were almost black. “Don't you know, Field mice, that this place is dangerous?” The man walked closer. Bright swallowed, keeping Fred behind them in case something were to happen.

“You-you were just behind us- how did you do that?” Bright pushed down their fear, well as much as they could. The man chuckled, deep.

“If I say magic will you believe me? What am I saying? Of course you believe in magic, you're children.” The man laughed, Bright swallowed thickly. Their hand reached back, looking for Fred’s.

One squeeze. Two Squeeze.

Fred knew what that meant. It meant run.

Bright set that code up years ago. When they would do something they knew would get them in trouble with May, Bright would grab Fred’s hand and squeeze twice and they would run away. It was a silent code but they both knew what it meant.

And right now it was needed more than anything.

The man in front of them was circling them like a vulture, slow and calculated. His words were dark and bitter like licorice. Bright’s eyes darted towards the entrance of the park. If this stranger took a couple steps behind them then they could make a run for it.

The stranger was almost behind him, Bright could barely see him in their peripheral vision and in that moment time slowed down. Bright’s grip tightened on Fred’s hand and they ran. They ran to the entrance of the park, the fairy lights and lamps lighting a small path for the two.

Bright looked behind them, the stranger was gone. With another whoosh the man grabbed Bright’s other arm, disconnecting it from Fred’s. Their flashlight rolled onto the ground, breaking the glass and bulb.

“You insignificant brat!” The man said, throwing Bright onto the ground, their shoulder hitting a rock making them cry out. The man stood straight and stepped on their other arm.

“You two are nothing but pests, just a couple of field mice that were too far from home.” He pressed his foot down hard, Bright pushed at his leg. No budge. “Curiosity killed the cat and now the cat is going to kill you both.” He stomped down and Bright’s arm snapped with a crunch. They screamed out, curling toward their broken arm.

Fred watched in horror, Bright’s arm broke so easily under him. He looked over at the broken flashlight and dashed towards it. Anyone could tell you that Fred had the worst arm for throwing but in this second he did not care.

Fred was a bad thrower, but it was the only thing he could think about in this singular moment. He swallowed and threw the broken flashlight as hard as he could. It hit the stranger– right on the temple. The stranger staggered back, his foot releasing Bright’s arm. The man touched his temple and looked at his fingers, a small trickle of blood fell from his skin.

“You little shit.” The man looked at Fred, his eyes completely black. Fred turned to run but he was caught in the grasp of the stranger. The man sank two sharp fangs into his forearm. Fred screamed and kicked until his body felt heavy. He couldn't move and everything in his body hurt.

The stranger dropped Fred to the ground, he laid limp. His eyelids were so heavy but he knew they had to stay open.

“Not enough to satiate me, but good thing there are two of you.” The man wiped his mouth and turned to Bright who was cradling their broken arm. He walked to Bright, turning them onto their back. Bright screamed and kicked, hitting at him with their slightly injured arm. The man rolled his eyes and sank his fangs into their forearm– the same place as Fred.

Bright cried and begged and hit until they felt dizzy and weak. Their eyes fluttered shut.

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Sam was doing his normal patrol, looking at the lights, looking at the park, looking at Surge. It was all the same. There wasn't really anything new with the park. Until there were screams to close for comfort. He perked up, looking in the direction of the scream, it was too high pitched to be an adult.

And that worried him.

Sam sped towards the sounds and stopped in front of the worst sight he had seen yet. Two children laid on the ground, one completely drained and the other was underneath the culprit.

“Quinn.” Sam growled, like his name was venom. Quinn pulled his fangs out of the second child, letting them fall onto a rock that was already covered in blood.

“Samuel.” The man laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Care to join me? I found two appetizers just running around your park.” He grinned, his fangs were extended and ready to cause damage.

“Get out, you know you arent aloud ‘round here.” He glared, stepping towards him. Quinn put his hands up in defense.

“Fine fine, I'll go. These two are already drained so have fun with cleaning up.” Quinn smiled, bowed and disappeared from the park. Sam ran a hand through his hair as he looked at the two children, they laid unmoving and weak. There was no way they would survive the night, hell they wouldn't survive 10 minutes.

–

Sam carefully shut the door behind himself. Vincent was leaning against the door, William was by his side.

“They’ll be ok, they’re sleeping right now and that's all they can really do.” Sam felt fuzzy. He had turned both of the kids and the Meridian was kicking his teeth in. He felt awful, the way their bodies were so limp and lifeless when they should have been excited and energetic. He was surprised he was able to turn them both, then again no one really knew about turning children.

After he turned them he called Vincent. His head throbbed and his heart hurt, Quinn was a monster for this. A downright despicable monster.

“And that's all they should do,” William said, taking Sam’s hand gingerly. “You gave them a second chance at life.” He said gently “I am removing your ability to invoke them, they don't need that power difference.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you, sir. What are we gonna do when the bloodlust wears off?” he questioned, looking at the door.

“That will come later– for now they need care, and guidance. I'm hoping those two things you can provide?”

“Yes sir, I can provide that.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted dad!sam au #redacted sam #redacted quinn #redacted bright #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick

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qasian-tech-support · 4 years

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#hhhhhhhhhh #i really need to learn not to stay up so late. i stayed up until 4am and woke up about 9-ish and now i am FILLED with anxiety #but its not like a *bad* anxiety exactly; its like a mix between excitement; nervousness; happiness; dread; etc etc #i just ordered some stuff last night (aka blew a chunck of my money) and im excited for it but also terrified that my dad may see it #(he thinks i waste a lot of money on a regular basis when in reality this is like the only stuff ive bought for myself in months; but it #wont help for him to see a bunch of packages);#and im surprised bc im actually looking forward to something and its got my mind racing; but im also mentally hitting my head on a wall bc #ive been in a shitty place mentally/emotionally lately (for a few months now) where it feels like i cant envision what a future for myself #may look like and its really hard to get out of #..okay maybe it is a little bit of bad anxiety..#i may be able to catch a little rest before i have to work but like. FUCK #me @my heart: could you perhaps not be irratic? all i had was a single mountain dew calm the fuck down #sorry for the infodump i just felt like i was going to burst #vent post #delete later

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

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All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

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Hey! I hope you’re doing good! Valentines Day is around the corner. Got any silly date headcannons for Soudam or Soul Bros?

I am good, just very busy haha!

And maybe not exactly date headcanons but I have been thinking a lot about an au where Soda and Gundham start dating online long distance, and more specifically what a mess their first valentines is, so I hope you’re okay with some ramblings haha

So I’m imagining Soda splurging on some really expensive custom chocolates for Gundham, gets little black hearts with purple decorations and makes sure to get a bunch of flavors Gundham has mentioned liking for sweets and stuff. It costs him like waaay more money than anyone should spend on chocolates, but he’s just blinded by the thrill of his first valentines in a serious relationship so he orders them anyways and has them shipped to Gundham.

Meanwhile, Gundham keeps things simple and writes an original love poem for Soda.. and then decides to also send him like 50 roses because he’s a romantic and extra and also super excited about his first serious valentines day lmao

(this got long oops)

Anyways, Gundham gets Soda’s present a few days early but doesn’t open it because they agreed they’d do gifts together on valentines day. So they’re video chatting around the time when Soda should be receiving Gundham’s gift, having a good time and being predictably mushy, and Soda’s doorbell rings. Gundham urges him to go get it, so Soda brings his laptop and sets it down on a counter so Gundham can see the door.

Gundham is so proud of himself when he see’s Soda open the door and immediately be met with a face-full of flowers... but then Soda starts sneezing... and backing away from the door... and oh jeeze now he’s off screen and Gundham can hear him distantly assuring the delivery guy he’s okay and telling him just to leave the flowers on the table next to the door.

Gundham waits a couple minutes just listening to Soda blowing his nose in the distance and staring at a comically large bouquet that he now realizes was both a bad idea and a waste of money.

Soda comes back, nose red and eyes puffy, and before he can even say anything Gundham is apologizing and telling him to just throw the flowers out and then apologizing again. Soda just awkwardly assures him it’s fine, and that it’s his fault for not reminding Gundham of his pollen allergy. Soda insists he loves them and that he’ll find a vase for them later after taking some allergy medicine, then picks up his laptop goes back to his desk.

They’re both feeling kind of awkward so Soda cuts the tension by making a joke about Gundham’s gift being so good it made him cry (watery allergy eyes are basically the same as crying, right?), and it does help a little. They decide it’s time for Gundham to open Soda’s gift.

When Gundham opens up the brown package paper and sees the chocolate box he doesn’t immediately recognize what it is. He like cocks his head at his camera and Soda just excitedly urges him to open it. Gundham opens it and sees all the fancy chocolate and his face immediately lights up! They look amazing and he can immediately tell Soda put a lot of thought into the designs and he’s laughing as Soda is asking him to show him them cus he never actually got to see how they came out.

Gundham shows him them and is like “I adore them my love! but you really didn’t have to get so many, I know vegan chocolates can be quite costly!”

and Soda just kinda pauses and is like “uh... vegan chocolate? Is all chocolate not vegan?”

And Gundham just kind of slowly lowers the box and is like “uh... yes dearest, most chocolates contain dairy...” and oops now they’re sitting in awkward silence...

Eventually Soda’s just like “Um, so maybe we just pretend we decided not to do gifts?”

But Gundham wont have it.

“Perhaps... we did not choose the best items to covey our affections, however I still cherish this gift... even if I cannot consume it.”

And that makes Soda smile a little. “I guess you’re right, and I really do think the flowers are pretty! Maybe I can just... put them out on the balcony or something?”

Gundham laughs. “Careful love, your neighbors may think you boastful.”

Soda laughs too and is just like “Fuck ‘em, it’s not my fault they don’t have the world’s best boyfriend.”

“Dearest I do not believe you have the world’s best boyfriend...”

Soda thinks Gundham is beating himself up and is about to protest but then-

“For it is I who have the best boyfriend.”

Gundham smiles at the camera and Soda just looses his mind laughing because that was so stupidly cheesy but also kind of touching and he’s just so happy that somehow despite their shitty gifts they’re still having a great day.

They set their gifts aside and talk for a while, swear they’ll do better next year as far as gifts go, and then Gundham remembers his poem and recites it for Soda. Soda is like legitimately almost crying by the end of it. Soda decides to try his hand at making a poem after once he’s calmed down a bit and comes up with something top quality like “roses are red, violets are blue, I think your cool, and also I love you” and they both spend a while laughing about it.

They spend the whole night chatting and... stuff lmao, and even if the day wasn’t perfect they both agree it was still a great valentines, and at least they don’t have to worry too much about how to top it next year lmao.

(Plus they realize while most the chocolates aren’t vegan, some of the dark chocolates without dairy fillings are, and also turns out roses are actually pretty okay for people with pollen allergies as long as they aren’t literally shoving their face into them! So it all sort of worked out!)

#I hope that was more or less coherent I was trying to write fast cus I really need to do homework rip #anyways happy valentines day guys hope you all have some fun with loved ones or with friends or just chilling with yourself!#because I will be suffering in class so please have fun for me!#soudam #Soda kazuichi #souda kazuichi #kazuichi soda #gundham tanaka #soudam ramblings #replies #anon #add to masterlist

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Memories

Part three to Home

Suna x fem reader

Atsumu x fem reader

Tags: still angst, light fluff, just a lot of Suna simping.

AN// let me know if you want me to continue the story.

Part Two: Silence

Part Four: Chance Encounters

You were the most beautiful girl Suna had ever seen. When he saw you that first day of school it was like the clouds in his normally dreary day parted and he could feel the sun. You weren’t in the same class much to his dismay. That didn’t stop the middle blocker from searching for your face in the crowds of the halls or the cafeteria. Though it was rare he stilled catch some glimpses. In those moments a war waged in his mind part of him wanted to go introduce himself, he wanted to know your name. To just be around you. But another side of his brain forbid that. Stating that he was fine were he was he would just interrupt your day. What would he even say to you. Hi I’m Suna I’ve been watching you since the first and even though I know next to nothing about you I can’t get you out of my head..... yeah no. He’d just sit back and wait for opportunity to knock. Suna curses himself for his laziness. He can’t describe how his heart stop the day his friend brought you to practice and introduce you as his girlfriend.

Though he kept his composure he felt as though the air was stolen from his lungs. This is the closesest he had ever to been to you and it was overwhelming to say the least. You stood there at Atsumu’s side smiling and greeting the team memebers and when your attention drew to Suna he realized his favorite thing about you was your eyes. You beautiful (e/c) eyes shown with so much light and happiness. When you smiled you smiled with your eyes, always getting this cute little crinkle. He shook his head at these feelings. You were taken and by one of his friends no less.

From that moment on you presence was always close by joining the boys for lunch or stopping by practice with little snacks you had made the team. Suna almost resents how easy he gets along with you. How simple it is to fall into a banter with you. He hates how calming it is when you’d sit next to him and laugh as you showed him some meme. He wanted to be annoyed with you ever time you’d put your foot down and insist he let you wrap his finger after a bad block. But he couldn’t you were just such a caring person. He’d try and give you some petty insults, maybe if he caused a rift between the two of you he’d feel better, maybe then if there was more space between you he’d feel less guilty for always being enraptured by you. But you’d always snap back with something just as clever or petty. You could go toe to toe in trading insults but both of you knew neither of you meant it. You’d always break out into that breathtaking smile after a few rounds of back and forth. He realized soon that he’d much rather keep you in his life as a friend even if he could never have you because at least he’d still see that smile. At least as your best friend he’d still see your eyes shine bright and he could take a small pleasure in knowing he brought some of that happiness.

“You need to calm down,” Suna turned to see Osamu taking the seat on the bench next to him.

Suna's hands run through his hair gripping the roots in frustration as he let out a yell.

“How the fuck am I supposed to be calm, she could be hurt or missing, and that ass is just sitting there! Two weeks! Lord knows what could have happened by now.” Hes shaking part of him wants to go back up and give Atsumu a few more licks but he knows no good will come from it.

“YN is a grown woman and she’s smart and strong and you know damn well she’d bitch you out right now for thinking she couldn’t handle herself,” the former ace chuckled.

“I’d much rather her here bitching cause at least then she’d be here,” he groaned rubbing his hand down his legs trying to let out some of his nerves. “Did you know?” He asked the grey haired twin.

Samu gave his quick glare of offense. “Absolutely not believe me if I’d known I would have been the one to deck him , you just beat me to it.”

“The last i heard from her was her birthday, maybe if I’d had stopped by and brought the Onigiri myself I could have been there for her,” he sighs.

“We’ll find her don’t worry,” his friend pats his back, “and then you can finally confess,”he smiles.

“I’m that obvious huh,” he sighed.

Samu let a loud laugh “ OH PLEASE we all knew, well maybe not YN she can be kinda blind ya’know,”

Suna shook his head laughing. He has to see you.

They returned home today from nationals. The loss to Karasuno was really starting to sink in now that was Suna was home sitting in his room alone the house quiet. He laid there berating himself for balls he failed to block. If I had just done better maybe my team would still be playing. Maybe - he was disrupted from his thoughts by the chime of the door bell. His parents were out of town this weekend. They had assumed like many Inarizaki would still be out in Tokyo fighting for first place. It was fine though Suna was used to being alone. But that just confused him more as he made his way to the door. Who could possibly be here. All he can say is he’d never except to open the door and see you standing there. Like always you stole his breath away.

