#I think mainly I want to eaten out but honestly wouldn’t mind eating someone else out too

[rosicheeks]

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#anywayyyyyyyyy #ignore meeeee #I just saw a gif of eating pussy and I got insanely jealous #I think mainly I want to eaten out but honestly wouldn’t mind eating someone else out too #speaking of #I noticed I don’t have that much wlw / lesbian content on my dash ?????? #so if you post or reblog wlw posts like this and I’ll check out your blog 👀 #No guarantees I’ll follow but idk I need more people to follow #and really want more wlw content 😤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🫶🫶🫶 #shut up rosie

[absolutepokemontrash]

ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #Obey me fankids #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC

[peaceoutofthepieces]

you were my crown

chapter 4

Ao3

~^~ The scrape and swoosh of curtains opening followed by a blast of light to his face woke Jens up. He winced and jerked away, raising a hand in front of his face before he came to his senses enough to shoot up and look around in bewilderment.

Lucas stood watching him by the window with his arms crossed over his chest and head cocked, completely unimpressed.

Jens pulled the covers up over his chest with a sputter. “What are you doing?”

“My job,” Lucas said bluntly, rolling his eyes slightly at Jens’s gesture and pointedly turning away. “I didn’t pick you for the modest type. Does this mean I won’t actually have to be involved in your bathing?”

It was too early. There was too much in that little bit of speech to parse through with his sleep-addled brain. It was too early to be reminded of Lucas’s heavy sarcasm and persistent disrespect. He did not have the energy to step up to the taunting, nor was he awake enough to fret over Lucas connecting him and modesty and bathing all at once and how that made him jittery.

Jens let the covers slip away from him carefully, ignoring the sleep still clinging to his limbs to step out of bed, ambling his way to the table. Faux confidence carried him to where Lucas had laid out his breakfast. Well, ‘laid out’ was generous. He saw Lucas look over his shoulder at him as he lifted the plate and drew it with him to the head of the table. Only when he sat down did he allow himself to look back at Lucas, finding the boy’s gaze quickly glancing off his stomach.

“These are, obviously, private chambers.” Jens raised a brow. “You’re supposed to knock.”

Lucas met his eye and raised a brow back. “I did. Multiple times. And I called your name. I thought someone might have offed you in your sleep, and the door was open, so.”

Jens sunk slightly in his chair and repeated, “You’re supposed to knock. Wait to be invited. You’ll lose this position right away if you don’t obey basic courtesies like that.”

“Pity,” Lucas said dryly.

“It will be, when you’re dead.”

Lucas’s expression went blank at that, and he turned away to neaten the curtains. Jens glanced at his breakfast, then returned to watching Lucas’s back.

“The carriage was waiting for you?” he asked. “You found it okay?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Lucas replied calmly, his tone clipped with mock politeness. As he turned around and slowly came closer to Jens, however, some of the usual passive aggressive emotions slid from his expression. “It was better than walking would have been, I imagine.”

Jens tilted his head and failed to hide a small grin. He knew the chances were high that such a response would simply shut Lucas away again, but he couldn’t help it. “Is that a thank you?”

Lucas scoffed and rolled his eyes, but didn’t retreat, which Jens took as both a positive answer and sign.

“You’re off to an okay start, otherwise,” Jens offered. “I mean, you’re here, and you managed to bring breakfast. Sander’s tour must have been worth something.”

Lucas hummed. “Sander met me at the door,” he admitted.

Jens laughed. Lucas’s lips twitched at the reaction, and Jens thought, pleaded, Maybe. Maybe, hopefully, eventually. It seemed unlikely that they would ever be friends; it seemed impossible that they wouldn’t have to be something.

Jens had earned himself a new companion, someone who would be able to take the edge off the loneliness of his life, and he had doomed himself to one less possible friend. It wouldn’t be a real option even if Lucas didn’t hate him—because Lucas was his servant and had his own friends, and Jens couldn’t really have any.

It cut his laughter down abruptly, and he had to remind himself that it didn’t matter. It wasn’t about him. He couldn’t have let anything happen to Lucas, to any innocent, and that was all.

He managed to keep his smile, and gestured at the seat next to him, nudging the second plate towards Lucas. “Come eat.”

Lucas blinked at him. Then he pursed his lips. “I don’t need your scraps.”

“Well, good, because I usually try not to leave any. But you should eat your own breakfast before it goes cold.” Jens pushed the chair out with his foot, making Lucas step back.

“My own breakfast?”

Jens nodded at the plate, smile twitching. “What else was that supposed to be for?”

Lucas hesitated. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “I thought…”

“You thought I was going to stuff my face while you’re expected to starve?” Jens guessed. When Lucas pursed his lips again instead of replying, Jens huffed in amusement. “The servants also get meals, Lucas. Usually they eat breakfast earlier, though it depends on the job. You would be expected to eat yours first before coming to me, so you’d be ready to start your duties.” His smile widened. “Here I was thinking you’d simply wanted to eat with me.”

There was a slight flush to Lucas’s cheeks, but he still managed a derisive huff at the statement. However, he finally moved, carefully taking the seat Jens had offered at his right hand. He pulled himself close to the table as Jens pushed the plate in front of him, then hesitated. “I had something to eat before I left home,” Lucas said.

Jens poked at his egg, then took a bite. “What did you have?”

“Just...some fruit,” Lucas mumbled.

“If you don’t want to eat it, that’s alright,” Jens said. “But it’s for you.” Then, “I can’t imagine fruit is all that filling. Have more when it’s available to you, Lucas.”

Lucas appeared as if he was going to argue again, then swallowed the words down and dug in. Jens watched him only long enough to make sure he didn’t actually dislike the food or wouldn’t change his mind, then politely glanced away and focused on his own meal. It was rude to watch someone else eat, is what he’d always thought, but he couldn’t help shooting occasional looks at Lucas, couldn’t help but notice the way he quickly devoured the food once given permission.

When he paused a moment to rub at his chest and clear his throat, Jens wordlessly poured a cup of water and handed it to him.

Lucas took it with a small, surprised ‘thank you’, and gazed at Jens for a moment before finishing off his food. It was, admittedly, less than Jens’s and probably not entirely as appetizing, but it was mainly down to Lucas’s speed that he was finished when Jens still had a quarter of his plate left. Lucas grew a little awkward at the realisation, but simply shrunk back in his chair and sipped at his water before asking, “What should I do, now?”

“Let your food sink,” Jens said. “There’s no rush. I won’t personally need you much today. You might be asked to do the polishing, but don’t let anyone bully you into cleaning anyone’s things but mine. That isn’t your job, and if anyone tries to make it one, tell me. Likewise with the stables and the horses. You can help out in any cases you want to, but we already have people doing those things, so just tend to whatever is mine. Okay?”

Lucas nodded hesitantly. He looked a bit nauseous; Jens wasn’t sure if he was overwhelmed or had just eaten too quickly.

He found himself trying to be reassuring regardless. “Sander will guide you around for the day, anyway.” He furrowed his brow, looking around at the door as the realisation occurred to him. “Isn’t he supposed to be here, anyway? And weren’t there supposed to be guards stationed outside my door?”

Lucas shrugged. “Sander said if it was my job to get you your breakfast now there was no reason for him to traipse after me. I guess the guards idea hasn’t been implemented yet.”

“My mother might not be happy,” Jens said, swallowing thickly. Trying to eat faster so Lucas wouldn’t have to sit and watch him was not working well. “But it’s her own mistake, so I guess we enjoy it while we can.”

This made Lucas quirk a brow at him, but this time he did not seem annoyed at Jens’s smile. In fact, it almost looked like he wanted to return it. Instead, Lucas looked away, taking in the room. It only lasted a moment before he was inevitably drawn back to Jens’s bare torso.

Jens sat back in his seat, and Lucas’s gaze flickered up to him. “Ask,” Jens said.

Lucas shook his head. “I won’t. If you want to tell me, then you will. It’s not any of my business.”

It wasn’t a surprising response, really; not from Lucas. Jens considered him, then prodded at the jagged scar on his stomach, cutting through the muscle like lightning. “I’m not modest,” he said eventually. “I’m just never sure of how people will react.”

“It’s just a scar,” Lucas replied. It wasn’t dismissive, nor was it comforting; it was fact. There was no judgment or pity in Lucas’s voice, none of the usual irritation or sarcasm. He showed a faint curiosity and nothing more. “I have one on the back of my shoulder from falling out of the bed when I was seven. One on my foot from where a calf stood on me. This—“ he brandished the inner side of his left arm at Jens “—from when I fell off a cart with Kes and broke my arm. Should I go on?”

Jens huffed, shaking his head. But he leaned his arms on the table and accepted the truths for one of his own. “I was stabbed when I was ten. They would have sliced me in half if they could’ve. Probably should have died, honestly. My father did.”

Lucas’s eyes darkened and he pressed his lips together.

It was something everyone knew, the trajedy that killed the King. It had been more of a battle than a war, because it had done nothing but silently brew until that single fight. The culprits had all died in the process or been caught in the aftermath, at least, and the kingdom had mourned and rallied together.

But then there was this.

“I didn’t know anyone else had been involved,” Lucas said, quietly. “I mean, with the rest of the family. I thought they were only after the King. No one ever said any different.”

Jens shrugged. It wasn’t as heavy as it once would have been. “I guess they thought I would just be the next King if they didn’t do something about it. And I would’ve been, if I hadn’t almost died. It was the only reason my mother took over.”

“You were ten,” Lucas said, dumbfounded. “You were a child. You couldn’t have been a leader or a threat.”

“I still don’t think I could be,” Jens returned with a slight laugh. “But different people will always expect different things.”

Lucas stared at him as if he had never seen him before, or was seeing something new. He leaned forward as if to settle on the table with Jens, but was interrupted by a knock and the door swinging open.

Jens whipped his gaze around, expecting to see Sander or one of the boys again, and instead catching sight of his sister.

Lies strode over to them with all her usual elegance, the pale green lace of her dress sleeves flowing around her arm as she lifted her hand in a greeting. She made a thorough examination of Lucas and no attempt to hide it, before settling an unimpressed look on Jens.

“You know,” Jens told her, “the purpose of knocking is completely defeated when you don’t wait for an answer.”

“I was worried you were being murdered,” Lies said, too loftily to be serious. She looked from Jens to Lucas. “But he’s harmless, isn’t he? Aside from the killer looks.”

Lucas snorted in surprise, then immediately covered his mouth with his hand. Jens blinked at him before staring sharply at his sister.

Lies rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look, you know he’s not for me. A little...delicate, for my taste. Surely someone’s catch, though,” she quickly added in Lucas’s direction, who dismissed the assurances with a flick of his hand and an amused smile.

“Did you want something?” Jens asked, brow raised.

“I brought gifts,” Lies said, gesturing behind her to where two guards now stood in the doorway. Lucas sat up in his seat at the sight and shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, and Jens shot another sharp look at his sister. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just following orders to take care of my little brother.”

“You’re not even ten minutes older than me, Lies.”

She, predictably, ignored him. “I also have orders to give.”

“What, so you aren’t just here to stick your nose in?”

“Well,” she shrugged, looking at Lucas again. “I had to see what you’ve made all the fuss about.”

“I haven’t made a fuss.”

“Are the orders for me?” Lucas asked, interrupting their bickering with an unusually polite tone and patient expression.

Of course, he would even like Jens’s twin better.

Lies indulged him with one of her most winning smiles. “No, no. For you, I simply wished to introduce myself.” She stepped further into the room, rounding behind Jens to Lucas’s side of the table. He rose to meet her, and her smile widened. “I’m Lies.”

Lucas bowed and held out his hand. Lies slipped her own into it easily, and Lucas brought it to his lips in a gentle kiss. His eyes flicked past Lies to Jens, pointed and mocking, and Jens felt himself bristle again. The understanding he had thought passed between them just moments ago slipped through his fumbling fingers as if it had never truly been within reach.

“It’s an honour to meet you, Princess,” Lucas said. Jens really might kill him himself, eventually. “I’m Lucas.”

Lies hummed, amused. “How chivalrous. You’ll have to be careful where you take him, he might be new competition.” She winked over her shoulder at Jens.

“I don’t go anywhere,” Jens said, confused. “Nor do I compete for anything.”

Lucas snorted again, and this time something thrummed in Jens’s chest.

Meanwhile, Lies sighed and ruffled Jens’s hair, finally parting from Lucas’s careful hold. “Pardon, Lucas, it seems like I do have an order for you. Try in some of your time here to make this one less boring, will you? This is joyless.”

“I’m not sure it’s possible, Your Highness, but for you I’ll try.”

Lies beamed at Lucas, clapped her hands once, then pointed sternly at a scowling Jens. “And, for you, mother dearest has ordered a family lunch.”

Jens blinked. It wasn’t entirely unusual that they would have such family get-togethers, but it wasn’t entirely usual either. They were reserved for special dates, birthdays and anniversaries and the like, or for announcements their mother wished to break to them before anyone else. It was certainly no one’s birthday, and as far as Jens knew, it was not an anniversary either. “Moyo and Aaron are still here. I’m supposed to meet them for lunch before they leave again.”

“Don’t argue with me, Jens, I’m just the messenger. Take it up with her if you want.” Lies shrugged, already on her way back out the door.

Jens looked back to Lucas, who had already returned to facing him with his arms crossed. Jens tucked his own arms around his stomach, his thumb absently rubbing over the scar there. He was not modest, and likewise, he was not self-conscious, but then again, he never had anyone looking at him that wasn’t his family or Robbe, with Senne and Sander being the odd exception. None of the maids have ever really seen him in such undress, even, despite readying baths and bedsheets and the more complicated clothing he was so often forced to wear; this was outer garments or just the buttons, laces and ties he could not manage himself.

He felt barer when it was Lucas. This wasn’t exactly embarrassing or scary or uncomfortable. He wouldn’t have sat with Lucas so long if it had been, and he wouldn’t have mentioned the marring of his skin himself. But it was unfamiliar; it was new. He felt twitchy and hot in the face of it. Unsure.

Thankfully, Lucas was as unaffected as ever and spoke up first. “I can see the similarity.”

Jens raised a brow. “We’re not identical.” Lies’s hair and eyes were lighter, and she wasn’t quite as tall, and her face seemed both softer and more delicate than Jens’s at once. There were similarities amongst all of them, but they bore no closer resemblance to each other than they did to their mother or Lotte.

“No, far from it,” Lucas agreed. “She is much more likable.”

Jens resisted the urge to throw food at him.

Lucas’s lips twitched as if he could tell. “Does this mean I won’t have to bring you lunch?”

“No,” Jens sighed. “It also means I won’t be able to guide you through anything until after that. But I’m sure that doesn’t disappoint you.”

Lucas simply shrugged.

“I’ll tell Sander. You could have lunch with the boys, if you want,” Jens suggested.

“Could I?”

It wasn’t hopeful. It was not a request, not curiosity, not to seek permission. It was dubious, deadpan disbelief. Jens supposed Lucas was right not to expect the offer to be casual or genuine; servants were there to serve.

“You would have been there with me, anyway. You are expected to stick with Sander for the most part. And you have to eat, regardless. Join them with Sander, if you want to.”

Lucas considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. What until then?”

“First,” Jens rose to his feet, “you’ll help me find one of these ridiculous shirts my mother likes and then help me get it on.” He moved towards his wardrobe, and looked over his shoulder when Lucas did not follow.

Lucas blinked at him. “Seriously?”

Jens huffed a laugh. “Welcome to the life of a Prince.”

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The only saving grace about having lunch with his family was Lotte. She had beamed at Jens when he came in, then immediately scowled as he ruffled her hair. Now she was perched next to him at the table, one foot hooked up onto the chair out of sight of their mother who, of course, sat at the head. Lies sat across from him, managing to look both bored and completely composed at once.

It was becoming concerning. They had gotten through the first half of their food on idle chit-chat, and Ellis hadn’t told them why they were here.

Lies, like Jens, kept flicking looks at her. Like she was waiting, but not like she was curious. Like she knew.

“Care to fill us in?” Jens eventually prompted.

His mother looked up at him as Lies faltered with her food. “Pardon?” Ellis asked.

Jens flicked a hand between them. “Whatever it is we’re all gathered about. Whatever you’ve already obviously talked to Lies about.”

Ellis sighed, considering her plate before passing a hand over her mouth. She folded her arms over each other and looked at him steadily. “You are going to need to start preparing to take over the throne.”

Jens blinked.

“Isn’t Jens already doing that?” Lotte asked, with the easy, childish curiosity Jens didn’t feel he was allowed to have.

It made their mother gentle, which shouldn’t have been a relief. Jens knew how much she adored her youngest daughter; even if she didn’t have much time to show it. “Of course,” she began to explain. “It has always been the path he’s been on. But I mean, really start preparing. Deciding what kind of leader you will be...and who you will have by your side.”

“But…” Jens hated how small he sounded, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “Why? You aren’t going anywhere. What’s the sudden change?”

“You can never be too prepared,” Ellis said lightly. “Besides, you can assume the throne any time. It is not always a passage that only follows death.”

“But there’s no need. And I don’t want to.”

Lies huffed. It sounded considerably less amused than when she’d been trading teases with Lucas in his chambers this morning. “You know this isn’t about what anyone wants, Jens.”

Jens frowned at her, feeling shame and irritation bubble in his chest at once. It didn’t dissipate when his mother covered his hand with her own.

“She’s right. You’ve always known your duty.” She took a breath that turned into a sigh. “And the kingdom has always been restless under the rule of a single queen. You know it was never supposed to be my throne.”

It threw him back in his chair. Of course he knew—he’d admitted the same fact to Lucas just this morning. The realisation made him dizzy now.

The kingdom was restless about their Queen?

It seemed impossible. Since his father’s death, there had never been an attempt on the throne. The kingdom had never been more cohesive, more peaceful. It had never run smoother than it has while guided by the flick and flow of Ellis’s hand. They loved her. Jens heard the nasty comments about their family in general, about any kind of royalty, but even those people always held a grudging respect for the woman after meeting her.

But Jens didn’t go anywhere. He didn’t see anyone, not really. No one that wasn’t already close to their family.

If there were rumbles of disloyalty, how would he know?

If those people existed and discovered Ellis had somewhat stolen the throne, what would happen?

How stupid and reckless could Jens be, and why did Lucas specifically seem to bring it out in him?

He realised immediately and with abrupt clarity that he absolutely could not admit this to his mother, and pressed his lips tightly shut.

Lucas didn’t even care. He didn’t say anything about that. You chose to trust him only a day ago. Don’t change your mind now. He hasn’t given you a reason to yet.

He didn’t bother acknowledging that by the time ‘yet’ arrived, it might be too late. It wouldn’t help.

“I...I wouldn’t rule any differently,” he said, swallowing. “And Senne would just move into his father’s position, right? He and Sander would be there, and Robbe.”

Ellis smiled, but it looked more like a pursing of lips. “Of course, I assumed as much. But that’s not what I mean, darling. A single king may be an improvement, but the ideal kingdom is run by a king and his queen.”

Jens stared at her. “Hang on. You’ve arranged this to tell me I need to get a wife?”

Lotte sunk away at the snap in his voice, and he glanced at her in apology. Lies seemed entirely unaffected, sitting with her chin propped on bridged hands.

“You’re the Prince, Jens,” Ellis said, stroking his hand gently. “And you’re beautiful, and charming, and the people love you. Everyone has already been waiting years for you to find your Princess.”

“Hoping they’ll be the lucky one,” Lies added, with only half the sarcasm Jens was sure she wanted to use.

Jens shook his head. “It’s not my fault I just haven’t met anyone like that.”

“Well.” His mother drew her hand away. “That’s why I’ve invited King Ackermans and his daughter.”

Oh. Oh, no. No way.

Lotte understood just as quickly. “Wait, Jens doesn’t even get to choose?” She seemed appalled at the idea, leaving Jens feeling very justified in his own anger.

“It’s not set in stone,” Ellis said. “But I think it is a good match.”

Jens’s fury must have been showing on his face. She hastened to add, “You and Jana used to be such lovely friends when you were children, Jens, surely you remember.”

Yes, Jens thought, when we were children. The last time he had seen Jana was before his father died—a good ten years ago. The last time she had come from the bordering kingdom was for his father’s funeral, when Jens hadn’t even gotten to see her, still on his own deathbed.

“You’re lucky that it can be this simple,” Lies said.

Jens gritted his teeth. “Easy for you to say when nothing rests on you,” he snapped.

Lies glared at him, clearly prepared to retort, before Lotte leaned towards her and quietly pleaded, “Don’t fight.”

Her mouth snapped shut, and she glanced at her little sister before carefully relaxing in her chair.

Jens didn’t want to fight, either, but he was too annoyed to settle. He pushed away from the table, the scrape of the chair loud and grating on his nerves further. He pointedly avoided Lies’s apologetic eyes and Lotte’s crestfallen expression, but Ellis never knew how to go ignored.

“Jens,” she called after him. “You haven’t even finished your lunch, for pity’s sake, sit down!”

He let the door slam shut behind him.

|*~^~*|

Robbe met Lucas’s eyes as he crept through the open doors to the stables and quickly raised a finger to his lips. He was impressed when Lucas gave absolutely no reaction—no questioning gaze, no raised brow, no quirk of the lips. Lucas simply glanced over him as if he wasn’t there, exactly how he wanted.

It made it all too easy for him to creep up on Sander.

He made it to the knight entirely unnoticed and quickly curled his fingers around Sander’s sides, digging in with enough pressure to feel like a jab and enough lightness that it wouldn’t hurt. The result was exactly as intended; Sander jolted and whirled on Robbe with his hand moving to grasp a sword that wasn’t there. Just as quickly, the hand was around Robbe’s throat. Then it dropped even quicker.

