#Body Switching

[unorthodoxx-page]

Switch - A one-shot is LIVE

This is from a twitter prompt from yesterday.  I had fun!  Maybe I’ll come back to it later

Summary: 

“I am calm!” His left foot explodes in electric red and he stumbles at the sudden imbalance. He drops to his knees with a hiss and his entire body glows red. Why is this so hard? From what he can tell Raph’s power is all about emotional regulation, and he’s great at that! Or at least he thought he was. Donnie can’t seem to stop a limb from transforming for more than five minutes.

A hand lands on his shoulder and Mikey crouches before him with a serious look. Or Raph. This is going to get confusing. “Breathe with me ok?” ________

Or 'walking in the other's shoes' was never meant to be literal.

Twitter Prompt: Turtles go on a mission but they've switched bodies. (Leo being Donnie, Donnie being Raph, Raph being Mikey and Mikey being Leo)

#Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #ao3 #AO3 fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #writer #switching bodies #body switching #rottmnt leo #tmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #tmnt Donnie #rottmnt mikey #tmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #tmnt raph

[swap-and-possessions]

Renting to Muscleheads: Transaction (Sunday)

Story commissioned by: Valagon37

Delve into the life of Gerald, a contractual body swapper, as he offers body-swapping services to bodybuilders seeking a break from their strict routines. One frequent client is Devin, a famous Filipino bodybuilder in Canada. As the summer vacation sets in, they find themselves in each other’s bodies throughout the one-week holiday. Gerard continues Devin’s life of being a famous bodybuilding vlogger while Devin enjoys his vacation in Gerard’s body. •·················•·················•

Gerald stretched his arms as he rose from the bed. It has been months since he moved to Canada, but he still couldn't get used to cold mornings such as today. The first thing he does every morning is look for new messages on his Swappr profile. As expected, there were already a couple invites for his services. Back then, weeks passed before Gerald could get a single message. Now? People are clamoring for his body. Not his body, to be specific. But it was the niche in this saturated business he was in. 

One must have knowledge of what Swappr is to understand Gerald's niche. It is an application that utilizes body-swapping technology and compartmentalizes it on everybody's smartphones. A person could swap bodies with other people with a single press! Of course, it is human nature to progress and innovate. Several businesses and gigs popped by the dozen to capitalize on this advancement. People started renting out their bodies to the highest bidders, and this was a region where hot male and female superstars found great success. But as the years went by, the market became saturated with the same handsome hunks and beefy bodybuilders. For a not-so-handsome twink like Gerald, scoring a client seemed impossible. The only clients he had were cheapskates and scammers. He was lucky his body was unharmed during this period of his life. There were rumors about body-lenders returning to their bodies with wounds or bruises. Or worse, addicted to illegal drugs.

For months, Gerald left his account open while he worked other jobs. It was left untouched for months until his colleague saw his profile and introduced Gerald to his colleague's cousin, Ray.

As you can see, Ray is a famous bodybuilder/cosplayer in the Philippines. He has commercials, sponsorships, etc. He earned money by flexing his muscles on camera during his popular live streams. It was a life Gerald could only dream of. But it wasn't all roses and peaches, as Ray explained to Gerald. To have this body means a regimen of daily exhaustive exercise and a strict protein diet. Months have passed since he last ate chocolate, and years have passed since his tongue tasted soda. 

"I'm this close to falling into temptation," Ray stressed. He couldn't think how he'd act if he saw someone eat chips in front of him. Upon hearing those words, Gerald got an idea when he saw the chips he was eating. 

"How about you swap with me for a bit?" Gerald suggested. "I have chips here. It won't harm you if you eat them in my body."

Ray perked up like a lightbulb lit inside his head. "You know what? That is actually a good idea. I don't know why I haven't thought of that before."

With a single button press, Gerald was swept from his seat and transported to a place he could only see through Ray's streams. It was his private gym! All these machines and equipment were bought by the massive muscles he flexed on camera on the daily! And those muscles are now attached to his arms! Gerald wasn't thin by anyone's standard, but he never had muscles this massive. The power! The overwhelming strength! God almighty. This is amazing! 

"People pay to experience a minute in my body. You're lucky I'm desperate to swap with you," Ray chuckled with Gerald's voice on the camera. He seemed to find the bag of chips beside the computer and ripped it open in a second. Gerald could only watch as his old body feasted on the crispy chips and chugged on the 1.5-liter soda. "God! I forgot how good they taste. Do you have other chips? I'm starving for chips!"

"I have a couple hidden on the desk cabinet," Gerald said. "Do I still need to pay after swapping bodies with you?"

"Letting me engorge on all your chips is payment enough. And damn, dude! Your cabinet is filled with chips! Do you eat these daily?"

"Those are actually my month's supply," Gerald said, but it seemed Ray didn't hear him. He was off camera as he ravaged Gerald's stash of snacks. 

With Ray preoccupied, Gerald took the time to acquaint himself with this new fantastic body in front of the mirror. It is not every day that one finds himself in the body of a famous bodybuilder. Gerald might not get this chance again.

In front of the mirror, Gerald touched his face and admired how smooth yet brusque his definitions were. He swapped bodies with other men before, but seeing a different reflection felt like a whiplash he would never get used to. His fingers traced downwards to the bulge of his muscles and the crests between them. He felt how deep they were, how heavy they felt on his body, and how much strength they exuded even though he hadn't flexed them yet. And he did. He flexed them until his muscles were bulging beyond his expectations. He marvels at the chiseled physique exuding more power than he could release from his old body. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he relaxed his muscles. He ended his inspection with a gaze on his pecs and squeezed them as his body slowed to a breathing simmer. 

"You seem to be having with my body," Ray said before burping.

"Oh. I'm sorry if it discomforts you,"

“No. I'm not inconvenienced in any way. I'm already used to it since I lent my body to people before I became a famous streamer. Anyway, I'm ready to swap us back now. I'm sorry for the mess here. I was so eager to do things I couldn't do in that body." Ray opened the Swappr app on Gerald's phone and swapped their bodies in the blink of an eye. Gerald felt he was in touch with greatness by inhabiting Ray's body, but that sense of connection vanished instantly. His stomach was near to bursting, and an overbearing taste of sugar hung in his mouth. Without a break, Ray continued talking before flexing his guns in front of the camera. "Thanks for letting me eat the foods I wanted while I'm in your body." 

"Hnnggg..." Gerald felt like puking after that abrupt change. "No worries, man."

With that, the call ended, leaving Gerald to deal with his emptied stash, chip crumbs all over the floor, and three empty soda bottles rolling under his feet. Gerald could've peeked or jerked off if Ray was to leave his body and place a mess. But, hey! He had the body of a bodybuilding superstar, even if it was only brief.

Gerald's experiences didn't end after his brief touch with Ray. A day after their swap, Ray's next vlog talked about finally getting the chance to eat junk food again. Of course, he preferred doing it in the middle of his strictest diet to clickbait impressions. Without Gerald's permission, he was mentioned in the vlog about how he gave Ray the chance to do this thing for him. Then Ray also linked Gerald's Swappr profile at the end of the video. 

After that? Well... Gerald's cheap Android phone lagged from the flood of notifications on his Swappr profile. He had to turn off notifications and set the privacy to registered users to cut the message invitations to a quarter. By then, his bidding notifications were still popping every minute or so. To score a potential swapper, clients must bid for the highest price. Right now, the highest bid for the daily rate was pushing beyond 1,000 PHP (17.67 USD) and was only getting higher and higher. Gerald checked his messages and saw hundreds of profiles leading to men with muscular bodies asking him to swap bodies. Many availed through the official bidding channels, while others proposed a higher bid but wanted the swap to go under the table. They didn't explain why, but Gerald had an inkling of a thought as to why. These men, who wanted to mask their swapping history, were men who touted to have the most disciplined and resilient minds in their bodybuilding vlogs. They bragged about how few people could follow their strict regimens and diets. Knowing they swapped bodies with Gerald to eat junk food and drink fizzy colas would tout them as great hypocrites in their community.

Gerald wanted none of that mess, so he resorted to the official bidding channels on whose body he would swap with. Since then, Gerald's niche has become known to the bodybuilding community. He was the go-to guy when a bodybuilder wanted to taste junk food or sodas. These guys are so desperate for junk food that they'd spend twenty bucks on something that costs barely a dollar. They also spend an hour of privacy since Gerald demands complete control and view of the people he swaps with. That means he could strip naked, jerk off, take videos and pictures of his masturbating body, etc. That seemed to shy away some of his possible clients. But many were too desperate to experience indulgences they couldn't fulfill in their bodies. 

Since then, Gerald's rate has surged to $50. He had clients lining up his profile for days! It was good that medicine advanced to the point where it could make people immune to electrolyte imbalance disease due to overeating junk food. But it still wasn't enough to prevent people from getting fat, which is what these bodybuilders are avoiding. Gerald had no issue gaining weight since his body efficiently burns calories with a simple cardio workout on his bike. 

Gerald's rate wasn't the only thing that increased. Some of his clients also increased the days on how long they would be in Gerald's body. Eating junk food wasn't the only thing they would do. They would bring Gerald's body on vacations around the Philippines. Gerald may not be buff, but he had looks that bodybuilders need to score men and women on beaches and resorts. Then, they also have the leniency to eat whatever they want. Gerald spent days without returning to his body. He was entertained enough with hourly jerk-offs and photoshoot sessions of his muscular body, but that still left him with more hours to his days with nothing to do.

That was when Gerald started practicing how to act like the body he swapped with. Ray was his usual client and often watched his vlogs, so it was somewhat easy to replicate his strict regimen and confidence in the camera. Ray saw it, and for an additional hundred to his usual daily wage, he requested Gerald act like him and act like he hasn't swapped bodies to eat junk food again. Whenever Ray switches bodies with Gerald, he has to stop his schedule, which translates to frustrated viewers and less money. That wasn't a problem anymore if Gerald could act like Ray. 

And to Ray's surprise, Gerald could replace him one day, and nobody would notice the difference. The guy was a natural-born vlogger/streamer. 

Gerald found his niche. He gave respite to bodybuilders seeking freedom from their strict lifestyle while continuing their life for them. Gerald always grew tired of the taste of soda and junk food after every ‘body swap,’ so the plain and slightly bitter flavor of protein shakes and chicken breasts was a welcome change for him. He also found immense joy in lifting weights and pushing himself until his muscles were aching and pulsating. Gerald relished being a bodybuilder and took even greater delight in displaying his borrowed physique to audiences worldwide. He found his niche and was perfect for it. 

But life has a funny way of curving your tracks. Gerald thought he was comfortable with how everything was going. Gradually, his highest bidders turned out to be foreign bodybuilders. Local bodybuilders couldn't compete anymore with how the bids could go. Most of these winning bids came from the West, particularly in Canada. Gerald was surprised at how many bodybuilders were in Canada. On certain days, as much as a quarter of competing bids for his body came from Canadians. After every transaction, many would comment how it would be better if Gerald lived in Canada. They could eat Canadian junk foods instead of the salty and savory junk food prevalent in the Philippines. 

Many would argue that Gerald's decision was too hasty. That includes Ray, who literally begged on his private call for him to stay in the Philippines.

"Who am I going to swap with if I want Piattos?" Ray begged.

"Ever since you made me famous, many body lenders with a niche similar to mine have appeared. You could ask them," Gerald said on camera as he busily packed his clothes for tomorrow's flight. "I know a few who you'd like."