“What yer not gunna let me in,” you teased “and to think I brought you snacks!” He just realized now she was carrying a grocery bag that looked pretty heavy.

“Give me that ya Dummy,” he said taking away the snacks, he stepped to the side allowing her entry.

“I figured you were hungry, but try to save me some,” she giggled. Suna just rolled his eyes as she took a seat on his couch.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned taking his seat beside her making sure to leave a respectable distance. Though he wants nothing more than to hold you close. He dismisses the thought as he rummages threw the goodies waiting for your response. He smiles seeing the package of milk bread you bought. He took it out and tossed it to you knowing it was your favorite. You smile and give a slight nod as a thank you.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone after the game, I know your probably thinking a whole bunch of nonsense right now aren’t ya?” She looked at him with a solem but knowing look. He cursed how well you knew him. Seeing as he had been doing just that before your arrival. His heart squeezed at the thought of you wanting to comfort him. It almost gives him a slight hope. What about Atsumu, he lost that game too.

“Why aren’t you with you boyfriend, he’s probably taking it harder than me,” he asks knowing he might ruin this little fantasy he has here with you. He sees a sad look cross your face at the mention of the setter. It’s not a look Suna wants to keep seeing.

“You’re right about that, Tsmu’s having a tough go of it,” she gave a soft smile. “But he said he didn’t want my pity and asked I leave,” Suna could see your eyes get a little glassy thinking back to the conversation.

“He’s an Ass.” The middle blocker states plainly.

“He’s just got a lot of emotions right now and wants his space, it’s okay.” But Suna can see your hurt. He knows it wont do any good to keep talking about it.

“His loss, now I get all of the snacks,” pulling out a bag of chips. “Want to watch a movie?”

That’s how the evening went the both of you curled up on the couch Suna had brought down some pillows and blankets and he wouldn’t lie he loved seeing you wrapped in his comforter. You went on and on about this anime you started and you nearly died when he agreed to let you show it to him, pumping your fist in the air going off about your favorite character and how he’s totally going to love him. Suna looks over at you and your wearing the biggest smile eyes wide with joy. This is will always be his favorite moment he thinks.

He’s right that moment still sticks out in his mind. He has plenty of great memories but that one right there is his favorite. He’s been thinking back on a lot of his memories of you lately.

It’s been seven months since your birthday and no one in your former circle new anything about where you were. You hadn’t talked to anyone. Your number was no longer in service and all of you socials have gone silent.

After a couple of days of looking for you Suna was ready to go to the Police and report you missing, ready to call every hospital and pray you are safe. At this point that’s all that matters to him. He can’t bare to think about anything bad happening to you but it’s hard to keep his mind out of the dark place. Osamu was the one to stop him. Luckily they had gotten in touch with their former captain and while Kita was sorry to hear about the situation and very disappointed in his junior for his actions. Every one was upset with Atsumu for his actions. Kita was gladly willing to help in the search. Still being in their home town he was able to pay your parents a quick visit. And while he was happy he could inform them both that your parents had heard from you the other day so your fine. That was all your parents could tell him, stating that you had requested to keep your privacy not wanting to talk to anyone. So while they knew the biggest detail they still knew nothing.

It hurt Suna the most. How could you just cut him off like that. You were the most important person to him how could you not know that. He fretted. He knows your hurting but why did you have to cut all of them off most importantly him. Part of him was so incredibly angry how could you not even say goodbye to him. Did his friendship really mean that little to you. But another part of him understood that he couldn’t possibly know what you are going through. All he knew is how much he missed your smiling eyes. He would give everything to see you again.

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thr-333 · 4 years

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Just Another Class Trip :) Part 2

Marinette sacrifices Adrien and then steals his alter ego.

First<>Next

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With the help of the staff Marinette is directed to the room she will be sharing with Chloe and Kagami. It was meant to be two to a room, but yada yada Lila yada yada medical condition yada yada tears= Lila gets her own room.

“Marinette,” Kagami spots her first, rising from the couch.

“Mari!” Chloe vaults over the couch and hug tackles her, Marinette barely moves an inch, “You should have heard all the shit Lila was saying on the way here, you’d think it be enough she got the class to leave you behind!”

“Perhaps it’s best if you do not,” Kagami pulls Chloe off her, “You didn’t answer your phone,”

“Flat,”

“Bags?”

“Stolen,”

“Lila?”

“Probably,”

“Well lucky for you housekeeping dropped this by earlier,” Chloe hands her a box, inside filled with essential items, tooth brush, hair brush, even a pair of pyjamas, along with a note

‘Courtesy of the Waynes, for Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng’

“Must be a generic package,” She had shrugged off the bellhops earlier saying her bags were lost.

“Well since you don’t have to unpack, help me with this,” Chloe leads her over to their kitchen that might actually be bigger than her houses.

On the counter beauty products are lined up along with random ingredients.

“We’re making face masks!”

“Correction, Chloe is making face masks,” Kagami scolds, “I argued that sleep would be more effective,”

“And yet you didn’t go to sleep,” Chloe teases, mashing up avocado.

“Well not without you,” Kagami smirks, making Chloe blush, but it’s not like her to back down.

“Awe, you’d wait for me~” Chloe relishes in the blush dusting Kagami's cheeks.

Marinette dry heaves, wondering how long they were going to keep pretending to flirt like this, each too stubborn to back down. They have been doing this more and more recently, great that they were more comfortable around each other but…

“How about we go to bed,” Marinette disturbs their challenging stares.

“Not without Kagami,”

“I already used that one,”

“I never said we’d use the bed for sleeping~”

“Hey!” Her exclamation doesn't get them to drop their staring contest, “Do either of you know what room Adrien is in?”

“End of the hall,” They both answer, not looking at her.

“Great,” Marinette hastily grabs her bag and the box, she could get ready in Adrien's room, away from the weirdness.

She practically runs down the hall, ignoring her Kwami’s snickering.

“Mari!” Adrien throws the door open for her, “Did everything go ok, you didn’t answer your phone, you look upset,”

“Sorted everything out with security no problems, Phones dead, Bag stolen,” She plops down on the couch next to Nino, “Chlo and Kags are driving me crazy,”

“How long have you been back?” She looks down at her watch.

“Three minutes,”

“Are they doing that thing again?” Adrien, Kwami bless him hands her a mug of coffee.

“Yep,” She takes a sip from the mug, she retracts that blessing “Betrayal! This isn’t coffee!”

“It’s hot chocolate,” Adrien is in the kitchen fixing another mug, “You need to go to bed, and coffee will keep you up,”

No she needed to go on patrol, and a coffee is vital to her surviving it.

“What’s up with Chloe and Kagami?” Nino takes off his headphones.

“They started teasing each other by jokingly flirting but their both too stubborn to back down," Marinette sighs, downing half the mug of hot chocolate so she can get herself a damn coffee, "So they get uncomfortable then we get uncomfortable and its overall very uncomfortable,”

“I think it’s kind of funny,” Adrien sits down next to her, mug in hand.

“It would be if they both weren’t horrible at flirting,” She steals the mug away from him taking a sip.

That is not coffee, that is sugar disguised as a liquid

“That’s the funny part,” Adrien smiles as she hands back the mug,

“Touche Agreste, Touche,”

“If you wanted you could sleep in my room,” Nino offers, oh so innocently.

“Thank’s Nino, but I would rather Alya not kill me,”

“Nah dude, I was going to stay with Alya anyway Madame Bustier wont mind,” Yeah their teacher really should learn not to trust teenagers, "So you can have my room,”

“Nino you are a godsent,”

Nino cleans up his few thrown about items and bids them adieu. Marinette was glad they could still talk, maybe they were even still friends. When you have the devil in one ear and her loyal sidekick in the other it is actually kind of impressive they still have a friendly relationship.

“So how’s your day been?” Marinette gathers up the strength to start a conversation after making her own coffee, and her mouth was only very burnt from chugging a hot drink.

“Good, Chloe took us to a supermarket, I brought a bunch of american snacks!”

Indeed he had, Marinette watches in mild horror as he plops bags full of junk food in front of her.

“I didn’t realise we were feeding an army,” Adrien starts rooting through the bags, “If a super villain comes after you because you brought all their favourite snacks in Gotham I’m not protecting you,”

“I’d just share with them,” Adrien hums, chomping down on a chocolate bar.

“... Yeah that could work,” Dear Kwami I have to protect this sunshine child, “Maybe,”

“Oi, don’t eat too much, I don't want to have to re tailor your outfit for the runway,” She teases, regretting it immediately as Adrien's shoulders sag.

“Sorry,”

“Adri I’m kidding,” She places a hand on his shoulder smiling gently, “I already made the measurements a bit bigger so you’re good.

“Have I ever told you you’re the best?”

“Not enough you haven't,” Marinette huffs in mock offence, “Now eat,”

She shoves the chocolate bag in his face, getting it all over his cheek. They both start laughing as Adrien tries to get his revenge. They end up falling off the couch, Marinette on top of him. Adrien is blushing a bright red, Marinette just grins and shoves the chocolate in his face before getting up.

She could almost laugh at how her younger self would react to that. It wasn't as if she didn’t like Adrien, well maybe not in that way anymore, she honestly hadn't put that much thought into it lately. Things just got busy she supposed, Akumas got harder, then she became the guardian, she started her fashion career. Actually her fashion career might be at fault.

Gabriel had started lending Adrien to model for her more and more. The man stepping further and further back from the fashion world, or the world in general, over the years for whatever the reason. At first she had been a blushing mess around Adrien, not directing him properly and making her work suffer for it. Overtime she had learnt how to handle it, getting less flustered every time they worked together. Now that she thought about it, when she had revealed her identity as MDC Adrien didn’t seem surprised; maybe her work attitude had bled into her regular life well before then.

Marinette is washing the chocolate off when a knock sounds at the door. Neither feel like walking to it so shout out ‘come in’. That turned out to be a mistake as Lila bursts into the room. How were they supposed to know Lila would actually knock?!

“Marinette you slut!” Lila all but screeches.

“Lila, you don’t have an audience and neither of us believe you,” Marinette comes out of the bathroom, already bored of the conversation she really needed to go, Lila and Marinette both.

“Well just wait, tomorrow the whole class is going to know what you did,” Lila gets up in her face, so close she can smell her perfume.

No not Lila's perfume her perfume.

“Right, sorry to say but there’s worse rumours than sleeping with a supermodel,” Marinette tries to edge her way around Lila, good excuse as any to dip out for patrol.

“Not if I say you forced him,” Lila looks way to self satisfied for what she is implying

I think the fuck not

“Nah,” Adrien shrugs, getting Lila’s ire turned on him, a noble sacrifice indeed.

“Nah?” Lila looks livid, “What do you mean Nah !”

“I’d just say I wanted to,” Adrien stays calm with Lila's face inches from him, Marinette gives him the thumbs up as she edges closer to the door, Adrien nods back.

She loved this version of the high road

“After all Marinette's super pretty and talented,” Adrien gushes, Marinette grins at the face Lila must be making, “Honestly your lie is so unbelievable, why would she ever go for someone like me?”

Marinette closes the door on Lila’s cursing response, saying a quick word of praise for Adrien's bravery and sacrifice.

At least he gets to see Lila’s reaction when she realises I’m gone

Marinette uses a back door of the hotel to get to the street, not wanting the staff to stop her and warn about the dangers. She skips along looking for a good place to change. The city was actually kind of beautiful at night, she feels drawn to it in a strange way.

“Marinette!” Tikki looks out from her scarf, “You forgot the Miracle box,”

“Shoot!” She looks back to the hotel, a few blocks away from it by now, “It’ll be fine Tikki I leave it at home all the time,”

“You’re not at home right now,” Tikki looks worried, those are her friends after all, “It’s a guardians duty-”

Marinette tries not to groan, she really does.

“I know Tikki, I know,” She looks over the buildings surrounding her, feeling a deep itch to see Gotham from the rooftops “But can’t I just be myself for once, not the guardian?”

“You are the guardian,” Tikki insists, before sighing, “Which means you can make your own decisions regarding the miracle box,”

“Thank you Tikki,” She hugs the little Kwami, “I promise to be back super quick, I just have to stop one bad guy, an eye witness account of Starling so I don’t just appear randomly, I won’t even need to go on patrol again after this,”

“Alright Marinette, I trust you,” Tikki nuzzles her cheek, easing Marinette's conscience.

With that she ducks out of sight to get changed. Her costume is pretty simple really. All she had to do was pull her infinity scarf up, discrete holes allowing her to see. She turns her skirt inside out to a black side, with white, purple, and blue detailing to stick to her Starling namesake. The skirt pulls over her shoulders, a zip down the middle allowing her more movement, and a zip to form a secret hood.

Ready to go she climbs up to the roof, super strength and speed making roof hopping easier. She supposed if someone looked too hard they would be able to piece together pieces of her costume but her ‘cape’ hides the detailing of her shirt. Besides if she has her way she won’t have to use this identity ever again, but she rarely has her way.

About ten minutes into her search through Gotham she spots a broken window. Not notable except that the lights are on. She lowers herself onto the fire escape and sure enough someone is being held at gunpoint.

“Excuse me,” Both people jump, spinning to look at Starling casual sitting on the broken glass on the window sill, “You seem to have a very rude house guest on your hands,”

“Who the hell are you!?” The burglar turns their gun on her.

“Just a stray passing through,” She gives a bright smile, and a very Chat like bow, “Starling at your service… milady,”

If I’m going Chat I might as go full Chat Noir, hope he doesn't file a lawsuit against me

“Ummm,” The woman looks very confused, but not as confused as the burglar.

“Would you like me to remove him from your home?”

“Ah… yes?”

With another smile Starling makes her move. In the split second it takes the burglar to register her offer she's standing in front of him. The gun moves a second too late as she ceases his arm, her strength being as good as handcuffs. She hits a pressure point her Aunt taught her to make him drop the gun, kicking it away. Pinning the man's arm behind his back she spins him around, zip tying his hands.

“What the fuck!!”

“That’s no kind of language,” Starling reprimands, pushing him towards the window, “Now apologise,”

“What?! No way fuck you!” Starling grins, hooking a bungee cord to his shirt.

“Alright then, bye!” She pushes him out the window.

His screaming doesn't stop even when she watches as he bounces back up, dangling out the window. She grins.

Ladybug would never get away with that

Tying the other end of the cord to a post, she double checks to make sure everything is secure before turning back to the victim.

“So sorry about the rude intrusion milady,” She bows again, in jest, “Have you contacted the police?”

“Yeah… what are you?”

“A Starling bird,” Starling spins, showing off her cape, the patterning placed to resemble wings, “I though the name would be a dead give away,”

“Yeah, but what are you? A Bat? Vigilante?”

“Vigilante yes, Bat not so much,” Starling can see as she looks more cautious after that, “Just happened to be passing through Gotham when I saw you in need of assistance,”

“Right... ok then...” She sits down, letting herself slump over the couch, “Ugh, this has been a terrible day,”

“How so?” Starling eyes up the kitchen, “Besides from mister bungee jump out there,”

“I was almost out of work this afternoon when a new rumour about the Wayne's blew up,” Starling nods along, turning the oven on and picking out ingredients.

