#hm i should maybe add a tw to this

[x-endangere-d-x]

this is mallory hes like a son to me i want to see him suffer for being a greasy boy haunted by the horrors

(no text + traditional ver. under)

#art #my art #oc #original character #bugs #tw bugs #tw bug #digital art #artist #artists on tumblr #oc art #original character art #original characters #original art #hm maybe i should add a watermark to my shit #oh well i have the psd file to prove it's mine

[hpimagines]

Controlling Tom Riddle

Honestly idk what to classify this as, but it’s kinda like idk.. deranged? maybe not but I have more like this up my sleeve if it does well (TW: manipulation, unspoken gaslighting, extremely controlling, idk what else to add)

You loved Tom. You truly, truly did. But he tended to take the term "I just want to lock you up" a little too seriously.

I mean, it wasn’t much at first, barely even noticeable in fact. Simple things such as suggesting what you should wear, insisting the more modest options were much more flattering on you; “It brings out your eyes, doll.”

He would remind you of your favorite foods, and when to and when not to eat them.. “Not now, it’s far too late for late night snacks. However, I have something I think might suffice for you.”

Overtime the helpful things became him controlling everything you wore, no shirts were allowed to be low enough cut for anyone to see down- tall people included. You wanted to comfortably wear your uniform? Absolutely not. It had to be perfect, and to show just how much of a “good girl” you are for him, you get cute bows in your hair every morning; special spell from him.

His behavior didn’t bother you, how could it? Yes you couldn’t wear certain things, but everything you got in return was amazing. Nobody understands him the way you do, they don’t know him like you do. That’s what you’re constantly telling your friends. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s romantic.”

Romance? It really is funny how blurry the lines get between romance and control, dress up per se? Once again with the dressing you- believe me, he spoils your beyond belief. Though, most of it is “My eyes only.” Slowly your closet went from things you’ve gotten from friends, shirts you once loved, to everything Tom approved.

It didn’t matter though, because he still spoils you.

Being in class was an entirely different story. In the beginning you simply couldn’t speak to any other guys, you understood, not wanting him interacting with girls either it seemed fair. Until you couldn’t sit with any of them, problem being, its not like you can just chose where you sit everytime. That doesn’t matter to Tom though, “You seemed to betray me today hun.” Nice name, yet the tone anything but.

It was pretty sudden when Tom just happened to to become your seating partner in every single class, and yes, that somehow included ones he once hadn’t attended. But this was a good thing. You got to be with your boyfriend all day long, that’s so exciting. Watching your every move, telling you what you did wrong on your work “Can’t have a dumb girl, can I doll?”

It was sweet. He was being helpful, you always had help. Just don’t ask for too much, then that makes you stupid, idiotic, dense. That’s according to him though, and yes his words. “Honestly, I don’t know what you’d do without me, you’re just so mindless most of the time. It’s infuriating”

But no matter what it’s always okay because, “You know I never mean what I say, Love. I’ll take you out, even buy you something new”

You see, none of this happened quickly. It was like one moment you controlled your life, the next moment you didn’t. You lived in his dorm, once again don’t ask how, Tom Riddle has his ways. He chose your outfits the days no uniforms were needed, but of course only because “I just love picking out what my girl wears, you love it too, don’t you, hm?”

Now here you are, unable to speak to anyone really, no boys, no friends because well, they only attract unwanted male attention of course. It was crazy to think you’d leave your friends behind for a boy, not just your friends really more like your entire old life, but Tom wasn’t just any boy. No, he had full control over you and you both knew it. You loved it.

I know im saying idk a lot but idk how i feel about this 😭😭

once again i hope you all enjoy <33

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[ecoamerica]

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[wizardfrog69]

Hello~I hope you're doing fine! I would like to request daza as a brother figure i with a teenage gn!reader(or fem!reader both is fine) where he saw a little blood on their sleeve when reader is asleep and then finds out they have sh scars

Please feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable with this topic.

I'm still sick but I feel better than yesterday.

I do feel comfortable writing for this topic, and I think mental health awareness is a great and important thing, especially with younger people.

It's okay to not be okay, and it's okay to want and/or need help. We all need help sometimes. The challenging part is always asking for help.

Thank you for the request!

'•.¸♡it's just a small cut♡¸.•'

Bother figure Dazai x teenage reader (platonic)

Angst/comfort

Tw! Self harm, depression like symptoms

If this subject is triggering in any way, please do not read. Your mental well-being is more important.

Masterlist

Enjoy!

You walked out of the bathroom, your arm stung a bit, but you tried to pay it no mind. There was not a lot of blood. You whipped away what you could, so no blood should have gone through your clothes, but you were mistaken.

There was no reason to bother Dazai over something so small and irrelevant, so you never bothered him with anything. You were only overreacting, being dramatic, right? Maybe you felt horrible, like something was eating away at you from the inside, and no matter how many times you tried to claw it out, it would never leave, but it was not that serious. There is no reason for you to cry over this stupid shit. There is no reason to keep... there is no, there is nothing anymore.

Thinking exhausted you, everything did. Who knew existing could be so tiring. You lay down in bed, wishing for all your thoughts to finally go away, but they wouldn't. They kept on haunting you until you fell asleep.

It was late, later than usual, but Dazai finally came back. It was dark and quiet, so he assumed you had fallen asleep. He walked into your bedroom to see if you were asleep after knocking on your door. When he saw you asleep, he was glad to see you safe and sound, that thought did not last long as he saw a red spot on your sleeve. Seeing this sight nerved him, he did the only thing he thought of doing at the moment, making sure you are alright.

Dazai walked up to your sleeping form, pulled your sleeve away, and examined the scar on your forearm. He left the room as soon as he entered, thinking about you, if you were okay or not.