"I don't want them. I want you!" Ray cried. "I tried others, but they don't act as well as you are. Many of my viewers noticed the shift in personality, and they bashed me in the comments section. That has never happened before!"

"I'm sorry, Ray. My decision is final." Gerald chuckled. "I don't understand why you're crying to me. You could still swap bodies with me even though I'm in Canada, you know? You'll get to eat Canadian junk foods like donuts or poutine."

"Those are good, but I want Piattos or Cheese Curls!" 

"You could send them to my address before swapping bodies with me. It's expensive, but that is the price you must pay if you want a break from your diet." 

"Hmph!" Ray pouted. "Fine. Good luck on your trip to Canada. I wish you great success in that cold, frigid country."

"You know I will,"

With that, Gerald flew to Canada. Driven by sweet promises and opportunities, he continued doing his niche with the Canadian bodybuilder community. But to his surprise, the community was a hotpot of cultures and ethnicities. They helped him settle down and acquaint him with the local populace and culture to better prepare him for his future acts. But he knew knowing the local culture meant little when Gerald simply had to act confident while boasting about his exercise and diet in front of the camera. Many people in his niche have problems in the confidence part, so that leaves Gerald as the best person in his field. 

In time, more and more clients lined up for Gerald's services. But one prevailed over the harsh bidding contests most of the time. His name is Devin. He is a renowned Filipino bodybuilder who found more significant success on foreign shores than in the Philippines. Gerald was like him in a way. Perhaps it was this connection that prompted him to become a frequent client, or maybe it was because Gerald was also Filipino.

"So, it's just a week?" Gerald asked as he sipped on the dark chocolate Devin prepared for him after driving for an hour under that frigid weather outside. Devin was a client who preferred his body swaps to happen face-to-face. 

"A week and a day. We swap today, Monday. Then again next week on Monday. My family and I are going to Boracay, wouldn't you believe it?" Devin said as Gerald gave him a puzzled look. Why wouldn't it happen? Devin was rich, and going to Boracay was possible for him. "We're going to Boracay, that overrated tourist trap. We could've gone to Coron or Siargao. Those beaches are way better, and they have world-class seafood cuisines. You're not allergic to crawfish, right?"

"No. I'm not allergic to any food; last I checked with my allergologist." Gerald had a skin test, and none of the allergens reacted to his body. It was a thankful blessing because of the varied foods his clients would make his body eat. "Overly spicy foods might be a problem for your stomach, though."

"I think I can handle it," Devin scoffed after a brief laugh. "Can you handle a week of my life? It's our most extended transaction so far."

"Given my track record, I can handle it," Gerald said confidently. His most extended stay was three weeks, and it was uneventful, except for forgetting to turn off his stream camera and nearly jerking off in front of twenty-thousand viewers. "If you forgot, our deal means I can jerk off, take pictures of you, etc. My other clients seem to forget that."

"You don't have to say that every time. We swap bodies at the end of every month. I think we're already way past privacy and all that shit. Are you ready?" Devin asked, and Gerald nodded. A single press. A single blink. Both woke up in each other's bodies and acted without a pause in their actions. They've done this countless times already. Devin jumped down from the kitchen island seat and continued doing his prior task of packing his clothes. Since he and Gerald swap bodies often, he already had a set of clothes in Gerald's size. Once done, he went toward Gerald, who was already busy flexing his guns, and swiftly cusped his old body's dick and balls. Gerald grew hard instantly.

"You're going to use my dick a lot this week, don't you?" Devin said with a breathy voice. "God! I could feel how excited you are to use my meat."

"Do you want to have a go, right now?" Gerald smiled. Devin kept his tight hold over his balls. He squeezed Gerald's meat, marbled the testicles between fingers, and kept it warm. He had several experiences with fucking his original body, and half was with Ray in the Philippines. A couple of cocks and his hole remains tight. Maybe it was because the cocks he used to penetrate it were just so big.

"I wish I could, but I can't. My mom called me hours ago, even though our flight won't be until this evening. You know how impatient Filipino mothers are?" Devin let go of Gerald's balls and smelled it. He had grown used to his own aroma, but being in another person's body erases all that. The smell filled his lungs and enthralled his shorter cock to life. Even with an erection, he picked up his baggage and set off for the airport. 

Gerald was left alone in the mansion. He had tasks but was still free to do anything he wanted per the contract. This week will surely be fun.

<<End of Chapter 1 of 8>>

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[darkfictionjude]

I was wondering: what if Sally and MC swapped bodies... The exact same day when MC was sent to the mental hospital? What if it was Percy instead (in MC's body)?

Would they think MC did it? Would they try to behave so they are released sooner?

Let's assume they swap back once they are released too. The reason why the swap happens remaining a mystery.

What do you mean think mc did it? Did what? Murder? Mc would be going either to prison or not be realized from a hospital by their parents in two years. So they aren’t there for that

Sally would try his hardest to do everything asked of him, be a model patient and probably get out in like a year to be honest. He thinks it’s rather simple, not being mentally ill himself.

Percy would have a grand old time actually. He’ll make friends with “crazies” as he calls them and that would stave away boredom and getting drugged up, he also doesn’t have work nor face the disapproval of his father for his laziness. Literally what’s not to love? Honestly might do things to make the stay permanent

#body switching #we wretched creatures

[ihni]

Taking Notes

Body-switching, Harringrove, chapter 1/? (Read on AO3)

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When it happened, it happened out of the blue. One second, Steve was carrying a plate of lukewarm leftovers from the kitchen and into the living room – where he had planned to spend the rest of his Friday night lounging in front of the TV – and the next, he was lying on his back on a lumpy bed and staring up at the cracks in the ceiling. There might have been a brief flash of white, but if there was, it was gone instantaneously.

He blinked.

Cracks in the ceiling. Actually, cracks in an unfamiliar ceiling.

His heart rate sped up, and he jumped out of the bed he was lying in, frantically looking around the room he was in. He didn’t recognize it. There was a bed, a closet and couple of crates with scattered items on it. The room was plain and run-down, the wallpaper peeling in places.

Had he been kidnapped? Had someone hit him over the head and taken him here for ... for ransom or something? Without thinking, he raised his hand to feel around his head for anything to indicate an injury – a bump, a gash, blood ...

What he found instead was even more frightening. Curls.

With wide eyes, he pulled at one lock so he could see it. It wasn’t his hair. His hair was brown. This? This was dirty blonde, and wavy. What the fuck.

His breathing quickened when he noticed his hands. Not his hands, but yet they moved when he wanted them to move; experimentally, he closed his left hand into a fist. Uncurled his fingers, one by one. Flipped himself off. The hand in front of him did all this, but yet it wasn’t his hand.

“What the fuck,” he whispered, and flinched, because he didn’t recognize the voice coming out of his mouth. He tried again, louder this time. “What the fuck?!” And it sounded wrong, so wrong – both to his ears and in his head.

Barely aware of it, he sank to his knees on the floor to make the world stop spinning. This was not his room, not his hair, not his hands, not his voice. What the hell was going on?

There! A mirror on top of a crate, leaning against the wall. Steve slowly approached it, on his hands and knees – needing to see, needing to know, but terrified of what he would find. And he didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this; wasn’t the pale face of Billy Hargrove, staring back at him.

Steve did the only rational thing he could think of – he screamed. Billy’s face in the mirror did the same. Steve threw himself away from the reflection, and saw that the Billy in the mirror did, too, before he lost sight of him.

He ended up sitting on the floor, in the corner between the bed and the wall, facing the room and staring straight ahead with wide eyes, hyper-ventinlating. What the fuck. It was like a mantra running through his head; what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –

His freak-out was interrupted when the door to the room slammed open. His head whipped around, and he found himself staring up at an angry-looking man with a moustache, who stalked into the room and towards Steve. Maybe it was the look on the man’s face, or maybe it was the deliberate way he closed the door behind him – either way, Steve’s heart skipped a beat and he found himself pressing back against the wall, eyes wide.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing?” The man reached down and grabbed Steve’s – or, well, Billy’s – upper arms and pulled him to his feet just so he could slam him against the wall, hard. Steve couldn’t help but let out a gasp, and the man’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Yelling at this hour? Disturbing Susan and your sister? You probably woke up the neighbors. And for what?”

The man was practically growling, and this had to be some kind of dream, some kind of nightmare, this couldn’t actually be happening. Steve’s eyes darted around the room in panic, looking for anything that would explain what the hell was going on – but he was brought back to the present by a hard slap to the face. It stung, and brought tears to his eyes, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. This had to be a nightmare, just a nightmare, just–

“... a nightmare.”

He wasn’t aware that he’d said it out loud until the man grabbed his face in a painful grip and pressed him back against the wall.

“All this noise because you had a nightmare?” His grip on Steve’s – Billy’s – face tightened impossibly, and Steve let out a grunt. It hurt, so without thinking he raised his own hands to shove the man away from him –

– and he suddenly found himself sprawled across the bed, blinking stars out of his eyes. His face was throbbing. When he looked up, the man was standing by the bed, leaning over him menacingly.

Steve was gaping, and was so shocked that he couldn’t get a word out. He hit him!

The man pointed a menacing finger at him and raised his eyebrows in warning.

“Watch it.” The man inhaled through his nose, as if to calm himself, before he continued. “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior, Billy.”

Hearing Billy’s name out of the man’s mouth was like another shock to Steve’s system. Another confirmation that this was really happening, if the pain under his eye wasn’t enough. Because it was clearly not a hallucination; this man saw Billy, too, when he looked at Steve.

There was a timid knock on the door, and a woman’s voice came drifting in from the other side.

“Neil? It’s late.”

The man – Neil, apparently – straightened up, but didn’t take his eyes off Steve, who hadn’t moved from where he had fallen.

“We’ll discuss this further tomorrow.” With that, he turned and exited the room. Steve stared after him, but couldn’t see anyone else outside the door. Whoever the woman was, she was staying out of sight. The door closed, and Steve was left alone.

For a moment – seconds, maybe minutes – Steve didn’t move. He barely breathed. He just stared at the closed door without really seeing it, thoughts whirling in his head so fast he couldn’t focus on just one. Eventually, he blinked, and the room came back into focus.

The room. Billy’s room.

Billy’s room, Billy’s hair, Billy’s body, Billy’s ... dad?

The throbbing in his face was too real for this to be a nightmare, and he doubted his mind would have come up with anything this weird, anyway – usually it was demodogs and lots of teeth that woke him up screaming in the night. So if it wasn’t a nightmare, and it wasn’t a hallucination ... then what the fuck was going on?

Fuck it. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to stay here.

He stood up on shaky legs, after gingerly touching his face and wincing, and made his way over to the window. The room was on the first floor, thankfully, and the window was easy to open. Perfect.

He slid the window open, and only as an afterthought did he turn back and scan the room for shoes and a jacket. He couldn’t see any, and there was no way he was venturing out into the rest of the house to risk another run-in with Neil, whoever he was. Steve’s skin (or Billy’s skin, whatever) crawled with the need to get out of there – to go home – so he simply slipped out through the window, barefoot and wearing only jeans and a T-shirt.

It was early spring, and late at night, so the air was chilly, borderline cold. His feet were freezing in no time – but they weren’t really his, were they? The thought came to him unbidden and made him bite down on a hysterical laugh. He had to be quiet, he didn’t want anyone to notice him leaving.