“I work in the PR department at Wayne tower, do you have any idea how hard that is?!” Starling shakes her head finding a bowl but no measuring cups, she could just estimate.

“They have new bruises everyday,” Starling does look up to that, very concerned, “Don’t worry it’s not abuse or anything, they really are just dumbasses,”

Starling snickers a little bit at that, pouring in ingredients like second nature.

“I once asked mister Drake why he had a giant bruise on his forehead, he told me he passed out at his desk and just slammed into it!” Starling does laugh at that one, “Like?! How am I supposed to tell people that without sullying the Wayne name?”

“I think its funny,” She did clearly not agree, Starling changes the subject as she starts mixing “What was the problem today?”

“Nothin much really someone took pictures of mister Drake talking and giving a ride to some girl with black hair and blue eyes, and now everyone thinks she’s a Wayne,”

“That’s all it takes?” She starts placing the cookie dough on the baking tray, “Maybe I should apply?”

“Nah, you’d sooner be Batman's kid than Bruce Wayne's,” She cracks the first smile Starling has seen so far, “He’s got the same amount of kids, if not more,”

“Maybe they should share custody?” Starling puts the cookies in the oven, “Double the number each,”

“Yeah, how about no?” She smiles more, which is good, “I can’t imagine having to explain away the bruises the Bat kids get,”

Starling smiles, the sound of sirens now drawing close.

“I guess that's my cue to leave Milady,” Starling jumps up onto the window sill, the burglar still shouting below, “Take the cookies out in fifteen minutes,”

“Hey,” Starling looks back, “Thank you,”

“No problem,” Starling sends a dazzling smile, “Good night, Milady,”

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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Hiii I saw your requests are open so can I request kenma and his newlywed wife accidentally eating a bunch of aphrodisiacs they got from kuroo as a prank wedding gift 👀and yk they have a longggg ahead of them (also lmao they didn’t know it was aphrodisiacs until they actually looked at the packaging dummies thought it were just candies)

“kuroo that is not a wedding present, it’s a death wish”

pairing: kenma kozume x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (female recieving oral, choking, fingering, hickies, fucking (obvs) and nipple play) , fluff, aprodisiacs and wedding night

word count: 2300+

a/n: hi guys, happy holidays to you all, hope you enjoy this fic, i probably wont be as active and once mid january hits ill be on hiatus because of exams, but hopefully i can put out a ton of fics so you all don’t go hungry

summary: in which kuroo offers you some sweets, not realising what it was, you and kenma eat them all with a long night ahead of the both of you, once kuroo calls and reveals the truth you realise how idiotic your husbands best friend is

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The lights blared through the venue, the drinks in people’s hands as they tried to keep it afloat whilst dancing. One word to describe this wedding. Chaotic.

The wedding had been perfect, everything had worked out and you’d say that it was everything you and Kenma had dreamed of. With the wedding in full swing and the reception occurring where everybody let loose, you stood beside Kuroo talking about Kenma, who for the entire day hadn’t touched any sort of game. You were shocked and even told him if he didn’t like the dancing and partying, he could head up early and play a game.

He quickly refused and you assumed Kuroo had told him off if he dared even breath an air about any of his games. The wedding had had everything you had wanted, it was every brides dream to have such an over-the-top wedding. It was all down to the money that both you and Kenma had saved and especially Kenma’s because who wouldn’t want their future wife to have the fairy-tale wedding they wanted.

You sat at the bar, Kuroo talking as you saw Hinata and Kenma talking on the other side. Kuroo passed you a drink trying to not spill it on your reception dress, it was a lot more moveable and freeing than your ceremony dress. Kenma loved seeing you in it, his mouth in awe as you walked towards him and all he could see was his future.

You had of course cried but kept it undercover to not ruin your make up, all in all everything had worked out and seeing most of the drunk guests had made it all the better.

“Here, I got you some sweets.” Kuroo passed a packet of what looked like jellied sweets. “I know you haven’t eaten that much.”

He passed you the packet you shrugged taking a couple, “mmm these are nice, I’m going to give some to Kenma.”

He nods a smirk on his face which you ignore easily, you make your way through the guests, some congratulations which made you stop and eat even more sweets whilst conversing with them. You finally go to Kenma, a smile on his face with his long hair creeping down his suit, he had taken the tie off and unbuttoned the top buttons to show his collar.

It looked ever so pretty, so kissable, you giggled walking towards him, he raises an eyebrow just as you stop in front of him, “kitten, is everything all right?”

“Kuroo got me some sweets, have some?” You pushed the packet to his face, he shook his head before taking the bag putting it to his mouth, as he chewed the rest of them. “Hey, they were my sweets.”

You pouted but as soon as you touched his arm you felt a lust wash over you, he looked at you with kindness in his face before grabbing a hold of your jaw, bringing his mouth to your ear. “I never told you how beautiful you looked today.”

You laugh leaning against his body, “Baby, you’ve told me multiple times today.”

He gives a hefty laugh before taking your hand, “let’s get out of here.”

“You want to leave our own wedding early.”

He makes your jaw move to his neck; you comply kissing his neck occasionally. “It’s not leaving early, we’ll be back.”

You roll your eyes, letting him lead the way, you left the venue as quickly as you could, glad that the hotel was just opposite, it was fancy and way to flashy for anything small, but for your wedding night it was perfect.

The chilly air had hit your exposed arms, Kenma putting his suit jacket around. His smell lingered around you as you snuggled in the jacket, he took his key card from the pocket, his hands lingering on your waist. He smiled taking your hand to the elevator, standing behind you as he face went to your neck. In an instant, his lips lingered along your collar, moving up towards your jaw, your head arched to his shoulder, wanting more of his lips.

The door quickly opened, and he almost dragged you to the hotel room, it was perfect and big, and the bed looked comfortable enough for what was about to happen. He held your waist softly, before kissing you. His lips leaving the lingering taste of those sweets Kuroo had gotten you, he put you on the bed, taking the jacket off before slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

You giggled feeling intoxicated even without being drunk, a rush filled through you, you leant against your arms, watching his strip his shirt off, his chest on show for you. He didn’t say anything, going to the floor before moving your dress up and finding his face at your thighs.

“Ken…” You were about to speak but felt his hands attach to his inner thighs, encased in the fabric you couldn’t see his action, but the movement of your underwear was all you needed before you felt his tongue brush in the insides of your walls.

The slick already coming from your cunt, “already wet for me.” He murmurs before devouring you, you couldn’t speak, heavy moans flowing out for your mouth. “Kitten, moan for me.”

He continues to use his tongue inside of you, you wanted to grab onto his hair but used the next best thing, your legs twitching, crushing his head between your thighs. His movement was quick, and he kept his mouth on you, sucking your insides like some sort of drink. He kept on going at it, the lewd moans erupting from your mouth, before you felt the slick becoming heavier and heavier, knowing that you were about to cum.

“I’m…I’m going to c…cum.”

He sucks and eats you one more time before the cum fell out from your cunt, the way you felt his mouth try and capture the orgasm from your cunt, it gushed out and you felt some dribble down your thigh. He came out from under your dress, his face freshly wet. He smirked seeing your faint look already from only cumming once. “How many times should I make you cum tonight, kitten, lets make it a game.”

He kissed you again, you could taste your cum before he quickly helped you take the dress off. It fell easily, Kenma watching how your body looked and felt against his own. He began to speak as you were left in your bra, he slowly un did it, his fingers moving up and down your back. “If I make you cum three more times then I win.”

“Yes master.” You spoke with ease, the words falling out of your mouth. He wanted to make you feel everything tonight not just as his newlywed wife but as his future.

He grinned from ear to ear, he enjoyed the word it made him feel like a game master making the decisions and he was definitely making the shots tonight. He pushed you against the headboard, your body on show as he un did his trousers that had gotten tighter, the bulge prominent.

You took a deep breath watching as he encased his hands in a cage around your body. You felt ever so small against his frame, but he didn’t care he kissed you with pace again, his hands moving to your breasts, massaging and softly flicking his fingers against your hard nipples. “You’re going to be a good little kitten for me.”

“Yes.” You moaned, it was heaven in his ears, he wanted to keep hearing you moan, especially his name.

He quickly removed his boxers, a lack of warning as he pushed his cock between your thighs, “my little kitten.” You felt his body press against your own, the way his cock jolted inside of your cunt.

“Kenma.” You moaned as his thick cock filled your entire cunt, you felt suffocated but loved it, his lips pressing to your neck and chest, your own hands moving to his soft long hair. You grabbed at it tugging as he began to thrust, it was quicker and faster almost needy like the first time you had ever had sex.

His thrusts going deeper and deeper each time, your legs almost wrapping behind his own. You just wanted to encase him, make him go deeper, you moaned his name continuously, “come on kitten, being a g…good girl.” He moaned out himself, his continuous blabbering as his pace quickened even more.

“I want more.” You whisper in his ear, the three words making his thrust deeper inside of you. You could feel him hit you, almost see the indent in your stomach, even after the continuous moans his pace remained consistent. He normally would be able to go for at least two rounds, but the amount of energy he was exerting made him believe he was able to go for twenty if you wanted too.

You kissed his neck, sucking at his pale skin, you loved how easily it was to mark his skin and under the soft candles that surrounded the room. You felt in heaven, he moved one of his fingers to your clit, playing with it before feeling the slick, he brought it in his fingers before shoving it in your mouth, his thrusts quickening as he knew you were ready to cum.

You sucked on his fingers, feeling filthy and dirty but enjoying it all. He loved the way your tongue would swirl around his fingers, sucking at it, the knot in your stomach was beginning to untie and quickly you heard Kenma speak, “cumming so quickly, kitten, let’s make you cum another time.”

He mutters, having not cummed at all, just wanting to bring you pleasure, his thrusts began to become sloppier as he felt all the cum from you gush out of your sweet cunt. It dripped down your thighs, but he kept on going. “You’re going to cum with me next time.” You nod not being able to speak, his pace quickening again.

He grabbed a hold of your throat, his fingers moving away from your mouth, going to your hair. He brushed it to the side, admiring you whilst thrusting back and forth. His hand on your throat tightened as you felt more entrapped in his body. You moaned whilst he admired your body, your face, how pretty his wife was.

“You’re going to make your husband cum, aren’t you.” He was almost taunting you whilst up in your ear, he bit your ear lobe, another moan engraving the air.

The continuous moans crept out from your mouth, the growls and grunts from his own, he wanted to win, and he would do anything to do so. But the quick pace he had, the furious way you could almost imagine the marks around your throat and how his hand moved to play with your nipples.

You felt bruised and fucked to the core…literally. His thrusts became sloppier your first two times cumming already making it easier for his cock to stretch you out even more. He moved his mouth to your ear, you could feel his heavy breath against you, feel him moan your name. “You’re gonna make me cum, good girl.”

The praise made your insides warm up, but you could feel yourself cum again. “I need to cum.” You seethe out, he smirks looking at you directly, his hand grabbing your jaw to face you.

“Cum with me.” He whispers as you both cum together, the feeling of the slick falling down your thighs, the way your insides felt filled with the white liquid. “My perfect wife.”

You felt giddy but tired, “I win.” He praises himself.

“You win.” You murmur, he had collapsed beside you, his arm wrapping around your naked body, sweat and cum filling the air as your head laid on his chest.

You felt the sound of his phone go off, he muttered some profanities, moving his hand to where his jacket had been chucked on the bed. Taking his phone, he saw Kuroo’s name pop up. “I don’t want to go back.” You spoke tiredly.

You closed your eyes as Kenma answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Oi, did you two have some fun.”

You smirked knowing Kuroo was teasing the gamer boy. “Fuck off Kuroo.”

“Wow, it must have been amazing, is Y/n sore.” You laughed wanting to speak but unable to, Kenma’s hands moved to your hair playing with the few sweaty strands against your forehead.

“Kuroo I real…”

Kuroo quickly interrupted you could almost feel his smirk on the other line, “did you two eat all those sweets?”

“Yeah, so?” You speak wastefully.

He laughs before passing the phone to Bokuto, “Oi, Bokuto, they ate all the sweets, idiots.”

You and Kenma were both confused, he went to grab his jacket trying to find the packet which he had shoved down his pocket. He looked at the label pissed off, “surprise it’s a wedding present.”

Kuroo laughed as Bokuto was in hysterics, “what is it?” You questioned confused but content with your husband.

“We got you them, we thought you wouldn’t eat them all duh.” Kuroo laughed out, Kenma passed the packet and shock was ridden on your face.

“Kuroo that is not a wedding present, it’s a death wish.” You scolded out even though the night was the best wedding sex you’d ever had.

“I’m going to kill you.” Kenma seethed out.

“No you’re not, now go have some more fun.” Kuroo hanged up the call, Kenma chucking his phone before rubbing his face, he looked down at how perfect his wife was, and he didn’t care that Kuroo had gotten aphrodisiacs sweets for the two of you.

“Round two?” He smirked out.

You laughed, moving your body up, to reach his face. “You want to beat 3 times.”

“Yeah, I haven to become the ultimate games master.” You laughed encasing his lips in a soft kiss, it wasn’t filled with lust or need, it was your future and you both knew the rest of your lives had started. Together.

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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in the stars - chapter 4

photo credit - @ssa-emilyhotchner

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon typical criminal minds, stalking, angst. pretty tame chapter

summary - “I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent.

a/n - hi besties. so this chapter is p short compared to the last one, i had like 7k something chapter 4 and it just didnt feel right, BUT that means chapter 5 is basically done i just need to edit it soooooooooooo hopefully wont take a long time lol! enjoy, heart yall forever

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chapter 3 / chapter 5

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The rest of the team was left in various levels of shock. Everyone was struggling to process the bomb of information that had just been revealed. With hindsight, it was easy to connect the strange levels of tension and intimacy that radiated between you and Hotch. What was more difficult to swallow, was the new understanding that Hotch had been keeping this secret for nearly five years. Random ‘trips’ that Hotch would take out of state or the subtle sprinkles of wealth showing up in the form of gifts suddenly made sense.

This was completely uncharted territory for the entire team. Given Hotch’s history, it wasn’t too difficult to understand how protective he may be of any relationships post-Haley; but the magnitude of your relationship- both in terms of your status as well as length-, and the withholding of information even on the case was a different form of betrayal that couldn’t be kicked under the rug.

Hotch had always been one of the fiercest advocates for unity, truth and an equal playing field when it came to information concerning a case,- Morgan was still feeling second hand embarrassment for Jordan- for him to be the one to hold back such influential info was difficult to fully wrap their heads around. Anger, of course, was felt and there would certainly be time for that anger- not even getting started on the amount of questions everyone was bound to have-, but as the team was silently processing, they all reached similar conclusions. Hotch was displaying a softness and side of him they hadn’t seen in a very long time and they wouldn’t let their valid frustrations get in the way of solving this case.

Morgan was the first to speak, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I need to text Garcia about this.” He said, shaking the phone a bit. Everyone managed to laugh at that, all certain that Garcia would have the most interesting reaction to the news.

“You know…, the other day when she was giving me a tour of her house, I pointed out a bottle of Dalmore 25 she had on the wall. She got really weird about it and I thought she was trying to play modest, but this, this makes a lot more sense.” JJ remarked lightheartedly.