You woke up to the smell of Franch toast flooding every corner of your room. With a wave of tiredness, you stood and left for the kitchen. 'Good morning!' Dazai chirped. 'Morning.' You yawned back. 'So, what did you do?' 'Hm?' 'You never make breakfast, and you always whine about even being near the stove.' 'Oh come on, I've made food before!' 'Ya, once, when we first met. And you're burning the bread.' 'Oh!' Dazai quickly looked back to the pan and managed to scrape the burning piece of bread from the pan and lay another piece in its place.

A plate filled with burnt and semi burnt French toast was placed onto the table. Dazai handed some things to add to the toast to make it more edible. You resorted to honey. He sat in front of you, a look of worry coming over him. 'What's wrong?' You asked, confused. 'I know you are hurting yourself. Could you please tell me what is wrong?' His usual enthusiastic and joking tone turned into a serious one. That was why he made the toast. 'I don't want to talk about it, not yet anyway.' 'Okay, you don't have to, but if you need to talk about anything, I'm here. I'm here to help you with whatever you need.' 'Yeah...' You sighed to yourself, you were not ready to talk to him but you wanted to try.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I hope you are okay and that everything will turn out fine.

Sorry, I've been somewhat busy and distracted, so it [the thing I've wrote] might sound odd or different.

Have a wonderful day/night and remember that there are people out there who care about you, maybe they have not said so, or it doesn't feel that way but I can promise you there is atleast one person (or animal) out there who cares about you. :)

-love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #dazai fluff #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x you #dazai

[swiftyangx12]

Great. The “In-Laws”

[Synopsis]: Just a fellow Spider settling some familial “quarrel” on behalf of their “friend”.

[Note]: Arachnis’ pronouns are They/Them

[(A/N)]: Happy Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates the holiday.

[(A/N #2)]: I can’t properly write a fic during most times, but I can write script-type dialogues. (Also re-read and edited most of everything.)

[TW]: Threatening, attempted elimination, cursing, family conflict…Let me know if I missed any other warnings to add in.

[Earth-928, Nueva York]

Arachnis, from Earth-2020-6-2: *Following the address on their phone* I hope this is the right place…

[As Arachnis turn to the next corner, they spot a middle-aged lady standing in front of Miguel’s apartment.]

Arachnis: *Spider sense triggered* Excuse me, ma’am? Are you looking for someone?

Conchata: I’m waiting for my son. I need him for an emergency.

Arachnis: Oh! I’m also looking for someone who resides here.

Conchata: I see. What is your name?

Arachnis: I’m Dr. Wei Liu. A scientist working for another lab.

Conchata: *Scanning over them* You don’t seem like one.

Arachnis: I’m on break. May I also ask for your name?

Conchata: Conchata O’Hara.

Arachnis: *Expression darken* I knew it. So you’re Conchata O’Hara. Wow. LYLA described you as something bad and seeing you in person is much worse than I thought.

Conchata: *Taken aback and scoffs* How do you know my son’s A.I. assistant?

Arachnis: Because I’m his friend. Now, why do you need to see him? Hm? You seem hostile towards me, indicating you don’t want suspicion happening for a witness to discover. Too bad. I’m not letting you nor any other family members with ill intentions have permission to see Miguel.

Conchata: I’m his mother and I can see my own son whenever I want to.

Arachnis: Really? Hmm… *Pulls out their Karambit and twirls it around* Then why haven’t you tried reaching out to Miguel all this time? Sure, you may have been busy, but do you have the encouragement and time to engage any form of contact with him?

Conchata: …

Arachnis: Of course you haven’t. Only your other son, Gabriel had tried to encourage you to mend things with his brother and you do have enough time to pick up your phone but didn’t bother one bit.

Conchata: Some things came up-

Arachnis: No BS-ing on my watch, you narcissistic shrew. Like earlier, you need something from him. Money? His valuable time? Maybe his vulnerability. *Stalks over her*

Conchata: *Backs up against a wall* You don’t know anything and have no right to intrude our family business.

Arachnis: *Glares at Conchata* You have no right to intrude Miguel’s life. Why don’t you leave him and Gabriel alone before I decide to bite your head off.

Conchata: You can’t threaten-

Arachnis: *Presses their Karambit blade against her neck*

Conchata: *Chokes on her own breath in fear*

Arachnis: You need to listen, Conchata. I may be a scientist, but I work with people who are more dangerous and capable of finding your address. *Presses the blade further in her neck*

Conchata: D-Don’t kill me…

Arachnis: Oh, don’t worry. You won’t die… *Retracts their knife away* Yet.

Conchata: *Gasps for air* Yet?

Arachnis: Remember my words. You dare come near Miguel and Gabriel again, I’ll bite your head off clean. This warning is especially going to that evil son of a bitch you screwed with years ago. Now leave.

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Arachnis: *Quiet than usual* …

Miguel: Wei, you’re more quiet than usual.

Arachnis: Your mother was here.

Miguel: *Stiffens from the mention of her* What?

Arachnis: Miguel, I don’t know what she wanted from you but I scared her away since my Spider sense was triggered by her presence.

Miguel: Qué Maravilla. She didn’t hurt you, right?

Arachnis: No, I’m good…LYLA explained most of your family history as she told me if I wanted to have our partnership to continue further, I should understand the severity of your personal life.

Miguel: Damn it, LYLA. You didn’t tell me this after her?

Arachnis: I’m sorry, Miguel. I thought I should let you explain when you’re ready. It’s your private matters and would have been appropriate for you to address this yourself.

Miguel: Wei, you should still tell me about this.

Arachnis: I know, but with you leading the society and maintaining the Multiverse from falling apart, I didn’t want to burden anything with this information.

Miguel: You need to tell me these things and you shouldn’t know about them now.

Arachnis: I’m always here to listen and understand what everything was thrown at you. Especially protecting you from dangers you can’t sense them coming.

Miguel: *Sighs* I know. I can handle this. Just promise you tell me everything that’s crucial.