He knew where Billy lived, because he’d driven Max home a couple of times. But it was night time now, and everything looked different in the dark. Normally, he would have been scanning the trees lining the street for threats – for long humanoid shapes with claws and a face that opened up, or lean dog-like creatures that ran in packs – but he couldn’t concentrate on anything but simply getting home. Plus, getting eaten by monsters right now would almost be an improvement to the current situation.

Still, it was cold, and the thought that it wasn’t really his toes that were in danger of freezing off didn’t help when he was the one feeling it.

The headlights of a car rounding a corner made him look up. The car didn’t pass him, though; it stopped with a screech right in front of him, and then the door opened and someone stepped out onto the asphalt.

He knew that car. That was his car. Then someone spoke.

“Harrington?”

At first, he didn’t recognize the voice, but after blinking and squinting against the light of the headlights, he recognized the silhouette of the person who had gotten out of the driver’s seat. It was a figure he had only ever seen it in a mirror until now. The voice – his own voice, he realized with a jolt, which he had never heard from outside of his own head before – spoke again.

“Steve? Is that you?”

He wet his lips. If he was in Billy’s body, and could see his own body standing just a couple of steps away with a frown on his – its – face, did that mean that this was –

”– Billy?”

~~~

At first, Billy thought he’d fallen asleep. That would be the most likely explanation to why he was lying down in bed one second, and suddenly standing up the next – it wouldn’t be the first time his body woke up before his brain, and he drew in a sharp breath in preparation to deal with whatever had roused him. But then almost immediately he heard a clatter and a crash which made him jump back in fright, and that’s when he realized that something was wrong. On the floor by his feet was a plate, broken in two and with food scattered around it, as if someone had just dropped it. As if he had just dropped it.

The floor was hardwood.

He looked around. He was in a house, but not one he remembered ever having been to before. It was too pristine, too nice, except perhaps for the mess of pillows and blankets on the big sofa only a couple of steps away, in front of which was a big TV where some black and white movie was playing. He couldn’t see another person anywhere.

He swallowed.

“Hello?” he said, and frowned. His voice was all wrong.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat, tried again. “Anyone here?”

But no, his voice still didn’t sound like his voice. And that’s when he noticed that he was wearing sweatpants. He was pretty sure that he’d still been wearing his jeans when he fell into bed, because his sweats were in the bathroom and he didn’t feel like braving the rest of the house until he was sure that Neil had gone to bed. But now he was suddenly wearing sweatpants. And not even his own.

“What the fuck?!” he murmured and took a couple of steps back until he hit a wall. Something fell behind him, and he winced at the sound of shattering glass. In Neil Hargrove’s house, things breaking was either the prelude to some kind of punishment or a punishment in itself, and his first instinct was to brace for some kind of impact. When nothing happened, he fell back on his second instinct; cleaning up the mess he’d made before Neil noticed.

The mess in question was a photo frame that had been hanging on the wall, but which was now on the floor, with broken glass surrounding it. The really interesting part, though, was the photo itself. It pictures three people, smiling stiffly at the camera. Billy didn’t recognize two of them, but the third? The third one was Steve Harrington.

Was this Steve’s house? If so, why was he in Steve’s house? Was this some kind of prank? If it was, someone would get their ass kicked for su–

Billy had raised his head and looked around for whoever was responsible for this, and his mind screeched to a halt when he locked eyes with Steve, standing in a doorway on the other side of the hallway opposite to him. Billy’s eyes narrowed and he took a step forward.

“What do you– “

And he stopped, and felt like someone had yanked the floor from under his feet, because that was a mirror. He was looking at himself in a mirror, and Steve’s face was looking back. Faintly, he raised his hand to touch his face. Steve, in the mirror, did the same. He walked closer to the mirror, touched his fingers to the glassy surface. Shook his head. Made a face. Slapped himself.

The reflection did the same – there was no doubt he was looking at a mirrored image of himself. Only, he wasn’t Steve Harrington.

This wasn’t real. That was the only explanation. While making gestures to the image in the mirror, he considered his options. It could be a dream – a very vivid dream. He could be on drugs – he didn’t remember going out to party, but maybe he’d forgotten? Or maybe he’d gotten hit in the head one too many times, and was currently in a coma. Or dead.

He glanced around the empty house. If he was dead, the afterlife could honestly have been worse.

Testing out theory number one, he pinched himself, hard. It hurt, and he grimaced – and catching a look of himself in the mirror, it made him huff out a breath. Harrington’s face was not made for silly faces.

But not a dream, then. And nothing actually hurt, so he didn’t think he’d gotten hit in the head – he’d never experienced anything close to this after any beating in the past, either. And his thoughts were way too clear for him to be on drugs, so –

– so either he was really dead, or he’d somehow ended up in Harrington’s body.

Harrington’s body.

Before thinking it through, he reached for the hem of the sweatpants and pulled it away from his body. Looked down. Raised his eyebrows. Because okay, that was definitely not his, and it only drove the point home. He had somehow ended up in Harrington’s body. In Harrington’s house. In –

Wait. If he was here, as Harrington ... did that mean that Harrington was at his house, as him? Or maybe someone else was? Where the hell was his body?

Overwhelmed with the sudden urge to check in on ... well, himself ... he opened the front door. It was dark and chilly outside, so he grabbed the closest jacket from a hanger and shrugged it on, and put his (Harrington’s) feet in a pair of sneakers which were placed neatly by the door. He took a couple of steps outside, and then hesitated. Harrington’s car was parked in the driveway, and wouldn’t it be faster if he drove? Patting the pockets of the jacket didn’t reveal a key, though, so he had to go back inside to look for them. He found them in a bowl on a little table by the entrance to the kitchen, because of course the Harringtons were the kind of people to have a bowl for their keys.

He seriously considered just leaving the door unlocked, because people with this kind of money were basically asking to be robbed, but in the end he didn’t. He might get in trouble somehow, if he did.

Getting in an unfamiliar car, while using an unfamiliar body, was not comfortable. He sat higher up than he was used to, and the seat felt wrong.

Probably because it was wrong. Everything was fucking wrong.

With considerable effort, he managed to push all thoughts out of his head while he started the car and backed out of the driveway. Driving, at least, felt natural, even though it wasn’t his Camaro. He hadn’t spent much time in this particular neighborhood, but Hawkins was tiny compared to what he was used to, and he’d spent many late nights just driving around instead of going home; he’d driven down every road in town at least once. He knew exactly where to go to get back home. Not that he knew what he would do when he got there. He didn’t think that Neil would take kindly to a strange boy knocking on his front door at this time of night.

He never got that far, though. He had driven through town – empty and dark at this time of night – and had just gotten into his own neighborhood when the headlights of the car illuminated a huddled-over figure. Billy didn’t recognize him at first. When he did, his eyes widened and he stepped on the breaks.

The figure was him. Billy. That was his body, out walking in the middle of the night – in only a T-shirt, and not even wearing shoes! What the hell?

He got out of the car without a second thought. If he was in Harrington’s body, then it made a horrible sort of sense if this was actually ...

“Harrington?”

He watched his own face go slack with surprise, and it was such a strange expression to witness that he had to clear his throat before he spoke again.

”Steve? Is that you?”

And the Billy in front of him finally spoke, with a shaky voice.

”Billy?”

Yeah, that was Harrington alright. A confirmation, right there. And there was really only one thing he could say after that; “Shit!”

~~~

Steve was reeling, but as soon as he’d collected his thoughts enough that he could form actual sentences, it was like a dam breaking.

“What the fuck is going on? Billy? Why the fuck are you in my body, why am I in your body, why are you driving my car?”

Billy – because even when he was in Steve’s body, there was no mistaking that scowl – gestured to the dark street around them. “You really wanna do this here? Get in the car.”

“That’s my car!”

Billy-wearing-Steve took a couple of steps forward before he stopped and took a deep breath, nostrils flaring. “I know it’s your car, but do you see any other mode of transportation here right now? It’s not like you brought mine!” He glanced down at Steve’s bare feet. “Or even bothered to put on shoes, what the fuck, Harrington?”

“I had other things on my mind!” Steve snapped and stalked towards the BMW.

He shouldered past the other him, but when he reached for the door on the driver’s side, he felt a hand on his shoulder and was spun around to face … well, himself. And the look on that face was incredulous.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like, Hargrove? I’m getting in my car and I’m going home!” And, since Billy might actually have some answers as to what the hell was going on, he added, “If you wanna come, then get in.”

“You’re not driving,” Billy said – with a finality that really irked Steve right now, so he grabbed Billy (himself) by the front of his T-shirt and slammed him against the car. It was ridiculously easy in this body, which only made Steve angrier.

“And why the hell not?”

Billy – as Steve – didn’t move, but stayed pressed up against the car as he answered. “Well, for one, I wouldn’t want you to crash the car with both of us in it. You’re clearly upset.”

“And you’re not!?”

“Also you’re not wearing shoes, genius. You gonna drive barefoot?”

Smugness was not an emotion that suited Steve’s face, he found, and he mentally regretted half of his high-school career. With a growl – that sounded much more threatening coming from Billy’s throat, damn it – he pushed off the other boy and stalked around to the passenger side of the car. When he’d gotten in, he slammed the door shut and resolutely stared out the window as Billy got in the driver’s seat and started the car.

None of them spoke on the drive back to Steve’s house. Steve reached out to turn the heat up, because he was freezing, but he didn’t even look over at the other occupant in the car. When they got to the house, Billy hadn’t even put the car in park before Steve was out and walking up to the house. He found himself unable to enter, though, because the door was locked and he didn’t have a key. To his own house. It only added fuel to the fire within – because being angry was better than being afraid.

Fuming, he turned around and was startled when Billy threw his keys at him without comment. Once he’d fumbled the door open, he went straight for the kitchen. He was rummaging through a cupboard when he heard the sound of footsteps on tiles, and without even turning around he said, “Shoes off.”

“Are you kidding me?” Wow, his voice did not sound good when he was whining. He mentally regretted the other half of his high-school career.

“Shoes. Off.”

“Whatever,” Billy muttered, but Steve could hear him leave, and it was followed by the sound of shoes being kicked off out in the hall.

By the time Billy sauntered back into the kitchen, Steve was sitting at the kitchen table, expertly opening a bottle of his mother’s wine.

“Oh, that looks so wrong,” he heard his own voice say, and looked up to see his own face screwed up in dismay. “Wine? Really, Harrington?”

“Shut up, or you’re not getting any.”

To his surprise, Billy sat down opposite to him by the table and waited patiently until Steve had gotten the bottle open and tipped what felt like half of it down his throat, before he held his hand out expectantly.

And okay, if Steve looked that pathetic drinking straight from a wine bottle, then Billy must have looked even more tragic. Steve could kind of see where Billy’s complaints were coming from.

Once Billy had taken his own generous swig from Steve’s mother’s second most expensive wine – the one reserved for the fancier guests – Steve reached out for it again and locked eyes with … well, himself.

“Okay, so. Is this a better place to talk about why we’re suddenly wearing each other’s faces?”

Billy glared at him. “It certainly beats the middle of the road at night in Hawkins.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, and Steve had to bite his tongue to avoid snapping at him to cut it out – because that was his hair, and he didn’t want Billy touching it, even if it technically was with his own hands. Instead, he took another swig from the bottle.