“So now we know Hotch has some game then, huh?” Morgan quipped, a large grin on his face. When everyone just stared blankly back at him, even more confused than they already were he continued. “Do you all not remember when he ‘magically’ got a bottle of Dalmore 45, those start at twelve grand”

Reid was about to open his mouth and add to the conversation, but just as the words were leaving his mouth Hotch stormed back into the conference room. One hand was tightly balled in a fist while the other was gripping his phone.

“She’s not answering her phone. Three times, it went straight to voicemail.”

“She isn’t on set today, when she left this morning she told me she had work related errands to run.” Emily recounted, racking her brain for any more info about your whereabouts.

Hotch strode over to an open laptop at the edge of the table, quickly hitting a series of buttons until a very flustered Garcia appeared on screen; her mouth dropping open when she saw Hotch.

“Questions later Garcia,” Hotch opened, already anticipating that someone Derek would have informed her of the latest news, “I need you to track Y/N. I want her current and last location.”

“Yes sir! I uh, I will do that right now for you.” Garcia responded, clearly doing her best to hold back the hoard of questions and comments she had. The sound of her vigorously typing filled the room. “Alright sir, so the bad news is that it looks like her phone is currently turned off, but! The last place it pinged at was outside of Chateau Marmont about three hours ago. Which for those of you who don’t know this place is notorious for being the A-lister hideaway-”

“Garcia, do a wide search for her name and location for today’s date. Check to see if there’s been any media sightings on her whereabouts.” Hotch ordered. He hadn’t forgotten how uneasy it had made him once he found out how easy it was to locate you. Paparazzi were a different form of ruthless and he’d never realized how difficult it actually was for people in the spotlight until he met you.

“Let me see…, yes sir you are right! I’m getting a bunch of hits of her entering the-” Garcia’s sentence falling off with an ‘oh’.

“Garcia, what’d you find?”

A headline popped up on the screen.

“Emma Co-Stars Pictured Together Out At Lunch: Has The Love Moved Past The Screen?”

Underneath, multiple photos of you quickly loaded. There you were, cheerily standing next to your co-star, looking up at him with a big grin on your face. The photos showed the two of you in different positions as you made your way inside. A few of him as he opened the car door for you. One of you with your arm wrapped loosely around his while you walked up the door. One of you ducking under his arm as you entered the restaurant.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone did their own mini attempt at profiling the photo. It was difficult, you’d clearly proven to be a great actress and they knew you were capable of manipulating your outward emotions. It was even more difficult considering it was just a handful of mediocre quality photos.

Hotch was tightly gripping the edge of the table, forcing himself to keep a level head. He knew it was unreasonable to get angry over the idea of you with another man, but it didn’t help the pang in his heart as he recognized the genuine signs of happiness you were emitting.

“JJ,” Hotch said, voice dangerously calm, “call the restaurant and have them discreetly tell Y/N that ‘Andi’ is calling her.” Discretion was the highest priority for him, the envelope being even further confirmation that the unsub was closely trailing you. The last thing he wanted to do was either trigger a violent reaction or cause him to go underground.

Back when the two of you had been together, out of an abundance of caution, you used to refer to Aaron as ‘Andi’ in public. You hated not being able to thank him in speeches or mention him in any capacity, so this had been your best way around it.

“Yes sir.” JJ responded, quickly moving out of the room to make the phone call.

“Garcia, do you have any leads on the kid that dropped off the envelope?” Hotch asked.

“No sir. The car he left in was reported stolen a few days ago with no leads as to where it went. Camera feeds loose the car about three blocks away and his face was too obstructed to get any hits that way.”

“Alright, once JJ comes back with confirmation Y/N’s gotten the message, I’m going to pick her up. I want the rest of you to work with Garcia and categorize these photos. Cross reference whatever you can to get a timeline.” Hotch ordered, the rest of the team not being to be told twice.

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“Where the hell are you?” Aaron demanded.

Even through the phone, you could tell he was absolutely seething. It was bad, by the time you had picked up the phone you’d amassed a total of twenty texts and nearly ten missed calls from Aaron; not even mentioning the individual missed calls you had from each member of the team. It was bad, but in your defense it had been less than an hour from the first missed call to your current response.

What could you say? You were big on not being on your phone when you were spending time with friends.

“What do you mean, where the hell am I,” you answered, rolling your eyes as you leaned up against one of the private bathroom countertops. “How did you describe it before Agent? I’m very in ‘demand’.”

You could hear him groan through the phone and wondered if he was running his hands over his face; something he used to always do when you were being difficult; he absolutely was.

“Y/N-”

“I’m on a date.” You responded flatly. The other end of the line went silent. As you were debating whether or not you should add the part about it being a publicity date, Aaron’s voice came through.

“End it. I’m picking you up. The drive there from the station shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes.” Aaron said, his voice dangerously even.

“I’m perfectly capable of getting back to the station on my own Agent. I don’t need you stirring up an absolute scene-”

“Y/N,” he started, voice commanding in a way that told you he was serious, “a package was delivered to the station today. Filled with hundreds of photos of you over the years,” he paused again and you could hear him take a deep breath before continuing, “there’s photos of us in there. The unsub knows.”

You went silent, mouth opening over and over, unable to find anything to say. You had always envisioned a world where you and Aaron were some sort of ‘public’ knowledge, but never like this, obviously never like this.

“Y/N, I need to come get you,” Hotch said, his voice much softer now, “I can’t-, I need to see that you’re safe.”

“I’ll make something up,” You said quickly, before adding, “there’s a private valet area, I’ll send you the instructions to get past the gates and I’ll let the security know you’re coming to pick me up.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t draw any attention to yourself.” And with that he hung up, leaving you stunned in the bathroom. You gripped the edges of the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror. You wished you could stay in the bathroom for hours, desperately needing some time to privately process what Aaron had told you.

That wasn’t in the cards for you though, so you quickly did some pointless attempts at ‘straightening’ your appearance- more for your benefit than anything else- before you turned the lock and left back for your table

You slipped back into your seat across from your friend and co-star Johnny.

“Your friend alright?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a small smile, “she’s fine. But my Agent called me when I was in there, she apparently managed to set up some last minute FBI consult to help me prep for an audition I have coming up. According to her, she ‘pulled a lot of strings for this’.” You said, rolling your eyes. The lie sliding out of your mouth with ease. “Whoever this FBI dude is, is supposed to come pick me up right about,” you looked down at your phone, “now apparently. So I guess our little date has to end early.” You said, giving him an exaggerated sad pout.

Johnny rolled his eyes at that, giving you a small laugh. The two of you were both equally uninterested, romantically, in each other. But you did get along quite well, so being ‘forced’ into hanging out with each other outside of filming wasn’t bad; you’d probably hang out outside of filming anyway

“No worries, we still on for running lines later tonight?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, before nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, help me flag down the waiter, I want to get one last drink in before I go.”

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About twenty minutes later you found yourself waiting out in the private courtyard of the restaurant. You were doing your best to calm your nerves, this being the first opportunity you had to try and process what Aaron had told you. You should’ve seen it coming, if the stalker was so obsessed with you, he must’ve noticed Aaron in your life at some point. But you had been so careful.

Then the other obvious thing hit you. His team knew. You were wondering how the team had taken the news when you saw the black SUV come into view. Aaron quickly stopped the car in front of you and before you could move to open the passenger door yourself, he was out of his seat in a flash, coming over to where you were standing.

For a moment you were both silent. You felt tiny under his unrelenting gaze, his eyes scanning your entire being as he ensured himself you were okay.

Without thinking, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, ensnaring his arms tight to his side. As soon you realized what you did, you were internally kicking yourself, moving to loosen your arms nearly as fast as you had put them there.

“Aaron I-”

Before you could finish your attempted apology, Aaron had pulled his arms from under yours and repositioned them around you, pulling you tightly against him. Your head naturally fit perfectly under his and you took in a deep breath, letting his scent surround you. It was cliche, but you both were thinking about how perfectly your bodies melded against each other.

You felt his hand rest gently on the back of your head, gently stroking down your hair in a steady rhythm. “I got you.” He whispered, so quiet you nearly didn’t hear it.

You pulled your head back so you could look up at him. “I’m scared.” You said, admitting it aloud for the first time.

Aaron was staring hard down at you, his face soft. “I know,” he started, moving a piece of hair away from your face, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?”

You nodded at that, missing his warmth when he started to pull away from you. He kept a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the passenger seat. He opened the door and helped you in, gently shutting the door behind you. As soon as your door was shut he wasted no time in getting in the driver's seat, starting the car up again. With a quick check to make sure your seatbelt clicked was in, Aaron peeled out of the parking lot.

A few floors above the courtyard, in one of the private hotel rooms, a curtain was angrily thrown shut.

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The Golden Room - A 70s Lesbians Witcher Fic

Part four of Snow and Dirty Rain

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We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Richard Siken, "Snow and Dirty Rain"

The dykes are always the first to go. That was a fact Geralt had gotten used to. It doesn’t surprise her, and it hadn’t upset her much before. This time, though, her eyes burn as she walks in the door, a pink slip in her pocket. She drops her coat on a chair.

Jaskier looks up from where she’s scribbling in her notebook and before even saying hello, asks, “What’s wrong, baby?"

“Got laid off,” she says roughly.

Jaskier rounds the table and pulls her close. Between their two incomes, supporting the three of them had been a close thing. She says, “I’ll work more nights.”

Geralt wants to say no but bites her tongue. Jaskier knows how she feels about the risks her work poses. She breathes in the sweet smell of Jaskier’s shampoo. “I don’t want you to.”

“I don’t want to either, but what else are we going to do?”

“We’ll figure something out. I’ll find another job.”

“The rent is due soon.”

“I know.”

There isn’t much more to say.

Vesemir calls the next day and Geralt swears the old woman has a psychic ability to tell when something is wrong, no matter the distance between them. The longer Ciri is with them, the more she thinks it might be a parent thing. Jaskier sits leaning against Geralt’s shoulder to listen in.

“There’s always work for you here,” Vesemir says.

Jaskier raises her eyebrows in a question at Geralt, who shakes her head and answers both of them.

“I couldn’t leave Ciri and Jaskier for that long.”

“I meant all of you.” Geralt can hear the look on Vesemir’s face that asks are you stupid, kid?

“We wouldn’t want to impose,” Jaskier says, pressing close to join the conversation.

“No imposition, you’re family. Get that Yennefer to bring y’all down Monday, she can have the guest room for the night.”

And just like that, it’s more or less figured out.

Yennefer jumps at the chance to see Vesemir again. They pack themselves into her battered purple car with bags of groceries and a bottle of Vesemir’s favorite whiskey. Jaskier and Yennefer fight over control of the tape deck before letting Ciri pick. They speed down the highway, “Mercedes Benz” blaring. Geralt can’t help smile as the noise of the city fades away, replaced by the shout of the wind and her little family singing along.

The old farmhouse is much like its owner, weathered and grey in a way that would be imposing if not for the brightness of the life within. Vesemir is waiting for them on the front porch, arms crossed and grinning. Ciri looks between her and Geralt as they climb out of the car, then down at herself.

“I see what you meant, Yen,” she laughs. Between their hair, faded jeans, work boots, and muted flannels, the three look uncannily similar.

“Told you,” Yennefer says. “You were meant to end up here.”

Geralt drops their bags on the step and tackles Vesemir in a bear hug.

“It’s good to see you too, kid.”

“Been too long.”

Vesemir pulls away and smacks Geralt upside the head. “Now, who’s fault is that?” She holds her hand up before Geralt can protest. “Introduce me to my grandkid.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Geralt beckons her up. “This is Ciri.”

Ciri squares her shoulders and tips her chin up. “Good to meet you.”

Vesemir looks her up and down appraisingly. “Can you ride?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Then that’s our first order of business.” Vesemir throws an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into her side. “Why don’t we let Geralt put y’all’s stuff away and I’ll show you around. The ladies can put their feet up for a bit.”

“Hey!” Geralt protests even as she picks the bags up again.

“Vesemir is absolutely right, that long drive was just exhausting.” Jaskier fans herself dramatically.

“And you didn’t even do anything,” says Yennefer.

“Nothing but enjoy your company, darling.”

“You-!”

Jaskier darts up the steps, giggling, with Yennefer hot on her heels. She pauses to drop a kiss on Vesemir’s cheek before heading into the house.

It doesn’t take long for them to decide to stay. They hadn’t talked about what they were going to do next, too grateful to want to ask too much but the next morning over breakfast Vesemir looks up from her coffee and says, “I’m not sure how attached y’all are to the furniture you got in the city, but you’re welcome to the truck if you want to bring anything else down.”

“Honestly, a coat of paint and this place would be nicer than anywhere else I’ve ever lived,” says Jaskier, “furniture included.”

Vesemir smiles. “Then we’ve got our first task. Ciri, what color’d you like?”

She thinks about it for a long moment. “Yellow. Bright yellow.”

“Yellow it is, then.”

Vesemir introduces Ciri to the horses when Geralt goes into town to buy paint. Ciri decides that Applejack is her horse. Applejack has yet to agree, but with time and sugar cubes, Ciri is determined to win him over.

Geralt comes back with paint, and brushes, and a package of seeds that promise to someday be a feast. Jaskier’s eyes light up and she claims a plot by the porch as her garden.

“So I can sit in the shade and keep an eye on it,” she explains. She’s got a wide-brimmed hat on and her hair tied up, a pair of Ciri’s jeans too short at her ankles, and Geralt has to push the hat back and kiss her.

Vesemir kneels in the dirt beside her and shows her how to build a mound and press the squash seeds into the middle, how to make furrows for the carrots, and put marigolds around the edge to keep off the bugs. Together, they plant the seeds.

“Good work,” Vesemir says. “It’s been a long time since I’ve kept a garden here. It’s too much work for one person.”

“Most things are,” says Jaskier. “Most things are, honey.”

They don’t end up using the truck. Yennefer drives down again the next weekend, the rest of Jaskier’s clothes, her records and record player, and Geralt’s few books in the trunk. Jaskier runs an extension cord out the kitchen window and sets the record player up on the porch. Geralt and Vesemir argue over their plan of attack, but settle on taking the week to do the work, one side of the house at a time, top and bottom. Ciri ends up with soap in her hair and Jaskier’s top is soaked through by the time the walls are clean, and they have to take a break for lemonade. They tape off the window trim and pull the chairs away from the wall. Vesemir starts at the top with Geralt, claiming her knees are too old to get on the ground. Ciri obliges and lays on her belly to paint the edge where the porch meets the wall.

The project grows, as projects are wont to do. The house’s bright color makes the trim look dirty, so white joins the yellow splatters on their jeans. A rainy weekend leaves the kitchen bright green, cans of blue waiting at the foot of the stairs for the bedrooms and the next storm. Summer is beginning to frizz Jaskier’s hair by the time they finish and the house matches the riot of color outside.

Vesemir teases them for their taste and Ciri says, “That’s what you get for inviting a bunch of queers into your house.”

There is a glint of victory in the smile Geralt and Jaskier share at that, satisfied in the knowledge that they have done well. After dinner, Ciri and Vesemir do the washing up and Geralt follows Jaskier onto the porch.