“I could have killed you,” Sander said, with his usual brand of over-expression that could have just as easily been under. The tone was indignant, the words irritated, the pout of the lips a whine, the light in the eyes fond. All were out in force, and all conflicted and made each other lesser.

Robbe snorted in response. “Uh-huh.”

“Seriously, Robbe,” Sander frowned. He was fixing Robbe’s collar with one hand; the other was slipping around Robbe’s wrist. “You need to stop with that.”

“Because it annoys you that I can still do it so easily?”

Sander sniffed. “I knew somebody was there.”

“No, you didn’t,” Lucas said.

Robbe had forgotten he was there, but when he shifted his eyes from Sander he saw the boy was grooming Jens’s horse and not even looking at them. He seemed caught up in the brushing motion, petting his other hand along the horse’s side absentmindedly. He looked more content than Robbe had seen him so far.

“How would you know?” Sander demanded.

Lucas looked over to raise a brow at him. “I was here.”

Sander opened his mouth to argue, then simply huffed and waved Lucas off, returning to where he’d been fixing a strap on his own saddle. He didn’t quite let go of Robbe right away, so Robbe was drawn to his side in the process. He couldn’t say he minded.

He poked Sander’s side. “Don’t be mad,” he requested.

Sander huffed again. It faded midway as Robbe leaned his chin on Sander’s shoulder and knocked their heads together lightly. Sander’s hands paused for a second, and he was smiling by the time they resumed their task.

“That’s better,” Robbe grinned, pushing himself away to wander towards Lucas. “Are you two joining us for lunch? I’d rather not listen to Moyo and Aaron alone.”

“You can’t survive a day without me, that’s all,” Sander called over his shoulder. Robbe glanced back just in time to catch Sander’s wink and rolled his eyes, despite the warmth in his stomach and his growing smile. Sander hung up his saddle and returned to Robbe’s side, knocking their shoulders together, as tactile as Robbe himself.

Robbe loved him.

He loved Jens, and he loved his mother, and he loved his other friends, but none of them were like Sander. Losing his mother would break his heart, and losing Jens would be something like losing a limb; he’d never function the same.

But Sander…Robbe couldn’t bring himself to imagine what it would be like to lose Sander.

He wasn’t sure what that meant.

He just knew he felt content when Sander easily pulled him to his side, softer today without the usual chainmail or cloak. It was just a washed-out black tunic for Robbe to rest his cheek against. Soft and worn; comfortable and familiar.

He was startled when Lucas spoke. “Are you sure it’s alright?”

“Jens told you it was, didn’t he?” Sander said. “He’s not testing you or anything. He’s not that smart.”

Robbe made a small sound to rebuke him, which Sander predictably ignored.

Lucas only huffed, then hesitantly shook his head. “I know Jens said so, but that doesn’t mean…it isn’t really your duty to babysit me. We don’t have to be friends.”

Sander’s hand tightened for half a second on Robbe’s shoulder, and a pained look crossed his face. Robbe understood. Sander had been just as unsure of their kindness in the beginning.

“No one has to be,” Robbe agreed, quickly. “But that’s not what we’re talking about. We’re asking you if you want to join us for lunch because we’d like you to.”

“And because you’ve already been brushing that horse for seventeen minutes. You are going to get tired of it eventually,” Sander added.

Lucas’s hands dropped quickly to his sides, and he looked at Sander in bewilderment. “How would you even know that?”

Sander snorted. “I was here,” he lightly mocked.

Lucas narrowed his eyes at him, but his lips were twitching. Robbe got it—Sander was irresistible. It made his heart swell with pride and clench at once. Something in him tripped and faltered as Sander left him to take the brush from Lucas and put it away before clasping Lucas’s shoulder.

The fears he’d developed yesterday seemed real, all of a sudden. He’d half-talked to Jens about it while lying on his bed, while Sander had still been missing—busy with Lucas. He’d been overthinking it while Sander was away with Lucas and Jens. He could picture it with sudden clarity, now. It wasn’t just new duties that would be taking up Sander and Jens’s time; it was a whole person. A person with whom feelings and care could be involved. A person that would be involved with all of them, even if he had only been altering one dynamic.

Robbe curled his arms around his stomach and wrapped the feeling away. Neither Sander or Jens would leave him behind. The notion on its own was ridiculous.

Lucas could be Sander’s friend, because he could be Robbe’s too. It was way simpler than his brain was trying to make him think.

“Robin,” Sander said, in that way that suggested it wasn’t the first time. He was smiling at Robbe, holding out a hand, and Robbe reached for it without a thought. Sander gave him a gentle tug. “Coming?”

Robbe fell into step alongside Sander and allowed himself to enjoy the light sweep of Sander’s thumb over his knuckles before pulling his hand away. Lucas hesitantly followed along by his other side, pulling too-short sleeves down over his wrists and watching his feet. He flickered a glance at Robbe, and his shoulders loosened when Robbe smiled instead of looking away.

“You’re his best friend, right?” Lucas asked after a second. “Prince Jens, I mean. You’ve lived here a long time but you just genuinely like him, don’t you?”

Robbe blinked, surprised by the question. He probably shouldn’t have been. Everyone knew him; he realised that. Everyone certainly knew Jens, and they knew who Robbe was to him. Robbe occasionally forgot that this didn’t mean they were known, and it definitely did not mean they were automatically liked.

Lucas had every right and reason to be skeptical. Robbe should have expected it and been prepared for it, but even Sander had never questioned them much.

But this question was easy.

“I love Jens,” he agreed. “He might as well be my brother. But it isn’t just that we grew up together or I feel I owe him anything. Jens is one of the best people I know. He always has been. There’s plenty to like about him.”

“Well, now, let’s not get carried away,” Sander interrupted. “Others here are just as likable, if not more so.”

Lucas raised his brows as Robbe rolled his eyes. Neither could hold back a smile. “You, for example?” Robbe said, already dripping sarcasm.

Sander placed a hand to his chest while tugging the library door open. “Why thank you, Robbe, that’s so sweet of you to say. But I was talking about you.”

Robbe’s prepared retort died on his tongue, and he felt hot as Sander grinned down at him. He resisted the urge to raise his hands to cover his cheeks.

Lucas simply hummed his agreement. “You are the nicest. Even without knowing you—the kingdom adores you. I can understand it.”

“Understand what?” Moyo questioned from inside. He wiggled his fingers in a wave when they all turned startled gazes on him. “Have we just swapped one pretty boy for another?”

Aaron slumped back next to him with a groan. “Don’t tell me Jens is actually bailing again.”

“It didn’t seem like he had a choice,” Lucas said, in Jens’s defense. He pulled a face once he realised this.

Robbe considered him. He hadn’t known how to respond to Lucas’s compliment, and he was glad they had been interrupted so that he didn’t have to. But there was something about the way Lucas had said it and how he had asked about Jens in the first place that made Robbe turn back. “Why can’t you understand why people like Jens?”

Lucas blinked over at him in surprise. Robbe just smiled sheepishly at him, and Lucas shrugged, uncomfortable.

“Do people like Jens should be the first question,” Sander said. Robbe punched his shoulder.

“They do, I suppose,” Lucas admitted. “My friends didn’t have the highest opinion, or I guess just didn’t really care, but then…I guess they like him alright.”

“You don’t,” Robbe said.

“I didn’t say that.”

Moyo nodded as if Lucas had said something very smart. “Good. Probably shouldn’t give them any more reasons to accuse you of treason.”

Lucas pulled another face.

Sander tugged them both to sit down. “Okay, continue while eating, please. I need to move afterwards.”

“Move?” Moyo and Robbe asked.

Sander looked to Robbe. “Jens and I told you, didn’t we? I’m moving rooms closer to his because of this whole business?” He gestured at Lucas.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas said. “You shouldn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no big deal,” Sander shrugged.

Robbe watched him, not feeling quite as sure.

Sander denied Lucas’s offer of help, urging him to take time to finish his lunch (unnecessarily—Lucas had devoured his food) and then to enjoy the short time he would have free of both Jens and Sander. Robbe stood up to follow, however, and Sander didn’t argue with him.

Now they had half of Sander’s things moved in a single trip between rooms, and Robbe was pondering the best way to ask Sander if he also thought this was a terrible idea.

He settled on asking, “Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?”

Sander dumped some of his clothes in the wardrobe and shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be? This room’s better than mine. I think they’ve even got a comfier mattress. Why is that kind of special treatment wasted on guests?”

Robbe smiled slightly, but tried not to fall off track. “I’m not just talking about the room.”

Sander turned to face him slowly, moving shirts from one hand to the other. “What then?”

“All this is a bit…I don’t know. It was kind of a rash decision, right? It’s a lot of…responsibility.”

Sander snorted. “Are you saying I’m not responsible enough, Robin?”

He couldn’t believe Sander was making him spell it out when he knew exactly what Robbe was talking about. “You’re not healthy enough, and you know it,” he breathed.

Sander’s face went blank as his hands froze. He stared at Robbe, who refused to look away. Sander broke the gaze first, turning back to his wardrobe and fiddling with a hanger. He said nothing.

“Sander,” Robbe whispered, imploring. “You can’t take this on. Never mind the pressure, but you can’t be expected to be available all the time. And now switching rooms? It’s too much.”

“It’s very little for them to ask of me, Robbe,” Sander argued, abandoning his task to turn and face him. “I’m a knight. This is nothing.”

Robbe shook his head. He had known Sander would fight him on this, but it still always hurt when the older man refused to listen. “You know it’s not. Sander, you—“

“It’s been months,” Sander cut him off.

His voice was quiet and strong at once. He looked so small just then, even though he was obviously determined. He’d straightened his shoulders and was holding Robbe’s eye, and still, something lurked underneath. There was a silent desperation, a wildness that Sander had always seemed to contain, confined tightly in his chest but always threatening to explode. It was there in his eyes, a plead mingled with the insecurity he truly felt.

It wasn’t just that he wanted Robbe to believe him. He wanted Robbe to convince him. To reassure him that he was, in fact, right, and more than capable of holding the weight he’d placed on himself.

But Robbe cared about him too much to do that.

“I know,” he said softly. “But it has been months before.”

Sander instantly shook his head, insisting, “Never this long. It’s different.”

Robbe closed his eyes. It wasn’t, and it wouldn’t be, regardless of how much Sander tried to will it into existence. Robbe knew it; he’d already seen it. He couldn’t let Sander believe it and be reckless with himself as a result.

But what more could he say?

I’ve seen it firsthand. What happens when you can’t get out of bed for a day, then two, then a week? There’s no way of hiding it, now—what would be your excuse?

What made you think you could do it, in the first place?

“Mama…” Robbe started, trying not to be hurt by how Sander rolled his eyes and turned away. “She’s been well this long before and it didn’t last either, Sander. It’s not—we don’t even know what—“

“I know,” Sander cut him off, moving towards him abruptly. His hands fluttered by his sides as he stopped in front of Robbe. “I wasn’t thinking of that, I didn’t realise…I didn’t think of how it would be necessary to be around all the time. But I can’t take it back now, Robbe.”

Robbe shook his head. “Of course you can. Now is the perfect time to take it back, before it gets too far.”

“No one else will treat Lucas right.”

“You can’t know that.”

“They’ve already shown it! He’s unhappy enough here, and Jens is a disaster, and I committed to them both.”

Robbe swallowed, shaking his head more. Trying to think. “What about Senne?”

“He has enough duties. Besides, it’s his brother involved in all of this.”

“They don’t even get along. I’m not even sure they speak.”

Sander sighed. “They do, but that’s not the point. Just—“ he curled his hand around Robbe’s wrist. He was no longer looking him in the eye. “—don’t doubt me. I won’t be able to do it if you don’t think I can.”

Robbe’s heart dropped into his stomach. Then he dropped his head against Sander’s shoulder and sighed back. He slipped his hands around to Sander’s back and curled them in his tunic. “Sorry. You know I think you can do anything. I just…”

“I know.” Sander hugged him back, tipping his cheek against Robbe’s head. “You’re probably right, though.”

“No, Sander—“

“I hate it, but I know you’re right. I know I’m not—that it won’t just—“ Sander broke off on a sound of frustration. Robbe squeezed his waist. Sander squeezed back. “But maybe it won’t happen. That I’m needed and I can’t…I don’t think it will be this important for that long. They’re not even making me keep an eye on Lucas every second now, and it’ll ease up from here.”

“But if it does happen?”

“I’d hoped I’ll have you,” Sander admitted quietly. “And I—I could probably talk to Jens, if I have to.”

Robbe tried not to sound too eager. “He would understand. They could help.”

Sander pressed his face harder against Robbe’s head. “There isn’t any helping this, Robbe.”

“You don’t know that. My mother, she used to be worse. I mean, she still gets bad, but it used to be constant, Sander. And more extreme. But she has help now.”

Sander didn’t say anything, but his head still lay heavy. Robbe hugged him tighter. Sander clenched his hands around Robbe’s shoulders. “Just promise me I’ll have you,” he eventually whispered.

Robbe ignored the swoop of his stomach, and the burn of his nerves where Sander’s thumb brushed bare skin, and whispered back, “Always.”

#van der stoffels #vds #sobbe #wtfock #skam nl #prince!jens au #vds royalty au

[hollywoods-golden-age-imagines]

Meeting and Dating Scarecrow

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You meet Scarecrow when you’re transported to Oz. We all know that, in the movie, Dorothy hit her head and everything that happened was just a dream. But for the sake of these headcanons, let’s say that Oz is real.

- It had been a day like any other: you’d woken up, eaten breakfast, and gone outside to begin your work for the day. But what had initially been a normal morning, quickly became a dangerous and frightening one as the sky turned dark.

- Having lived in the town for a while, you knew exactly what this meant and headed straight for your cellar. You remained there for close to an hour, up until you couldn’t hear anything and we’re sure that the storm had passed.

- Upon trying at the cellar door, you found yourself struggling to lift the hatch. After a few minutes of shimmying, banging and pushing as hard as you could, the door finally began to lift up; though you found yourself still struggling to manage it.

- You squeezed your way through the crack you managed to form before you finally realized why you’d been struggling. The cellar was covered in grass, grass and dirt as though you’d broken through the ground itself. That was when you looked around and found that you were far from home.

- You were in the middle of some trees; very different from your farm, with bushes and flowers all around you. A few feet away, a yellow brick road led you down towards fields of corn. Well, ...you were either dead or dreaming.

- With nothing else to do, you began to walk down the road.

- Soon enough, you were led straight to the Scarecrow and much like in Dorothys case, you were shocked to find that the Scarecrow was; for all intents and purposes, alive.

- After the initial shock and your successful efforts to help him down, you explained to him what had happened to you and asked if he knew the way back to your city. Turns out, he didn’t even know where or what it was.

- With a sigh, you thanked him “anyways” and began to try and choose which direction you should walk in. As you were thinking, he cane up beside you and hesitantly suggested that he could go with you ...“if you’d like”.

- Who were you to refuse? Soon enough, the two of you were arm in arm and making your way down the yellow brick road.

- And thus began your journey, traveling through the different gardens and towns of Oz, trying to find someone or something that could bring you home. Along the way, you realize that you quite like the Scarecrow, far more than you’d anticipated.

- And that got you thinking that, perhaps, being in Oz wasn’t so bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a tragedy if you couldn’t find a way home. Maybe you’d like to stay.

- So when you were finally confronted with the idea of going home and the ability to do so, ...you were hesitant to take the chance. You took a long look around the fantastical place you’d traveled through; your eyes landing on the scarecrow in front of you and his teary eyes, and in a moment of revelation, you shyly confessed that you’d like to stay.

- In an instant, you were swept up into a tight hug and met with a chorus of cheers. And as your heart began to race in response to the Scarecrows joyful embrace, you realized that you were in a bit of trouble.

- So you begin your life in Oz, finding yourself a new home and trying to get situated in the whimsical place. It helps that you aren’t alone; Scarecrow comes to visit often and stays for hours on end.

- The thing about Scarecrow is, you can tell when he has a crush on someone, even before he realizes that he does himself. Though, because you don’t know a lot about Oz and the emotional range of a sentient Scarecrow, you try not to assume anything when it comes to his behavior.

“You know Scarecrow, you don’t have to come and visit me everyday if you don’t want to.” You told him one day, choosing your words carefully as to not make it seem like you didn’t want his company.

“Oh, but I do want to!” He assured you quickly and you gave him a smile.

“But don’t you ever want to spend time on your own, or with someone else? I just don’t understand why you want to spend a perfectly good day doing something boring with me when you could be doing something interesting with someone else.

“Well... I just like you a whole lot. That’s all,” He said at first before he furrowed his brows in thought. Though his next words were directed towards you, they seemed to be said more to himself than anyone else. “I like you bunches.”

“Well, I like you too.” You replied which seemed to ease his mind for the time being.

- He asked you out on a date late one morning, not too long after the two of you had that conversation. You should have seen how nervous he was, clutching a handful of flowers and fumbling with his clothing as he knocked on your door.

- He told you that he knew he was just a Scarecrow but that he liked you a lot and would like to give your relationship a try “if that was alright with you”.

- A scarecrow falling in love with a girl was surely a preposterous idea, but not as preposterous as a girl falling in love with a scarecrow which is exactly what had happened to you. All you could tell the straw man was that you “would love to” as you beamed up at him.

- You had a picnic for your first date though it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. You had to try several different places before you found one that was perfect, but you choose to forget the giggling munchkins and violent mocking apple trees.

- You had your first real kiss about a week later. Before then, you’d kissed his cheek a few times but that was about it.

- The two of you were in the cornfields, you’d been teaching him “how to frighten things” when he finally managed to “scare away” his first crow. Both of you were laughing happily when he looked over at you, quickly leaning forward and pecking you on the lips.

- While the action shocked you, you couldn’t help but smile, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss in return. In that moment, your feelings were solidified and you couldn’t deny that you truly were in love with each other.

- He’s a very; innocently, affectionate person so expect him to always be close and/or touching you.

- Lots of hugs. It’s hard not to hug him when he’s so squishy.

- Soft, gentle kisses.

- Handholding. He finds it fascinating, mainly because your hands are so warm and soft while his are just a pair of gloves stuffed with straw.

- Locking elbows.

- Cheek kisses.

- Kissing his nose. How can you refuse something so inviting?

- Pecks on the lips. Sometimes he just pulls this face that all but forces you to do so.

- While he does like nicknames, he’ll usually just call you by your normal name. When he does call you by a pet name, it’s usually something like darling, sweetheart, and occasionally birdie.

- The two of you cuddle with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He’s pretty much a walking pillow so it’s incredibly easy to snuggle with him.

- He likes being helpful so don’t hesitate to ask him when you need some assistance; though he’ll usually offer it up on his own accord.

- He’s willing to go along with pretty much anything you’d like to do. He doesn’t manage nothing and he doesn’t mind anything either; he just likes to be with you.

- Clumsy boy. Don’t trust him with anything delicate and be prepared to try and catch him if, or rather when, he falls.

- Helping to keep him steady. You’ll have to hold him up at times, usually by wrapping his arm around your waist or shoulders when you’re walking together.

- Getting songs sung to and about you.

- Believe me, he’s clever, even if he thinks he isn’t. He gets all bashful whenever you tell him so.

- Helping him make up his mind. He thinks you’re incredibly smart.

- Visiting the tin man and cowardly lion. They grow to be very good friends of yours.

- Can we all just agree that he has a pet crow. Can we please just make that a fact. I need that in my life.

- Helping him pick up and stuff himself full of his fallen straw.

- Making faces at each other.

- He never is able to scare you, even if he thinks he’d like to. He’s just too sweet and lovable to scare anyone, especially the person who loves him the most. You reassure him that he can be frightening when he wants to be; though it’s a lie.

- He loves hearing about your world. I mean, Scarecrow hardly even knows about Oz, let alone a place that doesn’t exist where he comes from.

- Compliments. He can’t help but tell you how well he thought you did or how wonderful you look in your dress.

- Well, you’ll always know where to find him: the cornfields. He’s always jumping and excitedly greeting you whenever you come to visit.

- He loves resting his head in your lap.

- Dancing with each other.

- Picnics.

- Making flower crowns.

- Taking walks together.

- He’s honestly the easiest boyfriend you’ll ever have. He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t sleep, and he’s never any trouble.

- He knows his way around Oz and it’s many interesting creatures so he’s always got a solution when you have a problem. He always shrugs it off and tells you not to mention it when you thank him.

- You aren’t exactly sure how he “works” and how he’s alive but you sure are glad that he is. He; in turn, is fascinated by your warmth, heartbeat and breathing; i.e. everything that shows that you’re alive.

- He’s always the first one to try and comfort you when you seem upset.

- He doesn’t really get jealous; he’s too sweet and kind. He might get a little grumpy and/or insecure but he doesn’t get angry; especially not with you. You can always tell that he’s “jealous” because he’ll linger at your side and get more touchy.

- He has a habit of speaking in your defense, even when there’s really no need. He just doesn’t want to see you get cheated out of anything.

- He’s not a very scary individual; much to his displeasure, but he isn’t afraid of anything besides a lighted match so he’s almost always willing to stand up for and protect you.

- He can get sorta spiteful every now and again; though not very often. Whenever he gets like this, he’ll try his best to give you the silent treatment. The thing is, he always winds up failing because he just can’t help but say something to you when you say something to him.

“Well, you know what!”

- He’s always fairly quick to apologize when he’s upset you or is otherwise in the wrong. He might not have a brain but he certainly isnt stupid and he’s able to recognize when he’s messed up. He can be very forgiving as well so don’t be afraid to try and apologize when you’ve messed up.

- Lots of sweet and chipper I love you’s.

- Living over the rainbow with a scarecrow that loves you to death. How could life get any better.