“What the fuck is going on?” he said, and was quite proud of how civil he made it sound.

“Beats me,” Billy replied. “I was in my room, and all of a sudden I was here. You?”

Steve frowned. “Same. You didn’t feel anything beforehand? You didn’t do anything?”

“You think I did this?” Billy scowled at him, and Steve wanted to laugh. That face probably looked more threatening when Billy was wearing it. Then he realized that he was laughing at the way his own face looked when annoyed, which put a dampener on his amusement.

“If one of us did anything, I’m pretty sure it’d be you, yeah.” Before Billy could get angry, Steve continued, “But I really don’t think that any one of us caused this to happen. Unless you’re secretly a warlock or something.”

And dear lord, the kids were rubbing off on him.

Thankfully ignoring Steve’s last statement, Billy reached for the wine again and drank. After that, he stretched out and put his feet up on the table. Which, gross – even though they were really Steve’s feet, and Steve had had his feet on this particular table a thousand times before.

Still.

“Feet off the table, you absolute ass,” he said and pushed Billy’s feet down.

Billy mumbled something that might have been “Prissy bitch,” but Steve didn’t want to have to fight himself in his own kitchen so he ignored it in favor of getting back on track.

“So you really have no idea why this is happening?”

Billy shook his (Steve’s) head. “Your guess is as good as mine, pretty boy.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“I’m not. I’m currently looking at myself, and I am very pretty.”

“God, you are so full of yourself.”

“Actually, right now I’m pretty sure I’m full of you.”

Steve stood up so fast that his chair fell to the floor, and reached out to yank Billy closer by the front of his shirt before Billy had time to do more than flinch. “Do you think this is funny, Hargrove? Is this a fucking joke to you?”

Watching his own face from this close wasn’t unlike looking in a mirror, except for how it wasn’t scrunched up in anger. Instead, Billy was grinning at him.

“You wanna hit me, Harrington?” He licked his lips. “Go ahead. Just remember that it’s your own face that you’re wrecking.”

Steve pushed him away, disgusted. “You’re fucking appalling.”

“In this body, maybe.”

Narrowing his eyes at the other boy, Steve threw his hands up in frustration. “What is wrong with you? Aren’t you the least bit concerned that we’re evidently stuck in each other’s bodies and have no idea how to undo it?!”

Billy made a show of looking around in the kitchen before he took another gulp of wine. Then he shrugged. “I mean, I’ll miss my body, not gonna lie, but you have a pretty sweet house here, Harrington. I could do well with all this.”

With a growl, Steve pulled Billy out of his chair and pushed him back until he hit the wall. Steve followed when Billy stumbled back, and ended up pressing his arm against Billy’s throat – only, of course, things were fucked up, so in reality he was pressing Billy’s arm against his own throat.

Billy drew in a sharp breath when he hit the wall, but then he smiled. “So you’ve decided to hit me, after all? Go ahead.” His smile widened. “After all, your face is used to it.”

Steve knew he was trying to get a rise out of him by talking about the night at the Byers’, and it didn’t help his sour mood. To retaliate – because while he did want to punch Billy’s lights out, he actually didn’t want to hit himself in the face – he leaned back somewhat and touched the face he was wearing, where the man – Neil – had hit him earlier, and said, “Apparently, so is yours.”

Billy’s eyes flickered down to the spot Steve was touching, before he looked up again, eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?” He sounded wary, as if he didn’t really want to know.

Steve allowed a smug smile to creep onto his face – he knew it was effective, because he’d seen it on Billy a lot in the last six months.

“Neil,” he said simply.

That name, that one word, was all that was needed for Billy to stop smiling. Billy’s eyes hardened, and he tried to shove Steve off of him – but Steve wouldn’t let him. He was stronger in this body, and it was kind of intoxicating to know that he held this kind of power over Billy, for the first time in forever. Even if it was because of some magical mix-up.

“What did you do?” Billy said, in a low voice, when he’d given up on trying to push off the wall – he was obviously as reluctant as Steve to actually throw a punch at his own face.

“I didn’t do anything,” Steve half-lied. “He came in and clocked me anyway.”

And Billy … sagged down against the wall, at this. Closed his eyes momentarily and licked his lips. Took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had squared his jaw and was glaring at Steve.

“Get off me.”

Steve didn’t move for a couple of seconds, wanting to hold onto that shred of power for a moment longer, but then he abruptly let go of Billy and took a couple of steps back. Billy drew himself up and kept scowling at him.

“So what?” he said, and shrugged one shoulder. “My dad smacks me around sometimes. It’s no big deal.” His movements were jerky, and Steve didn’t know if it was because he was in an unfamiliar body, or because he was trying too hard to make it look like he was unaffected.

It didn’t matter. Steve didn’t really care. If Billy’s dad hit him once in a while, that wasn’t his problem. Besides, Billy was an asshole – a complete and utter jerk – and probably deserved to be taken down a peg or two, no matter who was doing the taking down.

“You’re right,” he therefore said. “It’s not a big deal, and I don’t fucking care. Only, this time it was me in your body, and I don’t particularly enjoy getting beat on, so. I’d really like to find a solution to this little problem of ours, so I can get back to being myself, and you can go back to your own shitty life.”

Billy laughed, but it sounded mean. “Yeah sure, let’s put our heads together and find a solution.” He sneered. “As if it’s that easy. We don’t even know what happened, and it’s not like we can just call someone and ask – they’ll lock us up and throw away the key!”

Steve privately disagreed. He knew at least some people who would believe him if he told them what had happened – but he wasn’t eager to introduce Billy to those people, or to let him in on the reasons why they would believe him, so he just hmm:ed.

They stood in silence for a couple of seconds, before Billy took a deep breath. “I have to piss. Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left,” Steve answered without thinking. And then he realized what this meant. “Wait!”

Billy, who’d already taken a step towards the hallway, turned again. “What?”

Steve stared at him. “You can’t … You’re gonna …”

Billy huffed. “Oh for fuck’s sake, would you rather see me piss myself?! I’ve seen your dick before, asshole!”

With that, he stalked out of the kitchen and down the hall, and Steve resolutely refused to think about Billy touching him … there, or anywhere else, even though it wasn’t technically with Billy’s hands. He winced and drained the last of the wine from the bottle in one go before deciding that if he was going to survive tonight, he’d need something stronger than his mom’s wine.

With his sights set on his father’s liquor cabinet, he walked into the living room and almost cut his foot on a shard of the broken dinner plate he had been carrying, what seemed like a lifetime ago. There was cold leftover food splattered across the floor, and he rolled his eyes.

“You could have cleaned up!” he yelled over his shoulder, as he took a step over the mess.

“I had other things on my mind at the moment!” was the yelled reply, coming from the bathroom. “You could have put on some goddamn shoes.”

“Whatever,” Steve muttered, and fished out a bottle of whiskey from his dad’s stash. It was half full. On second thought, he grabbed another bottle too, before he closed the cabinet and plopped down in the sofa. Put one bottle on the table, and opened the other. Because if there ever was a time and place for heavy drinking, it had to be now, and here.

“Ooh, you brought out the good stuff,” Billy commented when he entered the living room – and side-stepped the mess on the floor without making a move to clean it up, which annoyed Steve but didn’t surprise him in the least. Steve took a swig of the whiskey as Billy snagged the other bottle from the table and threw himself into the armchair, feet hanging over the armrest.

Neither of them spoke for almost a minute, and then Steve let out a deep sigh. He felt like crying.

“What?” Billy asked, surprisingly perceptive.

Steve screwed his face up in dismay; absolutely miserable. “I have to use the bathroom, too."

~~~

Billy woke up with a groan. His mouth was dry, his head was pounding, it felt as if his eyes were being stabbed by tiny knives, and he was pretty sure he was gonna throw up.

As if he’d said that out loud – and he was pretty sure he hadn’t – a voice somewhere close by said, “If you’re gonna hurl, aim away from the carpet.”

He cracked one eye open and – barely – focused it on the blurry figure in front of him. The blurry figure who was him.

Oh yeah. Steve was him, now, and he was Steve. So that hadn’t been a dream, then. Go figure.

And apparently, Steve wasn’t blessed with just a moderate hangover. Oh no, he had to be one of the unlucky ones with hangovers from hell. Billy wanted to die.

“Here.”

A hand appeared in front of his face, holding a glass of water and a white pill. With considerable effort and shaking hands, he took both of them. Put the pill on his tongue and carefully swallowed it along with a sip of water. When it didn’t make him throw up, he drank some more.

“I hate your body,” he managed in between sips.

“I know. You keep telling me. For the record, I hate yours, too.”

“One more point off for you.”

“Nope. You already took a point off for this last night.”

Billy remembered. Last night, before they even begun to attempt to find a solution to their predicament, they’d dealt with it in their own way; they’d gotten spectacularly drunk on Steve’s dad’s fancy liquor, sprawled out on Steve’s fancy living room furniture. Steve had been the one to start the whole points system when he’d pulled at his (Billy’s) ratty T-shirt and said, “Honestly, Hargrove, a point off for your horrible fashion sense, this shirt has holes in it!”

“Well,” Billy had slurred from his spot on the armchair, “A point off for your stupid hair!” It kept getting in his eyes.

From there on, they took points off the other for just about everything. Steve got points taken off for not allowing shoes in the house, for his lack of appropriate snacks, and for his car. Billy got points taken off for his bitten-down nails, for the necklace that he wore – and that Steve kept tangling his hand in – and for his car (“Hey, Lenore is my baby, Harrington, you don’t get to diss her!”).

Billy wasn’t sure what they’d ended up with, points-wise – or even if they’d been keeping score – but he was sure of one thing.

“Last night’s point was for you not holding your liquor. This one’s for the hangover. Jesus Christ.”

Steve snorted at him, and resumed his walking around in the room. Billy watched him wearily while he was sipping at the glass of water from where he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the armchair. Steve – in Billy’s body, of course – didn’t seem to be able to sit still for long, and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. And suddenly it hit Billy, who laughed (and regretted it immediately, when it sent a sharp pain through his head).

“What?”

“You need a cigarette,” Billy rasped.

Steve – as Billy – glared at him. “I don’t really smoke anymore.”

Billy squinted at him and gave him a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “But I do.”

It took a few moments before understanding dawned on Steve’s face, and it was quickly followed by an unimpressed look. Without a word, he turned and left the room. Billy winced as he walked loudly up the stairs, and he was certain Steve made as much noise as possible just to make him suffer.

Jesus. If he ever got back in his own body, he’d never complain about a hangover again. No wonder Steve didn’t really party anymore.

The sound of a door being slammed shut on the second floor of the house made Billy wince again. He looked over towards the opening to the hallway when he heard Steve stomping down the stairs, and had time to see him stride past it before he heard the front door open and close.

He frowned. What the hell? Where was he going?

Struggling to get to his feet, and swaying a little before finding his footing, he took a cautious step forward. When he didn’t fall down or throw up, he hobbled onwards, and found Steve standing right outside the front door with a cigarette between his lips. His eyes were closed, and he was taking deep breaths.

Billy was a little jealous, suddenly. He wanted a smoke, too – not because his current body needed it, but because he wanted something to do with his hands – but he was pretty sure that if he tried to smoke right now, he’d hurl in Mrs Harrington’s flowerbed.

Steve sighed, and without opening his eyes he said, “I hate your body.”

Billy leaned against the door, holding his arms and squinting against the morning light. “I know.”

Steve opened his eyes and glanced at Billy. After a pregnant pause, in which he looked Billy over from head to toe, he said, “I look like shit.”

Billy breathed out through his nose, amused, and made a show out of checking his own body out. “I’m happy to report that I look great, as always.”

Which was a lie. The body that Steve was currently inhabiting was far from the one that Billy was used to seeing in the mirror. His hair looked like a rat’s nest, his skin was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. There was a slight discoloration under his eye, which –

Neil. And it was already morning!

“Shit!” Billy scrambled to stand up straight before he remembered that he wasn’t the one who was late. And that made him freeze and stare at Steve, wide-eyed.

Steve, who was watching him with one eyebrow raised, holding the cigarette between two fingers.  “What?”

“You need to go.”

Steve screwed his – Billy’s – face up in confusion. “What?”

“You have to go home.” Before Steve could mark words, Billy shook his head (and regretted it, because ow). “I mean, you have to go to my place. Neil’s gonna … shit. Neil’s gonna freak out if I’m not there when he wakes up.”

Steve looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

“Yeeaah,” he drawled, drawing the word out. “I’m not going back there. No way.”

Shit shit shit.

“You have to.”

“Uh, no I don’t. He said something about further discussions today, and if that means what I think it means, then fuck no, I’m not going back there, ever.”

A ball of ice was forming in Billy’s stomach at Steve’s words. And damn it, Steve didn’t get it. Dragging his hand through his (Steve’s) hair and desperately missing pulling on his curls, Billy tried to explain.

“Listen, if you don’t get back there before he notices you’re gone, it’s just gonna get worse.” Steve looked like he was going to interrupt, but Billy wouldn’t let him. “Look, we don’t know how long this whole body thing is going to last, or how to get back. Until we can figure something out, we’re gonna have to pretend to live each other’s lives, right? We agreed on it yesterday.” He was pretty sure that was the conclusion they had eventually come to, anyway. Steve had seemed adamant that they couldn’t tell anyone. “And I’m telling you, you have to go home, right now. The later you get back … it’s just gonna get worse.”

Steve looked a little concerned now, as he finished his cigarette, threw the butt to the ground and … didn’t step on it, like Billy would have done. Billy looked down. Steve still wasn’t wearing shoes.

“Wait,” Billy said, something moving in the back of his head. “You … Yesterday, you weren’t wearing shoes. Why?”

Steve pushed past him to get back inside as he answered. “I wasn’t going to risk leaving your room to find a pair of shoes.” The ‘duh’ was implied.

“So, how did you get out?” Billy asked, but he already knew.

“The window,” Steve answered and went into the kitchen.

“Okay,” Billy said and licked his dry lips. He walked up to Steve, who was leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and pulled on his arm. “Okay. You’re gonna have to go back there, and if we’re lucky, he’s not going to have noticed that you’re gone yet.”

Fat chance; Neil always woke early. But maybe, maybe they’d get lucky today. Maybe something would go Billy’s way for once. It usually didn’t, but Steve was involved now, and things usually worked out for him, right?

“I’m not –“

Billy turned and looked the other boy in the eyes. “Steve, please.” He really didn’t want to be begging, but Steve already knew about Neil, and if Billy was hoping to get back to his own body eventually, he couldn’t have Steve fuck up his already unstable home situation. Steve didn’t seem to care about what Neil had done in the past, which was fair, but surely he’d be able to see the practicalities of avoiding further harm since he was currently in Billy’s body, and would be the one on the receiving end if Neil decided to teach his son another lesson.

“If you go back now, there’s a chance he won’t even have noticed you’ve been gone.” Not a very big chance, but … “And even if he did, all he’s going to do is smack you a couple of times, maybe. But if you wait … it’s going to be worse. Much worse.”