Arachnis: *Nods* I won’t break it. You also need to promise when you’re ready, tell the full story about everything in complete honesty. I’ll be by your side, even if I have to pause mid-missions for the protocol.

Miguel: *Chuckles a little* You’re crazy…“Yet thoughtful”…Did you show her your fangs?

Arachnis: No. Just my eyes, and the knife.

Miguel: You and that knife.

Arachnis: I don’t want to waste my venom in people like Conchata. 15 minutes isn’t enough for her to suffer.

Miguel: Too far, Wei.

Arachnis: Sorry. I don’t want my future partner to be bothered by annoying family members.

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#Marvel #VALORANT #VALORANT x Marvel #Crossover #Spider-Man: Across The Spiderverse #Across The Spiderverse #ATSV #Spider-Man 2099 #Miguel O’Hara #Canon x OC #ATSV OC #Valorant OC #Spider!Radiant #Agent Arachnis #Arachnis #Spider-Man 2099 x reader #Miguel O’Hara x reader #Across The Spiderverse Scenarios #ATSV Scenarios #Across The Spiderverse x reader #ATSV x reader #I know this doesn’t count as X reader. #Just want to show my work. #Also my OC I’m working on.

[ithaquasbbg]

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God I’m almost done with this month then I may take a very short break from long fics (1500+ words)- when I put them on Ao3 almost all of my fics are so long 💀

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Generations - Ithaqua & reader (platonic)

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Reader is Ithaqua’s child. Woohoo (he seems like a good dad) child is probably around 2-4 years old.

Tw: none! Fluffy fic!

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“Sunshine, it’s time to go to bed” Ithaqua holds you in his arms, kissing your cheek as you giggle in his arms. “Daddy! Five more minutes, please?” You ask, prompting Ithaqua to shake his head with a smile. “No dear, you need to go to bed.” He ruffles your hair as he walks you to your room.

The inside is modestly decorated, walls covered in drawings you had made of yourself and Ithaqua together, or animals you had seen outside. Ithaqua sets you on your bed after changing you into pajamas, kissing your forehead as he sits down next to you. “Can you tell me a story?” You ask, looking up at him with big eyes he’s never been able to resist, ‘just like your mother’ he thinks, nodding and leaving a kiss on your head. “Yes, sweetheart, of course I would.”

You snuggle up to him, feeling your fathers arms wrap around you. “When I was very little, like you, my mother used to always tell me stories about these little things called fairies” he starts, “do you know what that is, (name)? A fairy?” You shake your head, looking up at Ithaqua expectantly, excited for him to continue. “They are magical creatures that look like us, but they’re very little, and have wings. Mother always used to say that if you could capture a fairy, it would leave a little gift where you trapped it.” You immediately jump up at the idea, giving Ithaqua a very serious look.

“Daddy. We need to capture a fairy.” You tell him, crossing your arms. “Maybe if you get one, you will fall in love.” Ithaqua is unsure if he should be a little insulted at this, or if he should laugh. “(Name), you know you need to go to bed..” He quickly trails off when he sees the pleasing look on your face, instead sighing and picking you up as he leads you into his room. “Fine, I’ll help you make me a fairy trap.”

And so he helps you, or rather, does most of the work as you babble on and on about how excited you were to find a fairy. “Daddy, do fairies like sparkles?” You ask, holding a little container of glitter in your tiny hands. “Hm… let me think” he smiles and pretends to think for a moment as you wait. “I don’t see why not, Sunshine. Do you want to add some glitter?” You quickly nod and with the help of Ithaqua, put glitter all over the box.

Slowly, he manages to tire you out, picking you up along with the fairy trap and going to your room, tucking you into your bed. “Goodnight, sweetheart, I love you.” He whispers, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “..love you too, Daddy” you tell him before he leaves, slowly falling into dreamland.

This entire encounter leaves Ithaqua thinking of when he was little with his mother, back when things were more simple.

….

“Mama!” He exclaims, running to show the red haired woman some flowers he had picked, eyes shining as he smiles. “Oh, Itha, dear, is something the matter?” Mother asks, to which Ithaqua quickly shakes his head, handing her the flowers as he giggles. “No, mama, I got you flowers! They’re pretty, just like you!”

Baby Ithaqua adored his mother, and he’s filled with happiness as she picks him up instead, leaving kisses all over his face as he giggles “Mama! Stopppp!” She laughs along with him, eventually putting him down after he almost wiggles free, bright blue eyes giving her a playful glare. “I love your gift, little one.” She tells him, holding his hand as she walks into the kitchen, finding an empty vase and putting the flowers inside.

The rest of the night is spent playing together, a smaller version of Ithaqua giggling as his mother leaves kisses all over him for what must be the fourth time today, tiny little hands clapping together as she does so. But alas, good things must come to an end. “Ithaqua, baby” she holds him on her lap after brushing his wavy blonde hair, having given him a bath not long before. “It’s time for you to sleep.”

He pouts and crosses his arms, though it doesn’t work on mama as she picks him up, sitting down on his bed with Ithaqua on her lap. “Tell you what, sweetheart, how about I tell you a story?” Ithaqua nods, nuzzling his cheek against mothers shoulder. “Once upon a time..” she begins, continuing her story as Ithaqua trails off to sleep.

….

“And if you catch a fairy, she’ll leave you a gift.” Present day Ithaqua whispers, having his mothers story memorized by heart. Slowly, he puts a stuffed fairy doll in the trap he had made with you earlier, looking stunningly similar to his mother. “Oh darling, how I wish you had gotten to meet your grandma.” He whispers, securing the doll in the box as he gives you one last forehead kiss before he heads off to bed.

“Goodnight sunshine, sleep well.” He smiles at your sleeping face as he closes the door, excited to see your happiness in the morning.

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua idv #ithaqua x reader #night watch idv #night watch #idv

[kadegravy]

Pastor X reader part 4. Y/N drinks with husk. Wowza.