#the wizard of Oz imagine #the wizard of Oz headcanons #the wizard of Oz headcanon #the wizard of Oz imagines #1930s movie headcanons #1930s movie headcanon #1930s movie imagines #1930s movie imagine #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow headcanons #scarecrow headcanon #scarecrow imagines #the scarecrow headcanon #the scarecrow imagine #the scarecrow imagines #the scarecrow headcanons

[buckysflannelpajamas]

Bleeding Hearts

Summary: Being Tony Starks daughter has its pros and cons. One of the pros being you get to live with your best friends, the Avengers. One of the cons you will soon find out is having to deal with the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes...

Takes place during the imaginary time after Civil War where everyone love in the tower and goes through to Endgame.

Trigger warning: Talks of depression/depressing thoughts

Chapter 5

2nd person POV

Fading. That's how you describe the feeling when you start to stoop into a depressive episode. You can feel your emotions fading to numbness, and eventually an all encompassing emotional down. Each avenger has their own way of trying to help you through it. Honestly you want to be left alone for the most part, alone to dwell in the sadness you think you deserve. It was harder when you first decided to move back into the tower after living on your own when you had been released from the hospital. In the beginning, you couldn't even get a moment alone. But eventually everyone got into a pattern of how they help you deal with your depression.

Wanda and Vision make you baked goods. Mainly strawberry cupcakes. Wanda comes to deliver them to your room every morning, and subtly implies she will be going shopping later and hinting at you coming. It worked a total of one time. But after having a mental breakdown in the Gucci dressing room you realized it probably wasn’t best for you to be in public when you feel this way.

Steve and your dad are always the most worried. They check on you multiple times a day. Steve also draws you caricatures of avengers and writes something funny underneath them. This is the closest Steve has ever gotten to understanding memes. Tony on the other hand tries to lure you out of your funk by bribing you with a trip to your favorite Korean food restaurant in South Korea via his private jet.

Pepper sends you flowers. The two of you aren’t close and aren't overly fond of eachother. You assume she mainly sends the flowers to please Tony.

Peter constantly sends you memes throughout the day, which you mostly ignore.

No one knows where Thor and Bruce are so it’s safe to say they don't know when you’re suffering, and no one wants to call Clint just to inform him you’re sad again.

Uncle Rhodey usually finds out because Tony needs to vent to someone about his worries. What he does for you by far one of the coolest things. He has a military buddy of his hack into the computers of major entertainment companies so you can see blockbuster movies before they are released.

Natasha, who is sort of a mother figure to you though the two of you would never admit it, comes to you late at night when your insomnia kicks in. Neither of you speak, she simply sits down on your bed beside you and braids your hair while the TV show ‘how it’s made’ plays softly in the background. The two activities always help you to sleep. And on the nights you can’t stop crying, she’ll lie there with you, rubbing your back like a mother calming her child until her tears stop.

Finally, Sam comes in the moment you need it most, right when you are so tired and drained that you’re ready to open up about how you're feeling.

It’s day 3 of your depression and you have just reached that point. Somehow, Sam always knows when you’re ready.

You’re sitting up in bed, bundled up in an exuberant amount of blankets and staring blankly at the wall in front of you. Your mind drifts through a series of depressing thoughts.

Pathetic.

Worthless.

Burden.

These are the words that are most consistently in your mind.

For a moment you consider no longer taking your meds. Sometimes it feels as though they don't work anyway.

That’s when you hear the knock outside your living room door.

“Friday, tell Sam he can come on in.” You mumble to the disembodied AI, your voice raw from all the crying you’ve been doing.

“Of course, miss.” Even Friday sounds saddened by your less than pleasant mental state.

You don’t bother to wipe your tears away, you would be crying soon again anyway.

You hear Sam make his way through your front door, passing through the living area and opening the door to your room.

You notice Sam holding a steaming plate of eggs, sausage, and hash browns in one hand. He must have found out from Friday that all you’ve really eaten this week is Wanda and Visions strawberry cupcakes.

“I would have brought some OJ too but then I wouldn’t have been able to open the door.” Sam jokes. He takes a quick glance around your room, trying to gauge how bad the episode is. Used tissues cover the floor by the right side of the bed. Worn pajamas are strewn around on the floor and the pile of clothes you leave on your chair hasn’t been cleaned up. You usually clean it once a week. Not to mention your greasy hair makes it obvious that you haven’t showered in a few days.

“Pretty bad, huh?” Sam asks.

“Yeah.” You answer honestly. You don’t need to bullshit with Sam.

He takes a seat by you on the bed, placing the food in front of you. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, but-“

“But you feel like you deserve the pain?”

“You know that.” You sigh.

“Tell me why.”

“You know why too.”

Sam pushes a fork in your hand. “I’m trusting you with this.” He jokes, earning an actual laugh from you before moving on. “I have a general idea, but I don’t like to make assumptions.”

You poke at the eggs with your fork. “I-“ it’s hard to speak. You know at any moment you’re going to break out sobbing. “I feel so weak.” You choke out. “I put the whole team at risk by being naive enough to think a guy wouldn’t try drugging my drink at a crowded party. Even if it is my house.”

Sam doesn't speak yet. He always waits for you to let it all out.

“How could I be so fucking stupid?!” You sob. “I was selfish. Why do you all even keep me around? I’m a liability and a burden to the team. I hate that about myself and I hate that I’m so weak! I hate that no matter how hard I train, I’ll never be strong like any of you! And I know that that’s also selfish because you all went through so much pain to be what you are, but I can’t help but feel insignificant. I’m just some dumb fucking artist that sits around all day doddling while you all are actually doing something meaningfull in the world!” There it is. The root of what triggered your episode. It’s not just about Authur. It's about the fact that you can’t protect yourself. It’s the constant feeling of insignificance that lingers in the back of your mind.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently. “First of all, you’re not just some dumb fucking artist.” He quotes you. “You are a world renowned artist and you should be proud of it. More importantly, you are not insignificant or a burden. Ok? If we didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be here. We all love you and want you to be here with us. You’re part of our family. You might not be on the front lines, but you do more for the world than you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah I doubt that.”

“I mean it.” Sam Insists. “You said so yourself that you know how much pain we’ve been through. How do you think the avengers would keep it together without their own little therapist.” He laughs lightly.

You furrow your brows. “Um, Sam, I’m not a therapist. I can barely keep myself together.”

“You might not be licensed but you are always there for us. Getting us to talk through our thoughts and feelings. Giving us advice and helping us come to a resolution.”

“That’s what friends are for.” You shrug.

“Yeah well friends don’t usually have to deal with their other friends' war trauma and helping them deal with finding out their best friend they thought was dead is actually alive and actively trying to kill them.”

You stay silent for a moment. “I guess that’s true.”

Sam pats you lightly on the back. “You keep the avengers sane so that we can help the world. Which is just as important.”

Finally, you take a bite of your eggs. “I disagree that it’s just important but I know that argument won’t go anywhere, so I’ll just accept it.”

“I know that this conversation won’t solve all of life's problems, but maybe it helped you feel good enough to to get up out of bed? Maybe get up and take a shower? No offense, but you don’t exactly smell like daisies.” He laughs.

You shove Sam in the arm. “Hey! You should take a whiff of yourself after you come back from a mission.”

“Touché.” Sam pauses, noticing something on your bedside table.

“Sour gummy worms? That’s not part of your usual routine…” Sam trails of, reaching over you to grab the box of candy before you have a chance to stop him.

“Wait-”

It's too late, he sees the note written in scribbly cursive on the piece of paper attached to the back of the box.

“Who’s this from?” He asks curiously, hoping from your bed and moving around as you chase him down, frantically trying to remove the letter from his grasp.

“Sam stop!”

“Dear y/n,” Sam starts to read aloud. “I don’t pity you. I relate to you. When I said I’m sorry I meant it.”

You jump, reaching for the letter but Sam moves it high above his head.

He continues to read. “I meant to tell you sorry before the party. I only blew up at the hospital because I was mad at myself for letting someone on the team get hurt. I shouldn’t have been such an asshole to you. I know it’s a lousy excuse but I was just jealous of your happiness. If you give me the chance, I’d like to make it up to you. I heard you like Star Wars. I haven’t seen the movies… maybe we can watch them sometime? Sincerely, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Sam looks at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. “You two got a movie date?”

You finally snatch the candy and letter from his hand. “See this is why I didn’t want you to read it! I knew you would take it that way.” You pout.

“How else am I supposed to take it?” Sam laughs.

“Like a guy with a guilty conscience is trying to be nice to the sad girl.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“You can be so blind to some things.” He shakes his head.

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

Sam takes a seat back down at the end of your bed. “Everyone living in the tower can tell he has the hots for you.” He pauses in thought. “Expect for Tony. Barnes would be as good as dead if he knew.”

“You’ve been talking to Nat and Wanda, haven’t you?”

“And Steve and Vision.” He grins. “We have a whole group text dedicated to the conversation.”

“Great.” You groan, rubbing your temples as you take a seat by Sam on the bed.

“Look, you don’t have to believe me. But you should at least give him a chance to make it up to you. I’m not Barnes biggest fan, but he’s really not a bad guy.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Sam interrupts you.

“Just think about it, ok?” Sam gets up from your bed, making his way to the door. “And take a shower in the meantime! You stink little sister!”

You grab a pillow and throw it at him, the pillow only managing to hit the door as he closes it.

“And eat some food too!”

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes x reader

[stevesnailbat]

fear of the (un)known | steve harrington

chapter two : sense of belonging

summary: Grace, or 007 as she had been called, finally escaped Hawkins Lab after seventeen long years. But, freedom is a lot harder than she thought it would be to maintain.

warnings: none really, maybe Steve being a little harsh but not exactly

word count: 1.8K

a/n: gif not mine!! i found it on google :) also sorry if this chapter kinda sucks but i tried okay, it’s a filler chapter honestly

Panic struck Grace when she woke in an unfamiliar bed, taking a moment to realize what had happened the night before. The feeling of fear stayed deep in her gut when she saw that the pillow and blanket that were once on the floor were back on the bed, meaning that Steve wasn’t in the room anymore. She opened the bedroom door to explore the house, hoping that she was just paranoid and that he hadn’t left her in the house alone.

The sound of dishes clattering made her flinch as she reached the kitchen, Steve finally coming into view when she did. He had made pancakes and was putting them onto plates, not hearing her come into the kitchen. When he turned around, his heart nearly stopped when he saw her sitting at the table.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” he sighed, carrying the two plates to the table. “Here’s some food.”

“Not hungry.” she mumbled, shoving the plate towards him as she felt her stomach churning.

Her nerves about seeing whoever was supposed to help had taken over moments before he put the food out in front of her, so her appetite was gone. Steve’s eyes were narrowed in annoyance as he looked up to see the scared expression on her face, but softened when he realized how nervous she was. He stabbed his fork into one of the two pancakes on her plate and put it onto his own, looking back over at the timid girl next to him while shoving the plate to her.

“Eat that one at least, alright? You’re nervous, I know. But you haven’t eaten a proper meal in days, I’m sure. Just eat that one and I’ll be happy.” he said before shoveling a bite of pancake into his own mouth as she cringed at his haste. “I’ll explain where we’re going when we leave.”

She took the plate back and stayed silent as she picked up the fork. Steve meant well, she knew that, but he wasn’t going about it in the best way. It was obvious that he was just as scared as her, he was just a little better at hiding it than her. Neither of them spoke as they finished their food or as they got ready to leave.

Steve looked more stressed than before once they got into the car, trying to bottle up his doubts about her. It was tempting for her to get into his mind, to see what he was thinking. But, she couldn’t do it, she was afraid of how he’d react if he found out.

“We’re going to a cabin a little outside of town to see a friend of mine, the chief of police, Hopper.” he said to her after a relatively quiet first half of the ride, noticing her widened eyes at his last remark. “He’s not gonna turn you in or some shit, if that’s what you’re thinking. He—He has another girl there, she’s like you, she’s from the lab too. I called him earlier and he wants to help.”

“A girl from the lab?” she repeated, watching him nod and hum in response. “011?”

“Do you remember her?” he asked, eyes flickering over to meet hers for a second as she stared at him.

“Yes.” she said softly, shuddering as she thought of being in the lab again.

Steve could tell she had thought about something bad solely by her furrowed brow and flustered expression. He wanted to ask more, but he knew he’d find out sooner or later and that it wasn’t the right time. As he drove, he felt her eyes on him. She was studying his features, looking at the bruises that were littered across his face.

“I got the shit beat out of me, if that’s why you’re staring at me.” he chucked awkwardly, watching her frown from the corner of his vision. “It was a good fight, I was trying to save some little shits from getting hurt. You’ll probably meet them soon if you stay with Hop.”

She recoiled into the passenger seat fully as he spoke about staying with the police chief. A sinking feeling set into her stomach and it hurt like hell. She had only just met Steve, but she thought she had trusted him, until this moment. And honestly? It stung a bit to think that he was really just trying to get rid of her already. The rest of the trip was silent, the sound of the BMW’s engine humming was the only noise filling the air.

To say she was terrified when they pulled up to an old, abandoned-looking cabin in the middle of the woods would be an understatement. Grace felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest at any second. Anyone in the situation would be a little scared, but to her it seemed like he was taking her here to leave her for dead again. The look on his face wasn’t evil or conniving in any way, though. He looked about as perplexed as she did, like he was concerned to see what would happen in there as well.

Steve opening and shutting the driver door to the car was what brought her back down to Earth. She still felt paralyzed with fear, like if she went in there that something could happen to her. He walked to the passenger door and swung it open quickly, his brow furrowed as he looked down at her.

“Are you coming?” he asked in an exasperated, reaching for her hand before watching her shy away from his touch. “I though we were past this already, I’m not going to hurt you! I’m trying to help, Hop will help you.”

Grace let out a small, nervous sigh as she stood from the seat, watching him closely. She didn’t want to annoy him anymore than she already had, because he obviously wanted to get rid of her in one way or another. So, she followed him to the cabin and watched him knock on the door.

The man on the other side of the door was who she presumed to be Hopper, but he seemed to be the only one around. Her heart sunk a bit, the hope of being reunited with 011 slowly fading from her mind. Steve and Hopper talked for a moment at the door, mainly about what had happened last night. After a while, the man looked over to her as he reached his hand out.

“Grace, right?” he asked and she nodded slowly, refusing to shake the hand he was extending to her.

He only huffed at her response, or lack thereof, and motioned for them both to come inside. The cabin was small and very cramped, but she seemed to enjoy it in some odd way. It was much different than Steve’s large house, but a good type of different. She sat down on the couch as they did and stayed a distance from them both. It was hard for her to fight the urge to hear what they were thinking, but she knew it would be wrong.

As they sat down, the floorboards creaked behind the couch. Grace flickered her attention in the direction of the noise, seeing a young girl standing in the doorway of a bedroom. She recognized her almost immediately as 011 and a small, yet broken, smile crossed her face. Grace watched her closely as she walked towards her, a curious look on her face.

The two of them were never together much at the lab, but they remembered each other very well. It was always easy to remember the trauma they both endured, but the good memories they had as kids were almost unforgettable solely because of the lack of interactions with anyone else for the majority of their time there. She looked up at the girl as she peered down at her covered wrist, wanting reassurance that it was really her. Grace slid her sleeve up to reveal the black numbers that mirrored the ones on her wrist and her heart skipped a beat, because she finally found someone who’d understand what she’d gone through.

“El.” the girl said with a small smile, pointing to herself as if to introduce the real her for the first time.

“I’m Grace. Been so—so long.” she choked out while blinking some tears away, thinking about the last time she had seen El more than two years before.

“You got out of there just in time, it seems like. That hellhole is closed down now.” Hopper remarked, interrupting the moment between the girls.

“Good.” she replied, looking over at El with a hopeful smile on her face.

“How—How did you even get out of there, anyways? I guess I never asked.” Steve asked, sounding hesitant with his questioning.

“I just left, one of the guards really liked me.” she replied sharply with a shrug as El giggled to herself, knowing that she used her powers to get out.

“You can’t just leave Hawkins Lab like that, especially as an experiment.” Hopper added, raising a challenging eyebrow at her as she flinched at his words. “What’re your powers, kid?”

“Mind control.” she nearly sneered, almost appalled by her own abilities. “Telepathy.”

“Holy shit.” Steve said under his breath, staring at her with wide eyes.

“I made a guard think that I was allowed to leave, and he led me to the door.” she stated, stopping herself from rolling her eyes at Steve’s surprised expression. “I knew it was dangerous, but I had to do it."

“Safe now.” El said reassuringly to her, making her smile once more.

“I can stay here with you guys, right?” she asked hopefully, making El’s eyes light up with excitement.

Hopper nodded, making the two girls sigh in relief and happiness. Grace’s gaze flickered to Steve for a moment to see a halfway disappointed look cross his face. She was tempted to see what was on his mind, but he seemed put off by her powers, and her in general, already.

Steve had somewhat wished that they didn’t have room for her for the night and that he’d have to keep her with him for another day. He was intrigued by her, but could tell that she was intimidated by him because of the way he’d acted towards her thus far. He hadn’t meant to be harsh with her, it had just happened with the stress of the moment. She wouldn’t let him come into trust so easily, he knew he’d have to earn it gracefully, one step at a time. He wouldn’t put up a fight about her wanting to stay, especially after seeing her face light up when seeing El for the first time. She belonged with them for the time being, and he knew it.

tags: @sourapplebaby @harringtown @hystericalmedicine @charmed-asylum @queenofthehairharrington @a-magey @lemonypink @daddystevee @karasong @heart-eye-harrington @batbatsupermanme @used-avocado

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[a-simple-imagine]

Ocean Magic

Synopsis: Y/N is scared of the water and Mera decides she wants to help

Pairing: Mera x fem!reader

Words: 2.3k+

Sat on the warm sand, you stare out at the gentle ocean waves as they move back and forth in a steady almost relaxing rhythm. You were sat just far enough away that the water didn't touch you. You came here every day or at least tried to; sometimes other commitments just got in the way but that's a part of life. This beach wasn't all too popular and you never quite understood why. You'd find the occasional family here or people walking their dog but other than that, it spent most of its time empty. You found a spot that pretty much-guaranteed privacy except for one other person. There was always someone lurking in the ocean. You knew nothing about them and they never came close enough for you to learn more. Could be anyone? Could be someone who's been stranded in the ocean for days. You wouldn't know. You assume they're not stranded though or they'd be less... calm. Plus wouldn't they actually try to get your attention? This person is just there. It always seems like they're watching you as well. Honestly, who just sits in the ocean for hours? Surely they get cold. The one thing you did know about them was that they had red hair. Bright red hair that you could spot from a mile away. They're probably just as curious as to why you're here. I mean you just come here each day and watch the water like a weirdo. The truth was you were actually scared. You came here every day in an attempt to face those fears. It also gave you a chance to clear your head and get away from everything. But it was mainly because you were scared of the ocean. You had been since you were little. Your parents say it was because I fell off a boat when you were younger and you've been terrified ever since. It's a logical reason. You catch sight of the redhead among the waves. She seemed closer than normal today. You leave soon after.

"I'll be back later." You called down the phone as you dropped the backpack down, sitting down beside it. You had decided to sit slightly closer to the water today. Baby steps. You never understood why you couldn't just step into the water. Surely that couldn't hurt you but every time you tried, you got so in your head that you usual backed away after a few seconds. When your eyes landed on the redhead, she instantly disappeared among the waves. You waited for her to resurface but she never did. After a while, You decided to head home. Letting your mind wander as you thought about whether or not this woman was real or just your imagination.

Grabbing a grape from the small plastic tub in hand, you popped it into your mouth. The ocean was unusually calm today and your red-headed friend was nowhere to be seen. You stood, watching the water drift closer than fall back.

"Hello," You were startled by the sudden interruption, looking towards the source. It was the redhead. So, she was real and she was finally out of the ocean. She'd clearly just come out though because her hair was soaking. You glance over her over. She was dressed in what you assume was a scale-like wet suit. She was pretty. Very much so. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to work up the courage to walk in." You reply turning your attention back to the waves.

"to the ocean?"

You nodded.

"Just walk in."

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"Scared."

"Of the ocean?"

You nod a little. "Terrified."

"But there's nothing to be scared of,"

"Of course you'd think that. Every time I see you you're in the water." You argue.

"Yeah, I kinda live there. I'm Mera, by the way."

"Y/N."

The woman walked into the water just In front of you. A smile on her lips. "It won't hurt you, see."

"It's not that simple."

Holding her arms out she walked towards you. Taking your hands, she backed up slowly but once you realised what was happening you pull away. "No- I can't."

"You can. Just give me your hands, I won't let go."

Mera took both hands and pulled slowly until your bare feet hit the water. You froze instantly. Shaking your head a little. "I... I'm not sure- I don't like this."

"Y/N. Trust me, It's fine. You're safe. Take it from the girl who lives in the ocean."

Her smile was soft and you took a deep breath; walking until the water was just up to your thigh. Your breathing got quicker and Mera gently squeezed your hand. It was an attempt at reassurance but it wasn't doing much. "Can we go back?"

She nodded and lead you back to shore.

"I'm gonna head home before it gets dark." You insist, rushing to put away your stuff. Pausing to offer the woman a piece of fruit. "Grape? Consider it a thank you."

You watched her for a moment as she slowly took one. Inspecting it. You took one and popped it into your mouth before putting the lid on and shoving it into the bag. Mera put the grape into her mouth too. "Thank you."

"Guess I'll see you next time. Later." A quick wave, You threw the bag over your shoulder and headed off.

A few days later you returned to the beach. It was lunchtime so you sat alone, eating a sandwich and wondering when or if, Mera would show up today.

"Y/N..."

"Hey, Mera. Fancy seeing you here," You teased, she just stared back and You shrug. "Have you eaten? I brought extra."

Picking up the other half, You handed it to her. Again she seemed reluctant to take it. "Don't worry it's not poison. It's just cheese, lettuce, tomato, and veggie chicken.... or not."