~~~

Steve was frowning at Billy’s insistence that he had to go back to his house. What was he, crazy? Steve wasn’t going to willingly go back into a house with a man who would most likely want to hit him. Steve told Billy this, and watched as Billy worried his bottom lip with his teeth and furrowed his brow.

“What are you gonna do, then?” Billy asked and squinted at him. “Stay here? You don’t think that Billy Hargrove staying at Steve Harrington’s house is going to raise a few questions? Not to mention that I’m not eighteen yet. My dad technically has the law on his side, and could force you to go back. And believe me, Harrington, if that happens …” He seemed to be searching for words. “Well. It’s gonna be bad.”

“Bad for whom?” Steve couldn’t help asking. “For you or me?”

Billy threw up his hands, and swayed a bit where he stood. That’s right, he was still dealing with the hangover – Steve had been pleasantly surprised this morning when he hadn’t felt even half as bad as he usually did after a night of heavy drinking. Another reason to despise Billy.

“Bad for me,” Billy growled, “which right now means bad for you!” He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and seemed to steel himself. In a calmer voice, he said, “Come on, man. I’ll owe you one.”

Now that was interesting. Steve looked Billy over; he was clenching his jaw and had a look on his face as if he was facing a firing squad, but he looked Steve in the eye and didn’t waver. Steve didn’t think that Billy was the kind of person to ask for help about anything, and that in itself was what really drove the point home; Billy was actually worried.

Steve frowned. Billy was right, in a way. They didn’t know what was going on, and before they had a chance to find out – or before Steve had a chance to talk to, like, Hopper or … or the kids, or whatever – they’d have to play nice and pretend to be each other to avoid suspicion. And to do that, he’d have to go back to Billy’s place at some point.

Damn it.

“You’ll owe me two,” he said and pointed at Billy’s face.

Billy almost sagged in relief, and nodded. “Yes, yes, whatever, I’ll owe you two. Now come on, we have to go.”

“‘We’?”

“It’ll be faster if we drive.”

Billy was trying to drag Steve to the door, but Steve put his foot down at this. “Okay, no. Yesterday was a one-time thing. I’m not letting you drive my car again, no way.”

Billy looked like he wanted to protest – and if Steve ever got his body back, he’d have to remember to avoid that petulant look in the future, because it made him look like a five year old who was seconds away from stomping their foot – but Steve shook his head. “No. Not up for discussion. If I’m doing this, then I’m going alone.”

“I could come with you.” It was said hesitantly, as if Billy wasn’t sure why he was offering. “Drive the car back afterwards, maybe?”

“Hell no!” Steve said. “I’m parking it down the road and walking the last bit.” Because it would make him feel better to have a way of getting out of there if he needed it, that didn’t involve walking barefoot down the road.

“Okay,” Billy said and licked his lips. “Okay. Fine. Just, try to sneak in through the window? If we’re lucky, he won’t have noticed.” It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Steve, which didn’t make Steve feel better.

While Steve was putting on a pair of sneakers – they weren’t as comfortable on Billy’s feet as they were on his own, but they were better than nothing – Billy looked like he wanted to say something. But it took for Steve to reach for his car keys and turn to the door for him to finally speak up.

“Wait.”

Steve half-turned towards him. Billy fidgeted, and then cleared his throat.

“If he … if he knows you’ve …” He shook his head and started over, and it looked like the words pained him. He looked anywhere but at Steve. “If he goes after you, don’t talk back, okay? Be respectful. Don’t raise your hands towards him. Look him in the eye, but not for too long.” Steve frowned and felt his pulse speed up at each added instruction as Billy continued, visibly uncomfortable, “And, uh, if he does hit you? Try not to make a sound.”

“‘Try not to make a sound’?” Steve repeated, because what.

“It’ll just be easier if you’re quiet. Believe me.” He still refused to look at Steve, and continued before Steve had the chance to comment, “Call here when you can. Don’t call if he’s still in the house, though.”

Steve turned towards him fully, narrowing his eyes. “This doesn’t make me feel better, Hargrove.”

Billy’s eyes flickered up to his before he looked away. “It’s not supposed to make you feel better, it’s supposed to help you.”

Steve was really beginning to second-guess this whole thing. It felt surreal. It almost sounded as if Billy … cared, in a way, which couldn’t be right. Billy was an asshole. He was probably just happy that he’d be able to pass off a potential beating to someone else. Probably just trying to protect his own body or whatever. But still. The way Billy wouldn’t meet his eyes left Steve with a bad taste in his mouth, and he didn’t know if he was thankful for the advice, or resented Billy for the whole thing, even though it wasn’t technically the other boy’s fault.

Ignoring all of that for now, he turned and left without another word. He closed the door behind him, and boy did it feel weird to leave Billy Hargrove alone in his house while he got in his car to go to Billy’s place.

During the whole drive over, he questioned his own sanity. What the fuck was he doing, going back to that house?! He should go to the police station instead, talk to Hopper. Tell him what had happened. He was pretty sure Hopper would believe him – he knew a lot of stuff that Billy wouldn’t know, after all. And after Hopper found out, he would help … he still had some connections with the lab, after all; Steve had heard him mention it to Joyce at one point.

But. He kind of didn’t want Billy to get involved in the weird parts of Hawkins – Steve would never get rid of the guy, if he got involved in the Upside Down business. Also, Steve personally wasn’t very keen on getting involved with any lab people, ever again. He’d heard the horror stories; about El, about Will. And despite everything, he wasn’t naïve enough to think that Hopper would actually be able to help them with this.

This was kind of an unheard-of situation, after all.

So before he knew it, he turned up on Billy’s street. He passed the house, going slow, and checked it out. Two cars were parked on the driveway – Billy’s, and another one – and the house seemed quiet enough from the outside. It was still kind of early, and a Saturday, so maybe Steve would be able to sneak in undetected.

He parked his car further down the street, and walked back. When he snuck around to the side of the house, he started getting nervous. This was insane. This was actually insane. It suddenly struck him how fucking surreal this whole situation was. Maybe he’d been wrong earlier. Maybe it was just some kind of fucked-up fever dream, after all.

God, he hoped this was just a fever dream.

He got to the window he was pretty sure was the one he’d crawled out of last night – it was still open, after all – and carefully peered inside. Yup, this was the room he’d been in. Billy’s room. He carefully braced himself on the windowsill and heaved himself up. Billy’s body felt heavier than his own – stockier, in a way – but he was strong, so Steve got back inside without a problem.

Stumbling a little after standing up straight, he turned and silently closed the window behind him. Now what? What was he supposed to do now? He wished he’d asked Billy before he left home.

He figured he’d just lie down for a bit for now, and turned to the bed –

– and almost jumped out of his skin. There, in the darkest corner of the room, sat Neil – Billy’s dad – unmoving on the bed. His back was straight, his shoulders were tense, and his eyes were following every movement Steve made – including the epic flailing that Steve couldn’t stop in time.

The man was dressed in a light blue shirt and khaki-colored pants. His hands were resting casual-like on his knees, and he was holding –

Jesus Christ. He was holding a belt.

Steve felt his mouth go dry, thinking of everything Billy had said – and what he hadn’t said. Look him in the eye, don’t talk back. How about talking at all? Neil wasn’t speaking, he was just watching. Steve straightened up, but couldn’t help fidgeting where he was standing. The silence was too much, too uncomfortable. If Billy had been here, what would he have said?

“Uhm, hi … dad.”

Probably not that, judging by the way Neil’s eyes narrowed. And Steve, despite Billy’s advice, looked away – suddenly irrationally afraid that the man would be able to sense, somehow, that it was Steve in there, instead of his son.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted.