Fireflies flicker over the dirt road. They stand for a long moment at the rail, a breeze keeping the night from unpleasant heat.

“Thank you. For coming here.” Geralt doesn’t say for me but Jaskier knows her well enough to hear it.

Jaskier leans back against Geralt’s chest. She sighs, looking out past the small garden she’s planted beside the porch and the wide fields beyond. Geralt’s arms wrap around her and she feels very peacefully small.

“I knew I’d be happy here because you and Ciri are happy. And I am, but I’m happy here for me, too. All of this isn’t what I thought I wanted but it’s good in a way I couldn’t have predicted, putting down roots. I’ve never been in one place long enough to do that before.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Geralt says.

She smiles softly and says, “Kiss me.”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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What if Kaito, Haru and Kin ask their parents if they can go camping with them but knowing overhaul ohh lord 😣😂💀

YEEEEEEEES, SUFFER HUSBAND OF MINE, SUFFER

"No." He said at least for the hundred time on only one hour. His kids still annoying him to get what they wanted.

Why the hell did they wanted to go camping out of all the things in this god for saken universe..?

"Pwetty please papa?" His three years old pleaded with shining golden eyes as Kaito still remained his stoic gaze but with his pout at show.

"We never went to those things!" The boy complained while he just groaned, wanting nothing more to hear the absolute silence.

"We asked mommy and she told us that we're only going if you allow!" Kaito say a bit annoyed as his frow increased.

"And I don't allow this." He growled, hitting his book slightly on gis legs as he glared at his son back "No is still a no. Brat."

Kin gulped a bit at seing the tense atmosphere between her daddy and older brother before she chirped in glee and relief at seing you entering the room.

"What is going on here? Staring competition?" You giggled before picking Kin up in your arms.

"Daddy won't let us go camping mom!" "This rascal is getting on my nerves."

You and Kin shared a look while they both returned to glare at each other before. You sighed and sitted in the middle of your two boys.

"Kaito if Daddy doesn't want to go then you have to respect him my soldier."

"But if he doesn't go he won't let US go either!" He huffed and you deadpanned at that, knowing that your son wasn't telling any lies.

"Have any idea how those places can be dirty and infected? I wont care for two sick brats when we get home after." He growled before you coughed in mockness.

"Is more likely you to get sick since the kids immune system are way better than you-" you yelped at the pinch he gave to your butt, Kin giggling at your high pitch sound while Kaito only glared at his father even more.

"Haru is going! Im sure uncle Kurono is going to let her!"

"Right then." Chisaki growled, picking his book again "If Blockhead goes with his daughter then we go as well." He sayed confindently, knowing that Hari would tell his own brat the same thing he told his rascals.

"Chronostasis I despise your entire fucking existence, I will kill you son of a-"

"Kai calm down! Is just for three days!" You pushed his chest a bit to prevent him getting closer to Kurono who was pale as a fucking ghost, but stoic face as ever, while he carried his daughter out of the car.

He couldn't just say no to Haru! She never went camping before! And how the fuck was he suppose to know that Kai had made a deal with his own kids that involved HIM NO LESS?!

"Mommy look how many bags I got!" Kaito exclaimed in smugness at you while his father started to scratch at his arm with his gloved hand, looking around with only disgust on his eyes.

"Kaito baby! You might hurt yourself!" You crouched down a bit to pick the things, smilling at your son's pout before rolling your eyes and giving him two bags.

"There is so many trees in here!" Haru said in awe, giggling at her father's petting while he took her bag.

"So many germs and infections." You heard your husband mutter darkly from behind you, hives appearing on his face while he controlled himself to not just scrub his skin as he closed the car.

"Love dont worry." You cooed on his side, giggling at kin whose was following with her golden eyes a blue butterfly and giggling a bit "This area in spefic is way more cleaner and close to the city than the others..."

"Is still dirty..." he growled under his breath, walking and glaring at his older defiant who was the most responsible for this.

He loved that little shit but fucking hell.

"Three days sweetheart." You cooed again before placing your lips on his cheek lovingly, smilling at seing his shoulder has eased a bit from the tension "It passes like a flash."

"It doesn't. I will put you on a room with nothing to do, then we will se if three days pass like a flash." He say it nonchantly while you giggled and shook your head.

"Daddy look!" Haru exclaimed looking up at her father "There is a river right there!"

"Yep. Is a clean one, so its safe flower."

"A bunch of filth animals goes in there to-"

"Kai." You warned while he only scoffed and crossed his arms.

God you loved your husband, but you really hoped he wasn't staying this grumpy all the time.

It was starting to get dark and you and Chrono were in the job of getting the fire done while your husband got the tends done... actually he used his quirk but whatever.

You wanted to laugh so badly when he had bought that tend that stayed like, two or four palms away from the ground, supported by iron bars... You noticed that day that he had only bought one at the start and when you suggested to buy one for Kurono he only glared at you with a no.

Luckily for the arrow haired man you used your puppy eyes. And now him and his daughter were also safe from some bugs entering.

"Looks good Kai!" You chirped when he finished, scoffing a bit at hearing your comment.

"It was me that made it."

Kurono snickered while putting the wood together while you deadpanned with a sarcastic smile.

"Arrogance is high as always huh?" You grunted before sitting down, smilling at the kids popping their heads out from the tend and jumping to get together with their parents.

Chrono smirked when his daughter came to snyggle on his side before he eyes went wide when he patted his pockets and didn't felt anything.

"Blockhead?" Kai arched one eyebrow while you furrowed yours in worry.

"... I forgot the lighter." He muttered, making Chisaki's rage only increase more.

"You had one job Chrono." He growled while Hari stared bag with a unamused expression.

"Why didn't you got the lighter then?"

"... I was busy." His eyes darkened when Chrono only made a sarcastic 'uh-huh' sound with one of his eyebrows lifted up. "Since when did you get so confindent Chronostasis?"

"Maybe after the Overhaul started to-"

Both stopped their discussion when the kids almost screamed in glee when a joilt of fire started on the wood.

"Mommy is the best!" Kaito made a fist in victory before he hugged your neck giggling, while you only squished his cheek a bit to plant a kiss.

"What?" Chisaki asked in surprise while you looked up at him with a smile, the light of thw fire dancing and iluminating teh fa e of his wife along with the moon light.

"My uncle taught me how to start a fire once!" Kin giggled when you placed her in your lap as Kaito got in between his father and mother while watching the fire in awe.

"I helped!" Kin said proudly, giggling at the pat of the gloved hands of her father.

"Impressive." He muttered, eyes softening while looking at you. You smiled back before you saw Chrono helping his daughter hold the stick while he sticked a sausage on it.

"Daddy what if I burn it?!" She whimpered, eyes quite afraid as she holded the stick as her life depended on it.

"You're not. Your cooking skills are equivalent to mine bratty, so its fine."

Kaito poked your leg, serious yet curious (E/c) looking up at your own.

"Mom Im a bit hungry, can we do those too?" You nodded with a smile before holding both of your kids wrist close to the fire after you placed their own chosen snacks on thheir sticks.

"Carefull brats, too close to the fire and you two might burn yourselfes." Kai muttered monotonously but still allert in case his kids got hurt.

You got up from the bench, Chisaki refused to let anyone sit on the ground, and left to grab the three packages you got hidded from your husband.

You heard him calling your name and got the goodies behind your back.

"Our son is sick." He growled while pointing at Kaito munching on a burnt bread with some mixture on it.

"Im not I just like when is toasted!" He protested with a pout, whinning when his father stroke his thumb on his cheek monoustly to get the crumbs out of his face.

"Sick!" Kin exclaimed while Kaito deadpanned at her and Haru for laughing.

You laughed at the scene while Kurono messed with his daughter's hair to make her stop laughing a bit.

"I am in the mood for some smores. Anyone else?" The kids immediately agreed and even Haru got out of her seat to come to you... while chisaki and Kurono only had confused faces on. "What?" You asked innocently while already sticking one fluffly marshmallow on the thing to make the first snack.

"... what the hell is a smore?" Your husband and Hari said in union while the kids bursnt into laughter and you widened your eyes in horror.

"You two... dont have any idea what is a smore?" Kurono merely shrugged his shoulder while kai only arched his eyebrow "Neither of you have lived." You grimmace while Hari let out a snicker and Chisaki scoffed and pinched your side.

While making the kid's smore first you were explaining to them, a snack mostly eated in United States but got really famous around the world. Two graham crackers and in the middles a melting marshmallow and chocolate.

Hari made a slightly uncomfortable face, muttering that it was too sugary for his taste... but still accepting when his daughter cutely offered to him.

Although you knew how much of a sweet tooth your Kai was. And you had to admit that you were slightly anxious and excited to see his reaction.

He took it from your hand and lowered his mask a bit to take the first bite, you had ro bite hard on your to gue to prevent the giggle of your from escaling when you saw his eyes widening for a fracyion of seconds at tasting the thing.

"Is eatable." You shook your head with a smile while he continued munching.

"Mom can i have other?" Kaito mumbled while you made a slightly dissaproving face.

"Sweety the smore is too sugary and you won't be able to sleep after."

"But i dont want to sleep." He deapanned while you sended a pleading look at your husband to help you, wincing a bit when your baby girl also had asked cutely for a another one.

But your husband just had to look at them before looking at you, shrugging his shoulders... alloowing them to eat.

And the bastard also wanted another one... you started to regret bringing the smores up, after all you had three, THREE sweet tooth dark brow haired heads.

Luckily at least that haru and Hari were more into the salty side... ironic due to their actions.

When it got late each family entered their own tends.. although you noticed that even despite the kids had fallen asleep peacefullu, especially when both were sandwiched by his mother and father, Chisaki jad his eyes open the whole time.

"Can't sleep?" You mumbled tiredly, his gaze finally breaking with the top of the tend to loom at you.

"You know me." Of course you did... it took a lot for Chisaki to get used to new things... so imagine bejng fron his neatly cleaned house in the city to just nowhere?

You stroked his cheek a bit, smilling when he sighed and closed his eyes at the contact.

"The kids are so lucky to have you..." you whispered, stroking Kaito's hair with your free hand when he mumbled on jis sleep and returned it to nuzzle his face on you.

"Sure." He rolled his eyes sarcastically while patting his quiet and sleeping daughter "The brats had to beg for me to let this happen, and if it wasn't for blickhead accepting this I wouldn't come and neither let any of you as well... i am everthing except from a good father or even a decent husband angel." He muttered darkly before arching a eyebrow at your scoff.

"First. You have mysophobia. It cleary did not surprised me when you denied immediatly when the kids brought thid up and neither upseted me either... Second, you still kept your promise, and despite hating such a thing you risked your own decisions to see Kaito and Kin happy. Third..." you touched foreheads with him "You worry too much, but is all because you care about us. And I couldn't ask for more my love."

He scoffed a bit before stroking your cheek

"Chessy as always angel." You poked your tongue out with a quiet giggle.

"Admit it. You love it."

"Sadly I cant deny that." He lowered his mask a bit but even before he could even touch his lips on yours the brat woke up and groaned.

"Gross. No." He placed Kin's toy on the middle of you two and returned to snuggle on your chest "You two are gross." He mumbled.

You blinked in disbelief... this boy was deep asleep! HOW?!

"... Can I put this rascal on Chrono's t-"

"No!" You whispered shouted in laughter while he growled and give back to a whining Kin her favorite toy.

"This rascal. I swear that my pacience with him is thise close to ending." He brought his hand up to you to see, gloved index finger and thumb together "This close."

"Your... fingers are touching."

"Exactly." He growled before plopping down his arm "Its been nine years of these. Nine."

He chuckled dryly at hearing your laugh.

Oh god I got really excited while writing this and I cant put anymore or else it will turn way too long ;-; and I still had a bunch of other things to put in this scenario T-T

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reddogf13 · 4 years

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Runaway to the Circus ch 1

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: on the road for years since she turned 18, Beverly unintentionally returned to Derry. looking for work to support her continued travels she hears of a visiting circus hiring. wanting better support on her homeless road travels she things the circus life would be perfect for her. unfortunately she realizes too late who runs the place and that something hunts the circus staff.

status: In progress

rated: M - fowl language and gore

previous chap: None

next chap: TBA

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~ch:1 The runaway~

Beverly walked down the long empty road freshly wet after light rain fall. Sticking to walk the roads edge over the ditch beside it she usually followed for safety. The dirt ditch filled with run off rain water from the solid streets. Looking over the grey skys between the large pines partially hidden by fog sweeping in. taking a deep breath of the refreshing chilled forest air. Shivering into shifting the backpack on her shoulders. She both loved and hated walks like this.

So peaceful, but took a toll on her wandering body. The rain could be especially harsh even if it weren't a hard shower. Because unlike most she had no home and hadn't had one for the past 8 years. The weather was always a cause for concern when on the road. Taking shelter where ever she could from spots under bridges to a fast food places if they allowed her to stay. After so long she had gotten used to the open road life. Preferring to stay away from city's with many people wandering around. Some weren't so kind to those who were homeless. Although, it wasn't like she had such great faith in humanity before her hitting the road.

People were the whole reason she left, specifically her father. Among the many other extremes she faced in that town Derry. Hearing her story some would say her father was the least of her issues there. One summer she had made fresh new friends with a bunch of other kids. Calling themselves the losers club after everyone cast them out. Others like Henry bowers practically hunting them for sport to fulfill his psychopathic tendency's. One of them named Ben who escaped from Henry carving into his stomach with a pocket knife.

The only good that came of that was Beverly running into him and a few others patching him up. Helping bill, Richie, Eddie, and Stanley shoplift from the drugstore for medical supplies. Soon after that they helped mike being attacked by Henry down by the creek. They didn't know what was really haunting Derry at the time. Why no adults cared for there suffering. Why no one bothered with why so many children went missing. Bills little brother Georgie being one of them that his own parents stopped caring after a year.

All because of IT, Pennywise the dancing clown as he called himself. Red hair flared up into three sections. Silver Victorian looking suit with red pompoms, white ruffled edges, and a full white ruffled collar. Pure white gloves matching his pure white face paint, or actually his skin. The white broken by strong red markings crossing his lips to go from the corners up toward his eyes and over. Golden soul staring eyes that could lock anybody for a mere moment. Long enough to be grabbed for a torturous devouring.

She didn't know what IT was, but he wasn't human. Some monster who hibernated for around 30 years before cropping up again to terrorize the town. Devouring the children before his next long rest. She had to face him multiple times along with the other losers he hunted. He tried and tried to scare her, liking the fear to marinate all his meals. Fortunately or unfortunately for her, IT had no affect on her. She wasn't afraid of some monstrous clown. She had worse fears waiting for her back at home. Her father who at a few points tried to kill her. Forcing her to fight back in the bathroom by bashing him with a back toilet cover.

The clown came after to take her away for a final meal before his rest. Trapping her in the deadlights as if in a burning painful coma she couldn't wake from. Finally being saved by the other losers arriving. Fighting the clown down into a starving early sleep. They talked after the battle that involved making a blood promise if the clown returned. Afterwards they slowly separated to go home, with her being one of the last. Fearing what would greet her when she made it home. Would her father be dead after what she did? What would she do if he was?