You put it back. Mera sits down next to you and takes the sandwich. "Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem." You smile softly. Eyes drifting over the girl, her hair was soaked and she sported the same green outfit. You wondered if she'd been for a swim before as you take another bite of the sandwich.

"Are you planning to go into the water again, today?" Mera asked.

You nod as you finish up the food. "Yeah. Or at least try. I wanna try going up to my waist so I'm glad you're here."

Her brow furrowed a little. "Why?"

You shrugged. "You helped me last time and it's nice having someone here. I'd invite someone else but I'm afraid they'll just laugh."

"Why would they laugh?" She asks softly. It's sweet how naive she seemed to be.

"I don't know... it's weird, I guess? To be scared of the ocean."

"Everyone is scared of something."

"What are you scared of?" You question but she just falls silent. Looking out at the ocean. Rising to your feet, you brush off some sand and began removing your outer layer so you're left in a one-piece swimsuit.

"I'm ready to make the ocean, my bitch." You declared proudly although you were actually yet to move. Then you fell Mera's hand reach for yours, interlocking your fingers.

"I'm right here."

Despite not really knowing much about the other woman, you were definitely grateful she was here. "I could use a push every now and then."

Mera took you along towards the water and you were feeling more hesitant with each step. You manage to walk a little further than last time before freezing. You knew nothing bad was going to happen if You just went in up to your waist but there's always that possibility and that's what stops you.

"Are you okay?"

You nod your head quickly. Taking a deep breath, you continue walking, a little slower until you feel the water reach just under your boobs. You were scared but proud but you almost instantly begging to panic and try to run back. But with the drag of the water and the fact you never let go of Mera's hand, you just fall. Straight into the very thing you were terrified off. You begin to thrash beneath the water. You could swim so, by all means, you were safe but you just couldn't help yourself. When you finally managed to pull yourself together, you were soaked from head to toe. You were out of breath and coughing like a mad man. You were still in the water though Too scared to go deeper but also too scared you would fall again if I moved. Two arms slipped around your waist and a body pressed up against you. "You're safe." She whispered softly against the back of your neck. "I've got you."

The action was abrupt and you were kind of glad she couldn't see your face. "Let's walk back."

Mera stayed wrapped around you as you headed back to shore. It was a slow process but it was needed. Once you finally reached dry land, Mera let go. You grab your towel from your bag and began drying yourself off and getting ready to go. You were embarrassed, to say the least, and just wanted to go home.

"Y/N..."

Finishing up, you threw the backpack on and headed walked away. Not sharing so much as a glance. "I'll see you later Mera."

Weeks fly by and you're not sure if you're just too scared to go back to the ocean or scared to see Mera again but you had been avoiding the beach at all costs. Surely, she couldn't be there every day though. She had to take a break from swimming sometime. You decide to risk it today. It was a nice day and you had nothing better to do. You felt anxious throughout the entire journey and to make things worse when you first stepped onto the sand, you felt like You were gonna throw up. Mera was right there. Sat on the shore, looking out over the ocean. Does this girl ever go home? You walked up slowly and dropped your stuff down beside her. Her head turned to you and she rose to her feet. "Y/N, you're back."

"Yep." You weren't sure if you needed to apologise for the other day or not.

"I was worried you weren't coming back,"

"You were?" You question, brow furrowing. Mera nodded, a soft smile settling on her lips. After a moment of silence, she piped up again.

"Are you planning to go for a swim?" The redhead wonders. You shrug a little. "You're not scared are you?"

"Maybe- I almost drowned last time."

Mera shook her head. "Hardly. You did so well last time, you shouldn't give up just because you fell."

"Easy for you to say."

"You came back for a reason, Y/N. And I don't think it's just so you can go back to sitting on the sand."

Mera took a few steps forward and then turned to face you. "I promise, you'll be okay."

"You can't promise that."

"I can." She insisted. "And I did. So come on now, Y/N. I'll keep you safe."

"Why do you even care if I go in or not?" You fire back.

"I've seen how hard you've worked. I just don't want you to give up but I can't force you."

Mera was right. You had been working on this for a while and you were finally getting somewhere. It seemed almost silly to just give up now. Mera held her hand out for you. Your smile falters a little but you just shake your head. You couldn't do this. "I'm gonna go..."

"Y/N, wait... please." Mera pleaded. "I want to show you something."

You come to an abrupt stop, turning on your heel. "What?"

You watched her for a moment but she just stood there, staring back. You turn away again.

"Y/N."

"What, Mera?" You snapped. "just show me already or I'm going home."

Your eyes meet hers and they were... glowing? A wave of her hands and water collected in the air between her palms. Your mouth practically hits the floor. She shot the water upwards and it fell back down to earth like a brief spot of rain in the late afternoon. Turning to the Ocean, her arms spread wide and the water parts. As her hands fell to her sides, the water crashed into each other and went back to its normal rhythm. Mera looked back to you with a small smile. "What the...?"

"I knew you'd be safe because I'd make sure of it. I've watched you day in and day out, stare into the water and I was just so curious so when I finally approached you and you explained that the reason you come out here so much is that you're scared, I decided I should help. The oceans nothing to be scared off it's actually quite..."

Bright eyes and a dolphin made of water jumps out of the water. "Magical."

"Mera... I don't... I'm so- what is happening?"

The redhead wonders over to you and takes both of your hands. "I'll keep you safe." A hand against your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin. "I promise."

You got caught up in the moment and connected your lips but only for a moment. You pulled back instantly, head dropping as you realised what you had done and how it wasn't appropriate considering the situation. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Your words are interrupted by soft lips against your own. She tasted salty. "No need to be sorry. I liked it."

"I have a question tho, how did you like do that thing with the water? "

"I'll tell you if you go in the water."

You roll your eyes. "You're never gonna let this go are you?"

"No."

#mera #mera x reader #aquaman #mera imagine #aquaman imagine #aquaman imagines #mera imagines #y'mera xebella challa

[phantoms-lair]

Mirror’s Gaze part 17

Didn’t think this would happen? Honestly me neither. But I wanted to get it done for the 50th Anniversary of Scooby Doo tonight, so victory!

Previously on Mirror’s Gaze

They met again in the diner and Arthur wondered if there was an end to Shaggy’s appetite. He wished, perhaps selfishly, that he had Lewis’s cooking to fill the bottomless pit. No, definitely selfish, since Lewis already had to cook for Vivi when he couldn’t even eat himself.  As it was, the accumulated food costs had been adding up to a horrifying number. He tried to keep it to a minimum to keep costs down, but it seemed like he’d never be full again. Still it was getting harder not to not to start crying when he saw the total rising.

He had tried to get away with just a glass of water, by Velma had shot him Vivi’s ‘you’re not taking care of yourself’ look (And why did anyone but Vivi even have that?) so he’d ordered a large plate of fries. Maybe he should start looking for all you can eat buffets. Normally they were more expensive, but it might currently be the more cost-effective option.

The afternoon had been productive at least. The list of ex-Fezness employees had been huge, but the number of employees who could both build an animatronic robot and program in behavior was much smaller. In fact only five names came up. Louise Clayton, Marcella Garrett, Bertrum Reynolds, Frank Lambert, and Matthew Luna.

Velma was devouring the hidden file, apparently craving the knowledge it contained like this body craved food (once she was sure Arthur was actually eating). “This is fascinating. I can’t believe Professor Mansfield, his assistant, and student created this.”

“That’s not the only thing, look at this.” Fred pointed out one of the names on Arthur and Velma’s list, then at the front of the file.

“Jeepers, do you think there’s a connection?” Daphne asked.

“Very likely.”

Arthur craned his neck to look at the front of the document. Ah. “So time to call the police?” It was far from open and shut, but it was a reasonable connection.

Fred and Daphne looked at him oddly, though Velma was still engrossed with the document. “We haven’t caught the culprit yet,” Fred pointed out. “But don’t worry, I’ve got the first workings of a plan.”

“Why would we catch the culprit?” Arthur asked, confused. “I mean, yeah, citizen arrests are a thing, but this is literally what the police are for. We’ve found the clues, put them together in a reasonable fashion, now we turn over the evidence to the authorities who can legally make the arrest and build a case so they can be prosecuted.” 

Why were they looking at him like he’d grown an extra head?

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” Velma hadn’t looked up from the document. “It’s not like it’s a real evil AI. There’s a human controlling it.”

“Of course there’s a human controlling it.” Arthur was baffled. “And do you know what humans can have? Guns. Especially humans with a lack of respect for law and order. Not to mention none of what we found is admissible in court since it was obtained without a warrant.” He gestured to the document. “Or through illegal breaking and entering.”

Fred frowned. “It wasn’t like we were trying to rob the place, Arthur. We were looking for clues.”

“Which to do legally you need either permission or be a member of law enforcement with a judge-issued warrant. Evidence obtained otherwise is non-admissible and can compromise the integrity of a case, sometimes even causing it to be thrown out.” This was his job, at least one of them.

“Arthur may have a point,” Velma conceded. “Most of the clues we find wouldn’t fly in a trial. However, it’s almost moot in a case where the culprit is caught red handed and confesses, so as long as we catch him, it’ll work out.” 

That seemed overly optimistic “Okay, but can we get back to my other concern. Mainly, what if he has a gun?!” 

 “You worry too much,” Daphne patted his shoulder. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

Arthur groaned, resting his head on the table. Even Vivi at her most enthusiastic didn’t completely discount risk. Misjudged, maybe, but never discount. His first impulse was to bow out now. Go to the police on his own, present his case, and hope they followed up. The problem was, he couldn’t rule out the kids doing something foolish in the meantime. He sighed. The best thing he could do to keep them safe was to stay and hope to mitigate. “Okay, what do you have so far? We can build on that.”

“Sure,” Fred felt a bit thrown off his game. Usually he just made the plan and everyone else went along with it. “We need to lure the robot out again. We can assure the creator wants this.” He tapped the file in Velma’s hands. “We just need someone else to announce they have a copy, maybe that it’s being patented in memory of Dr. Mansfield. The robot should come for that.”

“While basic behaviors could be programmed in, being able to react quickly enough to capture a person would require real time input from someone who was watching what was happening. So the culprit would have to be on site.” Velma deduced.

“Still might not be easily noticeable, if the commands are being given via a smart phone it’ll blend in with everyone trying to record it.” Arthur pointed out. “We could probably make a signal blocker without too much difficulty, especially if we can assume it uses similar systems to Fezness. But that won’t catch our culprit red-handed,”

“A blind?” Daphne suggested. “The robot is going to cause a lot of chaos, but judging by it’s fingers I bet it would have some trouble picking the actual folder up without losing pages.”

“And we catch our culprit when he goes for the file.” Fred grinned. Sure, it didn’t involved building a trap, but he had to admit coming up with the plan together was fun. “He won’t come close if there’s a lot of people there, so we have one person hiding in the podium ready to catch him the the act while everyone is distracted.”

Which would be the most dangerous location, being alone with the criminal while he was at his most desperate. “And who would the one in that position?” Honestly, he was expecting it to be Fred. He was the leader, after all. If it was their team, he knew Vivi would have insisted she be the one of the front line, at least before Lewis became a ghost and thus immune to conventional weapons. (She’d still try, but it would be possible to talk her out of it.)

So it was to Arthur’s surprise that everyone turned to look at him. And it was too automatic to be because he was older and more experienced. They expected Shaggy to be the one to get close.

“And why exactly do you think me, the one least wanting to do this, should be in the most dangerous position?” Of course, he was planning to anyway to keep the kids safe, but wanted to hear what they said.

“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” The question was automatic, Fred asked it without really thinking.

The fork fell from Arthur’s hand and clanged loudly against the plate holding his mostly eaten eggs. “Excuse me, I must have misheard. Did you just try to get me to do something dangerous by bribing me with dog treats?” His voice seemed to freeze the air around him. They’d never heard this scathing tone from Arthur and certainly never from Shaggy.

Fred, Daphne, and Velma froze, trying to switch tracks to the suddenly hostility radiating from Arthur.

“Raggy roves rhem!” Scooby barked back. “Re’d reat rhem rogether rall rhe rime. Ri...ri riss Raggy.” The great dane broke down into quiet sobs.

The cold fury seemed to wash away from Arthur, leaving an awkward atmosphere.

“We’re getting him back, Scooby.” Daphne promised. “It’s not going to be too long now.”

Scooby let out a low whine and rested his head on the table. He’d never been away from Shaggy for so long in his life. And phone calls were better than nothing, but nowhere near the same.

Arthur tentatively patted Scooby on the head, as if afraid him being a facsimile of his friend would just make it worse. “Just another couple of days. No more stops, okay.”

“Rop ror rood?” Scooby asked, a small smile showing he was joking.

“Yeah, don’t think either of us would do well if we didn’t stop for food.” Arthur agreed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down the rest of the way. “Look, I’m going to check on the Fezness patents so we can build our signal jammer better. Let me know if anything comes up.” Arthur headed to the counter to pay his bill and then left.

The Gang watched him go, still in mild surprise. Velma took over petting Scooby.

“Well yeah, it sounds bad if you put it that way,” Fred said uncomfortably.

“True, but how else could you put it? We have been bribing Shaggy with dog treats.” Velma pointed out, subdued.

“Because he likes them. But right now that’s not making me feel better.” Daphne sighed. 

~

Arthur had hoped leaving would help him cool his head. Instead it was the opposite, as his mind replayed the conversation he’d just had, he felt himself get more and more worked up. As the patent information blurred together, Arthur realized he’d never be able to focus like this. He pulled Shaggy’s phone and dialed his own number.

It rang a few times before he heard his own voice answer. “Like, Shaggy here. What’s up Arthur?”

Arthur took a deep breath. He hadn’t exactly thought this through. “Um, so, the thing with the Scooby Snacks?” “Besides that they’re delicious?” Shaggy chuckled.

“Seriously?” Well, at least that confirmed what Scooby had said about Shaggy liking them.

“Yeah, like, you should try them.” Shaggy suggested.

Technically he currently had Shaggy’s taste buds, so if Shaggy liked them, right now he should too. But the thought of eating dog biscuits turned his stomach. “I’ll pass. This was more about them being used as a bribe to get you to do dangerous things.”

To Arthur’s surprise, Shaggy laughed. “That part of the mystery already?”

“That part...how often does this happen?” Arthur asked, shocked.

“It’s cool man. Like, I’d really rather we didn’t run into mysteries.  But to tell the truth, this part; I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it. Between track and gymnastics I’m the fastest and the best at escaping. Me and Scoob are the most likely to get out okay. The snacks are just, well, free snacks.”

 Arthur felt most of the tension leave him. “You don’t feel you're being taken for granted here?”

He could almost see Shaggy shrug. “Like, probably a bit. But then again, I probably take them for granted a bit too. Part of being human, man.”

“Shaggy, are you ready? We need to get back on the road!” Arthur heard Vivi’s voice calling out.

“Be right there!” Shaggy called back. “Sorry, got to go.”

“Vivi stops for no man,” Arthur agreed. “Scooby misses you.”

“I miss him too. Like don’t get me wrong, Mystery’s groovy but no one can replace Scoob.” There was such a profound sadness in his voice.

“Soon,” Arthur promised. “We’ll get you two back together soon.”

The call ended and Arthur admitted he did feel better about things.This was just part of a group dynamic he hadn’t expected. He turned his attention back to the signal jammer and almost didn’t notice when Fred entered the computer lab.

“I talked to Dr. Gardner. She agreed to help with our plan.” Fred said quietly. “And...I’ll hide under the podium.”

“Fred, my problem was never being the one under the podium. It was the knee-jerk reaction of going straight for a bribe when it looked like I was refusing.” And the dog treat thing, though that was apparently a non-issue. “No is a complete sentence.”

Fred looked like he’d been caught kicking a puppy. Arthur sighed. “I don’t like it, but I did talk to Shaggy and he’s okay with it, which is the important thing. Just respect it if he doesn’t want to do something, okay?”

“Okay. And that goes for you too. You and Velma can focus on the robot while I catch our culprit.”

“It’s fine. I can do this. This is the most dangerous part and Shaggy would never forgive me if you got hurt.”

“And what if you got hurt?” Fred countered.

“I think Shaggy would rather lose his original body than his friend.” Arthur could have kicked himself the moment the words left his mouth. Hurt didn’t mean death.

“No one’s going to die,” Fred said, as if he could make it so through sheer stubbornness. “I don’t know why you think this is so dangerous. We’ve done this a hundred times before. But if it makes you feel better, what about this—"

Arthur smiled as he heard Fred’s newest addendum to the plan. This he liked a lot better.

~ “Thanks for coming everyone.” Dr. Gardner stood alone on the podium in the middle of the outdoor stage. “Professor Mansfield planned to unveil this today as the capstone of the Robotics Festival. Since he can’t be here, I’ll be unveiling it in his stead. This was a joint project between Floyd and myself, along with one of our most promising students, Tabitha Reynolds. May I present -”

F̥̰͎͊͊͛ͩ̎̌̚o͖̬̱͔̯ǒ̙̮͈͕̹̰̙̆ͫͤ͛l̰̰̠̭͎̔ͩ̚iș̩̹ͥ̐̐h̘͕̖̜̑ͥ̋ͪ̐̀ ̣̠̯̮̂ͅH̥̼̳͍̥͇̹͐̽̂u̾m̟ͥ̿ͨ͛ȃ̹̝̥͗ͫ͂n̙̯͙ͮ̈͂͋ Yͯ̐͑̅ͥo̤͈͔͍͖̹u̹̪̗̣͇̺̬̎ͬ͒ͥ̓̓̚ ͒̓̄d̤ͫ̎̌̐̚o̲͔̻̭̜͍̺ͮ̎͐ ͇̤̩͊ͯͪ͐̓̊̇n̍ͤo͈͕̻̞͂̎̇͐ͫͮ̚t̉̃ͦ ̳̣̰̜͐̉̇ͯc͎̽͐͗ͨͤͮͣo̙n͚͇̗ṭ͖͇͓̻͇̼̅r̖̦̝̖͔̹͛͑̍͌ͧ͆o̞̱͛̈̎͑͋l̹̝̰̠̝̥ͩ ͓̟̖̤̤̣̈́ͬͣ̏̇̈́t͇̖̻̰̙̳̲͌͊h͑͛ͬͣ̄e̜̩̰̱̜ͩ̅ͬ̑͗̚ ̼͎̻̊͌̇͗mͪ̓̋ã̮̳̫̖̲͌c͎̻̞͖͉ͨ̆̈̉̃h̰̝̜̫͖̒̓ͨi͖͓̻͗̎n͒e̯̲̙͉̓̎̅͒͐ͩs̥̰͕̿̑ͯ͗͐̚ͅͅ,͔̰̒̍ͥ̌̑͐ͭ ͍w̞̦͇̥͚̲̋̂͑̇̍͋ͩe̟̼̙͆͑̅̓ͮ ͍̞̺̝̘͉̑͊ͅc̟̟̮̬̰̥̉ͬ̈́ͮó̱͇nͩ́̈͒̊̂t̤͕̭̟̯ͥͤ̃̈́̔ͩ͋ȑ̤͍̟̲̖̾̊ǒ͔͙͇͓̳̺l̺̖͎̣̎̈̆ͯ̍̉͐ ͚̝̮͖y̅̐ͪ̐ŏ̰̦̭͔̿̇̓̈͌͗uͧ̔

The robot who’d taken Professor. Mansfield appeared again, floating in the air. It swooped down on stage, causing Dr. Gardner to dive to the side to avoid it.

“Anything?” Velma asked over her phone. “Not yet.” Daphne was watching the stage through a pair of binoculars. “No one’s heading for the file. They’re all running away from the robot.”

“Roger.” They wanted the culprit to feel safe enough to get the file in the first place, so wouldn't be using the signal jammer until he’d made his move. Daphne was the look out, keeping a close eye on the file from a distance. Velma was ready with the signal jammer she and Arthur had put together, waiting for the signal from Daphne. Fred was also waiting for said signal to spring his trap. Arthur had been in the front of the crowd and was now by Dr. Gardner’s side, ready to help her escape. Scooby was likewise guarding Tabitha.

Somewhat thankfully, the robot was ignoring the student for now and focusing all its attention on the doctor. Shaggy had been right, though. His body was built for speed and it was easy to keep up with Dr. Gardner and help pull her away. If he'd had a better idea of how strong he was, he would have just picked her up and bolted. As it were, there was plenty of destruction happening from stampeding crowds when the robot swooped down to try and grab Dr. Gardner. One near miss resulted in Arthur pulling her out of the way just in time, causing the robot to barrel into a scale model of Stranshaw.

“Someone’s going for the file!” Daphne reported. “He’s close. Closer….closer....He shoved it under his jacket and he’s in position, NOW.”

Fred hit a switch, causing the door on the bottom of the podium to burst open as the net launcher fired out, trapping the man where he stood. At the same time, Velma hit her switch. The robot, without any new input, crashed into the ground and stopped working.

“We did it!” Velma cheered as Arthur helped steady Dr. Gardner. 

“Let me go!” the man on the stage snarled.

Tabitha gasped. “Uncle Bert?”

“Sorry Tabitha, but your Uncle was behind the Rampaging robot and the kidnapping of Professor Mansfield.” Velma explained.

“But why? You knew what this school and project meant to me!” Tabitha asked, distraught.

“It’s because of the project,” Velma explained. “Because your Uncle is working on his own version of the same thing. Sub-Atmosphereal Three-Dimensional Locomotion via Podiatric-based Apparatuses, or in other words, jet boots. The apparent propulsion system on the back of the robot was just for show. What really made it fly was his prototype jet boots. But they’re not ready. My guess would be the power supply is too bulky to be practical. Then he found out Professor Mansfield was working on the same thing, and was just about ready to publish and patent. He needed to keep Mansfield out of the way until his were done. That said, we knew he’d jump at the chance to see Mansfield’s notes, that how we knew he’d come for the file if he knew where it was.”