That, at least, broke Neil’s silence. “Are you?” He sounded too calm. Steve felt as if it was a trap, but nodded anyway – he didn’t dare speak again.

“What are you sorry for?”

Shit. What was he sorry for? What would the man expect to hear?

“For being so loud last night.”

“Ah, yes,” Neil said and stood up. “A nightmare, was it?”

He definitely hadn’t liked that answer last night, but somehow Steve thought it’d be worse to suddenly change his story. So he nodded, hoping for the best.

“What about sneaking out, without asking permission or telling anyone where you were going?” Neil took a step closer, and Steve backed up a step on instinct. “What about leaving the window open and chilling out half the house?” Another step. “What about staying out all night and only getting home now, smelling like a brewery?” Another step, and shit, Steve was backed up against the wall now. Neil took two more steps and got in Steve’s face, and when he spoke next, his voice was so low it was almost a whisper. “Are you sorry about that, son?”

Steve desperately wanted to push him away, but – Don’t raise your hands towards him – didn’t. Instead, he gritted his teeth and nodded. Held his breath.

Neil took half a step back, and Steve breathed out a silent sigh of relief. Until he glanced up and saw the man’s face. Neil’s eyes were dark and he looked utterly unemotional when he said, “Turn around.”

Steve didn’t understand. “What?”

“Turn. Around,” Neil repeated, and his voice made a shiver run down Steve’s spine. “Hands on the top shelf.”

Steve glanced to the side. There was a bookcase there, built into the wall. But why would–?

A hard slap to his face made his head snap to the side, and he raised his hand to cradle his stinging face –

– and suddenly found himself sitting down, staring at a desk, with his hand against his decidedly not-stinging face. The desk was his own. The room was his own. He pulled at his hair and glanced at it. It was brown and straight – also his own.

He was back in his own body!

Standing up so fast that he knocked the chair over, he rushed over to the mirror on the wall. When he saw himself – himself, Steve Harrington! – in the mirror, he laughed out loud. He put his hands to his face, ran them through his hair, patted himself down – all the while grinning like a loon. He had never been happier to see his own reflection in the mirror, even though his hair was a mess and his mouth tasted like death.

“Oh, thank god!”

He had never been happier to be hungover.

The relief was so overwhelming that he got weak in the knees. He stumbled back and sat down on his bed, and after a few seconds of just sitting there, he threw himself backwards and reveled in the fact that he knew exactly how much he would bounce on the mattress when he did. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose – because he was nauseous – and felt his own heart beat in his chest. All the tension that he’d been walking around with for the last twelve hours bled out of him, and he could feel his body – his body! – grow heavy on the bed as he relaxed.

It lasted maybe a minute, before he found himself frowning. Because he was in his room. Why was he in his room? Billy had stayed on the first floor last night. Standing up, and groaning a little at the sudden headache that brought on, Steve walked over to his desk; righted the overturned chair on the way.

On the desk was a piece of paper, ripped from a binder which had been neatly put aside. A pencil was lying on the floor, like maybe it had been dropped there.

On the paper was one word.

 I’m

That was it. Billy must have started writing something, and then gotten interrupted when–

Oh shit. Steve’s drew in a sharp breath. In the euphoria of being returned to his own body, he had forgotten the scene he had narrowly escaped. The way Neil had stared at him, the belt in his hand.

The scene that, if he and Billy had switched back at the same time, Billy would have suddenly been thrown into.

He could feel sweat break out all over his body, even though he was suddenly cold. It might have been because of the hangover, and it might have been the realization that Billy was probably being belted by his dad right now.

He took two steps towards the door before he stopped. Because what was he going to do? It wasn’t like he could just call – he didn’t even have Billy’s number. He couldn’t go over there either, because his car was parked down the road from Billy’s house, and the keys were in Billy’s pocket. And besides, it wasn’t like they were friends. It wasn’t like Steve cared.

Also, Billy had seemed perfectly happy to let Steve walk into that situation. And he lived with the man – he knew what he was capable of. Steve hadn’t wanted to go back, but Billy had insisted. And now Billy was the one to face the consequences.

It was only fair. It wasn’t Steve’s fault, after all.

He licked his lips, and walked out of his room. Down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He filled a glass of water and drank it, slowly. It would help with the headache. After that, he went into the living room and started cleaning up the mess they’d made last night. It didn’t take very long, and when he was done he sat down in the sofa, turned on the TV, and allowed himself to feel miserable for a while.

Not because he was feeling guilty or anything, because he had nothing to feel guilty about. Just, he was still hungover, because Billy had been drinking too much last night and hadn’t known how Steve’s body would react to it. Steve could have warned him, but he hadn’t felt very charitable last night. He’d only wanted things to go back to normal.

And now they were. Back to normal. He was alone in his house for the weekend, and Billy was –

He didn’t care what Billy was doing, or what was being done to him. The bastard had beat Steve up less than six months ago, and he’d been an insufferable asshole ever since he moved to Hawkins. He deserved whatever his dad dished out.

Steve stubbornly managed to not move from the sofa for maybe an hour, while staring blankly at the TV. It took considerable effort to avoid thinking of what had happened. An hour in, though, his thoughts started drifting, and to his annoyance, they drifted right back to Billy Hargrove.

Billy had told Steve to call when he could – did that mean that Billy would call, now when their roles were reversed? But wouldn’t he have called already, if he was going to? Did Billy even have his number?

Without making a conscious decision to move, Steve stood up. He might as well take a walk. Fresh air would do him good in this state – he knew that from experience.

He walked into his father’s office and grabbed the extra key that his mother kept there, put on his shoes and his jacket, and walked out. Locked the door behind him, and started walking.

Despite telling himself that he wasn’t going in any specific direction, he was entirely unsurprised to find himself at the end of Old Cherry Road some thirty minutes later. He wanted his car back, that was all. It didn’t feel right to just leave it parked on the wrong side of town. That’s what he told himself when he got closer to Billy’s house for the second time this morning – this time as himself.

The only car in the driveway now was Billy’s. Did that mean that Neil wasn’t home?

Either way, it wasn’t as if he was just going to knock on the front door. So once more, he snuck up to the window of Billy’s room – it was less nerve wrecking when he was in his own body, which was maybe a little weird, as any curious neighbors would surely be more suspicious of a stranger sneaking up to the house, than if it was Billy. The window was open a smidge – just a couple of inches, but it was enough for Steve to peer through. There was a bundle on the bed that might have been Billy, but it was dark and also he couldn’t see well enough into the corner to be sure that Neil wasn’t there (again). So he knocked on the frame, and then pressed himself to the side of the house, just in case.

He heard movement from inside, and carefully turned his head so he could see who it was. Not surprisingly, it was Billy, and as he spotted Steve, he scowled.

Steve, more relieved than he wanted to admit at the sight of a sour-looking Billy and the distinct lack of Neil in the room, grabbed the window to open it. It wouldn’t budge.

Half convinced that Billy was being difficult somehow – not a wholly unrealistic theory, all things considered – Steve frowned.

“Open up,” he hissed and motioned to the window.

Billy rolled his eyes and shook his head, throwing a glance over his shoulder towards the door. “Can’t.”

Steve, frustrated now, tried again to open the window – and when he still couldn’t, he looked up, only to find that it had been nailed shut (or, as it was, nailed partially open). There were two big nails on either side, through the wooden frame, that kept it in place. He met Billy’s eyes through the glass, and Billy looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Told you.”

Insufferable bastard.

At least he looked unharmed. Not that Steve cared, or anything.

“What’s with the window?” Steve asked, and regretted it immediately, because that’s not not caring!

Billy narrowed his eyes at him. “Why the fuck do you care, Harrington?”

“I don’t,” Steve said, too quickly. “I just want my keys back.” That’s why he’d come, after all.

Billy put his hands in his pockets after Steve had nodded towards them and looked almost surprised when he pulled Steve’s keys out of one of them. For a second, he was just standing there with Steve’s keys in his hand, and Steve was starting to worry that he wouldn’t be getting them back. That Billy was going to grin and keep them, just to be a dick. So he stuck his hand in through the window, palm up – and was almost surprised when Billy placed the keys in his hand without so much as a snide comment.

Frowning, Steve pulled his hand out and closed his fingers around his keys. He watched Billy, whose face was strangely blank – and even though he’d gotten what he came for, he didn’t move. Instead they stood there in silence, watching each other through the glass. It reminded Steve of the night before, when he’d watched himself in the mirror and seen Billy’s reflection in the glass. Steve slowly raised his hand, and half-expected Billy to mirror him – but Billy sneered at him and the moment was broken.

“Why are you still here? You have your keys.”

Steve glowered at him and flipped him off with the hand that he had awkwardly raised. That gesture, Billy mirrored, before he turned his back on Steve and the window and stomped off to his bed, leaving Steve standing there like a moron.