That walk home felt longer then usual. A dark sinking feeling that was maybe lightened by a relief of being free. Getting lighter the closer she got that she felt for the first time she could breath around her apartment building. That disappearing the moment she entered to her father waiting on the couch. The injury on his head patched crudely from some home med kit. Glaring her down in dominating silence that had her heading straight to her bedroom to hide. Although that didn't matter with her room offering no protection by the lock-less door. Only the bathroom had a lock on it to separate her from her aggressive father.

Things were different after that day as he turned more aggressive. Maybe because she had escaped his grasp one too many times and rejected doing what he demanded. Seeing himself lose his grasp on her made him tighten the choke-hold he had on her life. One night she couldn't take fighting for her life anymore in this horrid place.

She hated running away, she was tired of running away and actually wanted to gain something for once. It became apparent to her that Derry would never give her the chance. Her father didn't truly love her like a father should. Her whole school labeled her the slut. Even the whole town called her a whore no mater what she did. The losers club was the only kindness she had in her 17 years of life. Becoming a runaway soon after her 17th birthday without sticking around to even finish high school. Dropping out as she fled Derry in the night with a bag of clothes. Some survival supplies she managed to scrounge up after carefully asking her friends. Even they didn't know she was running away. She preferred it that way to not drag out the goodbyes or for possible convincing to stay in Derry some other way. Leaving one last goodbye note in each of her friends lockers to explain she would be fine, but no longer in Derry to escape her fathers torment.

Traveling the road became her new life being far more forgiving despite its harsh side. Currently it had been unreasonably harsh in the weather department. Rain freezing her to the bone in soaked clothes as shelter seemed the hardest to find. A fear growing in her empty stomach that she was traveling down a barren road. that went on for far too long through the empty wilderness. She had a small amount of pocket change to buy a small cheese burger if she would just find a food place. Hell, even a gas station would do in offering up some on the road packaged sandwiches.

Grumbling in reply to her stomach growling at the thought of finding food. Two days she had been walking this road and it was getting serious on the lack of civilization she had run into. Should she turn back was one thought she considered. Possibly even settling down somewhere to channel her inner wilderness survival instincts. Hunt down a squirrel or rabbit for a filling meal to last her just enough down the road.

“fuck.” she thought. “maybe this road is new? No cracks, no potholes, not even slightly sun bleached. If it is new then that means nothings going to be built on it. A gas station may not even be built on it yet.” walking on and on down the smooth pavement. Her thoughts leading her to grow concerned about the lack of cars. A peaceful loneliness down the road could also be dangerous. All it took was the wrong car seeing a girl walking all alone down the road out in the middle of nowhere.

“wouldn't be the first time.” thinking back to a few cars trying to pick her up as a prostitute. remembering the other creepy black out cars following her around the dark streets she had to ditch by hopping a fence or two. Shoving the thoughts aside to focus again onto where she was heading. Gauging off where the sun was for a sense of time to decide if she should settle down for the night or not.

“if I sleep out here it could end up taking me another day or two to reach any kind of town. I already haven't eaten food for two days now and my water bottle is about empty.” sighing to herself over getting into this position. She should have checked a map somewhere to make sure this road actually ended up somewhere in a reasonable walking time. This was a problem she hadn't learned from in her entire years on the road.

There was always excitement in freely going where ever her heart desired. Never having to fear of someone looming over her to force her into a decision she didn't want. Freedom had a bit of a price however such as situations like this. Long walks with no rest in the middle of nowhere or needing to pass through a sketchy part of town. This much traveling relied on snatching work when you could to afford supplies. Skipping out on work meant skipping out on food down the road. Getting work made harder for Beverly keeping to the road. No high school diploma and requesting temporary work that pays under the table.

“soon as I reach some place I have to get a job.” rubbing her arms to warm herself against the cold air. The sun slipping down to fill the sky in various warm colors into the approaching night. “A couple dollars wont get me far.” squinting her eyes to the horizon when she saw a strange light. “something shiny? A chunk of glass way out here?” questioning what it was.

Eyes going wide at realizing it was a street lamp. Picking up her pace to jog up to it in being thrilled to see a bridge that could lead someplace with people. When she reached it there was a sense of Déjà vu coming over her. Rushing down a winding street that met with the entrance of a small town. Cars driving by while people walked home from ending their work day. Beverly wouldn't have the chance to find a job right now, then again. Spotting an open small corner store that she could buy some food for dinner. Maybe even managing to get a little paid work in unloading boxes for them.

Crossing the street she sensed that Déjà vu feeling, but why? What was causing it? Had she been in this small town before? Wouldn't surprise her as she visited many different towns in various states. Made sense that in her travels she may cross back through a town another time. Some places were pleasant enough she'd like to return for a short visit.

Heading inside the little corner store lit up by bright white lights hanging above. Heading first to snag a sandwich along side a large hot cup of coffee to keep her warm through the night.

Paying at the counter for the items before asking. “you guys have any small jobs available? Something small that you don't need a permanent employee?”

the old man at the counter shaking his head. “no, sorry. And honestly not even full jobs are available round here. Towns been getting smaller and smaller every week it seems. This place and the grocery store are the only two food selling places left. Not even a diner is around anymore and this place is only standing thanks to the gas station selling no food items.”

“shit, this place falling apart with the times.” sipping a bit of her coffee at the poor news. “Let me guess, the old factory's that kept this place a float moved on or closed?”

the old man giving a sadden nod. “exactly. Only a matter of time before I gotta pick up my house and move.” he sighed. “such a shame Derry might not exist much longer.”

that recognizable town name having Beverly almost choke on her coffee. “Derry? I am in Derry, Maine?” she asked the man to confirm.

“yes, why? You seem really surprised about it.”

“oh, I left here ages ago to travel the road through different states. Had no idea I had accidentally ended up back here.” thinking back on that strange road that she didn't remember being there as a child. “i came off that long road through the woods. Is it new?”

“oh wow, and yep. That road was just finished about a month or less ago. Townsfolk were hoping it'd bring a bit of life, but ironically it just convinced more to leave. One straight road leading directly to other roads that went to many city's near by doing far better then here.”

“no surprise. Derry wasn't exactly … safe.”

he quietly nodded in agreement. “only nice thing of recent was that traveling circus arriving off that road.”

“circus? Like the fair we usually get … or got.” unsure of if the visiting fair still arrived despite the circumstance.

“no, this is more the classical circus type. Tigers, bears, lions performing under the colorful big top inside the ring. They got wood wagons for their country travels on the roads. the real dangerous performances like eating fire that most got rid of years ago. They definitely don't deal with the safety inspectors.” chuckling over it.

“huh. Been a while since I've ever seen one of those.” the circus conjuring up an idea. Thinking this may be the perfect thing for her. “if I get a job on the circus I'll get a place to stay and food. A permanent residence yet I can keep traveling on the road regularly.” bringing her attention back to the man. “the circus is still here, right?”

“oh yeah, but it'll be leaving in a day or so from what I've heard.”

“where is it? The usual fair grounds?”

“off the main roads going onto dirt along the river. You'll walk through some forest, but you should see the big top tent and their Ferris wheel. If they still got them up anyway.”

“thanks, they could be just what I am looking for.” waving the man goodbye before rushing off to find the place. Aiming to make it before it got really dark and the circus runner wouldn't be in the mood to listen on a possible new hire.

Following the dirt path the old man mentioned to pass between rows of forest pines. Fog having cleared enough to reveal the tops of a towering red and yellow tent. A massive ferris wheel standing not to far from it able to be clearly seen against the grey sky's. Her dirt trail passing under two pines leaning over enough to cross into a fake arch way. Passing through she was covered in a strange feeling of mystical excitement. Like being a kid again visiting the circus for the first time although she didn't find a good reason to be feeling this. Her dad always took her to fairs and that greatly soured them for her. She was just here for a job, not to win prizes … unless it was some fair food.

Looking around she found some circus staff cleaning up the inner tent. Spotting someone not suppose to be their they cut Beverly off from going any deeper past the entrance. “hey, you cant be in here. Even with a ticket were closed for today.”

“sorry, I am actually looking for the person who runs the place. I want to try and get a job here for something more stable on the road traveling.”

the circus workers not looking too surprised another road traveler was looking to join the circus. “your looking for Robert grey. Hes currently in his wagon down by the tree line past all the other wagons. You better talk fast, because dinner will start soon and he isn't too happy about meal time being disturbed.” gesturing in the direction Beverly was to find everything.

“thanks.” following the pointed direction to a cluster of wagons, some huge and long with many wheels like a train cart converted to be more earth to road worthy. Beverly couldn't imagine the size and power of the horses needed to haul these things. They must have an army of horses just to haul a single wagon. Passing by she had many of the circus staff eyes looking her way. Confused as to why someone not from the circus was wandering around the grounds, especially by their living spaces of all places to explore on the grounds. She ignored them, as long as they didn't bother her to prevent her from joining. Spotting greys wagon sitting alone from the others. Half as large as the weird train like carts but still a hefty size for a traveling wagon.

Taking the few steps up to face the large dark wagon door. A lamp hanging above providing a small amount of light to attract moths from the dark. Staring at the door she had another wave of Déjà vu pass over her as if she'd seen the door before, but that couldn't be. She knocked firmly on the dark wood that looked incredibly aged. Heavily water logged at some point as if plucked from a lake it had been soaking in. then re-dried enough to be usable for a few more weeks before becoming brittle enough to crumble.

A mans deep smooth voice answering her knock. “come in.” the door opening slightly with a click to its handle. Yet no one was near the door when she fully spread it from the doorway. Not far from the entry way was a desk with an empty chair in front of it and behind was a large chair facing away to hide who ever was sitting in it. “have a seat.” the man spoke again.

Beverly quietly stepped over to take the seat. Nervous of what to expect for a traveling circus interview. Surely they wouldn't care on if she graduated high school or not. As long as she could write and count out money. She could work whatever job they needed her for. Whether it physical labor or some sort of filing. The owner speaking again before she could. “what is it you want?”

“a job.”

“here, why?”

“I've been living on the road since I was 17. Its been rough and I've been wanting some stable source of living, but still on the road. I felt the circus was perfect for that and I can work where ever you need me to.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, I cant start immediately if I am accepted.”

“then welcome aboard.” the smooth male voice shifting to a higher pitch. One that knotted Beverlys stomach into something pale. Blood draining from her face when the chair swiveled around to reveal the clown, IT, grinning widely at her. “whats wrong Beverly? You look like you've seen a ghost.” he laughed.

Beverly jumped up from her chair, shock turning to anger. “its you!”

“aww, why so angry? You seemed excited for this job.” he teased.

“fuck you!” she snapped before fleeing from the wagon. Hearing the clowns laughter follow her out the door.

“cant break your contract now Beverly!” she heard his voice mock her from behind.

She ran from the circus grounds pas the arch made from trees. Fleeing down the dirt road for a time before coming to a halt. Somehow she had looped back to the arching trees leading to the circus. She turned around to flee again away from the grounds. Swallowing hard at the arch coming back into her view a third time. “no.” she swallowed hard in refusing to believe what was happening. Attempting a fourth time to escape her new found prison. Time and time again those arches greeted her on her running path. Forcing her to accept that this was her final place no matter how long she ran.

“fuck.” she breathed out on what little air she gained. Accepting that their was no escape and that she had to face the clown.

Making the small nervous trek back to his wagon with the door remaining wide open for her. “oh, back so soon?” the clown teased as she sat annoyed in the chair.

“shut up.” she snapped. “ now what?” wanting to get past all his mocking and straight to the point.

“you work for me now, what else is there to say?” snickering with a shrug of his shoulders. “we'll start tomorrow as today has ended. Go eat dinner and rest up in the 3rd wagon. You'll have a lot of work tomorrow.”

she raised a brow. “I'll actually get to eat?”

“of cooourse. Cant have you starving when we haven't even gotten started.” grinning widely. “Foods served under the tent. Breakfast and dinner only, lunch entirely relies on you buying with your own dimes. Theirs also an employee discount at the food carts.” the few things he mentioned seeming odd on why he even bothered with, however she wasn't going to sit there and interrogate him on all of this. “i already let them know you're part of the big circus family.” he chuckled.

Wanting to get away from him she left without another word to the tent. Hunger stabbing at her stomach far too painfully to reuse food. Even if he turned a bowl of rice to maggots she may be tempted to eat the extra disgusting protein. One step into the tent entrance had her swarmed by other circus staff wanting to question her.

“you know Robert grey?” “how long have you known him?” “why'd you join the circus?” “have you been in a circus before?” “how long have you lived the road life?” the questions swarmed her, only one standing out to her over the others. “are you hungry?”

“i am starving.” was her answer to whoever asked. Thinking through the other questions another stood out. “Robert grey? Pennywise was using a fake name? Did they only know him as Robert or did he also go by Pennywise?”

following a group who offered to show her to the dinner line. Some staff handing out pre-plated food from a kitchen cart of sorts parked next to the tent. A make shift dining hall set up in the tents middle ring. Beverly took one look at the food and her mouth filled with drool. At least the place didn't skimp on the portions. A silver trey covered in a heaping pile of rice mixed with vegetables sitting atop were pieces of grilled chicken Brest and a leg. a full cob of corn, sided by a small bowl of salad with a packet of ranch on the side. Grabbing her silverware and a few packets of seasoning before heading off to sit at one of the dining tables. Feeling the odd one squeezing in to a new spot she wasn't sure if she would even be accepted into.

Having horrible memories coming to the surface of being shooed off from her dining spot at a school lunch table multiple times. Eventually finding it best to eat alone outside under a tree. That was quite the opposite here with everybody swarming her again to repeat the questions they had. She got down a few chunks of grilled chicken before speaking to any of them. She wanted something to fill her stomach before something caused her food to be ruined.

“did I know Robert grey, you mean Pennywise? I've known him, but I wish I didn't.” eating more chunks of meat and stuffing down rice. Not caring if she looked to be lacking table manners in stuffing food down. Chugging down a whole glass of freshly poured lemon aid offered from the tables center.

Most didn't seem to care for her starved hunger, appearing obviously thin that no one wanted to disrupt her stuffing of food. Only one older lady seeming to care, glaring in disgust at Beverlys earned gluttonous eating. “don't choke on the bone dear.” the women sneered.

Beverly rolled her eyes in response, continuing her meal. A few others glaring at the women. “don't mind her.” another girl spoke. “Selenas been working here a while and assumes shes the manager around here, but don't believe that. Greys the only one in charge of what happens, not her.”

“i should be!” Selenas snapped with her fist pounding the table. “i was here first before all you children! I have been a traveler far longer then all of you and have been hardened by the life you all dare to claim as yours!” growling at them all as if offended. “you were all pampered in homes for far too long to be called travelers.”

“so why'd you start working with grey?” the curious group ignoring the snapping women.

“i only started working with Pennywise because I had no choice.” Beverly holding her anger back. Although the rest hardly noticed her negative feelings.

“working under grey is so nice. He lets us have so much, it must be difficult on such a tight circus budget.”