“But where is Professor Mansfield?” Dr. Gardner asked.

A stubborn expression set Bertrum’s jaw, but Arthur just grinned. “No worries. He’s going to tell us. Enlightened self-interest if nothing else.” Their culprit cocked an eyebrow. “Please enlighten me on how giving up my trump card is in my interest.”

“Because you’re not motivated by spite.” Arthur said easily. “If you were, the robot would have been given a test run against the executives at Fezness that cost you your old job. But you’re not out for revenge, just profit. And the fact that you’d backstab your own niece means you wouldn’t trust anyone else. So Mansfield is kept in a secret location where you’re taking care of him, since you don’t really want him harmed, just out of the way till your own patent goes through. Right now you could be charged with kidnapping, corporate espionage, and reckless endangerment. You’d go to jail, probably medium to low security, and while admittedly getting a job after you get out will be hard, it’s not impossible. Telling us upfront shows you never intended Mansfield harm and may get you a lesser sentence.”

Then Arthur’s eyes hardened. “Now if you were to turn this into a hostage situation, that would all change. Mansfield is restrained somewhere without access to food or water. That can easily turn lethal, especially since he’s not a young man. You’ve put him in a situation where he could die if your demands are not met. Now the main charge is attempted murder. There’ll be no lesser sentence for cooperation. You’ll be in a higher security prison with more violent tending inmates. And you can kiss any prospects when you get out goodbye.”

“And if Mansfield actually dies? Premeditated murder. You’ll never see the outside of a cell again. I’m not too familiar with the laws of this state, so I don’t know if it’s to the end of your natural life, or if the state shortens it for you. But I don’t think it’ll come to that. At the end of the day, you’ll do what’s in your own best interest. And right now, that’s telling us where Mansfield is.”

Bertrum held Arthur’s cool gaze for a second. “He’s in a storage shed on the outskirts of town. Unit 24.”

“Good work,” Arthur almost jumped. He hadn’t noticed the police getting there. 

“Of course, Betrum Reynolds wasn’t the only one engaging in some Corporate Espionage.” Fred declared. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Jorkin?"

“What are you talking about?” The gruff man folding his arms and tried to look intimidating.

“He’s talking about you being a spy for Crawford Loan Agency, and their sister company CLA Limited.” Velma grinned. “When Professor Mansfield was starting out he needed money for his work, money he got from the Crawford Loan Agency. In order to pay them back, he gave them a percentage on his patents. The problem was he’d gotten to a point where he didn’t need the loans anymore, he’d had enough money to fund a college. Jorkin was placed here to look for an opportunity to get him back under their thumb. Initially it was a planned meeting to attempt to get him to take out another loan. After he was kidnapped, though, Jorkin helped the agent from CLA break into Mansfield's office to steal his research. Needless to say, I don’t think the college will be keeping you. And considering the fact that your misogynistic views cost CLA an in with Dr. Gardner, I don’t know how interested they’d be in keeping you either.”

“You worthless bitch.” Jorkin’s meaty palm went straight for Velma’s throat. It never got there though, as Daphne grabbed said arm and Judo-tossed him onto the podium, smashing it under him.

“Don’t you dare touch my friends!” Daphne snarled.  Scooby growled menacingly and he, Fred and Arthur closed ranks around Velma.

“Attempted Aggravated Assault on a Minor!” Arthur called out to the police, who were already in the process of cuffing Jorkin as Reynolds was being escorted to a squad car.

“We’re aware of the laws, son.” said the cop cuffing Jorkin. “Incidentally, using Mansfield location as a bargaining chip would have been False Imprisonment, not attempted murder.”

“Oh I know,” Arthur said easily. “But I was banking on the fact that Reynold’s didn’t.”

Velma snorted and soon the whole gang was laughing. It was the kind of laughter that was a release of nerves, but laughter nonetheless. Though Arthur was a bit confused when Jorkin grumbled about meddling kids and everyone else just laughed harder.

~

“I can’t thank you enough. If you’re ever looking for a higher education, Strenshaw Technical Institute would be happy to have you.” Professor Mansfield was having a recommended stay in the hospital to make sure he was alright, so Dr. Gardner was seeing them off. 

“We’ll keep it in mind.” Fred shook Dr. Gardner’s hand.

“Hey Mister, Hey Mister!” The young boy they’d seen the day they arrived, Tommy, ran up to them. “It works great!”

He held up his dog, Saddie, for them to see. Only instead of a missing hind leg she now had a mechanical one made of plastic. Very familiar pieces of plastic.

 “That’s what you’ve been working on all this time?” Velma asked.

“Well, yeah.” Arthur shrugged. “I could help, why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s not a bad design at all.” Dr Gardner said, examining it. “Who knows, you may be the next Arthur Kingsmen.”

Arthur’s eyes widened as the Gang turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Kingsmen currently has the patent for the most advanced prosthetic arm around, as well as a few animal prosthetics. There’s a few more elitist members of the engineering and robotics community who aren’t very happy at being outdone by a car mechanic, but talent is talent.”

“The arm isn’t perfect, though. There’s still the nervous feedback issue, not to mention waterproofing.” Arthur looked a little sheepish.

“You’re familiar with it?” Dr. Gardner looked surprised.

“Yeah, I know the guy, just didn’t know he was famous.” Arthur admitted. He hadn’t known anyone outside Tempo knew about his arm.

“Well next time you see him, let him know Professor Mansfield would welcome him at SIT too.” 

“See, he’s perfect,” Daphne whispered to Velma.

Velma sighed. “It’s not happening, Daph.”

“Sure it can, you just need to think positively. We have at least another week to-”

“Daph, it’s not going to work because he’s not a pedophile.”

Velma’s response caused Daphne to stop short. “What?”

“Arthur’s 26, remember? Much too old to even be thinking about dating someone our age.” Velma said sadly.

Daphne looked like she’d bitten a lemon. “I completely forgot. And here I was just making things worse by getting your hopes up. I am so sorry Velma.”

Velma just shook her head. “Don’t be, I always knew this was going to happen.”

Daphne raised an eyebrow. “You knew?”

“Well, not the body switching, obviously. But I always figured my first crush would be an older guy. A teacher or professor or something.” She’d always pictured a good looking posh man, maybe in tweed. Arthur was exactly nothing like her imagined first crush. He was down to earth and smart without any academic airs. And yet somehow he was so much better than anything she’d imagined.

“That’s just how is goes, though. Mind you, if you and your crush getting together wouldn’t be a felony, maybe it’s worth actually asking him?” Velma nudged Daphne in the ribs gently.

Daphne turned beet red as Fred called out to them, “Coming girls? We need to check out so we can get back to the road.” They probably could have stayed and finished up the last day of the festival, but after seeing how lost Scooby looked without Shaggy, none of them had wanted to waste any more time. 

Thankfully they were all mostly packed and most of it was transferring the luggage to the Mystery Machine. Fred and Daphne had gone to settle the bill while Arthur and Scooby went to get some snacks for the road. Velma did the last sweep of their shared rooms, making sure nothing was left behind.

Satisfied there was nothing left but her laptop, she flipped it open to wait for the others to get back. She had been looking up the Mystery Skulls themselves and seeing what kind of cases they had solved. There were several kidnappings and returning stolen items. She scrolled through them until one headline caught her eye. She had to read it a few times just to make sure she’d read it correctly

‘Lewis Pepper, Local Private Investigator, Dead After Accident During Cave Investigation’

She read the article and cross referenced it with an obituary from The Tempo Times. It seemed legit. 