Asshole.

~~~

Billy heard Steve huff out a disbelieving breath, and he pointedly lay down in his bed with his back to the window until he heard a muttered “Asshole” and the sound of retreating steps in the dead grass outside. Only then did he turn his head and listen intently to make sure that Steve was gone.

Once he was certain he was alone again, he rolled over so he was facing the room – so he could keep an eye on the door – and grimaced when the movement pulled on the skin on his back.

It had been a while since Neil had used the belt. The last time was before they moved to Hawkins. His dad knew he played basketball in school, so he could only guess that so far, his old man had wanted to avoid any suspicious marks that would be harder to explain away than what could be blamed on random fights.

Last night, though, he had apparently fucked up enough for Neil to ignore that. With him ‘waking the neighbors with his screaming’ and ‘fucking off to God knows where in the middle of the night’ and ‘leaving the window open, chilling the entire house’ – and honestly, fuck Harrington for not being able to close a goddamn window when sneaking out – Billy had had a nasty surprise waiting for him the moment he was thrown back into his own body. One second he was sitting at Harrington’s desk, and the next he was bent over, back against the wall in his room, with his face stinging from a slap.

It was depressing how familiar that situation was, and how not-disoriented he was about the change this time around. It wasn’t fun in the least, but at least he could take some comfort in the knowledge that he was back to himself.

The belting wasn’t the worst he’d had, but Neil didn’t stop until there were tears running down his cheeks and he had his forehead pressed hard against a shelf in an effort to keep quiet. Only then had he been allowed to turn around and offer his apologies, and promise that it wouldn’t happen again. Neil had nodded, like he always did, and proceeded to let Billy know that he was grounded for the rest of the weekend. Billy had expected nothing less. What he hadn’t expected was for Neil to lock the door after exiting his room, and then use a hammer and some nails to make sure the window stayed open enough to keep the room just on the wrong side of chilly, and yet closed enough to keep Billy from getting out that way.

It was probably supposed to be some kind of lesson, but he couldn’t be sure. Neil didn’t say a word while he was hammering away. Perhaps he was just being an ass. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Neil had left, and Billy could probably have gotten out if he’d wanted to, but it wasn’t worth the risk. His back was aching and he knew he’d have to keep his shirt on for at least four or five days – providing that Neil hadn’t broken any skin – and he didn’t want to risk any further punishments.

So he lay down in bed and tried to get comfortable. He may have dozed off, because he woke up at a knock on his window frame, and who was standing out there but Steve?

Billy had honestly been surprised. He hadn’t expected Steve to show up here, especially not since he’d spent so long this morning bitching about never wanting to go back here again, ever. It was soon revealed that Steve only wanted his car back. And really, what had Billy expected? For Steve to be fucking worried about him? To care about what happened to him once they switched back?

Fuck that.

Steve had been in the room with Neil; must have seen what he was about to do. If Steve was here to gloat, or see Billy at his lowest, he had another thing coming. So Billy had ignored the pain and straightened his back, and given Steve his keys back. Steve had looked almost surprised at that, as if he expected something else. For Billy to break down and lament about his life, perhaps? He obviously didn’t know Billy, if that was what he expected. Because that would never happen.

Still, it was a relief when Steve left. A relief to lie in his own lumpy bed, with his aching back to the wall, and keep an eye on the locked door. After last night, and this morning, even the pain from a belting brought a sense of calm. This, he knew. This was familiar.

This was normal.

Last night had been a fluke. Some kind of strange twist of the universe. It should have been impossible – it shouldn’t have been able to happen. Even now – lying in bed and remembering dragging his hand through hair that wasn’t his own, and watching his own body sit in a chair and drink whiskey straight from a bottle – doubt started to creep in.

Maybe it didn’t happen at all.

It felt like a dream, now. The bruises on his back, they were real. But switching bodies? No. Things like that just didn’t happen. The whole thing was probably just him, a step closer to a mental breakdown. It was nothing he couldn’t ignore if he really tried.

And he’d always been good at pretending nothing was wrong.

Billy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was behind on his sleep, and there wasn’t much else he could do. He was grounded, after all.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringroveweek #bodyswap #body switching #i cannot resist those i cannot #listen this is still a WIP #i am doing something as rare as posting the first chapter before the whole fic is finished #for harringrove week #i will finish but I can't say how long it'll take

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Me, who loves body switching, watching people angrily ranting about the theory that the my school president our skyy episode will be body switching:

#our skyy 2 #my school president the series #my school president #thai bl #body switching

[decemebercircus]

Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Chapter Summary:A recollection of the events of the previous two days.

Notes: here's chapter 2

Sorry its so short. I'll make sure chapter 3 comes soon and is very long.

Characters: lilia, Ruggie,Azul, Leona, Malleus, Yuuta aka Yuu (in capture),

Story: Chapter 2

Chaos in the Classroom

The Day before:

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented.

 

"Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

 

Azul watched from the sidelines. "Are they resolving to get along better now that they have something in common like Yuuta-san leaving?" He wondered.

 

"I wonder what Malleus's unique magic is" Leona thought staring at the pale hand hidden by black gloves.

 

It was probably something that completely overshadowed his own, like everything else about Malleus.

 

"Draconia!"

 

"Oh great seven what?" Leona snapped forgetting what Lilia said about keeping in their respective characters. Crewel took obvious offense to the response.

 

"Just because you are clearly salty about having to retake your third school year due to not showing up to the graduation ceremony, and your precious friend leaving, does NOT mean you can be disrespectful to me by not paying attention in class."

"Ah shit." Leona grumbled massaging his temples and knocking over a book.

"Oh fuck" he swore in agitation as the book made a loud this against the floor.

Later:

"So you didn't do anything stupid did you?" Malleus asked at lunch.

"Quit pestering me. As if anything could possibly damage your reputation" Leona retorted. His eyes scanning the meal options. He could ask Ruggie but that would be awkward. Asking Sebek.... Egh he'd rather get it himself.

"Leona" stared at the food blankly. As if silently confused about this area of the school cafeteria.

 

Leona chose to ignore him and grabbed what he read was hot wings. To Malleus's body it smelled appetizing or maybe he was just that hungry.

 

He felt eyes staring into him but didn't give Malleus the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

 

"Oh for the love of---" Leona groaned as the ominous staring feeling increased. He grabbed the closest thing to him which happened to be French fries. The ominous feeling went away almost instantly. Leona was tempted to turn around and say something but instead he moved on to the drinks where he could watch without making it obvious.

 

So naturally Leona had to do a double take when he saw Malleus get a salad.

 

"Don't say anything about what I'm getting. I didn't say anything about your food" Malleus glared at him.

 

Leona sat down at a random empty table. Immediately across from him Sebek, Silver, and Lilia sat down as well. 'Do they always--'

 

His thought was interrupted by "Leona" sitting next to him followed by a confused Ruggie.

 

That meant there were two empty seats left....

 

Leona didnt think he could be more confused until he put the hot wing in his mouth. Wasn't it supposed to taste spicy or something?

 

Eh it was meat so might as well.

 

Ruggie slid his gaze to Leona who ate his salad without complaint. Malleus ate one chicken leg, and made a face like he had a existential crisis for about ten seconds then it vanished. Lilia observed them both with a vague smile. Like he knew something the others at the table didn't. Sebek looked as though he wanted to ask if Malleus was alright, or if he wanted something else for lunch.

 

[Unknown Territory]

 

A figure suspended in midair in a position as though they were laying in a coffin. They wore the NRC uniform and clung to a pitch black stone in their hands. The figure had dark briwn hair that kept movibg slightly as if a gentle breeze was blowing it and every so often the pitch black gem glowed a lime green color.

 

"I... Won't let you hurt them..."

A staff that looked like a ornate clock minute hand started to swing down. Making a wide arc that seemed to be targeting----

 

"I won't let you interfere..!" A voice responded angrily.

 

"Let them stay as they are.... Happy... Even without me..."

 

"And yet you arranged things so they couldnt stop YOU either. What are you aiming for Yuuta Origami?"

 

NRC Campus... (Main Street.)

Malleus still in Leona's body walked up the familiar street he'd have to go down to get to the Ramshackle Dorm.

 

"Why did I come here? Yuuta is gone," he looked dejected.

 

"Oh my-- are you still fucking whining about that?" Leona in Malleus's body complained walking a few feet behind him.

 

"They were important to ME!!" Malleus argued.

 

"Tch!" Leona scowled and leaned against the base of the statue of the Sea Witch. "Fine just don't start crying or any of that shit you pulled last night," he muttered. 

*Chapter 2 End*

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #mention: silver #mention: sebek #body switching #comedy #twisted wonderland/yuuta world

[oocstephenkingtv]

Haven 5x5 The Old Switcheroo Part 1 (Original air date October 10th, 2014) Written by Cindy McCreery & Scott Shepherd Directed by Jeff Renfroe

#havensyfy #haven syfy #5x5 the old switcheroo 1 #nathan wuornos #mara cross #audrey parker #mara as audrey #dave teagues #vince teagues #body switching #gloria verrano #Dwight Hendrickson #duke!nathan #vince!dave #dave!vince #gloria!dwight #dwight!gloria #skip doohan #3000th post #also yay 30 caps!

[evildeadfan102]

I recently got Ayakashi Triangle Volume 1.

I re read Ayakashi Triangle Chapter 1.

#ayakashi triangle #manga #volume 1 #chapter 1 #yuri #lgbt #body switching

[fleshadept]

you guys know you can get USB connectable CD, dvd, and blu-ray players right. and you can buy external hard drives with crazy amounts of space for an amount of money that would make the average person from 2009’s head explode bc of how cheap it is. and if you do this and get ripping software such as handbrake for CDs and DVDs and makeMKV for blurays you can both own a physical copy of whatever media you want and make it accessible to yourself no matter where you are. do you guys know this

#i was watching wwdits special features on a 13h flight then switched over to invasion of the body snatchers then nausicaä #cricket chirps #5k #10k #20k #50k #75k

[retrogamingblog2]

#animal crossing #nintendo #switch #winter #wholesome #gaming #video games #new horizons #acnh #snowboy #snowman #snow #self care #self love #quotes #wholesome memes #body positive #body positivity #nintendo switch #animal crossing new horizons #ac

[nerdpoe]

Not all of Vlad's cloning attempts failed aside from Dani. There was one more, but since it was already dissolving, he gifted it to an old friend so they could study it. Lex had apparently been working with Cadmus to make a clone and was...having a bit of a hard time.

Unbeknownst to Vlad, Lex managed to save the clone and stabilize it by introducing Kryptonian DNA. He also successfully aged up the clone to sixteen.

Kon has no idea.

Until he does.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #Kon's weird age thing was actually halfa related #because the dead don't age #and he hadn't been stabilized PROPERLY lex just did the equivalent of slapping duct tape on the problem #so his biology switched his aging to his ghost form and his non-aging to his physical body #when the age thing got fixed it just forced his ghost form to stop aging and his human-ish one to age

[don-lichterman]

Mack & Rita (2022 Movie) Official Special Feature 'Casting Diane Keaton'

Mack & Rita (2022 Movie) Official Special Feature 'Casting Diane Keaton'

Mack & Rita – Available on PVOD and digital now. Starring Diane Keaton, Taylour Paige, Elizabeth Lail, Amy Hill, Lois Smith, Lois Smith, Wendie Malick and Dustin Milligan. Subscribe to the LIONSGATE: YouTube Channel for the latest movie trailers, clips, and…

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#2022 #annie hall #behind the scenes #body switch #body switching #bts #Casting #comedy #Diane Keaton #Digital #Drama #Dustin Milligan #Elizabeth Lail #Katie Aselton #LG #lions gate #lionsgate #Loretta Devine #Mack &amp; Rita #Mack &amp; Rita official trailer #Mack &amp; Rita trailer #Madeline Walter #magic #magical #Nicole Byer #Palm Springs #Paul Welsh #PVOD #Simon Rex #streaming movies

[darkfictionjude]

I remembered an anime I watched some years ago, and part of the plot involved a body swap by kissing.

So, how would the RO's react if they swapped bodies with MC after their first kiss?

Also, two scenarios:

1) The RO and MC can swap bodies any time they kiss (on the lips). Would the RO want to swap a lot, or would they prefer to have double kisses so they stay in their original bodies, or would they just evade kissing on the lips as much as possible?

2) The first swap was permanent, and they cannot go back to their original bodies. Do the RO train/make MC behave as they originally would while in public, or just accept it and proceed to live their lives as if nothing happened, reputations be damned? Or something in between?