The title says it all, hoes.

TW: YN being a sad bitch, Al being an ass, just val

You were sad, very sad, so tired of Al. You were sitting at Husk's bar. He poured you vodka, you sigh, "down the hatch," you pour it all down your throat. It burns, "fuck." Youd only drink terrible 'voodoo ranger' beer at a friend's house.

"Ya like it?" Husk adds, you were growing on him.

"Eh. The only booze I've drunk is some shitty beer at a friend's place at age 14." I smirk

"Wow... that's an interesting booze story. That must have been fun..?"

"Not really. I was the youngest, and smallest but somehow a heavy weight?"

"Really? Damn. Thats... commendable."

"I was kinda made to drink by a friend's friend. She was a bitch."

Husk chuckles, "huh? Seems like you definitely had experiences growing up?"

You shrug. You keep drinking, thinking over your life. You didn't really regret that much... maybe that one time you let your dads cats escape and they disappeared, poor Clyde.

Maybe you should have picked better friends... Maybe not druggies, criminals, all the bad kids. Fuck, your going for a walk. You excuse yourself from the bar and step out of the hotel.

The hellish air smells like... cum and regrets.. ew... You keep walking. You see some... distasteful things... there is an overlord... Valentino... is that the one Angel always hates on? Fuck. The demon is a moth, with pimp attire. Run bitch, run. He sees you. Damn, run faster. Your shoe falls off, keep running, hoe.

He catches up to you, grabs your shoulder.

He has a Spanish accent, "Oh mi amor, what's your name?"

"It's Y/n." You say, for once praying Al would find you.

"Your Angel's little friend, hm? We could use you at the studio."

"No thanks.." You try to dash off.

He grabs you. You scream. Alastor travels through the radio and finds you.

"Oh deer, are you alright?" Al asks.

"Val... Valentino's here.."

Al rubs your head, "it'll be okay, my dear."

He starts attacking Val using his radio waves, keeping Val far enough for me to escape.

You return to the Hazbin Hotel, so tired you almost fall asleep. Angel-Dust sees you. Your laying on the couch, back scrunched up.

"Wake up tits! Al and Val got into a fight! Alastor fucking won!"

"Oh. Cool, he won? The fight was kinda over me... Val saw me, tried to make me work for him." I frown.

"Oh. Really, you had TWO men fighting over you? Wow.." Angel chuckles.

"Hey Angel?"

"Yesh, suga' tits?" He replies, a new York and slight Italian accent.

"Is Angel Dust your real name?"

"Can I tell you the truth?" He asks hesitantly.

"Of course, dude."

"Angel Dust is not my name, imagine actually being named after a drug," he chuckles, "its Anthony, don't tell anyone."

You chuckle.

You go to sleep. You wake up in the middle of the night. Yoi go to the bathroom. Ugh your stomach hurts from that booze. Shit.

After puking your guts out, you go to Husk.

"Husk, is there snacks at the bar? I'm hungover."

He hands you Chilli cheese fries. You eat them. You explain your day. He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Have you ever read No Longer Human?"

"Nah, why ya askin?" He asks gruffly.

"I've been thinking about it. It's really dark."

"Well... with a name like that, no shit tits."

You start to fall asleep at the bar. He places you on the couch.

(Another chappie done. Fuck breaks)

#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #slow burn #alastor #valentino #valentino being a bitch #angst #fluff #alcohol #husk being a bartender #Alastor being helpful

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

It takes a village to raise a family part 9

Part 8 , part 10

This amazing au is yet again made by the amazing @angelpuns

We are getting into the fun part! In the next few parts we are going to have new writing styles and new characters to follow along keep in mind my work is a fan work of their au nothing in my work is canon! So I highly suggest going and looking at their stuff about the au! It's really really great!

Possible cw/tw for child being hungry?

I raised the boys with the help of others in the village, but I mainly left them to the yuichi boy and his Aunt. My health dwindled and taking care of my own home was becoming a burden. Splinter was gone and so was my husband in the blink of an eye.

Of course I still went to see them when I could manage it, they also came to the stall sometimes. Other times I could see Leo hanging around that yuichi boy with a light inside his eyes that I know all too well.

The boys started growing food at their houses, I offered to help get them a stall to sell some of it once it got going. With their food I was able to make them new recipes, apple pie, stews.

By the time the first anniversary of the two leaving the sky had turned greyish, like something was wrong with it. Sometimes there was tremors in the ground. I was fortunate enough to always see the blue sky, as now my eye sight has decided to fail me.

Of course though, as I sit at my stall I recognized the boys. Or well, specifically Leo shouting my name as he ran up. I couldn't see his face anymore but I could tell he was smiling through his voice.

"check it out! Raph and I found this in the garden!" He placed a tomato in my hand, hefty and barely able to fit in two of my hands. My hands were smaller than a few but it was still exciting non the less.

"it's huge, what will you make with it Leonardo?" I smiled at him.

"uhh..I don't know, I think maybe you should have it?...for your tomato soup! And then we can all eat together tonight? With yuichi too! Of- of course-"

I smiled and nodded to him. "Go and fetch yuichi, I'll start cooking and bring over the pot around an hour to sundown. I don't want you kids in the dark."

"yes grandpa!" I could hear the smile in his voice again before he ran off.

I put the tomato to the side and sighed, it would have made Splinter proud to see how much his boys had grown in less than two years. They have grown into something truly special.

After a sale I heard the sound a parent is all too knowing of. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine, old man" a girl's voice sounds out, her voice filled with exhaustion.

I couldn't see more than a blur but I could tell she wore tattered clothes and dawned dirt on her face.

"dear, you don't have to lie." I grabbed the tomato and held it out. "Here, you need it more than I do"

"...are-..are you sure?" She slowly took it before I could hear the pop of the tomato being bit into, and the satisfied relief huff from her nose, her body slacked a little.