“yeah, yeah.” Beverly waved off. Finishing her huge plate of food before getting a small tour by everyone. Mentioning that things may be changed after each move. Something that Beverly was curious about as she assumed Pennywise was trapped in Derry. After the tour she was brought to her new wagon home. Brought to an empty loft bed toward the end, the top a bed next to a small rectangle window and small shelves on either side of it. Large enough to hold a water bottle and small trinkets. Below the bed was a personal space of a wall wardrobe, window, and a slide up mirror behind a desk against the wall. A vanity desk for putting on make up or dressing into outfits.

Beverly didn't have much with her in her backpack. Old clothes, a wallet held with duct ape carrying mostly change now and a mashed water bottle she could probably throw away now. Assuming shed be here for at least a few days she packed the clothes away. Bringing her back pack up as another pillow to use. Laying down on a bed after sleeping on concrete to leaf litter was like heaven on her back. Swearing it cracked in multiple places from laying straight after so long. She knocked out as soon as she pulled the curtain closed to her “bedroom”.

Waking to someone shaking her in the morning. Believing only a few hours had passed, if she had not been able to see the new morning from her small window. Turning to look at the person disturbing her sleep she flinched back from the clown. “time to wake up for work.” grinning at her. Tall enough to be face to face with her on the loft bed. She groaned as he left off the wagon, leaving her to get ready in private. Dressed in fresh clothes she met back up with him outside.

“what do you want?” still sounding exhausted.

“ever worn a straight jacket?”

“uh, nooooo.” raising a brow at the clown.

“come on, we need to get you fitted before the show.”

“what?! Fitted for a jacket? For a show, what show?! What am I doing?!”

“our new escape show together! Out of locks, water tanks, spiked boxes, oh all the thrill they'll bring.” speaking positively of the whole show he threw together in one night. “and if you cant handle them. Then it'll also bring the fear.”

Beverly huffed at him, figuring out the game he was playing with her. “hes hoping to scare me with extreme shows. Either I power through them or I become a perfect meal at the shows end.”

#it 2017 #pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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marry me?

Title: marry me?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Fluff: engagement

Rating: G

Tags: none that I can think of, kissing, taking shots, proposals, getting down on one knee, saying yes to the rest of your forever.

Mentioning: @sweetness47

Created for @spnfluffbingo

Fluff list part 1 part 2 part 3

by this point you have had an amazing almost 2 years. fell head over heels with a man who makes you feel like your more than just a top notch ace reporter.

you confessed your feelings for said man at a wedding you were supposed to be covering not making a huge fool of yourself. your best friend well she had also found love, hers wasnt as vaste as yours but she got the other half of a very stunning package.

the article written by your best friend Beth became your new fave article. though you still wrote fabulous wedding articles, that story put beth on the article map. your editor loved it, loved the entire scope, the plot, everything.

she also enjoyed meeting the men who had enriched both yours and beth’s lives. Jensen and Jared the two men who had stolen your hearts, had decided that you both were important enough to keep.

what you didnt know is that on this day the anniversary of when you had first met Jensen would be the day that your life would change once more. this time a bit more drastically i suppose the story shall continue from hence forth.

we pick up in the penthouse you and Jensen are living in, both of you preparing for date night. well double date night anyway. it was the one thing both couples could agree to do, once a week both couples went on a double date. it was that easy.

Jensen knew you had just finished your shower, he didnt care he was having trouble finding what he wanted to wear.

Jensen: hey babe, where is my dark navy faded jeans?

YN: on top of the dresser in the pile of clothes you still need to put away.

jensen: oh umm right silly me.

YN: do you want me to wear my hair up or down?

Jensen: half and half, its gonna be a magical day. one that has been planned for a while now. one that we both will not soon forget.

now you were really curious, he said this had been planned for a while… what the hell could the surprise be.

YN: why do i not get to know where we are going?

Jensen: cause that would spoil the fun of the surprise. now ive laid out your outfit on the bed hurry up we have a schedule to keep.

YN: schedule. babe we have never had any kind of schedule other than when you are filming. so what are you planning? and why this outfit?

Jensen comes over to you and kisses you to get you to stop talking. thats when he pulled back looking at you with smiling faces.

Jensen: so curious babe, why cant you just enjoy the surprise for once.

YN: fine ill put it on and enjoy whatever you have planned. but im gonna say this you better have something extra special planned otherwise you will have me to deal with.

Jensen: never fear babe i will always have lots of surprises for you from this day forth. now what kind of mischief can we get into if you dont put on your outfit. or do you want me to put it on you?

YN: I can do it but it’s just I haven’t used this outfit since our anniversary last year.. Why do I need to wear it again, not that I’m complaining…

Jensen: just do it and when we get into the car i have to blindfold you and cover your ears so that way you dont spoil the rest of the surprise.

now you were curiouser, this made you pull Jensen onto the bed and pin him there…

YN: why do you insist on tormenting me like this?

Jensen could only smile as he flipped you onto the bottom as he held you there.

Jensen: cause its fun now hurry up and get ready we are gonna be late.

the following happened like this:

you finish getting ready

both you and jensen walk out of the apartment and down to a limo where jared and beth are waiting.

beth and you both are curious as you both are blindfolded and ears are covered before you both are allowed to exit the vehicle.

once Jared and Jensen knew it was safe for you both to see and hear again they were to remove the blindfolds and earplugs.

you both are revealed to be in the airport. you both plea to your men but they instead of saying anything give you both money to go and buy anything from the boutiques.

you both come back with another backpack and a whole bunch of things. random objects, but ones that would provide great entertainment later on. come fancy things in case of whatever your boyfriends had planned.

then Jared and Jensen ear plugged you both when the flight number was called. though they had spoken to the flight attendant when you both were gone, told them of their plan, told them that you both would have ear pluggs in when you both board.

both you and beth still oblivious, as the boys remove the ear plugs as the plane takes off. thats when it made you both question really badly. Where your boys were taking you.

the flight wasn’t long but one of the boys sat in the aisle then the respective girl would sit beside then so on and so forth. The one on the end would get informed when it was time to blindfold and ear plug you both again.

Sure enough you both were unsure of how much time had passed, but eventually one of the flight attendants came round and whispered something to the guy on the end. It was ear plug and blindfold time again.

You both didn’t question when the guys did their handy work of blindfold and earplug it wasnt like you were strangers to it. Jared and jensen led you both off the plane, through the busy airport and into the taxi landing bay.

They unplugged both your ears.

Jared: in a moment we will take off your blindfolds but first we want you both to listen to the sounds. What do you both hear.?

You and Beth listened very carefully to the sounds around you both.

YN: people talking

Beth: something about taxis so we are definitely on a taxi landing of some kind.

Yn: the smell in the air is familiar. Wait a minute. I think I know where we are I just hope I’m right.

Jensen: you both may step forward and remove your blindfolds. I guarantee you both that where we are is gonna be a fun spot for all of us.

You and Beth remove your blindfolds, your eyes land on the sight before you of a place where your story had began all those years ago.

Yn: you did this?

Jensen: happy anniversary sweetheart! Now we need to find a taxi or a ride or something.

You look around and you start walking toward the person at the small stand near by.

Yn: excuse me sir, I was wondering if you had any cars available to rent?

Rental dude: what kind of car were you looking for?

Yn: do you have anything sporty but easy to get in and out of?

Rental dude: what about a lack 2021 jeep wrangler Rubicon unlimited 4x4?

Yn: can you show it to me?

The guy flips round his monitor and shows you the car, you whistle and the others bring the bags to where you are.

Yn: babe can I use the card?

Jensen: what kind of vehicle are we getting.

Yn: you will see. Now sir, do I need to sign anything.

The rental guy laid out papers told you to sign/ initial at the spots marked with “x” that’s what you did. Then he handed you the papers in an envelope, the license plates and insurance for the vehicle and then sent you guys to the spot where the vehicle was.

You led your boyfriend, best friend and her boyfriend to the vehicle. Their eyes went wide as they loaded the bags into the jeep.

Jensen: babe this is style. But whose driving?

Yn: me silly cause I have a feeling I know where we are staying. The place where we spent our vacation together.

Jensen: correct, now everyone in the vehicle so we can get this show on the road. commence vacation immeidately.

everyone piled into the vehicle and you began to slowly pull out of the parkade. you hit the highway and sped up, within 45 min you were pulling into the resort. you told the guard that your reservation was under Ackles.

the guard handed you a packet with park passes, roomkeys, parking pass and your receipt. along with the list of nearby stores, and the hours for the resorts amenities. and then opened the gate for you to drive through.

upon arriving at the parking space you handed a room key to Beth discovering it was a side by side. this vacay just got a whole lot better.

You all seperated into accommodations to settle in.

Jensen: I have made reservations at gastons where we shared that big plate of nachos and grab us some champagne to celebrate the start of our vacation!

YN: i like that idea. i wanna get out of these shoes first. i want to put on something more suited for walking in the parks that wont kill my feet. these heels will kill my feet from walking through the park.

you sat down to take off your heels but Jensen was now kneeling by your feet undoing them for you. he placed gentle kisses on your legs as he removed the shoes from your feet.

he then slid on your slip on runners. he smiled as he got off the floor, helped you up and he spun you around like the love struck man he was. you had no idea what was about to happen but you were gonna enjoy yourself.

now in comfy shoes you and jensen head to meet up with jared and beth as you all head to the car and head off to main street magic kingdom. To where you and jensen first met. Course ya know it was also to enjoy the fireworks and eat the nachos and such as well.

you look around still amazed by everything you see around you. but you are the way Jensen kept looking at you was what made you feel normal. like the disaster at the wedding of Misha and vic didnt almost ruin your reputation.

your vacation was finally in the bag, your happiness was now in sight. your new life awaited but nothing would prepare you for events of the future. upon your arrival to Gastons tavern, Jensen had started talking to the waitress, she took something from him and smiled as she led you all to a booth.

Jensen could not help but smile, all he could do was smile. he was beyond excited for what he was about to do.

waitress: welcome to Gaston’s is this your first time here?

Jensen: for me and the lady across from me no, but the other 2 yes. can we get 4 rounds of your finest house shots right away, and 4 glasses of your finest champagne and bring the item. on a tray with the shots.

waitress: coming up sir. your shots will be out in a moment.

thankfully for jensen you were too engaged in conversation with Beth and Jared to hear what jensen had discussed with the waitress. Jensen placed his arm around your shoulders, his own breathing shifted, he was nervous about what was about to happen.

Jensen: ah good shots. we each get one i have a toast to make. but ill make the toast after we take the shots. now i dont know whats in these but they are sure to be good. on 3.

You all swig back your shots, Jensen kisses you after you both have downed yours. Then Jensen turns to you and smiles as he gets up from his seat and whistles to get the restaurants attention.

Jensen: I invite you all to bare witness to this momentous occasion. Me and my girlfriend are celebrating 2 years together this very day. I have to know YN did I mention that I'm in love with you.

That's when music starts playing. And jensen begins to sing.

Jensen: I met this girl who rocked my world like it's never been rocked and now I live just for you and I won't ever stop, I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me but now look at what you've done you have got me down on one knee.

You look down and see Jensen kneeling in front of you.

Jensen: it's us against the world, us against those who are jealous, those who dare to throw outrageous accusations our way or print stuff that isnt true. now and evermore i will have the most gorgeous woman on my arm. Will you do me the honor of marrying me.?

The entire restaurant now looking at you as Jensen unveiled the 24k rose gold emerald cut diamond ring surrounded by yours and Jensen's birthstones.

You begin nodding your head before your mouth would let you speak.

Yn: yes yes yes yes a thousand times yes!!!

You felt the cool metal ring slide around your finger as Jensen helped you off your seat and kissed you in front of the entire restaurant.

Lifting both your hands in the air he then yelled.

Jensen: shots for the entire restaurant on me. She said yes!!!

Then he turned to you and you leaned in his ear.

Yn: descendants 3 proposal nice touch.

Jensen: thanks to our best friends for helping set this up.

the hugs and congratulations poured in from everyone in the tavern. it wasnt till a few hours later as well as several shots and drinks later that you, jensen, beth and Jared all exited and went to watch the fireworks.

the moment of yours and jensen’s first kiss under the fireworks was just recreated. you and jensen waited till the first firework cracked lighting up the sky before creating once more your first kiss.

~to be continued~

#spnfluffbingo

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long-bodyswap · 5 years

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Clothes That Tempt Our Very Skin

By Mark Gordon

It was a hot summer day and I was headed home to see the family. It was the eve of the 4th of July and my mom and brother were anxious to see me, since it had been since Christmas and my brother had a surprise waiting for me. Now the anticipation of what that was helped to keep me focused on the rigorous 4 and a half hour trip from Phoenix to Las Vegas.

I was driving with the air conditioner blasting, as the outside temperature was somewhere in the high 100’s, yet with the sun blazing through the windows, I was still feeling warm, so I removed my tank top as I drove. Whew I thought now that feels better! My muscular chest was tingling, especially my nipples as the cold air blew on them, but I liked the feeling and my pectorals seemed to tighten even harder with the cold air. All was right with the world as I raced along the highway and I sipped my bottled water and played my tunes on the CD player.

After a while, I could feel my cock swelling to release the fluid that was now becoming painfully evident in my over filled kidneys. I had a habit of holding back when I drove long distances, but I had almost peed my pants on occasion and that feeling was less than comfortable.

This time was different, I was in sever pain and I knew I would either have to find a rest stop or try to hide behind a cactus to relieve myself. Luckily there was a rest stop up a head and I forced myself to wait even though I was at the brink of wetting my pants.

In a cloud of dust I pulled into the rest stop and scurried into the men’s room with urgency. Once at the urinal I just dropped my loose fitting cargo shorts to my ankles and pulled the waistband of my boxer briefs down under my ball sacs to get the maximum release.

As I moaned at the pleasure of unloading my kidneys, a man came in to pee and although he might have thought me weird in the state I was in, I cared less about his first impression and more about my relief.

Standing next to me was a taller man who wasn’t as lucky as I was, because his pants had a wet stain around the crotch and he knew it was visible and obvious to my view. As he let loose his thick dark yellow pee stream he was arching his back to make the stream even more pronounced.

“God I never thought I would make it!” he shouted grinning at me.

I giggled and said, “Well I nearly ended up in with a pee stain as well, but I tore off my pants and got my cock out in time” I said as his eyes locked into my crotch area and his pee stream seemed to meander in and out of the urinal.

The man just grinned while the duration of his release seemed never ending.

“Well luckily I have a change of clothes in my car; I don’t like to be messy if you know what I mean.” He said.

“Know exactly what you mean man, my boxer briefs weren’t so lucky as you can see but my shorts survived.” I replied as I tried not to notice his cock.

“Well if I were you, I’d change them before you head out, if you have a spare pair.” He said. “Good idea” I said and we both shook off our cocks and put them away and got our pants straight, then we both went out to our cars for a change of clothing.

As he pulled out a clean pair of shorts and underwear, I pulled a clean pair of boxer briefs from my travel bag and then we both walked back into the men’s room. Racing ahead of me, he took the only stall and began to undress and pile his soiled pants and underwear on the ground next to his feet, kicking them out the side of the stall next to me. By that time I had my shorts and boxer briefs off and totally nude, I could hear him taking a second leak in the toilet. God he must have large kidneys I thought.