“But if Lewis Pepper is dead, who have we been talking to on the phone?” She narrowed her eyes. “Arthur, what are you and your friends hiding?”

~~~~

Zalgo text: Foolish Human You do not control the machines we control you

This case probably could have been done better, but at this point I’m just glad to be done with it.

Notes: Signal jammers are normally illegal, they slid by on this because it wasn’t effecting normal service, just the particular signal affecting the robot

#Scooby Doo #MSA #Mirror's Gaze #Ghost Writing #It's back! #Fred Jones #Daphne Blake #Velma Dinkley #Scooby #Arthur Kingsmen #arthur as shaggy #Lets try for a quicker update next time

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Which celebrity or band has the worst fan base? My sister is into K-pop and I hear insights from her all the time, but her one constant is that BTS breeds the most annoying, toxic fans. I’d have to agree. Ariana Grande’s fandom was also annoying at one point, but I haven’t heard much from them making a mess these days.

What are you interested in that most people aren’t? Autobiographies.

If you were given a PhD degree, but had no more knowledge of the subject of the degree besides what you have now, what degree would you want to be given to you? Why would I deserve a PhD on something I’m clearly not qualified for...I’m not sure I’m following this question right, but I don’t feel like thinking too hard about it.

What smartphone feature would you actually be excited for a company to implement? I’m happy with the features that are widespread now, but I wish companies adhere more to countries other than the common ones like US, UK, Australia, etc. I always see ads about phones being able to tell you how much movie tickets cost or track boarding passes, but those are all irrelevant here. It makes a lot of Apple’s basic apps useless on this side of the world haha.

What’s something people don’t worry about but really should? Long-term effects of poor habits like not getting enough sleep or drinking too many cups of coffee. I know because I’m guilty of this.

What movie quotes do you use on a regular basis? “I won’t think about that now, I’ll think about it tomorrow,” but I usually say it to myself, especially when I feel stressed.

Do you think that children born today will have better or worse lives than their parents? Better, but idk if that’s just me being biased because my generation will be the next parents lol. I just think that a lot of Gen X parents still have a lot of dated prejudices and mindsets that my generation was able to learn better from. For example my mom doesn’t like using people’s preferred names, especially if they’ve transitioned -_____- and I know I’d never want to set such an example for my kids.

What’s the funniest joke you know by heart? I know I’ve come across hilarious ones but I always fail to come up with one when asked on the spot.

When was the last time you felt you had a new lease on life? LOL RIGHT NOW

What’s the funniest actual name you’ve heard of someone having? It’s more stupid than funny and I know I’ve already mentioned this before, but Covid Bryant as a first and second name still takes the cake for me. My sister went to school with a girl whose name is just her surname backwards, and for a time I was really weirded out by it. But in the times I’ve seen her she really owns her name and never looks bothered by it, so I quickly stopped caring.

Which charity or charitable cause is most deserving of money? For me it would have to be organizations for animal welfare.

What TV show character would it be the most fun to change places with for a week? Post-El Camino Jesse Pinkman. I wouldn’t want to live through his chaotic shit  from Breaking Bad, but his fate after El Camino is something I’m super envious of.

What was cool when you were young but isn’t cool now? Flip phones, Blackberry phones, Roshes, Frappuccinos.

If you were moving to another country, but could only pack one carry-on sized bag, what would you pack? Phone, laptop, their chargers, important IDs, some of my favorite tops and jeans, underwear, essential toiletries, wallet, a family photo, a journal and pen, earphones, certain knickknacks to remember Gab and my dogs by. Minus the clothes, all of these are pretty tiny so I think these would all fit in the bag just fine.

What’s the most ironic thing you’ve seen happen? I don’t know. I’m not really a fan of rating the most/worst this and that stuff in my life, either. I feel like I unnecessarily rack my brain too hard for them when I take surveys to have a chill time.

If magic was real, what spell would you try to learn first? Probably something that’d keep my dogs from dying.

If you were a ghost and could possess people, what would you make them do? No thanks. I’d be the chillest ghost tbh, I’d like to just sneak up on people’s business and hang out but never interfere in them.

What goal do you think humanity is not focused enough on achieving? Climate change, global warming, alleviation of poverty. Corporations and the few people who actually have the power and money to change things only ever come up with short-term shit like donations and never look at the big picture. What problem are you currently grappling with? So many personal ones. But just like the recurring theme of my surveys so far, “I don’t want to get into it.”

What character in a movie could have been great, but the actor they cast didn’t fit the role? As much as I love Kristen Stewart, I heard she was cast as Princess Diana for an upcoming film and I’m not really feeling that decision. They could’ve gone with a British actress for starters?????? The movie is still in production but it is pretty annoying to think about lmao.

What game have you spent the most hours playing? Probably GTA: San Andreas as a kid.

What’s the most comfortable bed or chair you’ve ever been in? Luxury hotel beds are always so fluffy and comfortable.

What’s the craziest conversation you’ve overheard? Omg one time at a coffee shop Gabie and I sat beside this older couple that obviously was going through some heavy SHIT. There was a lot of animosity and tension between them and I caught the lady silently break into tears a few times. I never overheard anything but then again they sat in silence for hours until the lady finally walked out on him. Never knew what it was about but I’ve always guessed that the man did something crappy, like cheat, and was discovered. It was a really sad sight and a crazy situation to witness and I think I felt even more sorry because they were obviously in their 50s or 60s. I hope the woman is in a better place now as she looked rough as fuck that evening.

What’s the hardest you’ve ever worked? I wore a lot of hats when I was in my college org, and that was on top of balancing my acads as well.

What movie, picture, or video always makes you laugh no matter how often you watch it? That scene from Friends where Ross plays the keyboard for Chandler, Phoebe, Monica, and Rachel.

What artist or band do you always recommend when someone asks for a music recommendation? It depends on what music they’re into and if I have actually have a recommendation in mind for them. I obviously can’t suggest Paramore to someone who mainly listens to metal.

If you could have an all-expenses paid trip to see any famous world monument, which monument would you choose? I’m down for any monuments that are super ancient like Stonehenge or the Pyramids of Giza.

If animals could talk, which animal would be the most annoying? I’d go with frogs, but only because they get annoyingly loud in the evening.

What’s the most addicted to a game you’ve ever been? Playing The Sims, Mario Kart, Rock Band, or games in the Burnout franchise.

What’s the coldest you’ve ever been? Japan was so fucking cold when I was there. Didn’t do my research and ended up being dressed poorly, and I was so cold I could barely talk to my parents or fully enjoy my time. Sagada was also nearly unbearable in the early morning.

Which protagonist from a book or movie would make the worst roommate? Not from a book or movie, but BoJack Horseman. Diane can also be in the running as I always found her too whiny. I get that she had her personal shit to deal with, but I don’t think living with her would be good for my own sanity and mental health.

Do you eat food that’s past its expiration date if it still smells and looks fine? It annoys my chef dad to death that I don’t lol. No matter how great it looks, I’d bounce. I once ate expired Kit Kats that tasted like cardboard and that scared me off of expired food forever.

What’s the most ridiculous thing you have bought? I once bought a stupid novelty soap that to this day I’ve never even opened. It’s in one of my drawers, and I plan to just throw it out at some point.

What’s the funniest comedy skit you’ve seen? Not a fan of these but one that got to me is Dear Sister from SNL.

What’s the most depressing meal you’ve eaten? A few years ago there was a local breakfast place that offered red velvet pancakes for a limited time and I was all over that crap, so I went and ordered. The actual pancakes ended up not being any bigger than my palm, and I remember not being able to hide my disappointment once the server placed the dish on my table haha. I felt so scammed. I had to order something else to feel full, because those pancakes were stupidly small.

What tips or tricks have you picked up from your job/jobs? One of my superiors, when she was presenting a pitch to our director yesterday, kept asking questions and picking at the director’s brain so that she can get suggestions and answers straight from the director herself and so that she didn’t have to do any brainstorming anymore. I thought that was a pretty nifty and clever hack.

What outdoor activity haven’t you tried, but would like to? Hiking a mountain!

What songs hit you with a wave of nostalgia every time you hear them? Umbrella by Rihanna feat. Jay-Z.

What’s the worst backhanded compliment you could give someone? Idk, anything can be the worst depending on the context. I’m not a fan of giving those, though.

What’s the most interesting documentary you’ve ever watched? Unsolved Mysteries’ Dupont de Ligonnès episode was a lot of fun to watch.

What was the last song you sang along to? I think it was Thinking of You by Katy Perry? but I’m not entirely sure. I haven’t sung along to anything in a while.

What app can you not believe someone hasn’t made yet? I don’t really download and use a lot of apps other than the basic ones, so I don’t care too much.

When was the last time you face palmed? Last night.

If you were given five million dollars to open a small museum, what kind of museum would you create? I’d give it away to the Martial Law museum currently being made near my university so that it can do more to show the atrocities of the Marcoses. And so that I can piss off my pro-Marcos relatives.

Which of your vices or bad habits would be the hardest to give up? Uh hating myself, if that counts.

What really needs to be modernized? Public transportation systems in this country.

#survey #surveys

[hobiorbit]

hopping into love V (m.)

pairing: (mainly) park jimin x hybrid!reader, hybrid!jeon jungkook x hybrid!reader. will probably contain future pairings warnings: male masturbation, blowjobs (m/f giving), panty kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, threesome (m/m/f), cunnilingus, reader is biologically female summary: In which Jimin has no idea what he’s getting himself into when he adopts you, and he finds both him and Jungkook sexually and romantically infatuated with you. A/N: this has been up on my ao3 for a day or two! i’m posting it just now because i had some technological difficulties ):

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The morning after your activities with Jimin, you slept in. Jimin didn’t have to go into work until the afternoon, and Jungkook was tired, so he decided to get on with breakfast and let you enjoy your breakfast.

“Morning, hyung.” Jungkook said groggily as he stepped into the kitchen, slightly off balance. Jimin laughed at the bunny’s appearance. His hair was sticking out in multiple different places, his eyes were a bit puffy, and his sweatpants had lowered on his hips from him tossing and turning throughout the night. He’d never been a peaceful sleeper.

“Good morning, Kookie.” Jimin smiled, turning off the burner and sliding the omelette he’d made onto a plate. He set it at Jungkook’s usual spot at their table before starting to make his own, humming as the egg started sizzling in the hot pan. Jungkook mumbled out a quick thanks before starting to eat his food. He hadn’t eaten in hours, due to the medication he’d gotten the day prior.

“What’d you do last night?” Jungkook asked after he’d gotten a couple bites down, feeling his head begin to clear sufficiently. Jimin’s lips creased into a tight line, not exactly sure how he was to break the news to Jungkook.

Of course, early on in the relationship everyone had agreed on the premise that people could do things in pairs due to some circumstances. Jimin knew what he did wasn’t wrong, but he also was a bit embarrassed and knew Jungkook could become possessive and even jealous.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked again when Jimin answered. Thankfully, Jimin’s food was done so he plated it up and sat next to Jimin.

“Y/N and I had some… fun.” Jimin said finally, immediately shoving some omelette into his mouth after he was done talking. Jungkook was silent for a moment before he spoke again. “So you fucked her?” Jungkook said boldly, almost making his owner choke.

“No! I didn’t. I guess Hoseok asked if she’d given us head before and she was confused. She ended up asking me about it and well… You know.” Jimin confessed, shrugging his shoulders and avoiding the younger’s gaze. It was odd how steely his hybrid could be sometimes. He knew Jungkook wasn’t mad, and that was what unsettled him.

“Did you return the favor?” Jungkook asked once more, finishing off his food quickly so he could prioritize his conversation. Jungkook thought about Jimin’s cock stuffed in your mouth, and while the thought was slightly irritating, he couldn’t doubt the arousal that trickled down his spine. However, thinking about Jimin’s tongue licking your pussy made Jungkook filled with jealousy- how could Jimin take all the fun things away from him.

Luckily, Jimin shook his head at Jungkook’s question.

“I didn’t. I feel like I should’ve, but I didn’t.” Jimin answered honestly, and Jungkook let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god. Hyung, that’s my job now.” Jungkook said nonchalantly, leaving Jimin to just nod in response, not bothering to speak more on the matter. When Jungkook set his sights on something, it became something he would achieve.

And, well, fair is fair.

Jungkook’s ears twitched before he turned to the hallway. Shortly after Jimin could hear your bedroom door opening, and both boys felt smiles stretching across their faces at the prospect of seeing you for for the first time that day.

“Good morning, Bunny.” Jungkook said when you appeared around the corner, rubbing your eye and yawning. Jimin cooed at your appearance, hair just about as messy as Jungkook’s was. You smiled at the hybrid and your owner, quickly stepping over to the table.

“Kookie, I missed you.” You whispered to him, stuffing your face into his neck. Jungkook gave you a tight squeeze, bringing a hand to smooth down your ears against your skull.

“Missed you too, baby. I’m all better now. Why don’t you say good morning to Jiminie?” Jungkook asked you, patting your thigh. You nodded, turning to face your owner and giving him a bright smile.

“Morning, Jiminie.” You told him, wrapping your arms around him as well and resting your cheek against his chest as he looked down at you fondly. He leaned to press his plush lips on your cheek before answering you. “Morning, sweetheart. You want an omelette?” Jimin asked. You eyed his plate, seeing he hadn’t finished yet.

“I’m gonna make some cereal. You can finish your breakfast, Minie.” You said, turning on your heel and opening the cabinet to prepare your breakfast. Jimin smiled but didn’t say anything, opting to continue to eat his food as you made your own.

“What’re we doing today?” You asked as you sat down at the table, spooning the cereal into your mouth. Jimin pouted as he realized he’d have to be going to work.

“Well, I have to work today. I can leave some money for you and Kookie to order some food if you’d like, but other than that not much. I wish I could take you guys to do something fun.” Jimin told you. You shook your head and put your hand over his.

“It’s okay. I’ll have fun with Kookie.” You told him to reassure him. Jimin nodded and finished the rest of his omelette, grabbing his and Jungkook’s empty plates before going to wash them. You sat at the table with Jungkook for a bit, playing with his fingers with your free hand.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Have a good day if I don’t see you before I get out, Jiminie.” Jungkook told your owner. Jimin nodded and sent him a smile, returning to the dishes as you finished your cereal. When you were done you helped Jimin with the household chores.

“You’re hair’s a mess, honey.” Jimin giggled as he patted his hand on top of your head. You pouted in embarrassment.

“Go sit on the couch. I’ll brush it out before I leave.” Jimin offered, and you practically bounded over to the sofa. You loved when Jimin played with your hair, it was one of your favorite past times. Jimin knew it too, and often used it to bribe you.

He returned shortly with your pink bedazzled hair brush in hand, settling on the couch behind you and getting to work. Jimin touched your hair gently, being careful to avoid your ears. You sighed in pleasure as he began working through the knots of your hair, thoroughly enjoying the attention.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Jimin asked you sweetly, and you only hummed in response. It was saddening how fast he managed to brush all of the knots out of your hair, leaving you void of attention and silky haired.

Jimin smiled at your pitiful face. “I have to go to work, sweets. You know I’d spend the whole day playing with your hair if I could.” Jimin told you. You ran up to give him a goodbye hug, nuzzling your face into his neck in your best attempt at scenting, even though you knew he wouldn’t be around any other hybrids that day.

“Bye, Jiminie.” you told him. He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. “Bye, Y/N. Take care of Kookie for me.” Jimin said, and you nodded before he closed the door, leaving you alone until Jungkook was done getting ready. Out of everyone in the house, he was the one who took the longest to get ready.

So, the most logical thing you could think to do was flop down on the other hybrid’s bed, basking in his scent until he finally came out of the bedroom. You stayed there for maybe ten minutes before you heard the bathroom door open. The other hybrid came shuffling down the hallway, and you saw him clad only in gym shorts with a towel around his neck. Water droplets fell from his hair onto his chest and towel, making him look entirely enticing.

“Hi, Kookie.” You said from your spot on his bed, peering up at him. He smiled, showing you his two front teeth and scrunching his nose up. “Hey, bunny. Did you have fun with Jiminie last night?” Jungkook asked you, catching you completely off guard.

Your mouth fell open in surprise as your eyes grew wide, and you could feel your body temperature rising along with your embarrassment. “He told you?” You asked him, not really knowing what else to say, Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow at you to let you know your question was stupid.

“We all tell each other everything, Y/N. Why, are you embarrassed?” Jungkook asked, tickling the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to thrash on the bed in laughter.

“Ah, Kookie, stop!” You giggled, catching your breath when he stopped his assault on you. You pouted at him, giving him a halfhearted glare. He hardly seemed affected.

“It’s wrong to keep someone waiting, Y/N. I asked if you had fun.” Jungkook asked you once more, his eyes darkening. You knew it would only get you in more trouble if you stalled or disobeyed, so you nodded stiffy. “I liked it…”

Jungkook smiled and tilted his head. “It’s that easy, isn’t it? I asked Jiminie if he returned the favor and he said no… I thought that was so rude of him. Why don’t I show you how it feels, hm? You want that, bunny?” jungkook asked you, looming over your body and clouding you in his scent. You sighed in pre emptive pleasure.

“Yes, Kookie… I wanna feel, too.” You told him, pouting your lips so he’d give you a kiss. He did, swiftly leaning down to cover your mouth with his own, immediately getting passionate with you. Jungkook lavished you in attention, kissing your lips before moving onto your neck, licking at your scent gland. Your hands grabbed his hair, still staying mindful of his ears even despite being so overcome with lust.

You could feel slick running down your thighs, knowing immediately that not only your underwear was soaked, but most likely your shorts as well. If the way Jungkook was frantically sniffing the air was anything to go by, you guessed you were right.

He dug his hands into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling both of them off your legs swiftly before laying down in between your legs. He groaned out loud, sucking dark patches into the skin of your thighs that were bound to stay there for at least a couple of days.

“You smell so good, bunny. You’re soaked. Can you feel that? You even got your cute little tail wet, and we’ve barely done anything.” Jungkook teased you. You arched your back at his words, entirely too far gone to feel any embarrassment for what he was saying.

“Kookie,” You keened. Jungkook didn’t bother teasing you, knowing exactly what you needed- and he was perfectly intent on giving it to you. He started by tapping his pointer finger on your clit, enjoying the way your hips bobbed up and down at the hint of stimulation.

“So fucking cute.” Jungkook moaned, mostly to himself. He licked a stripe up your cunt, causing you to gasp out loud at the foreign sensation. He smirked at you from your mound. “You like that, baby?” Jungkook asked you, and you nodded fervently with a hand over your mouth. Usually Jungkook would scold you, but he had a feeling the barrier you put up would hardly make a difference in the noises he was determined to make you make.

Jungkook removed his finger from your clit in favor for dipping into your hole, gathering up some of the juices you’d produced and slathering them over your pussy. It was messy, and god it was hot.

The hybrid then lowered his mouth onto you, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue, using his hand to hold your hips down. He could feel you jerking against him, hear you crying out for more. He groaned onto your cunt, and the vibrations had you seeing stars.

You spread your legs as wide as you physically could, offering up as much as your pussy to him, wanting the most pleasure he could give you. He grabbed your free hand and put it atop of his head, where it immediately anchored in on his dark locks as you grinded your cunt into his face as much as you could.

“Mh, Kookie, Oh my-,” You whimpered out, hardly coherent enough to make an entire sentence. Your entire mind was on Jungkook and what he was doing to you.

“That’s it. Say my name, bunny.” Jungkook growled against your pussy, immediately putting his mouth back on you. He snuck a hand up under his body and teased his finger against your tight hole, sticking it in and immediately pumping against your special spot. Your back arched against him, hands almost painfully tight in his hair. It only spurred Jungkook on further, and he wanted nothing more than for you to come from his mouth.

He stuck another finger in alone with the first one, giving hard, precise thrusts inside your hot, tight cavern.

“Kookie, I’m gonna-” You whined out, tears of pleasure escaping your eyes and running down your face, making you look entirely angelic to the man before you. He took his mouth away only to speak to you for a second before diving back in.

“Cream on my face, baby.” He told you, giving harsh sucks and licks to your clit. It took you no time to obey his command, back arching painfully as you gave into the pleasure he’d been giving you. It was so intense you swore you couldn’t hear anything for a couple seconds, not even your own screams. Jungkook continued his assault on your pussy until he was shaking, pulling away his fingers and mouth before crawling up the bed to lay next to you.

“How was it, baby?” Jungkook asked you, face glistening with your arousal. You were still breathing deeply, trying to recover. “Really good.” You assured him, rolling over and burying your face into his neck.

“I’ll let you calm down for a bit, but the minute you’re feeling okay again you’re gonna hop on my cock like a good bunny should.” Jungkook whispered into your ear, igniting the fire in your belly that had only just gone away.

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #hybrid bts #bts hybrid au #jimin x reader #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook

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Day 12 – On the twelfth day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: four times sam and dean were almost caught and one time they were

Warnings: Bottom!Dean, Top!Sam, tbh everyone knows exactly what they are doing not gonna lie, a little dash of angst, but a Happy Ending, also pls ignore that I’m terrible at remembering the years so just go with it

i.  1998

They had just started this thing between the two of them. Dean had taken a long time to come around and accept his feelings, but Sam was anything but determined, not giving up on this thing they could have. Sam had long given up on feeling guilty about his feelings, and couldn’t care less about the fact they were brothers. He did believe in God, but he couldn’t believe that what they were up to was actually a sin that would damn them to Hell.

Dean, on the other hand, didn’t believe in God, Heaven or Hell, but he couldn’t help but feel responsible for corrupting his brother in some way. He had raised Sam, after all, and he felt like he had, somehow, done something that made Sam fall for him.

Now, a few months in, Dean was a little less anxious about their situation. He had set some rules, such as not being out in public – after all, not only were they brothers, they were both men and Sam was only fifteen.

But in their locked room? Then, they would give themselves in to the pleasure and love they had for each other.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, a bit chilly from the beginning of Fall, and they had spent the day in bed. They had woken up, eaten something and then gotten back to bed, kissing and messing around slowly, tenderly. With John gone in hunts, they were free to actually take advantage of their time and they would fuck thoroughly. Today was no different.

They had a break for lunch – both had had two orgasms already – and then they went back to bed, kissing and touching each other once more.

Sam was slowly fucking into Dean, his brother making soft gasps, eyes tightly shut, when they heard someone trying to open the door. They froze for a brief second before Sam pulled out and they started putting their clothes on. Dean locked himself in the bathroom before the door was open and John walked in.

He paused by the door, frowning, and looked at Sam, who was sitting on the bed, a book in his hands while the TV was on – sound off.

“Hey, dad.” Sam said, as naturally as he could. “Welcome back. How was the hunt?” John looked around before closing the door behind him and fully entering the room.

“Successful. It was indeed a nest of vampires, they’re all dead now.” Sam nodded, returning his attention to his book. “Where’s Dean?”

“In the shower.” Sam said, and as if on cue, the shower started. John nodded and mumbled something about grabbing something to eat. Sam was still tense on the bed, but he didn’t dare move, his cock still painfully hard – but Dean had to take care of his cum-filled ass before Sam could take his own shower and jerk off.

  ii. 2000

Sam had already decided to go to College, but he didn’t know how to tell Dean that. They were still together, and although they had had their share of fights, they were happier than ever. However, John and Sam would butt heads whenever they were in the same space, which was why John spent more and more time hunting, something not returning in months, but at least he kept in touch with Dean, so they knew he was okay.

Leaving Dean had been the hardest choice he had made, but he wanted to bring Dean with him. He knew Dean wouldn’t want to go to College as well, but they could try to settle down, and Sam would become a lawyer and maybe change their names so no one would know they were actually brothers, and, thus, they’d be able to live together as a couple.

But whenever he saw Dean smile at him when they were together, or whenever Dean closed his eyes tightly as he came, or even when Dean pouted at some of Sam’s antics, Sam knew it would break both their hearts to tell the truth. Maybe it would be better to just tell him if I get accepted somewhere, Sam would think to himself, but inside he was hurting.

That was one of the reasons why Sam always made sure to thoroughly fuck his brother, mark every inch of his body, bite and kiss and suck, leaving Dean a wrecked mess by the end of it.

And that day wasn’t too different. Sam was in his winter break, heavy snow falling outside, making everything dark, and they were alone in the privacy of their motel room.

Dean was moaning loudly and Sam pounded into him rapidly, hands holding Dean’s hips in place, leaving finger marks on his skin. It was too good, and Sam knew it wouldn’t take long for both of them to come.

However, he heard some sound coming from outside the door. He stopped what he was doing and instantly Dean started paying attention as well. Once they realised there was someone outside their room, possibly ready to enter, Sam and Dean put on some clothes as quickly as possible and then grabbed their pistols, ready to shoot.

Once the door was opened, they lowered their hands. Sam groaning loudly at the sight of his father.

John’s face was unreadable, but he seemed annoyed. Without saying a word, Sam went to the bathroom, while Dean sighed, already sensing a fight.

“I thought I’d be welcome for Christmas.” John said mockingly, tilting his head in Sam’s direction. Dean felt his heart hurt – he always missed his father, and John had spent many Christmases somewhere else, but apparently, he had tried to come for this one.

“Christmas was yesterday.” Dean said softly, but he smiled at John anyway. “But it’s always good to have you here.” John ignored him and Dean deflated at that. Some things never changed.

  iii. 2006

Dean was still upset about his father’s death, but Sam understood. They were at Bobby’s for a while – Dean trying to fix his car and Sam, although he wouldn’t admit it, trying to fix Dean.

Dean had been broken for longer than Sam can remember, but now, it seemed he had reached a point of no return.

With Sam going to College, then Jessica dying the same way as their mother, then dad dying because of him, Dean was a wreck. He tried to pretend he was okay, fixing his car and telling stupid jokes, laughing loudly when he watched something funny at the TV. Sam could see right through him, though.

Once, when Dean was bent over the hood of his Baby, mumbling to himself – Sam heard some “son of a bitch” and “shit” repeatedly – Sam went to talk to him. However, his brother in that position, his t-shirt ridding up and his underwear visible under his pants, his musk feeling the hot air, Sam couldn’t help but to drape himself over Dean, kissing his neck in the process.

Dean would have hit his head on the hood if Sam hadn’t been on top of him, but he let go of the tool he had been tinkering with, turning his head to look at Sam. It was telling that Dean hadn’t noticed him approaching, which further showed Sam that he was right in being worried.