"you really did need it didn't you dear, when was the last time you ate?" I tried to get a better look of her, but of course I couldn't see any better.

"...I don't have any coin to give you-" she started before I cut her off. "I wasn't asking how much you had, I asked when you last ate."

"...i-..hm...a-... it's not important" she shook her head. "My family will make coins soon so it won't matter too long" her voice was sorrowful.

"if you ever need food or help, you can come to me.."

"you have a few kids to worry about yourself-" oh so she knew me? I didn't recognize her at all. I still don't.

"...thank you for the tomato.." she held her hand to her mouth but I couldn't tell what she was doing before she walked away.

I sat back and sighed, I could technically add another kid to the roster... A daughter, two sons, a Splinter, Yuichi and his sister, 6 grandsons and 3 grand daughters...what's another kid to that?

After all, that's what I do best.

That night we did in fact enjoy tomato soup and bread, however the boys were rather distraught about the legendary tomato ending up on squished by a passer-by.

We would however, the following week enjoy a soup made of several legendary tomato's.

#rise au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ruralau #grandpa flint #rural au #rottmnt rural au #it takes a village to raise a family

[hoshi-y]

Oooh! Follow up for the Yugi twins being besties and forming a pact about their love for the reader... How about they secretly break the pact rules when alone with the reader, and things get saucy and spicy!!!

Love Triangle

Part 2 (Amane route)

(Part 1)

Genre : Fluff with Lime

Characters : Yugi Amane

TW : Slight Heated Content

A/N : You know HAHEHEHHEHE nothing but good lime to help me cope with my stress LMAOHAHSHZHA, This is by far the most longets one shot I have ever wrote but I'm not complaining

I Hope you enjoy 💗

Well, Some promises were meant to be broken.

So far so good, None of them have brokrn the rule

yet

These two confessed to you at the same time

making you slightly panicked

"[F/N], Please go out with me!" The twins said, as they slowly glared at each other "A-ah.. Oh dear.. I didn't know you two had that type of feelings for me.."

Amane tenderly held your hand as he gave you the most attractive smile making an arrow go right thru you "I've liked you ever since Elementary, [F/N], Although you don't have to give me an answer right away.. I can wait" Amane was about to add more when Tsukasa pushed him away as he took his brothers place

"Words can't describe how much I like you [F/N], I can't go a single day not thinking about you.."

You didn't know what to do... Actually you couldn't believe that these two would fight over you, are you worth that much fighting for?

"You two stop.. I'm not gonna answer neither of you if you keep fighting.. If I am gonna be the sole reason why your relationships are not going well I'm sorry but.. I'll decline your confessions.." You bowed but I guess neither of them will stop until you can fall inlove with one of them.

"Why don't we court you [F/N]? See if you'll.. like either one of us.." Amane said in a soft tone as Tsukasa was rapidly nodding his head

Should you accept? decline? Ahh.. Worst case scenario if you declined these two might still end up fighting, or maybe they can man up and mature to stop but you doubt they would..

You sighed as you nodded your head "Fine.. Alright.." Their eyes lit up, Maybe you should have declined-

They look more competitive as ever.

"Well, since you accepted, why not hang out with me? just the two of us" Amane asked as Tsukasa stared at his brother in disbelief

"WHAT I was gonna ask them first!"

"Too bad."

"You guys.." They shut their mouths, but held a glare at each other

"I'd.. Love to hangout with you Amane.. And I'll hang out with you next Tsu.. Just don't fight.." Their eyes lit up with excitement, god you sounded like you were giving out schedules for your dates..

You were excited, but scared at the same time, what if you hurt Tsukasa's feelings?

No he looked excited when you said you'll hang out with him next..

was he.. a masochist???

Ehh.. you let him do what he wants

Amane wanted to bring you to the movies and then a night market on Saturday!

You were very excited cause you heard the night market had loads of cute things

A hole drilled in your pockets

But are you reaalllyy gonna place down a single money?

You stood at the front of your gate shocked

Amane said he was gonna pick you up at the front of your house, so you thought like walk by your house and then the two of you will go to the train station together..

But no your boy was driving a car, when did he get a license?

"W-WHAT?! Amane when did you learn how to drive?!" You eyed him getting out of the drivers seat and walked up to you with a smile

Since it was the cold seasons already, He wore a long sleeved beige turtle neck sweater and a black coat and brown pants, Was he always this good looking?

"Heya~ I recently just got my drivers license! So why not use it hm?" He took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders "You might get cold.. Come on let's go, I heard the line up for The Orphan first kill is long" He held your hand making you blush, You couldn't feel the harsh coldness of the wind with your burning face

He opened the passenger door as he helped you get in, once you got in he closed the door and went to the drivers door and got in and started the engine

"No offense or anything Amane.. But" Amane looked to his right to see you gripping onto the seat belt as he let out a chuckle "Don't worry~ If I didn't know how to drive how'd I get here safely? I won't intentionally hurt you, [F/N], anyways lets go" He got out of parking and started taking the both of you to the cinema

When was he SO attractive? even with driving he looked unbelievably ethereal.. Not to mention those hands—

"Are you alright? you've been staring at me for awhile now, or is it you've fallen for me?~" You immediately looked away as your face turned into a deep red "N-no.."

When the both of you finally got there, parked, and went inside

it was PACKED with people mhm

You two just got lucky there was a little line at the movie you were gonna watch

Amane let you choose what food to eat TT

He paid for EVERYTHING

Man how much he got in those pockets??

While watching, he enjoyed himself while you didn't

Why did he enjoy himself? Well

Everytime eerie music would come up you would cling onto his arm unaware of it

And when a jumpscare happens you hide into his arms

The best day he has ever had cause he got to hold you so close to him

After the movie you were beat up

Amane tried to cheer you up by mentioning the night market

Which worked, obviously

It was 5pm already so you walked around the food stalls!