I looked down at his pile of soiled clothes and was getting a hard on thinking – how many miles he rode wearing those clothes- hum - it was a kinky thought but I had this desire to put on his soiled underwear and pants. For one minute I wanted to wear his stuff and get a feel for this guy who was much older than me, but to his advantage a very handsome and professional looking man.

Time was running out, so I reached down and pulled on his damp jockey briefs and then his slacks. The waist was a few sizes bigger than mine, but the jockeys seemed to be quite comfortable around my waist. It was evident that these slacks were meant for a taller man as the cuffs of the pants bunched up around my sneakers but the idea of having them on was making me harder.

I had to do the next thing and that was to squeeze his pants crotch and surround my cock and balls in the pee stains for a while to fully achieve what I was after. That desire to make his fluid deposit part of me proved to be a catalyst to an event that would change both our lives for ever.

As I squeezed hard and tight, I could feel the dampness around my genitals and it felt cold for a while, but miraculously the wetness he had deposited magically was absorbed into my groin. What happened next was even more incredible.

Looking down at my hand, I couldn’t help but notice that the bunched up material around my sneakers was disappearing and the length of the slacks was lifting up somehow. Then the extra inches between of my waistband seemed to disappear as his slacks began to fit firmly now.

OH My God I thought, as I witnessed other changes happening as well. My once lean firm stomach and toned chest were gone. I had a slight bulge in the gut and my nipples had widened and there was no more muscle tone and from the look of my hands and arms, they had changed as well. A took a quick look in the mirror had confirmed that I was now inhabiting this mans body and a grin came across my face, because I was sure he would be shocked to see his twin waiting on the other side of the wall when he came out.

While I examined this new body of mine, touching and poking at my new physique, I began to wonder what he was doing so long in that stall.

While releasing the last bits of extra piss he still had in him, his body had gone through a radical transformation of its own. As he stood there pissing, his body changed as soon as I had put his clothes on- as if only one of us could exist at a time and my transformation into him forced him to transform into me.

What was taking him so long, was the fact that once his cock transformed in his hands and his body got younger and tighter, he got so sexually aroused he began to jack off quite instinctively. All this time while he was jacking off in his new physique, I could hear the moans and groans in a voice very familiar to me- MINE!

Then as if a light went off in his head, he took inventory of his body and found out quickly that he had become the young jock on the other side of the stall wall.

He let out a shout of extreme delight as his new cum load shot out of him. I knew immediately that he approved of what had happened to him and that got me tenting instantly. “I think we need to talk” I shouted over the stall wall as I was taller now and could peer in to it. I had never seen my body from this perspective before, especially my body coming off a huge climax.

With a smiling face he acknowledged me, let out the last stream of cum his new body had in him then came of the stall to confirm that I was now the owner of his former body.

Still nude, he walked over and gave me a huge kiss, by pulling my head down to meet his new 5’9” tall body. At that point I was rock hard and tenting my new pants and making a new stain in them.

As he bent down to get my old clothes, he seemed less interested in my erection and more interested in completing his packaged look by wearing my boxer briefs and shorts.

“Hey” he said. “Those Nikes are way too big on you now can you take them off and hand them to me?”

They were much too big for my feet, event though I was taller now my feet weren’t 10 and half anymore, luckily he was wearing sandals or he would have been I real pain when his feet grew. I obliged and even gave him my socks as well, and the slid his sandals over for me to wear.

“Now, I am you completely!” He shouted. “So how old am now?” he demanded.

I think you’ll find that your occupying a 28 year old body, “and what of me?” “How old am I?” I said.

As he modeled in the mirror turning side to side, then flexed a bit then said, “Oh 42 years old will work!”

“I can’t believe this!” “How long did it take you to turn out this muscular?” he said testing the tightness of my pectoral and abdominals. Poking them to see how hard they really were.

I stood there with my hand to my face in amassment, wondering if he was serious and thinking – Doesn’t he get it? We have swapped bodies and all he is interested in his my age and how long I’ve been working out?

“Did you hear what I said”, he went on.

“Well, when the body was mine, it took 4 years to get to that point and daily bow flex work outs to maintain it!” I said with a bewildering face.

“So this bow flex thing will maintain this then?” he said still turning and modeling his new body in the mirror.

I was sexually excited but pissed he hadn’t fully made notice that I was now him and maybe that wasn’t exactly convenient for me.

I walked over to him and grabbed him firmly on both shoulders and looked in straight in the eyes. “So am I now dismissed now?, discarded and forgotten now that you find yourself in a rather young buff body?”

He pushed me off of him saying, “Listen hot shot- it wasn’t me that put on your clothes now was it?!” “I suppose you had some kinky reason and I wont get into that right now but wasn’t it your hope to assume my body or at least feel what it would be like to be in it?” “So now you have it and from that boner in your pants I trust you like it!” He said with an arrogance I could not believe was coming out of that body.

“Well listen here - it may have been a sudden desire, but I think it’s worn off now and I would like to get my body back and continue on my way home!” I with a stern expression on my face.

He began pacing a bit, thinking he could make a deal with me, all the time rubbing his hard chest and feeling his new package between his legs.

“You know possession is 9 tenths of the law” he said like a shroud lawyer. “And well giving this fine specimen of youth back so quickly would be like returning lottery winnings, and I am not going to be such a fool as that!” “What I would propose is this- Let me remain you for a week or so- let me fulfill my fantasies both physically and sexually and then I might consider swapping back again.”

“You are headed for Vegas I presume?”

“Well yes” I said nervously.

“Well that’s where I was headed to, but now there is a twist- I go to Vegas as a 28 year old jock instead of a 42 year old vacationing Nurse and the dynamics of my vacation have now changed, don’t you agree?.”

“But wait, my family is expecting me and this is a time when I spend time with my brother, in fact I was planning a great holiday week with him!” I told him in a sympathetic voice.

“Shit, Shit, Shit- always complications aren’t there?” he said with a smirk on his face and I shook my head yes hoping that was reason enough for him to give in and return my body.

“OK - but this is the plan” he said fiddling his fingers like a high roller would do.

“It was these clothes that made us change and these clothes that will change us back, but once were back in our original bodies, I am taking your soiled clothes I am wearing as collateral- after one week I will put these clothes on and the swap will be permanent!”

All I could think of at the moment is my family and their feelings. So I shook my head yes and he took off my dirty clothes and I took off his and gave them to him. He put on his clothes and I proceeded to put on the clothes I was going to change into in the first place.

Within a few seconds I was experiencing the transformation back to my youth and firm toned body and he was returning to his age of 42 and getting taller – loosing all the tight firm muscle he just had. I was now in my clean boxer briefs and shorts, leaving him with my soiled ones for him to recapture my body when my week was up.

I just wanted to get out of there and head on down the road with even more reason to get to Vegas fast. As I began to leave he gave me his card-

Keith Young

Registered Nurse

With his address and phone number on it also.

I put the card in my shorts pocket and turned to leave and he grabbed my arm.

“Listen, I am really a nice guy as you’ll come to find out, it is just that my desire is to be in a body just like yours!” He said with as serious face.

“Listen man, under different circumstances, maybe a different time and place- maybe this would have been a mutual desire, but I over stepped my better judgment and invaded your privacy by trying on your clothes.” “I had every desire to want to be in your body, but right now was not the right time to experiment.” I said.

I gave him his card back and told him to write down his hotel name and I would try to call him during the week and we could work out the details of the final swap and he smiled and wrote all the information down.

Handing me back the card we both smiled and I walked up to him and gave him a deep kiss on the lips and grabbed his tented pants. “By the way, my name is Mark Gordon and your cock is rock hard!”

“Nice being you Mark” he said and I winked at him and said, “Could you see your way and maybe help me relieve this boner I have?”

I took a good look at his pants and couldn’t say no, so as he unbuckled his pants, I got on my knees and awaited his thick cock. He took it out of his briefs and I grabbed on to his waist to bring his cock deep into my throat. I began sucking him, but he took over and began to fuck my face. All I could hear is the moaning and grunting as he pumped my head with his rock hard cock. But with the furry of his rhythm I could tell he wanted to be me more than anything and when he finally let loose his load, I knew this would be the cream my body would be making in the near future. I swallowed it all and even cleaned off his cock. One more kiss and he sent me off slapping my tight ass as I left the room.

All the way home I could not get Keith’s face and body out of my mind. I knew I had one week left as Mark and I would make it the best I could. My shorts remained tented the rest of the way home.

When I got home finally, it was all hugs and kisses from my mom and a big hug from my 15 year old brother, who was going to pee his pants if he couldn’t share his secret with me. Once things settled down and we had eaten, my brother Kevin and I went up to his room where he was going to reveal is secret to me.

Since we shared rooms this time, I started to get ready for a shower and took off all my clothes. While I was busy doing that, Kevin had done something behind my back and just then the bottom fell out of my stomach and I felt light headed and not quite myself. In fact I was not my self at all because looking down at my chest and stomach, I was flatter than a pancake and my cock was small and my pubic hair seemed to have vanished.

As I glanced his way, I fell back on my bed in shock as standing in front of me was a duplicate of myself in just boxer briefs- in fact the pair I left here at Christmas time.

“Whoa what the fuck!” I shouted.

“I am me Kevin, but in your body- so what do you think bro?” he said with a smile. I stood there shaking in a body that was pushing puberty “What do I think?” “I think I am now my hairless brother!”

I got up and walked around him- looking at an exact clone of myself, and except for the fact I was 6 months younger and had a thicker goatee, it was me alright.

“But how?” I shouted.

“It is the most remarkable thing Mark, after finding your boxer briefs stuffed under the spare bed, I couldn’t help but miss you and put them on late one night early in the morning. I almost instantly began to transform into you and because I not quite through puberty yet, becoming you made me as horny as hell. I took on your hot body and couldn’t control myself. I jacked off really scared but exploded like never before. I took up boxer briefs off and put mine on again and changed back because I wasn’t sure whether you had changed as well. Since I didn’t hear from you and because I did it at 3am in the morning I was sure it happened while you were fast asleep.”

So now that I showed you, I will take them off promptly!” He went on.

“No please leave them on Kevin for a moment I haven’t been 15 in a while.”

So I walked around looking at his body in the mirror and noticing how much smaller his cock was than mine then I turned to Kevin and said, “would you mind if I jacked off in your body- you certainly know what jerking off in mine is like don’t you?”

Kevin began to laugh and said, “Sure Mark, but it wont be like yours I can tell you that and the consistency of my cum isn’t like yours either- kind of watery and not as white as yours!”

While Kevin explained to me what to expect, I began to jack him off right in front of the mirror and right away I knew it was going to be different. I thought of Keith and his thick boner as I made Kevin’s 4 inches rock hard. As I worked it hard, Kevin was watching intensely and I turned to him and said – “jack my body too” and without thinking he whipped out my 7 inches and we were jacking off together.

My build up was not as impressive as my own, but I was able to get a relatively good sensation. His immature ball sacs released what it could and when I was ready I spurted a nice watery load with bits of white streaks in it that quickly made a puddle on the tile floor in front of me.

Kevin was laying down on his bed making the most of his second chance to cum in my body, and was edging himself to make it last longer. It was very erotic watching sweat bead up on my muscular body as he was grinding away at my cock. Soon he couldn’t hold it back any more and it was strange hearing my voice moaning and shouting as it released its cargo. Just like at the rest stop – hearing my voice coming out of someone else seemed very erotic.

Two thick white ropes of creamy cum shot out of him and back down on his chest and then one more spurt took the balance of his sac supply and then he just lay back breathing heavy.

“Holy fuck Mark that was so hot! He said rubbing his hard chest and stomach.

“Nice job, Kevin”, I said as I walked over to slide my boxer briefs off him and proceeded to slide his back on him.

“OH fuck no” he shouted as I forced his on him over his still throbbing cock. In seconds his cock got smaller and his body began its journey back to age 15 and I put the boxer briefs on I had just removed from him and returned to my own body, but this time I was 6 months younger and as I said my goatee was a bit thicker.

“God what a rush that was!” I shouted. Kevin turned and said, “Yeah try coming back the other way!” and started to clean off his cum coated stomach.

The week was very interesting after that and Kevin and I did this swap several times before I had to go home. In fact the week went by so fast I forgot to call Keith and I was sure he was getting pissed at me.

It was the night before I was to leave and I called to try and catch Keith in time before he put my clothes back on. Luckily I caught him and although he was mad I hadn’t called earlier we kind of got through that and made our plans for the future. Little did I know my brother Kevin had plans of his own for the future and that last night as we swapped bodies again, he must have slipped a sleeping pill into my soft drink and I over slept.

While I slept up stairs like a baby in his 15 year old body, he was showering in my body and making plans to sneak out and head back to phoenix as me. OH the excitement of jacking in the shower and feeling the spray of water over his tight muscular body- this is the life he thought to himself. However, while he dried off and was getting ready to sneak into my clothes to get dressed, Keith was in his hotel room preparing to put on my soiled boxer briefs and shorts from the rest stop.

As Kevin flexed in the mirror, Keith was doing that very thing. With in minutes poor Kevin was watching my body age and get taller- skin tone and body features were changing fast and he was about to shit himself as Keith’s final shape to form right in front of him.

“JESUS CHRIST – WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED” - HE SHOUTED”

I awoke instantly and saw the time and then saw Kevin and I knew exactly what must to have happened.

I jumped up and calmed him down and tried to explain what had happened to me at the rest stop, but the jump from 28 to 42 years was making him psychotic and I quickly slid his original underwear on fast to sooth him. As he transformed back into his 15 year old body I told him he must have had a nightmare. The shock and stress made him tired and he just fell back to sleep. He may have fainted, but I suppose it was best he was out like a light.

Now I was still in Kevin’s body and I grabbed my real underwear and slipped into the bathroom while Kevin went back to sleep.

I got back to my own body and then showered and got ready – kissed my mom and drove off- my plan with Keith was to meet once more at the rest stop, to finalize our plans, but I would have to meet him now regardless to get his clothes and change into him as I was supposed to by now anyway.

When we met I had to make an excuse that I over slept and had to change back so as not to scare my brother and mom- he believed me and gave me a pair of his worn jockeys so that we could finally consummate our deal. I was ready to be Keith and head to his home town in Ohio and let him assume my life in Phoenix. After I had undressed and slid on his soiled briefs, and the transformation into Keith’s body was complete, Keith was totally boned in my clothes at watching me transform into him and I knew what I would be doing next.

He whipped out his new young cock and I went to my knees and began to suck him off, but this time it was reversed as I was him sucking him as me. Again he grabbed my head and fucked my face and at that moment I knew I was going to enjoy this. His firm body was pumping me fast and I grabbed onto his tight bubble butt for some balance. I was getting used to hearing my former voice moaning and it was making me hard like magic.

Soon his rich young cream was pumping down my throat and his moans were so wonderful to hear. With a smiling face and sweaty chest he put his cock back into his boxer briefs and buttoned his shorts.

“You have made me the happiest man alive!” He said. And coming back to my feet I grinned and said, “Enjoy every moment of it young man!” And we kissed our final kiss till we would meet again.

See you here in a year he shouted as he pulled away in my car. And I waved good bye as he headed off and I got back into his car and headed back to live his life in Ohio.

As he pulled away I could hear my favorite tunes blasting out of his open window and smiled. “OH the wonderment of being Young I said.”

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