“What the fuck, Sam!” Dean half-whispered, half-yelled, clearly not wishing to draw any attention to them. Bobby was inside, but they never knew when the man could come out.

“You look nice.” Sam said. They had had sex a couple of times after they hit the road together again – once after they fought the Wendigo and once after they left Cassie, Sam being unable to hold his jealousy back.

However, after each time, they hadn’t talked about it. It was a little awkward, and Sam yearned for his brother, but Jess had recently died, and he was still mourning. But then again, Dean had almost died twice already, so Sam made up his mind – he wanted to go back to what they used to be. It was the two of them against the world now, and Sam wanted everything.

“Sam.” Dean’s voice was stern, and he tried pushing Sam away, but he wouldn’t bulge. Instead, Sam started mouthing at Dean’s neck, where he knew Dean liked the most. Dean gasped and Sam could feel his brother’s legs going heavy. “Sam, we’re outside.” Dean mumbled, but this time he didn’t try to push Sam away.

Sam only hummed in acknowledgment, his hands going under Dean’s shirt, feeling his brother’s abs, mouth still busy with his neck. Dean sighed, and Sam knew he had won this round. Sam’s hand was going down, ready to open Dean’s pants when there was a crash coming from somewhere inside.

They quickly let go of each other, eyes wide, and then they ran inside, worried that something might have happened to Bobby. The man, however, was cursing at a bottle of beer that had fallen when he opened the fridge. Sam and Dean sighed in relief and went to help Bobby pick up the pieces and clean the kitchen floor.

  iv. 2009

There was an actual convention for Chuck’s books and Dean couldn’t believe it. It was crazy that so many people enjoyed the books about their lives – because honestly? It sucked.

But he guessed he could understand the appeal.

Sam and Dean were heroes in these people’s eyes, so of course it was appealing.

But seeing people dressing as them and pretending to be them was annoying as shit, mainly with an actual case to solve.

Not to mention that it was difficult as it was to find a place for them to talk – and do other, unbrotherly things – but with so many people going around, it was almost impossible.

Every time they started to make out – well, every time Dean squeezed Sam’s ass or pressed his ass against Sam’s dick, which then resulted in a heavy make out session – people tried to enter the rooms.

Locking themselves in the bathroom was a good idea, at least. They could always pretend they were throwing up or something, and they wouldn’t need to leave the bathroom so soon.

Sam was trying to convince Dean to just let it go, to do it later when they were by themselves, but Dean would have none of it.

Once in the bathroom, he fell to his knees and sucked Sam like his life depended on it, his brother holding his head tenderly – Sam always afraid of pulling Dean or hurting him. It was amazing and Dean needed that, even if Sam was the only one to come.

When Dean was satisfied – having swallowed most of Sam’s come and received a thankful, hungry kiss in return – they left the bathroom.

Chuck was with his hand raised, ready to knock, and Sam and Dean blushed at the sight of him, completely forgetting that Chuck could see everything.

“Oh! I was looking for you guys.” Chuck said, pointing over his shoulder. “I need your help back there.” The man didn’t seem flustered – or even weirded out that Sam and Dean had been in a bathroom together – or awkward, so Dean decided that maybe Chuck didn’t know every single second of their lives.

At least, he hoped so.

  v. 2011

Sam had gotten his soul back. It was still a fragile situation and Dean didn’t want to overwhelm Sam, but sex between them was always better with their love and affection. Not that sex with a soulless Sam hadn’t been good – it had been awesome, one of the best sex of his life – but it was so obvious that Sam’s heart wasn’t in it, that Dean was just another piece of ass that, more often than not, it annoyed Dean.

So now that he had his brother back, they could actually make love – and yeah, Dean had to admit that sex was good, but making love was even better. Dean had missed this, had missed being touched as if Sam was worshipping his whole body, had missed being kissed with such intensity, had missed being told he was loved as he was thoroughly fucked.

It was a day not much after Sam’s soul was back and Dean was riding Sam slowly, moving his hips, his hole fluttering around him. Their eyes were locked on each other’s, unable to look away. Dean couldn’t help but feel happy in that moment, and he could tell Sam was just as blissful.

Dean had just started picking up the pace when there was a hoarse “Hello” coming from behind them. Dean almost fell from the bed, but Sam was mindful to holding him in place.

“What the fuck, Cas!” Dean basically yelled, pulling a sheet to cover them, but Castiel looked unfazed.

“I seem to have arrived at an inappropriate time.” Castiel said, still looking at them and there was a moment of silence before Dean spoke again.

“Cas! Leave!”

“We’ll call you when we’re finished.” Sam promised and Cas nodded, disappearing from sight. Dean groaned and lied on top of Sam, hiding his face on Sam’s neck, who, in turn, chuckled. “After so many years, who’d’ve guessed Cas would be the one to catch us.” Dean groaned again and Sam laughed.

He flipped them, so he was on top and restarted their fucking. Dean pouted at him for a moment, but instants later he was already moaning.

“His timing has always been awful. It was only time it happened.” Dean managed to say between thrusts, moaning every once and again at a particularly nice thrust. Sam chuckled again and continued fucking Dean into the mattress, picking up pace. Dean moaned louder, unable to look away from his brother, Cas appearance already forgotten now that he could only think of his pleasure.

One of Sam’s hand made its way to Dean’s cock and he started pumping it as fast as he could, knowing fully well that Dean was almost coming. Changing his hips positions minimally, Sam knew he started hitting right into Dean’s prostrate because his brother’s moans disappeared and he came instants later.

Sam, after a few more pumps, let go of Dean’s cock and focused on fucking Dean, his orgasm quickly approaching. When he came, Dean pulled him down and crashed their mouths in a passionate kiss.

They kissed for a long time, until they were both soft and Sam slipped out of Dean. They continued caressing and kissing each other though, and this time, both of them almost fell to the floor when Castiel appeared again.

“Hello.”

“What the fuck, Cas!” Dean said, pulling the sheets once more, face growing red.

“We said we’d call you.” Sam said, pulling the sheets on him as well, but not really all that bothered that Castiel caught them.

“You were taking too long.” Castiel said simply, frowning, and Dean groaned again. How had his life turned to this?

(Although, if he was honest, it was good to know that an actual Angel gave his blessing.)

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Wincestmas ANON!!!!! HIIIIII!!!! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME AND YOU UNDERSTAND ME AND I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THAT, YOU WERE W O R R I E D ABOUT ME AND THAT HONESTLY MADE ME CRY, HALF OF YOUR GIFTS MADE ME CRY AND MADE MY DAY.

AND I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, I LOVE STORIES WHERE THE PEOPLE HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP FROM EVERYBODY ELSE! AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE CASTIEL PART, ITS LIKE YOU KNOW ME SO WELL, I LOVE STORIES WHERE TFW IS MORE LIKE A FAMILY, REGARDLESS OF A RELATIONSHIP IN THE SMALL FAMILY THEY HAVE. THANK YOU!!!!!

#tfw #fav #wincest #wincestmas!anon❄ #bottom!dean #top!sam #spn #shut up.sirin! #submission

[lovemesomesurveys]

When was the last time you changed your opinion on somebody? Hmm. It’s been awhile.

When did you last change your opinion on a situation? Recently. My mom just got back from her 3-day vacay with her sister and I was worried about her going because of covid and really didn’t want her to go, but I know this trip was very much needed for her. She most definitely deserves time for herself, she’s always doing SO much for everyone else, but has has very little time for herself to just relax and do what she wants. I want that for her, I just wish she wouldn’t have gone right now, ya know? I believe I was justified in my concern, but I know she was extra cautious and did all the necessary things (wore her mask everywhere, constantly washed her hands, wiped down and sprayed everything, practiced social distancing). I’m glad she had good time, that does make me happy. 

Why did you last visit the doctor? I have to visit my pain doctor once a month in order to get my prescription refills.

What was the last thing that made you feel proud and why? I don’t know. :/

Do you like salt? I like salty foods and add a pinch of salt or seasoned salt to some things like eggs, but I don’t crazy with it. There definitely is such a thing as too salty. A little really goes a long way.

Do you think Kurt Cobain was assasinated? No.

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? I’ve honestly had that happen numerous times. People have told me they just feel comfortable to talking to me. It can be uncomfortable because I don’t always know what to say in return, especially since I don’t really know them, but I think a lot of the time they just want someone to lend an ear.

Have you ever regretted what you said in drunken conversation once sober? Yes. It was just embarrassing. 

Is there anything coming up which you're dreading? I’m dreading my outing to the doctor on Friday. It’s the only time I leave the house now, so I get really anxious about it. 

Anything you're looking forward to? We’re quickly approaching September, so hopefully that means it’ll start to cool down here soon.

Does it annoy you when people wish away their lives? I know people with so much potential, like they’re so smart and had a real chance at doing something big, but they throw it away. For example, I have a cousin who most definitely could have been a pro soccer player, but she threw it away for drugs. It’s really sad and frustrating. I see someone like me, wasting away, but I didn’t have anything going for me. I’m just very average. The people I’m talking about could have really done something great with their lives.

Do you ever do tediuos tasks just to keep your mind occupied? Yes.

Have you ever lived with somebody with truly repulsive habbits? No.

Do you tend to say things because they're appropraite not because you mean them?  I wouldn’t say tend to because that sounds like I do it all the time, but in some situations, sure.

What was the last thing to perplex you? Hmm.

What was the last thing to fascinate you? It just trips me out how we’re almost in September like wtf. This has been the longest year, but yet we’re almost down to the last 4 months somehow???

What was the last thing to annoy you? Blehhhh.

When did you last work your socks off fruitlessly? I just remove my socks with my hands it doesn’t take much work.

When did your hard work last pay off? What hard work?

Did you hate it when people patronised you when you were a child? I hate when it happens now as an adult.

What is a word you hate? The C word and the P word.

Do you have a favourite childrens book? Various Little Golden Books, The Berenstain Bears, Little Critter, and Amelia Badelia when I was little and then as I got older I was super into books like Goosebumps, Nancy Drew, The Babysitter’s Club, Ramona and Beezus, and various others.

If yes, what is it? ^^^^

When did you last feel a need to be alone? I need some alone time everyday.

When did you last "need" to be around people? I spend time with my family everyday as well.

Have you ever been in a job where you didn't fit in with your co-workers? I’ve never had a job.

What do you do to "expand" you mind? Read or read up on/watch videos about something new.

When did you last REALLY want to go out but couldn't for whatever reason? I’d love a nice beach trip, but I just don’t feel safe or comfortable doing so right now.

Do you need a wee right now? No.

Is there a certain noise/sound which scares you? Anything sudden will make me jump. I am twitchy. <<<

When did you last eat sweeties? What are sweeties? Unless you’re just referring to sweets in general, in which case my go-to lately has been a spoonful of frost lmao.

Do you have a favourite micro-organism? No.

What was the last thing to upset you? My cousin wasn’t feeling well yesterday so she made an appointment to get tested for covid as a precaution today and I’m just worried about her and also the fact she was around my mom a few days ago (she was the one who took my mom and my aunt (her mom) to the airport). My mom got home last night from her trip and now we’re just really praying that my cousin isn’t sick and in turn didn’t affect my mom, who would have then affected me, my brother, and my dad. She wasn’t the one who picked up my mom and aunt yesterday from the airport at least. My cousin has been pretty lax during this pandemic, so I am worried.

What was the last thing to make you happy? Hmm.

Have you ever eaten chocolate for breakfast? “Candy? For breakfast? Not candy, Reese’s Puff Cereal!” anyone remember that commercial? haha.

Do you like balloons? Sure.

Out of the people you know, who's birthday is next? My mom’s is next month.

Does that person have any plans to celebrate their birthday? Not a whole lot we can do, unfortunately. We’ll likely just get her favorite takeout and maybe a rent a movie at home.

Do you enjoy swimming? No.

When will you next go to the beach? (if you know) I don’t know D:

When at the beach do you like to swim in the sea? (weather permitting) Noooo. I like to be near the water, but you won’t ever catch me in it. If you have pet fish do you bother to name them? I don’t have any fish.

Do you like adventure games like Monkey Island and Diskworld? I haven’t played those two specifically, but yeah I loved games like that as a kid.

Did you ever read the Terry Pratchet "Disk World" books? I’ve never read them.

If yes to the question above, what are they like? Have you had to change a nappy lately? Ew, nooo.

Do you find your batteries always run out right when you need them most? Super annoying.

Would you like a holiday about now? Ugh, I wish. 

What's stopping you from going on holiday right now? (if you want to) Covid, mainly.

Do you keep your eggs in the fridge? (Assuming you eat eggs that is) Yes. It’s weird to me to think of storing them anywhere else.

Have you ever owned chickens? No.

Do you like classical music? Some.

When did you last listen to music? A couple days ago.

Have you ever seen "Canibal the Musical"? No.

Are your breasts sore? No. That’s how you’re gonna end the survey?

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #157

hey instead of lyrics, there’s a warning for a religiously offensive answer.

How many kids do you want to have?  Only too many scaly and furry ones. <3 Who’s the last person you smoked weed with?  I've never smoked it. Who is the person you have hurt the most?  Probably Mom. Who is the person that has hurt you the most?  Jason. Who was the last person who cried around you?  Mom when she found out about my cousin Brenna. What was the last thing you cried about?  Emotional conversation with Sara. What’s your current problem?  Just friendship stuff after breaking apart from Colleen again and being ignored when I've been reaching out to old friends, something I've been putting a lot of effort into lately.  I just don't get what's wrong with me/what's that damn unlikable about me that I can't make or maintain friendships. What brand of face wash do you use?  Biore.  Or I think Neutrogena if I have a pimple. Do you know anyone who owns a boat?  Dad. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink?  I surprisingly didn't.  Nor did I get carded when I bought something from the liquor store for Mom and me.  Do I look 30 or something now that my hair's cut. Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No, thankfully. Are you (or have you ever been) a vegetarian?  I am.  Took a brief break for weight loss purposes but seeing as that did nothing, I went back to it and plan on staying that way. Do you ever use Snapchat?  No. What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? The Good Doctor. Do you get your feelings hurt easily?  Yup. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get?  Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state?  The Tar Heel State. What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion?  Hot and humid. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither?  Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. Is there a dead end road near where you live?  Most likely. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought?  No. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex?  YUP. Are you at risk for any medical issues?  Heart issues run in my family, and I'm finding out if I have hypoglycemia like.  Tomorrow. Is there an upcoming concert you want to go to?  Metallica in January, desperately. Do you own a robe?  No.  Don't really need one.  I get dressed right after showering. What is your favorite mark of punctuation?  Question mark. How many deep dark secrets do you have?  I don't really keep it a secret, but I don't just happily share it either.  One. Where is your father right now?  I'd assume at work. How comfy is your bed on a scale of 1-10?  I guess like... 7? What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten?  Hot wings at BWW doused in like the... fourth-hottest sauce. Who last called you sexy?  The only one who is insane enough to call me that is Sara. Do you want any more piercings?  Collarbones when they're prominent again, more in my ears, and then if/when I lose enough weight probably lower back dermals and bellybutton. Do you believe in heaven and hell?  Not in the Christian concept, but in some manner, probably.  Certainly a heaven of some sort for the good.  I don't know about a hell, but maybe purgatory as earth-bound spirits?  I mean there's no way the evil are going to a lovely place. Which do you think you're most likely to go to?  Hopefully a heaven, but if it turns out the Christian god is real, happily to Hell because fuck him for a multitude of reasons. How will the world end?  A meteor strike seems logical.  Flooding from global warming (I don't know how much it actually would cover if all ice melted, but).  The sun dying, if Earth is lucky enough to possibly survive that long. Are you scared of the dark?  No. How many true friends would you say you had?  Like 2-3, lol. Do you have a motto?  Not really. When was the last time you went on a trampoline?  Couldn't guess. What’s your best memory with each of your parents?  Dad, maybe him teaching me to ride a bike.  Or playing softball.  As for Mom, maybe the time we were driving around one night, grabbed some milkshakes, and jammed out to Judas Priest way too loud lol. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea?  I mean, sure.  If you truly loved your s/o, you wouldn't even consider someone else.  Better than cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship?  I'm not sure, honestly.  This will never in any universe happen, but let's just say Jason and I got back together.  It wouldn't work.  At all.  Our relationship was Heaven to me until it ended, and I know it could never be repaired. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance?  Nope.  I could never take on the role of a parent figure for a child.  Nevermind one that wasn't mine or Sara's. Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’?  Yeah, been there. Why do you think people choose to get married?  Some people just enjoy the idea of a legal union with each other to signify their love, some don't want sex or kids before marriage, etc. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?  We're both girls, but if it was physically possible, definitely. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?  Mom or Sara, depending on the subject. Who was the last person you danced with?  Sara. How many tattoos would you get?  Arms covered, hands, knuckles, neck, sternum, hips, back, ribs... lots.  The only place I'm not very interested in tattooing are my legs, but it'll probably happen if I find something I love and also to balance things out.  Might look kinda weird to have so many but then none below my hips. Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret?  TELL.  SOMEONE.  I'm sure the idea is terrifying, but what's scarier is staying with someone abusive.  Tell someone who can do something. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?  Breasts. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with?  Jason. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus?  I like the broccoli, the latter is disgusting. Do you like gore?  Sometimes it's aesthetically pleasing to me, sometimes it gives me a quick gag if it's something real gross with humans because then I can actually imagine it on myself. Have you ever read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov?  No.  Pretty sure I know the basis of it, though, if it's about the lolita fashion.  My friend had a phase where she was deeeep into it and told me about a book of that name.  Gross. Do serial killers fascinate you?  Not especially, but sometimes it is intriguing to learn just how fucked they can be.  I wonder how the mind can make up some shit. Besides your own, what’s your favorite country?  That I'm at least somewhat aware of, I find Japanese culture quite interesting. Would you ever get a septum piercing?  Nah, don't think it'll look good on me. Are you lactose intolerant?  No. Are you allergic to gluten?  No. Do you know anyone who is missing a toe?  No. Do any lights stay on while you sleep?  My snake's and iguana's lamps. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most?  Lmao tattoo ideas. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender?  At least three girls.  Two before I even realized I was bi lmao.  Just looking back, my bond with them on my end wasn't straight, Alon especially. What store do you shop at the most for clothes?  HotTopic. Would you ever get your nipples pierced?  I very recently actually briefly considered it lmao.  I wouldn't tho.  Tbfh mainly just because of foreplay reasons shhhh. How many pets do you own?  Six. What’s your least favorite season? I loathe summer. Do you like tacos? Omg no. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Do you like to play board games?  Not really, no. Are you fond of romantic novels? When I read, I wouldn't actively seek them out, but I enjoyed quite a few. Fruit Loops or Cocopops?  Fruit Loops = Good Shit. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Biiiitch yes for that much. Do you believe in aliens? I've been more open to the possibility lately.  Maybe. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be?  My Sara Jane. Dogs or cats?  Cats. Do you like cotton candy?  I can only manage a couple bites.  Too sweet. Would you ever use a dating site? I like to pretend that never happened lmao neeeever again. Do you believe in ghosts?  Absolutely. Rap or pop? Pop, if I had to pick between the two. Do you like Lady Gaga?  Some of her songs are super catchy. What about Nick Minaj?  She's very talented in her genre, but I'm not a fan of her music. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you have an addiction to anything?  Technology. Do you like cheeseburgers?  Probably what I miss most being a vegetarian.  I love burgers. Do you have a Flickr? Yes. When did you last vacuum your room? Few days back. Who was the last person to sit on your bed?  Mom. Do you have a favorite flower?  Orchids. Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space?  Depends on how comfortable I am in the relationship.  In my current one, I am like.  Soooo cuddly. Do you like being called pet names or not?  Depends on the person.  Parents, s/o, friends, sure. Do you care if your produce is organic or not?  Not really, but I mean if I was to pick between something organic or not and I was aware, I'd certainly pick the organic. Do you get enough calcium?  I love milk, bro. Who is it that you’re in love with?  Sara 100% 100% 100% my babygirl. Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you?  Yes. Do you have any friends in a band?  An old friend is the guitarist of a pretty nice metal band. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip?  Classic, probs. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?  Suicidal depression. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Once I have a source of income, I plan on donating to every charity livestream Mark does.  One, because it's just being a generous human, but also because I try to actively support everything he does. How many are too many partners for one person, in your opinion? Basically, I only support monogamy. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. What’re your plans for your next birthday?  Lemme get my Mark tattoo, man.  Go out to my favorite restaurant.  Family time. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring?  No. Thinking back to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on their bed?  Yeah. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?  Yeah. Thinking back to the last person you really, truly passionately kissed, how many times have you cried because of them?  Waaaaaaaay too many times. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater?  Like low 50s. Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you?  Whoa no. Kisses on the cheek or the neck?  If you're not in the mood to make out, don't kiss me on the neck lmao. One word to describe your most recent ex? Hilarious. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I only like scrambled. Have you ever gotten into a club, whilst being underage?  Never been to one. When do you plan on moving out?  When Sara and I are ready to move in together. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site like Bebo or MySpace?  I had MySpace. Do you think when someone says “I love you” that you are obliged to say it back?  Definitely not.  Those are strong words. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful and why?  Hmmm, I think Pocahontas.  I just think she's very pretty. What’s the best food to have at a sleepover?  PIZZA. How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with?  YouTube. Do you have any half-siblings?  Four. When going shopping for junk food, what’s the first thing you pick up?  Usually chips. At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep?  Go to sleep. Is there anything in the room you’re in that’s really dusty?  I neeeed to dust my fan. Do you know anybody with different colored eyes?  No. Are any of your relatives vets?  Not to my knowledge. How many minutes do you consider late?  More than 5. What kinds of food do you dunk into milk?  Just cookies. Do you have any current or past teachers on your Facebook friends?  Yes. How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee?  I hate both. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk?  Yeah. After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it?  No. Do your parents vote?  I know Mom does.  Guessing Dad does. How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant?  My best friend is my girlfriend, and I'd support whatever she decided.  She doesn't want kids at all, nor do I think her body could handle it, so I'd understand if she aborted, and if she didn't, I'd try damn hard to be an amazing parent. What restaurant has the best fries?  Bojangle's fries got all her challengers SHOOK. What does your mailbox look like?  Just a normal 'ole mailbox. Would your mom make a good president?  No. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie?  Popcorn. Do you consider cooking to be an art?  Sure, it can be. What browser do you prefer to use?  Chrome. What genre of films do you like the best? Paranormal horror. Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself?  No. Does your best friend have any tattoos?  No. Who was the last person you were rude to? Did you have a good reason?  Probably Mom.  There's never a good reason to be rude.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[whattheheartwantsrevamp]

Chapter 12

“And that’s another touchdown for your Briarwood Cougars!” The announcer says as I stand, along with Nina and the rest of the crowd and cheer. I was hesitant about coming to the scrimmage game today, mainly because I didn’t really feel like socializing, but I’m so happy she talked me into coming. I’ve been spending my “days for grieving” up in my room trying to think about all the good times my mother and I had. Sadly, I don’t have many happy memories from when she was alive and that just made me even sadder. All I’ve been doing is staying in bed and crying. I’m thankful that I have a few friends that have been trying to help me get through this. Without them I would probably be losing my mind right now. Russell has really been comforting me the most. Everyday after he gets out of practice he comes by to see me. Sometimes we talk about whatever I want to talk about and sometimes he just holds me. I figured the least I could do is come support and cheer him on tonight.

“Are you having fun?” Nina asks and I nod my head.

“Yea. Thank you for getting me out of the house. I really needed this.” I say as my eyes land on Russell as he jogs across the field.

“Are you understanding the game better?” She asks and I nod my head as I watch Russell take off his helmet. He scans the stands before his eyes land on me. He smiles big and gives me a small wave before joining the rest of the team on the sidelines.

“He really likes you.” Nina says and I sigh as I nod my head slightly.

“Yea, he does.” I say softly as the wind picks up making me adjust my jean jacket.

“And you really like him too don’t you?” She asks and I give her my full attention before nodding my head. This is my first time even admitting this to myself.

“Awww, my bestie is about to have her first boyfriend.” Nina gushes as she hugs me tightly, making me laugh.

“You seriously do the most.” I say as I wiggle out of her hug.

“I’m just really happy for you. You just light up whenever he’s around and he does the same. It’s so cute.” She says and I give her a small smile before looking back onto the field, instantly spotting Russell.

“I can’t describe the feeling I get when I’m around him. It’s like nothing else matters and I’m instantly at peace. Is that weird?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“No, it’s not weird at all. Sounds like you’re falling in love to me.” She says with a small smile on her face and her words replay in my head. Could I really be falling in love with Russell?

“Oh my God Ci, Look!” Nina says excitedly, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look to where she’s pointing and I can’t help but to chuckle as I watch Ashton being escorted out by 2 security guards.

“I can’t believe y’all are seriously making me leave! Wait until my parents hear about this!” Ashton yells and I laugh while shaking my head. She’s such a brat.

“Why are they making her leave?” I ask Nina as she records the scene Ashton is causing.

“Because she’s suspended and she’s not supposed to be at any school functions.” Nina says while laughing. Ashton looks over at us and if looks could kill, we’d both be dead.

“That girl really doesn’t like me.” I say as I shake my head slightly.

“Well if my crush liked you instead of me and you beat my ass in front of the entire school, I probably wouldn’t like you either.” Nina says and I side eye her, making her laugh.

“I didn’t make him like me.” I say as I shrug my shoulders slightly.

“That makes her even madder. She’s been trying so hard since freshman year to get him to like her and nothing ever worked. You did absolutely nothing but be yourself and he fell for you. She’s jealous as hell.” She says as the buzzer sounds, letting us know that the scrimmage is over. We leave the stands and we walk over to Nina’s car.

“What are you and Earl doing after this?” I ask as she sits on the hood of her car.