You didn't even spend a single penny...

"A-amane you don't have to pay for everything you know.." You eyed him as he payed the stall vendour and took both your smoothies "Nah I like spoiling you"

'WHAT TYPE OF SPOILING IS THIS?!—'

It was now quarter to 7, The official opening of the ngith market, You and Amane walked around looking at the different stalls and what they were selling, This little stall caught your attention because of its cute decorations, It was selling necklaces, bracelt, and earrings

A necklace with a cresent moon on it caught your eye as Amane followed your gaze "Do you want it?" You looked at him "Yeah its so pretty~ Like look it even has—"

You felt him put something around your neck (his hands—), It was the necklace you wanted

"It looks good on you~" Before he can grab his wallet to pay, you got to him first, I mean you were planning on buying it anyways

"Thank you for stopping by! come again!" The seller said as the two of you explored the area more "Heyy.. I wanted to pay for it.."

"Amane you're paying for things you won't even use.." You deadpanned "But, I for sure know it would be for good use" He held your hand as he looked back at you

"You tired?" You nodded as you yawned "I had a very great time today.." Hugging his arm, it was his turn to be a tomato "Do you want something Amane? I feel bad for making you pay for all of this.."

"Actually, There is something I do want"

"What is it?" You asked innocently

"You."

You sped walk away from him as he laughed a d cuaght up with you

"Aw come on that was good!"

It was time, to bring you home

But you didn't wanna go home just yet so you asked Amane if you could chill at his house

Maybe watch more movies or a series

but are you really sure that the only thing the both of you will do is watch?

"Let's watch Legend of the blue Sea!! "

"You've watched that show alot of times already [F/N]..." He looked at you as you typed in the Series

"Who cares~"

Everything was going smoothly

No one was home to disturb the both of you

Not even Tsukasa was home

Well, They were times Amane would be, needy for you

But he didn't wanna break the rule and let his younger brother have you

Maybe.. If he didn't make it obvious..

While your eyes were glued to the screen, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, You turned your head to the right and came face to face with Amane

"A-amane.. What are you doing?.." You asked as he got closer, so close that one move the both of you can already kiss.

He held your hands as he got closer to your ear "Have I mentioned how beautiful you are [F/N]?.." He said in a husky tone which made you explode in red

"A-amane.."

"[F/N].. May I?."

You hesitated but unknowingly nodded, He captured your lips into a kiss as he laid you down making him hover ontop of you

The kiss was sweet and gentle at first, But became rougher each second making it hard for you to keep up making the kiss slightly sloppy

You turned your head to the side to get air but Amane pulled you back in, He licked your bottom lip asking for permission to enter and you shyly opened your mouth as you let him explore

You two tried to fight for dominance but of course he wins everytime as he explored every area of that pretty mouth of yours

Amane pulled away leaving a trail of saliva connected to both of your tongues

"A-Amane— hng.." He dipped his face onto your neck and started pepperong it with kisses, He held both your hands down onto the bed as he started finding your sweet spot

"Amane I-I don't we should— A-ah!" You couldn't comprehend the amount of pleasure you were receiving at the moment, as your mind went into a daze

Amane kept sucking and biting on your neck as he trailed it down to your collarbone, He sat you down on his lap as he brought you back into a kiss as he held your waist, your hands found its way to his choppy black

Finally pulling away panting as Amane admires the work he has done

From your neck that was almost filled with hickeys, to your very flushed face and disheveled hair

"You taste very sweet, [F/N]" He chuckled as he held onto your cheek as he leaned in closer "Mm~ Makes me want to taste it a little more..~" As he laid you back down and continued where both of you left off.

Who knew, an innocent date turned into a heated makeout session

(Tsukasa Route)

I feel very dissatisfied with the lime so I might yk tweak a little hehshzhsh, BUT THIS WAS BY FAR ONE OF THE LONGETS ONE SHOT I HAVE EVER WROTE I even had to seperate it

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #tbhk hanako #yugi amane #tbhk amane #amane x reader

[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Imps chapter 19: Fizzarolli the strong and Blitzø the brave! ❤️🦒🐒🐊💚

Summary:

Blitzø and Fizzarolli's play date!

Notes:

TW: Diapers, anxiety, stress, lots of cuteness 😱

I don't know what else to add lol lmk if I missed anything

~~~Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, and Blitzø~~~

Since Blitzø and Fizzarolli have agreed to be friends in headspace. Asmodeus and Stolas have decided meeting once a month for a play date would be a perfect idea to get used to things.

The littles can play and the caregivers can converse and support one another.

Except... there was a slight problem, See, Fizzarolli regressed almost immediately, But, Blitzø was still having some trouble...

Stolas and Blitzø sat down on a couch opposite of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli. It was painfully awkward as Asmodeus and Stolas talked about caregiver stuff, while Blitzø only sat there silently with his arms crossed.

Fizzarolli was perfectly happy at least, coloring quietly, not really caring what the others were doing. "Look, Blitzo! I colored a dog."

"Nice." Blitzø says, not sure what kind of reaction Fizz was looking for.

"Fizzarolli is absolutely adorable. How old is he now?"

"Fizz?"

"Uhm...seven?" Fizz guessed. "I think."

"Wow, seven. Such a big boy, hm?" Stolas asks.

"Mhm." Fizz agrees.

"Actually, he doesn't regress that young. The youngest Fizzarolli has regressed to is four. But, his papers said his youngest is five." Asmodeus explains.

"Littles can regress younger or older than what is said. They're only usually just trying give you an estimate." Stolas explains. "Four is still pretty big, he's never regressed younger?" Stolas asks.

Asmodeus shakes his head.

"Blitzø at his youngest is around one, and I don't think he's ever been older than four." Stolas says.

"My, that is very little. So is he usually in diapers?" Asmodeus asks.

Blitzø leans further back is his chair.

"Yes, a lot of the time." Stolas answers. "It took a little getting used to, but I think we've gotten to a point where it's rote routine."

Blitzø remains silent, curling into himself, suddenly regretting his decision to come here.

"That's good!" Asmodeus says. "We don't have a changing station in our nursery, but if we want to make this a regular thing, I wouldn't mind adding one." He offers.

"That's awfully generous." Stolas says. "I really should buy my own for Blitzy, I've been meaning to put in a proper nursery for him, but I do worry about overwhelming him."

"Could you maybe stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Blitzø asks, spitefully.

Stolas turns to Blitzø, cupping his cheek gently. "My apologies, dear. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Blitzø sighs, hands holding his arms anxiously.

Stolas side-eyes the Imp. "Blitzø..."

Blitzø looks away, breathing increasing, this was too much.

"Alright." Stolas sighs, realizing he was going to have to get Blitzø's to talk to him. "Asmodeus, would it be possible for Blitzø and I to have a few minutes alone?" Stolas asks.

Asmodeus nods. "Of course, the nursery is through that door." He says, "or if you'd prefer, there's a spare bedroom upstairs to the right."

Stolas grabs his diaper bag and takes Blitzø's hand. "Thank you."

Blitzø just lets Stolas lead him upstairs to the guest bedroom, it would be a lot worse if he tried to fight it- also, taking a few minutes away from...that was tempting.

Stolas lets Blitzø walk in first before closing the door behind him. "What's wrong, darling?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø's breath is still heavy, barley able to speak. "I...don't know..."

"It's alright." Stolas pets him gently. "It's just you and me now. Don't worry about them or what they're doing. I'm the only one here now. You're safe."

Blitzø nods. "Okay."

Stolas gently rubs Blitzø's arms to help calm him down. "You're alright."

Blitzø nods. "I'm okay...I just...I can't-"

Stolas waits patiently.

Blitzø pauses to think about it. "I guess...I don't know! It was easier and more natural when it was just you and Fizz at ou- your place." Blitzø explains. "Now, it's here and everyone expects me to...you know, it's overwhelming." He admits.

"We can leave." Stolas says. "Say the word, and we're out the door."

Blitzø can't just focus on Stolas right now, his mind was going ninety thousand miles an hour, while also somehow not moving at all. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were out there, expecting him to regress, Stolas was expecting it too.

He's disappointing everyone...

Finally, Blitzø speaks. "But, Asmodeus-"

"I don't care." Stolas interrupts. "I'm here for you; not Asmodeus, not Fizzarolli. I honestly couldn't care less what they think. If you want to leave, we will." Stolas says firmly.

Blitzø thinks about it. Stolas seems to think this was a good idea, he seemed to be having the time of his life. Fizzarolli wanted this, and Blitzø did kinda owe him for...his lack of limbs.

Asmodeus wasn't the problem per-say. Blitzø just doesn't know him. All he knows is that he was a completely asshole to M&M at Ozzie's, not that he was one to talk.

The thought of regressing in front of someone new was scary...

'There are scarier things, aren't there, son?'

The idea of regressing is awfully tempting right now. Damn it! It was so easy when it was just Stolas, he was perfectly fine without everyone else.

But maybe if he just regressed...he wouldn't have to think about it. He won't remember all of it, it'll be more natural, he just had to wait it out.

"We don't have to leave." Blitzø decides.

"What do you want to do then?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "I don't know..." he sits down on the bed. "I just wish I could just regress and get this over with."

"What if I helped you regress now?" Stolas asks. "Would that make things easier?" Stolas asks.

"Maybe..." Blitzø shrugs.

Stolas sits down next to Blitzø and gently pets his head. "What is it?" Stolas asks, he can tell there's something going on.

"Loona knows about me." He confessed.

"What?" Stolas asks.

"Loona, my daughter. She knows about me being a little." He explains.

"Oh." Stolas says, not sure exactly what else he could say, this was not expected.

"Yeah... I guess it's good that she knows, but I would have much rather keep this part of me and my adult life separate." Blitzø admits, pulling his legs up to the bed so he can hug his knees. "But now, it's too late for that."

Stolas set a hand on the imp's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Blitzø. Unfortunately things don't always work the way we want them to." Stolas says.

Blitzø relaxed a little with Stolas comforting touch. "Yeah."

"I imagine that her knowing would be rather stressful." Stolas says. "Maybe even scary?" He asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "I guess."

"It's okay to feel stressed out or even scared about it." Stolas says. "It's a very vulnerable part of you. You don't have to share this with someone if you don't want to."

Blitzø sighs. "The idea of regressing in front of Ozzie is a lot. I don't like people seeing me when I'm weak or helpless." Blitzø admits.

"You're not weak." Stolas says firmly.

Blitzø sighs. "Stolas-"

"Regressing doesn't make you weak, in fact, it proves how strong you are." Stolas explains. "Not everyone has the strength to deal with this the way you do. And you deal with it so well. Do you understand me?"

Blitzø nods.

"Good. Because even if others don't see it, I do. And you need to aswell." Stolas says. "You're the bravest person I know. Loona knows how brave you are, and Ozzie will see it too."

Blitzø thought about it. "Thanks, Stolas."

"Of course." Stolas says. "Anytime."

"Stolas?" Blitzø asks.

"Yes, darling?" He asks.

"Will you help me regress?" Blitzø asks.

"Are you sure you're okay with regressing now?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Stolas gently pet his head. "Alright, Blitzy, let's get you dressed."

~~~Asmodeus and Fizzarolli~~~

"Can I wear makeup now, please?" Fizzarolli asks the minute Stolas and Blitzø went upstairs.

"Well...I suppose that would be alright. Get your makeup bag and I'll do it for you."

"Yes! Thanks, Ozzie!" Fizz says, running to grab the makeup bag and giving it to Asmodeus.

"Bug, I know you're excited, but you can't run in the house, remember? You'll get hurt." Asmodeus says.