Imre would be so excited to be frank. Such a strange phenomenon he never knew was possible! He wouldn’t mind the switching because he loves supernatural stuff and would want to study it. Plus he gets kisses so there’s no drawbacks. If permanent, he would literally be fine and he would suggest for you two to continue on as you please, no pretence. It’s not like Imre is non-binary, but he does not hold on so tight to masculinity or femininity because he thinks there’s far more important things of what makes up a person.

Nia might be stunned into silence. She kisses you roughly again to change back. Always double kisses now and on days she doesn’t want to have to make sure she ends up in her own body she kisses… other parts of you. If it was permanent she would (if mc is of opposite gender) life her life as a trans woman. If mc was of the same gender Nia would make no secret that she is Nia in mc’s body and would always vigilantly make sure mc is taking care of Nia’s body.

Lorcan would probably start freaking out. Swearing and checking every minute in the mirror, slap himself to see if he’s dreaming. He would like to kiss mc but most of the time he would avoid lip kisses unless he’s aroused. If it was permanent Lorcan would suggest living publicly like the person who’s body they are in and privately just be themselves. Delusional in believing that this isn’t permanent.

#fuck me this one was longer than expected #body switching #we wretched creatures

[phoenix-arts7]

To date this is one of the funniest Switch screenshots I have ever taken.

#Fi no #Fi yes #legend of zelda #link #zelda #Fi #skyward sword #loz #the legend of zelda #nintendo #video games #hyrule warriors #hyrule warriors switch #nintendo switch #link hyrule warriors #screen shots #fantasy #my body is ready #master sword #link is not ready

[technicallyhardwombat]

Waking up, I felt different. Like everything is bigger. Once I fully woken up, I nocied I have abs. My arms are huge. My junk is big. I get up and notice I've grown. I scratch my ass. And that feels firm but swishable.

I found the mirror in the bedroom and I saw my brother Jack. I'm confused at first. But in the mirror, Jack followed every move I done. Every reaction I done. Then it dawns on me. I've swapped bodies with Jack.

I admire my new body. Taking pleasure in my new member. When my phone kept going off. Jack, now in my body, demanding us to swap back. When I have no idea how this happened. So I go to the gym as Jack. Put this hot and fit body in to practice. I don't get how he can walk. His junk is massive.

At the gym, the adrenalin I got their as Jack. Everyone was looking at me. After a few minutes, I hear "Jack. You alright?" . I turned around and waved. Then realised i must pretend to be Jack. After a few minutes of chatting with this stranger. I carried on.

I got home and immediately played with my junk. How could I forget it? It is asking to be played.

As Jack I decided to go out with my friends. They like Jack. And I know they like the look of his body. So I will act like Jack. But allow them to admire Jack a bit closer. So I wear the most revealing clothed Jack owns.

1 week later. I still can't get over the fact that I'm Jack. I keep flexing my arms. I can't imagine the last time I wore a t-shirt

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[decemebercircus]

Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Characters: Malleus, Lilia, Leona

Warnings: the swearing/profanity, probably inappropriate topics (I don't really remember rn.)

Word count: um... According to Ao3 it's 1967 words... That's not very impressive...

Story:

Chapter 1: "If I Were You for a Day....."

Leona begrudgingly woke up. The last thing he remembered was the herbivore-- Yuuta Origami the one everyone called Yuu as a nickname preparing for leaving their world. Then the lizard showed up and everything went to hell from there.

There was a explosion followed by a light and a shattering sound. Like a gem --or a mirror-- being broken.

As soon as he saw Malleus he was gonna smack him. Preferably hard enough to knock him off his feet. Rubbing his face he suddenly noticed how pale his skin was. Did the explosion whitewash him? He didn't know that was possible.

No the skin felt weird like barely concealed...something.

"So you're awake. You certainly took your time about it." Odd. His own voice sounded weird.. It also sounded like it wasn't coming from his mouth. Slowly coming to terms with the green vest he wore and looking at the shadow looming over him....

Wait green vest--? The only person who wasnt wearing the ceremonial robes was Malleus which meant, horrifyingly.. That Leona was--

Oh no. No no no.

His form donned the ceremonial robes he clearly remembered putting on for Yuuta's supposed return to their home.

But why was he looking at his own body.

"The fuck?" He blurted out as he gawked at his body a neutral expression set on his face as they stared at each other.

He stared at his hands again. Those were scales.

"Oh fuck NO" he muttered cringing as his voice came out sounding like Malleus's. Which was to be expected, it was his body.

This meant of course that Malleus was in his body.

"Oi! how'd this shit happen??" He grabbed the shirt collar of "Leona" or rather Malleus in Leona's body.

"Oh calm down. If this was my doing I would have been able to reverse it by now." Malleus snapped, Leona's voice sounding more formal and composed than it had in years.

Lilia approached them "ah so you still haven't changed back. That's a problem." He looked dismally at Malleus in Leona's body. "But at least no else has switched bodies."

Both boys seemed to glow with rage. Leona's entire form had a golden colored aura around him and looked like he'd rather be elsewhere.

Malleus on the other hand looked to be actually angry. The sky filled with dark grey clouds and occasional lighting strikes.

"Oh." With a quick flick across the forehead Lilia effectively distracted Leona in Malleus's body enough to cause the weather to clear, with the clouds turning normal grayish white.

"Ow!"

"This a predicament though, it's probably for the best if you two stay together--" Lilia began.

"Have you lost your mind??" Leona snapped irritated and Malleus in Leona's body reached over presumably to hit him.

Glancing at him he hissed "uh uh dont touch me" and ran off to go find a place to nap.

He didn't care that he could hear footsteps of Lilia and the real owner of this body... Trapped in his own, chasing after him.

They caught him on one of the school towers' rooftops. He was just lounging there and wasnt particularly in a mood to move.

Well seems you're well adjusted" Lilia remarked cheerfully.

"I've been thinking and What about food? Sleeping?" He snarked glaring at Lilia.

"Dammit I can't catch a break" he grumbled slowly getting used to the low rumbling in his throat that happened when he got angry. In his own body he could ignore it since it had no meaning. Growling and roaring solved nothing. But in Malleus's body, near as he could figure, letting out a ear deafening roar might cause a few more problems.

"We lead very different lives it's gonna be hard to adjust." "Leona" added as if that made things better. He caught a glimpse of "Leona" pushing the hair out of his face as the wind blew. Seems both he and Lilia had no problem standing on a tower like it was the sidewalk.

"I suppose you'll have to get used to be each other, you did switch bodies. Why not keep up appearances for the time being?" Lilia offered and immediately was rejected.

"You want me to sleep in CLASS?!" Malleus voiced his complaint first.

"I know you aren't expecting me to sit through lunch listening to that annoyance prattle on about Him. Are you?" Leona retorted wishing he could flick his tail still.

"Have you seen what Leona eats for lunch??" Was the next protest from Malleus.

At that Leona snapped his-- Malleus's head up to glare at him for questioning his dietary habits.

They icily stared at each other, their expressions reflecting their refusal.

Lilia clearly regretted suggesting.

Leona and Malleus had seperate classes which proved a whole new problem. Keeping them from making a scene. At least they wouldnt be bickering. But that would make it hard to keep track of both of them. The school day was technically over which meant they could argue and bicker as much as needed to get it out of their system.

For tomorrow was a new day.

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"Here. bed clothes." He remarked reaching into his wardrobe and tossing Malleus a matching set of silky orange yellow pajamas. "Don't forget the hole for the tail-"

"Oh you'll be sleeping in my room, so don't throw away or damage the pillow for my horns." Malleus suddenly remarked. Leona had to mentally take a step back and process the instruction before saying any comments. So it was completely understandable that the only thing he could think of to say was "... What"

" were you not listening--" Malleus started unfolding the clothes. Paying no real mind to Leona's face.

" I heard you, I just... What..?"

"Surely you didn't think they were pretty decorations did you?"

"..." Leona didnt think it was wise to answer that. The weight of the horns was certainly not a decorative illusion.

"Have a peaceful night in Diasomnia" his voice said almost cheerfully scaring him with how happy his own voice sounded.

Nope.

"You're coming with." He grabbed "Leona's" arm dragging him through out the entire dorm and to the mirror. He completely ignored Malleus so he honestly wasn't sure if he protested or not.

Didn't matter. This body was... Way too fucking strong. He normally didn't mind this but it was currently telling him his own original body didn't weigh much more than one of the chairs back home. While this would have been something he could laugh about it wasn't fucking funny when it was him.

"Which room is yours"

"Obviously the one marked dorm leader" Malleus snarked the smartass tone dripping from his voice.

"Thanks Prince Helpful. I meant which floor"

"Oh last room on the second floor" Malleus answered as they sped past the kitchen.

Upon entering Diasomnia Leona had so many questions about this Damn dorm...

Most of them boiled down to "what the fuck?"

In Malleus's room Leona thought it would be smart to just grab any "night" clothes and sleep in them. Didn't matter if they matched or whatever.

He took off his pants and stopped. He didn't notice earlier from how agitated he was, and there was likely some spell to keep them from being obvious. But what the fuck even is this body.?!

"What is this?"

"Leona" now completely changed in the pajamas he gave him, tilted his head like he didn't see the problem.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He snapped pointing at his crotch area.

"Leona there is no way--" Malleus started sighing as he did so.

"NO I mean why is there TWO?" He interrupted running his finger over the both of them, immediately stopping due to not wantung to admit how good it felt.

"Born this way?" Malleus offered Leona's body shrugged and his lips curved into a half smirk.

"You're enjoying this."

"Might as well" Malleus replied collapsing on the bed.

"Hey. There better not be some sort of routine for these things"

"Want me to do it?" Malleus offered but he'd rolled over so he wasn't facing him anymore.

"...do what?" Leona asked without thinking.

"I'm not gonna do anything---" Leona mentally cringed at the thought of asking for assistance.

"Then Don't worry about it" Malleus interrupted sounding way too much like Leona.

Not really able to handle everything the day dished out he pulled on pajama pants and turned off the light.

"You're not gonna put a shirt on?" Malleus asked. He didn't think it mattered.

"Do I have to?" He sighed irritated.

"... No"

"Then shut up" he snapped.

He tried. He genuinely tried to fall asleep. But something about this body felt weird. Like now that it was night time it was time to get up and do stuff. He felt more awake now. One hour turned to two, two turned to three.

Must be a fae thing.

"Ok we got a problem."

No response.

"How do you sleep at night?"

Nothing.

"Fuck."

He sat up. Oh Great seven Malleus could see in the dark. This meant that Leona could see in the dark. He could see where everything in the room was. And unfortunately that Malleus had curled himself into a tiny ball and fell asleep in such a rigid position.

Pulling him out of the uncomfortable looking position was really easy and Malleus seemed barely aware it happened.

"..now what"

He closed his eyes hoping to sleep. At least a little.

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"Hey Leona, get up we have to go back to class at some time. Preferably today."

"Mm fuck off. I didn't get any sleep last night. I shouldn't have to get up" he complained.

He glanced up and stared at "Leona", that is Malleus in Leona's body wearing the school uniform all formal like. "How'd you get dressed so fast?"

"I'm going to stop Lilia from making breakfast. YOU get showered and dressed" Leona groaned in reply.

"Ugh wearing the clothes like this is just bothersome and stupid" Leona complained as he pulled at his collar and then loosened his tie.

"Grin and bear it-- hey don't unbutton your clothes!" Malleus looked over his shocked expression morphing on Leona's face. Leona deadpanned at him in response.

"Why not?"

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented. "Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

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Back in Malleus's room in Diasomnia Leona was supposed to focus on Malleus's homework but a noise distracted him. He went to the room "Leona" was in. "..." After what felt like five minutes he had a question.

"The fuck you whining about." He meant to ask it but it somehow came out as a statement.

"Yuuta abandoned me." Malleus-- "Leona" sniffled hugging the pillow. Leona internally cringed as he looked at himself crying, even if it was someone else in his body.

"My only friend. And they abandoned me. Without a thought. Were they really not my friend at all?" He cried. Seeing himself cry... Even if it was for what he considered a pathetic reason; was kinda... Leona shrugged off any shock he felt since realistically, Malleus would be in his own body crying like it would bring Yuuta back.

He silently stared as Malleus buried his face in the pillow again to quiet his sobs. Evidently heartbroken about Yuuta leaving. Leona sighed and sat down next to him. Malleus had stopped crying and turned to face him.

"What?" Malleus asked.

"Just go to sleep and quit crying" Leona snapped.

"How do you think it's going to be for us if we don't switch back?" Malleus suddenly asked. Leona didnt answer. He faked being asleep hoping Malleus would take the hint and fall asleep too.

*Chapter End*

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