“We’re probably just going out to eat. I can’t do much since I’m currently grounded.” She says with a small pout on her face making me laugh. Nina’s mom caught Earl at the house after curfew and she was so pissed. Now we’re both on strict curfews.

“I still can’t believe you got caught.” I say and she sighs deeply.

“I’m just happy we weren’t doing anything when she caught him. She would have really gone off then.” Nina says while chuckling a little. 30 minutes later the team starts pouring out of the school. I instantly spot Russell as he’s laughing with Jermaine, Earl and Doug.

“Seriously Russ. You keep playing like you did tonight we are going to dominate this season.” Doug says and Russell nods his head.

“It’s not just me. You and Jermaine are catching everything I throw. Keep it up and we’ll be champions again this season!” Russell says excitedly as they make their way over to us. Earl quickly makes his way to Nina and hugs her tightly. I really admire their relationship. Their love is so pure. Russell looks at me and smiles softly before wrapping his arms around me tightly.

“Hey beautiful. I’m so happy you decided to come.” He says in my ear before letting me go and I can’t help but to blush at his compliment.

“Well Nina pretty much dragged me out of the house.” I say as I look at her. She rolls her eyes playfully making me laugh.

“I’m glad she did. We miss you around here.” Jermaine says as he gives me a friendly hug.

“I never thought I would ever miss being at school but I really do.” I say as he lets me go.

“How have you been?” Doug asks as he gives me a side hug.

“I’ve been taking everything one day at a time.” I reply and he gives me a small smile.

“What are y’all about to get into?” Earl asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“I actually have a date with this girl I met at the mall last week. Let me go before I’m late.” He says with a smirk on his face as he turns and walks to his car.

“Doug wait! Does she have a cute friend?” Jermaine calls out as he follows behind him.

“Did you drive?” Russell asks and I shake my head.

“Nope. I road with Nina.” I say softly as I adjust my jacket again.

“You feel like hanging out with me tonight?” Russell asks and I give him a small smile before nodding my head.

“Oh, I have to be home by 10:30 though. I have a curfew now.” I say as I glance over at Nina and Earl and she sucks her teeth making me laugh. We say goodbye to them before walking over to Russell’s car. He opens the door for me and makes sure I’m completely in the car before walking over to the drivers side. He puts his bags in the backseat before getting into the car.

“How did you get a curfew?” Russell asks and I laugh before telling him about how Nina and Earl pretty much got me in trouble as well.

“Well my curfew is 11:00 so I’ll definitely have you home in time.” He says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“ I’ve never had a curfew before so it’s different having someone who actually cares about what time I come home.” I say softly and he nods his head.

“Are you hungry?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Not really.” I say making him glance over at me.

“Have you eaten today?” He ask and I nod my head. Since my mom’s death, I’ve barely had an appetite. When Nina told Russell about this, he has made it his mission to make sure that I’ve had at least 2 meals a day. He had even brought me food to the house.

“Yea. I ate before I came to the game.” I reply and he nods his head.

“Would you like Ice Cream?” He asks and I nod my head. A few minutes later we pull up to Cold Stone Creamery. He gets out of the car and opens the door for me. He grabs my hand and we walk into the shop. We both order our ice cream and he insists on paying, like always. Instead of eating inside, we decide to walk about outside since it’s such a nice evening.

“Why didn’t your parents come to the game?” I ask as I eat a spoonful of ice cream.

“They usually don’t come to the Scrimmage games. They’ll be at every home game though. Hopefully you’ll be there with them.” He says as he looks at me and I nod my head.

“That’s the plan. I really enjoyed myself. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on all of that.” I say and he nods his head.

“I can’t believe it either but I’m really happy you decided to come tonight. I loved seeing you in the stands cheering for me.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“Technically I wasn’t cheering for you, I was cheering for number 32 out there. He was really cute.” I say jokingly making his smirk drop and I laugh.

“Seriously?” He says while laughing and I shake my head.

“I’m just playing. You know that I was cheering for you.” I say and he nods his head.

“Yea well for the first game of the season I’m going to need for you to wear my number or my letterman jacket or something. We have to let these dudes know who you’re with.” He says as he drapes his are across my shoulders.

“So I’m with you now?” I ask with my eyebrow raised and shrugs his shoulders slightly.

“Only if you want to be. You know how I feel about you and I honestly can’t wait until I’m able to call you mine but I know that with everything that has been going on, you haven’t really thought about us and that’s fine. I’ll wait for as long as it takes. Just know that once you decide to be mine, I’m never letting you go.” He says as he kisses my forehead gently making me smile.

“You’re amazing.” I say softly as I look up at him.

“ I really want to thank you for being there for me during all of this. You’ve been so supportive and I honestly don’t think I would be able to get through this without you. Whenever I called, you answered. When I needed a shoulder to cry on you were there. I just can’t thank you enough.” I say sincerely and he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to thank me. I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling right now but I know that this isn’t something that you should have to go through alone. Seeing you so broken and hurt was so hard for me because all I wanted to do was make you feel better and put that beautiful smile back on your face. I really care about you Ciara and I will always be there for you. Remember that.” He says as he stares into my eyes and I believe every word that he’s saying. I didn’t realize that I was crying until he takes his arms form around my shoulders and wipes away my tears. Before I can stop myself I lean in and peck his lips softly. Russell grips the back of my neck gently as he deepens the kiss. I sigh against his lips and he uses that moment to slide his tongue into my mouth. I moan softly as his tongue explores my mouth and I can taste the ice cream that he was eating. He takes his hand off the back of my neck and moves it down my body. He grips my waist and pulls me so close that our bodies are touching as we continue to kiss passionately. Needing to catch my breath, I peck his lips before pulling away. He rests his forehead against mine as we both just take in this moment. For the first time since my mother’s death I’m not sad, or worried or experiencing any kind of anxiety. I’m completely at peace and I know that it’s because of him.

[champhangman]

Reckless - Part 5

Part: 5/?

Characters: AJ Styles, OFC, Baron Corbin

Summary: The newest woman on the roster finds herself making waves she never intended to, with men that are both off-limits to her.

Warnings: Nada

Previously: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Check out the Master List

Notes: Short chapter is short! 

Tagging: @llowkeys | @the-geekgoddes | @horcruxhunter5972 | @zombiexbody | @imtoldimbabe | @vebner37 | @justtrey19 | @nickysmum1909 | @taryndibiase | @alexahood21 | @lunaticqueen7 | @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues | @styl3sl0v3r | @itsnethbellins | @florenceivy | @blondekel77​ | @caffeineandreveries​ | @womderland-fandom​ @meghanannexx @lonewolfgirl17 (I think I got everyone…)

"Hey, Styles!"

"Yo," AJ called, turning to see who'd called him. At the sight of the man everyone knew as Road Dogg, he grinned and moved to meet him halfway.

"Got a little something to go over with you," Brian said, motioning for him to follow.

He hoped it was a storyline. A good one that he could sink his teeth into. He didn't worry about not being a fan favorite or anything – he was confident enough to know the crowd would enjoy seeing him practically no matter what he did – but he did fret that after the upcoming Money in the Bank event he would be nudged aside. Not forgotten, per se, but not as important as others. And though he tried to ignore rumors, there was no getting away from them, and the constant rumor lately was that they were going to give Baron the briefcase. Which rankled. Mainly because he thought the guy was a first-rate jerk. Okay, so that was the only reason. But that was enough, right?

"Fans are eating up your live show matches," Brian announced once they were in the man's office for the night. Papers and gadgets were strewn across the desk, and a laptop was open, the background showing the company's logo.

"Yeah?" AJ ventured, not sure what else to say. He'd enjoyed the mixed tags. Working with Charlotte was great. Getting to see up close how talented Kim was in the ring was great, too. And the little antics she was allowed to pull on him had been nothing but fun.

"You know Kimmy and Charlotte are in a feud," Brian went on, flipping through a stack of stapled papers. "And with the pay-per-view coming up, you and Baron are too, in a way."

"They're feudin' for number one contender, right?" AJ asked, as though he hadn't been keeping an eye on the women's TV work.

"Right. But that may change come Sunday."

Sunday. Hell, the event was approaching faster than he'd thought. "Why's it gonna change?"

"This goes no further than me and you," Brian warned.

AJ held up both hands. "You know me, man."

"Yeah, I do," he said with a quick smile. "It may change because we may have decided Kim's going to win the briefcase."

AJ whistled softly. She'd been on the roster, what, two weeks? Her getting the contract would, storyline-wise, definitely cause some bitterness. "I thought the decision wouldn't be made until ten seconds before the match."

"I'm just saying, it may happen." Brian's expression told him it definitely would. "So, this is where you come in…"

He left Brian's office a few moments later, head swirling with all the information he'd been given to digest. It looked as though more mixed tag matches were in his future, something he was definitely looking forward to. And, going by what else Brian had told him, he had a nice storyline that would carry him over for a while.

Making his way to Catering, he spotted Kim getting a bottle of water. He was about to go over and start up a conversation with her, because surely she knew at least some of the plans. He liked talking with her about work. She was knowledgeable and had that spark in her that he knew would make for a long career, barring burnout and severe injury.

He was halfway to her when his steps slowed. Baron had approached, and he felt something in his gut twist as the man slung his arm around her shoulder. It took a few seconds for him to recognize the feeling as jealousy and, trying his best to ignore the sensation, sidetracked and went to join Sami and Owens at a table. But, damn his brain, his attention remained on her.

For someone who wasn't seeing Baron, she seemed awfully happy to have his arm around her.

For someone who wasn't seeing anyone, the two looked pretty close. After what he'd witnessed them doing a couple weeks ago, he was honestly surprised to see her so keen in the guy's company. He'd had her pinned to the wall, for crying out loud. And he hadn't paid attention when she'd said stop—

"Who are you sending death glares to?" Kevin asked, interrupting his thoughts.

AJ blinked, found that Sami and Kevin were eyeing him warily, and drew in a deep breath. "Nobody. Just thinkin'."

Sami nodded in understanding. "Bad news from the boss?"

"No, no, it's not that." What' he'd heard from Brian had been good. Real good. Something he was looking forward to. "I just saw somethin' that turned my stomach."

Sami's face paled. "It wasn't the chicken, was it?" he fretted, looking to his nearly empty plate. "Or the—"

"He turns my stomach too," Kevin said quietly. "But…" He shrugged, face settling into an expression that resembled an angry bear. "She's a grown woman. She can make her own choices. She doesn't need a big brother looking out for her."

"Because I thought the chicken tasted off, and—" Sami's head jerked up. "Oh. Oh."

"Sounds like she's said that to you a few times," AJ sighed. From the corner of his eye he saw them, a mismatched couple if ever there had been one, taking seats at a table.

"More than a few," Sami corrected. "I think she was ready to tattoo it on his arm by the time him and her split."

She was wearing pink. She always seemed to be wearing pink, except in the ring. Not just pink, but a bright, vibrant pink that would look ridiculous on anyone else. Leaning back in his chair, he opened his mouth to speak when he thought he saw her looking in his direction. Then, before he could tell himself she wasn't, he noticed her getting to her feet. And then she was heading over. And then, forcing him to look at her, she was dropping into the empty chair next to him.

"Have you seen Xavier?" she asked.

"Not yet. Have you seen Bri—"

"Yes!" she blurted, eyes brimming with excitement. "Did he tell you about the—"

"Just the bit with me."

"I can't wait! I love working with you and with Char, so it's going to be amazing." She sighed happily. "But Xavier said we'd do our rematch this afternoon if you've got time."

"I'll have to double-check, but I think I do."

"Find him when you know? And text me. Oh, and don't forget to bring me my shirt," she added, hopping to her feet.

"I won't forget," he promised, eyes following her as she walked away. The jealousy didn't sting so bad now, he realized, quickly looking away before she rejoined Baron. Finding two pairs of eyes on him, he cleared his throat. "What?"

"What's going to be amazing?" Sami questioned.

"And why do you have her shirt?"

"And what's this about a rematch?"

"Are they putting you and her in a storyline?"

"Are you done?" AJ grunted, rising from his chair. He had to go recheck his schedule for the rest of the day. Then he'd have to hunt down Xavier. And find her shirt, which was neatly folded in his suitcase. "See you later, boys. I got things to do."

 ***

 "Have you ever had a ladder match?"

"Does falling off one when I was changing a lightbulb count?" Kim smiled faintly when Charlotte groaned. "No, I haven't. I took a few bumps from one back when I was first training, but not since. Have you?"

"Well…" Charlotte sighed. "No."

"Have any of us?" Kim asked, looking to Becky, Tamina, Carmella, and Nattie. All four shook their heads, then some offered that they'd worked with ladders during training. "Oh, boy."

They were sitting in the ring, having gone through the basics of the altercation that would happen that night. Kim wasn't even officially in the match on Sunday yet. She would be announced as the sixth participant during the show, when she would interrupt Shane backstage and all but demand she be put into the match.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Nattie insisted. "I've talked to Hunter, and we…"

Kim leaned forward, listening intently as Nattie told of the plans for them to work out their match at the Performance Center. They would have it practically to themselves, as it was a non-training day. To Kim's surprise, Hunter was arranging for a couple guys to help them with spots, bumps, and working with the ladders in general. It would mean her plans of spending the day being as lazy as possible would be canceled, but she didn't mind that so much. If what Brian had told her was what would actually happen, she would need to be as comfortable as she could be with the ladders come Sunday.

It also meant she would have to cancel her dinner plans with Baron. Not that the dinner plans were huge. He'd suggested they order in and have a good talk. She had a feeling the talk would be about them and where they were heading and she wasn't sure she was ready for that. Not yet. Maybe she was a horrible person, but she wanted to keep it as uncomplicated as possible for as long as possible. Dinner, even takeout eaten on his couch, would mean they were more than just friends. Friends with benefits. Whatever they were, as long as that whatever didn't entail an actual romantic relationship.

Because she wasn't ready for that. She wasn't sure she had the mental strength to immerse herself in something so heady and thrilling. Not yet.

Especially not when her thoughts kept going to a certain pair of blue eyes…

The ladies began to break away, with echoed statements of wardrobe and photos and meetings with Brian. Pushing herself to her feet, Kim wondered if anyone was waiting to use the ring. She was opening her mouth to ask Charlotte if she would be open to doing a few moves with her when she caught sight of two men heading down the ramp.

"You gals excited about Sunday?" AJ asked once he and Shinsuke had reached the ring.

"Nervous," Kim corrected while Charlotte climbed out of the ring.

"Nervous?" he repeated, hopping up onto the apron in front of Kim. "Why are you nervous?"

"Oh, I'm not nervous about our ladder match…" she trailed with a smile. Stepping up onto the bottom rope, she scowled when she realized doing so gave her no height advantage over him. And he was supposed to be considered small? It put her exactly level with him. Exactly level with those blue eyes.

"Then what are you nervous about?"

"You boys being able to top us in the main event."

"Oh, sweetie," he sighed, shaking his head sadly. "There's no need to worry about that."

"Are you insinuating that the six of us can't put on a stellar match?" Kim glanced to the side, returning Shinsuke's smile of greeting before looking back to AJ.

"I'm sayin' that unless it's booked to be a joke, nothin' we do will be able to top it at all."

"I think you can stop kissing my butt now. I already like you," she informed.

"I ain't kissin' your butt. I'm bein' a hundred percent honest. I don't bullshit just for the sake of makin' a person like me, sweetie. Never have, never will."

Aware that Charlotte was waiting for her, even though she had no clue why, and that Shinsuke was quietly waiting for AJ, she knew she should end the conversation and get out of their way. But she was compelled to stay. "You've been in ladder matches," she began, lightly grasping the top rope.

He smiled. "Yeah, a couple."

"What would be your one piece of advice to someone who's never had one before?" she asked softly.

His shoulders rose and fell with his gentle sigh. His eyes shifted upward, to where the briefcases would hang come show time. "No matter if you're going to win or lose, come out here and put your soul into every move you make."

"Not my heart?"

"No, because that's what's gonna be hangin' up there just out of reach."

She smiled, her nerves soothed. "Thanks."

"Don't stress, sweetie. If Hunter and Vince and everyone else didn't think the six of you could do it, they wouldn't have set it up."

"I know," she promised with a nod. "Papa H especially."

"Papa H," AJ chuckled. "Y'all really call him that?"

"Us NXT alumni do. He's our best supporter." Amazed at how much better she felt about the upcoming match, she hopped off the rope, then stepped out onto the apron. "Thanks again, AJ."

"Anytime." He caught her hand, stepping off the apron and helping her down in one fluid motion.

"I have several questions," Charlotte declared once they were safely up the ramp.

"Here we go," Kim groaned.

"Am I mistaken, or were you just flirting with AJ?"

"That wasn't flirting, that was…" Kim gestured aimlessly as they ducked through the curtain. "That was just talking. With style."

Charlotte gave an unattractive snort. "I'm serious, Kim. Is something going on there?"

"The only thing going on is that he's a nice guy that takes time out of his ridiculously busy schedule to give a rookie a little advice. The end."

"But you play video games with him—"

"Once. And, okay, we're having a rematch next week. We were going to do it today but it's just too hectic." Anxious to get away from the third degree, Kim picked up speed once they were in the main corridor.

Of course, Charlotte had no trouble keeping up. "Just a few more questions."

Groaning, she slowed. "Ugh, fine."

"Are you and…" Charlotte glanced around. Then, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she went on, "Are you and Baron a thing now?"

"Um. Not exactly."

"Then what exactly?"

This time it was Kim that glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention. Even so, she kept her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just sex."

"Sex?" Charlotte repeated in a soft voice.

"Just sex. We shared a car over the weekend, but… I'm trying to keep it to just sex." Drawing in a deep breath, she nearly choked when she saw Baron exit a room down the hall. "Did you have more questions?"

"Well, actually—"

"Later," Kim requested. Baron smiled when he saw her and began heading in her direction. She looked to Charlotte. "We'll talk later, okay?"

"Yes," her friend agreed, voice following Kim down the hall. "We definitely will…"

"You busy?" Baron asked when they met halfway.

Shaking her head, Kim bit the inside of her lip. She knew it was wrong, knew she would probably be condemned to every version of hell, but she couldn't help herself.  "Can you slip away for a little bit?"

His lips quirked in a knowing smile. "Yeah. Why?"

She almost rolled her eyes. "As if you didn't know."

"I know why." He nodded towards a door at the end of the hall. Once they were walking in that direction, he draped his arm over her shoulders. "But I'd like to know why right now."

"Because—"

She was saved from answering by the sound of Nattie's voice calling her name. Although she was certain she could have mumbled a convincing lie, she was almost grateful for the interruption and half-turned to look at the woman heading her way.

"I just talked to Hunter. He wanted me to let everyone know he's got Shawn, AJ, and Dolph coming to the PC Friday."

"Really?" Interlude with Baron forgotten, Kim marveled over the fact that a legend and two of the men in the main event Sunday night were taking their time to help her and the other ladies. "That's amazing!"

"I know!" Nattie gushed. "I'm really looking forward to it. And afterwards everyone's invited to my place for dinner, okay? I won't take no for an answer—" She glanced down at her phone. "That's TJ, I need to talk to him about Friday."

Kim watched her hurry off, a small smile playing at her lips. Had AJ known when they were chatting earlier that he was going to help out on Friday? Turning to enthuse with Baron over the star power that would be at the Performance Center, she instead furrowed her brow when she saw his lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong?"

"We had plans for Friday."

"I know, but – I mean, Baron, come on, Shawn Michaels is gonna help me and the girls with ladders. And—"

"And Styles and Dolph," he finished, making a face. "Shouldn't they be more concerned with their own ladder match?"

"Why don't you like him?" she asked, the furrow in her brow deepening when he guided her down the hall and through the door he'd indicated earlier.

"Michaels? I like him."

The room was small, barely larger than a closet, and empty except for a stack of folding chairs in the far corner. "Not him. AJ."

"It's not that I don't like him…" Baron reached to close the door, then backed her against it. "I just don't like the way he looks at you."

Kim snorted, bracing her hands on his chest to keep him from leaning in. "He doesn't look at me in any certain way."

"Trust me, he does." Hands propped on the door, he dipped his head and brushed his lips over hers. "And I hate it."

"How does he look at me?" she asked, tilting her head back. "And why does it matter, anyway? Other guys look at me, too."

"Can we not talk about fuckin' Styles when we're about to have sex?" he sighed.

"You brought him up," she couldn't help but mutter.

"Kimmy—"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Tugging on his shirt, she met his lips in a sultry kiss. To her relief, within seconds everything but the two of them disappeared.

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[dcbicki]

’I keep you near, yet there you remain.’

I need to sort out the tags over at AO3, but here’s my first go at a Dan/Amy fic.

It’s not that she’s his favourite person. No fuckin’ way. It’s just that he likes her a little bit more than everybody else.

x

It’s not that she’s his favourite person. Fuck no.

It’s just that he dislikes her a little bit less than everybody else.

Dan Egan does not like people. It’s been fact for as long as be can remember. They breathe in your air, suck up all your oxygen, take up your space.

Human relationships are only necessary - are vital, almost - to fulfil one’s ambition, and he only partakes in social interaction because he’s ambitious as hell and he’s desperate for his greed to be sated.

He knows it won’t ever be, though. He’s always wanted one thing after the other, always waited until one plan fell through or fell into place, and then he was on to the next one.

He would never - could never - be satisfied, at least not in ways he assumes regular, boring people want to be. Ambition is evil, and so he must be the Antichrist.

Human relationships are overrated, and if there’s no profit to be gained from a long, draining conversation, then Dan Egan would rather walk into incoming traffic and get hit by a truck.

He’s willing to make one exception to this rule, though. While he fakes and fucks his way through life all the way up to the top of the political ladder he’s set up for himself, it isn’t often he finds someone whose company he doesn’t completely loathe.

But she is an exception, in a way. Honestly, fuck Amy Brookheimer. Fuck her and the fuckin’ hobbit step stool she rode in on.

Working with her was never supposed to be the only decent thing to come out of his time in the Meyer office. Working with her was never supposed to put a smile on his face. Not a smirk, a fucking smile. It’s a thin, thin line between the two, he reminds himself. And she barely holds his gaze long enough to notice anyway.

He likes to taunt her, about their past, about their end. And she takes it, gives it back like a champ.

It’s admiration mostly, he guesses. She’s hardcore with a backbone carved out of smooth steel, and her skin seems fairly resolute on remaining in one piece.

She doesn’t let the cracks show, doesn’t want the bumps and bruises she submits herself to to reveal themselves.

He’s ice, but she’s a fucking storm.

She breaks sometimes. Dan knows this.

He broke her (once), he likes to think, and her mom likes to suggest. He’s caught the eye of the storm, watched her façade slowly wither away until there was only a shell of a human left.

A shell is who she is, though, and he relates to her because of this. They aren’t people; they’re soulless entities on a bumpy warpath to political cloud nine.

They aren’t people, not like everyone else at least. They’re ruthless and he’s reckless and she’s just a fucking mess.

She’s scalding hot when he’s cold, and she’s freezing when he’s only just lukewarm. She’s a storm out in the open sea crashing against the edge of his frozen iceberg; rubbing him the wrong way, torturously teasing him with the force of her nature.

Presently, her storm is raging and he can practically feel the cold shards of ice splinter from her body and scatter at her feet. She is stiff and unmoving, and he wants to throw their sad excuse of a press secretary under a speeding bus.

Mike has just thrown a grenade into Amy’s lap, ducked for cover, and it’s a fuck-up the size of Canada.

He can’t help but admire her rigidity sometimes, usually with one raised brow and a hint of a smirk dancing along his lips. It’s quite fun to watch; when she gets anxious or pissed off and her body seems to react as though rigor mortis is setting in.

The ways in which the muscles of her neck contract and tighten, bony collarbones exposed through whatever blouse or sweater or fuckin’ dress she’s wearing.

He swears she’s going to implode someday soon, just let all blood vessels pop and burst and finally succumb to the pressure she puts on them.

The ways in which her broad shoulders stiffen and her arms seem to freeze at her sides; precious phone clutched so tightly in one hand it’s basically moulded into her palm; he’s almost certain she wouldn’t even notice if it crumpled to pieces.

Her head is gonna fall from those heavy shoulders one day, and he wants to be the one who drops it onto Selina’s desk when it does. This is the price of your own self-importance, ma'am. Was it fucking worth it?

Her lips draw thin, and he can already tell that her teeth are grinding, smashing against each other behind her closed mouth. Sleek blonde hair is hanging down at her shoulders and he kind of wants to pull at it, run his fingers through her hair and shake her back to alertness.

Wake the fuck up, Amy. Don’t leave me here with these idiots.

Her jaw is going to ache and she’s probably gonna bitch about it for ten minutes later, when Selina’s gone and it’s a safe space to talk about something other than the incompetent president they hitched their wagons to.

Knuckles white around her phone, she looks like she’s going to combust. Mainly due to the fact that Mike spoke exactly nine words in three seconds and then left the room like the coward he is. Dan has half a mind to follow him down the hall and corner him into fixing his own fuck-ups.

Flicking on the switch of the coffee pot, Dan studies her for a moment longer. She needs to fucking calm down, to unwind. He’s already planning to get Sue to book her a meeting with a shrink.

Eyes wide, this inner meltdown she’s experiencing is taking longer to overcome than usual. She’d have pulled her phone back up to her face by now and muttered something beneath her breath about Mike being a fucking imbecile.

Dan doesn’t know what the guy said - honestly, half the time he likes to deny his entire existence - but it wasn’t good for her, or them.

“Amy.” He snaps his fingers down at her, waits for a response. She’s small next to him, a whole foot shorter despite her attempt at gaining some height from the heels she always wears. He won’t ever admit it, but he kind of likes the contrast, the power that seems to come from towering over her.

It’s not a power play between them. They’re on the same step of the same ladder and he silently likes to think of her as his equal. Their suicide pact is still in play, even if neither of them ever speak of it. You jump, I jump. I go, you go. You walk, I carry your boxes and put them into the car for you.

She blinks once and licks her lips, and he can see the strained muscles of her neck stretching as far as they can go, forcing dehydrated veins to throb without tearing through her skin. “Amy.” She hasn’t eaten all day; he’s observed her long enough to notice.

He’s a shit. He knows he’s a shit, and she knows it, too - probably better than anyone.

But he makes two coffees anyway, holds one out to her, his usual shit-eating frat boy grin replaced with a blank stare when she seems to refuse the offer, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, just take the coffee. It’s not like I poisoned it.”

“You poison everything you touch, Dan.”

And she’s back, straight blonde hair swaying as she moves in her small heels, looking like she’s trying to gain some height against him. Leaning on her left foot, she spots him eyeing her and scowls.

He only shrugs, kind of nods with his head tilted when she finally takes the mug and walks away, breathing distance between them, “Explains why you’re so toxic.”

“Like I’d ever let you touch me long enough to spread your fucking venom.”

Honestly… Fuck, Amy Brookheimer.

It’s not that she’s his favourite person. No fuckin’ way.

It’s just that he likes her a little bit more than everybody else.

#veep #dan x amy #dan egan #amy brookheimer #thejulialouisdreyfus #fic* #i haven't even beta'd it yet but whatever #ship: dan x amy