"Sorry." Fizzarolli says.

"It's alright, just be careful next time." Ozzie kisses Fizz's head. "Alright," he opens the box, "what colors would you like?"

"Mmm black and gween!"

"Black and green it is." He says. "And which look do you want?" He asks, holding up a book with a bunch of different clown looks.

"I wan this one!" He says. The one he picked has diamond under and over the eyes and hearts on the cheeks.

Asmodeus smiles. "Great choice, Fizz. I love that one." He says. He makes the hearts a light green and the diamonds black. He covered his face in white and of course painted on his bright red nose.

Fizzarolli squeals happily upon seeing it. "Thank you, Ozzie!" He says, hugging his beloved rooster friend.

"Of course, bug. Anything for you."

"I'm gonna make friendship bracelets for everyone!" Fizz decides.

"Okay, put the makeup bag away first." Asmodeus says.

"Okay, Ozzie." He says, quickly picking everything up to put it away.

"Thank you, love bug." Asmodeus praises. "You're doing so good."

~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Stolas undressed Blitzø carefully.

Blitzø wanted to protest that he could do this himself, but he knew Stolas would point out that having his caregiver dress him will help him regress faster and more naturally.

As Stolas removes Blitzø's choker and set it on the end table, Blitzø thought about Tilla...

Would she really hate who he was now? Was Fizz right?

Stolas grabbed a diaper from his bag.

"I don't need a diaper." Blitzø says quickly.

"I know, darling. But, I think you should wear one just in case." Stolas says.

Blitzø frowns, starting to tear up. "Bu'...I don' wan' one." He whines. "Pease, no diape." He asks.

He regressed so fast, it took Stolas aback.

Stolas pats his head. "I'm so sorry, darling. But, it's only a precaution. You don't have to use it. I only want to ensure that you stay dry today." He explains. The truth of the matter was, with all the stress, Blitzø may regress younger, even if he doesn't start out that young, and he would surely have complications going to Stolas if he needed a diaper later.

Blitzø whines again. "Pease?" He asks.

"How about a compromise? You wear a pull-up as extra protection, and if you regress younger, you have to tell me." Stolas suggests.

Blitzø thinks about it. It was still scary, but he did trust Stolas. So, he agrees. "Okay, Stowes."

"That's my brave boy." Stolas cooes, leaning close to kiss his head.

~~~Later: Fizzarolli, Blitzø, Asmodeus, and Stolas~~~

Stolas holds Blitzø's hand as they walk down the stairs. Stolas isn't quite sure how old Blitzø was- he assumed somewhere between 3-4.

"There they are." Asmodeus says. "You two okay?" He asks.

Stolas nods. "Yes, everything is fine. Blitzø just needed a few minutes to regress properly."

Asmodeus smiles. "That's understandable."

"Hi Blitzo!" Fizzarolli calls out. "I made bracelets! I made a green one for you, and a red one for me."

Blitzø looks at Stolas who gives him a sympathetic smile, letting him know it was okay.

Blitzø turns back to Fizzarolli and takes the bracelet. "Thanks." He says, putting it on.

"I made one for you too, Stolas!" Fizz says, handing Stolas a purple bracelet.

"Why thank you, Fizzarolli." Stolas says, putting it on his wrist.

"Yours is purple and Ozzie's is blue!" Fizz explains. "That's the colors of you magic."

Stolas takes a seat. "If I may ask, why did you make Blitzø's green and yours red? Isn't your favorite color green?"

Fizzarolli nods. "Yeah, and Blitzo's favorite is red. It's just our thing." He says. "Right Blitzo?" Fizzarolli asks.

Blitzø smiles at Fizz and nods, it was like noting changed for Fizz...that both gave Blitzø a sense of comfort and fear.

"Can I show Blitzo the playroom now?" Fizzarolli asks.

"If Blitzø wants to see it, and Stolas is okay with it." Asmodeus says.

Fizzarolli looks to Blitzø and Stolas.

Blitzø turns to Stolas who nods. "I suppose that would be alright." Stolas says.

Asmodeus gets up. "We should go too, to keep an eye on them."

Stolas smiles, feeling more okay with this.

~~~

Both Fizzarolli and Blitzø head to the large play room, the caregivers following after them.

While Fizz dragged Blitzø by the hand to show him around, Stolas and Asmodeus sat down at the table in the middle of the playroom.

"Fizzarolli, don't run. Blitzø is younger than you, remember?" Asmodeus asks.

"Sorry, dad." Fizz says, walking slower.

Asmodeus takes a deep breath. "It's alright, just listen next time." He says.

"Okay, daddy." Fizz says. "Come on, Blitzo!"

Once fizz and Blitzø were out of earshot, Stolas turns to Ozzie. "It's awfully strange that Fizz is still using Blitzo instead of Blitzø. We've corrected him, and he's continued to use his old name."

"I guess he's just used to saying Blitzo." Asmodeus shrugs. "Some people just need some time to adjust."

Stolas hums, not too sure. "Maybe..."

~~~Fizzarolli and Blitzø:~~~

"Blitzo let's play a game!" Fizzarolli says, "I never had another little to play with before! This is going to be so fun!" He giggles.

Blitzø holds his arms anxiously, worried about what Fizz may have in mind...what if he's not good at the game? What if he's too little for it?

"What's wrong, Blitzo?" Fizzarolli asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer.

"Are you scared?" Fizzarolli guesses.

Blitzø reluctantly nods.

"Oh, well that's okay. I'm here with you! We're a team." Fizz explains, holding up his wrist where the bracelet was.

Blitzø's expression doesn't change, so fizz tries something else.

"We can play explorers! Exploring the jungle that is the playroom, we can travel this new horizon together." Fizz suggests.

Blitzø's expression changed from scared to contemplating.

"If you fall, I'll catch you, we're in this together." Fizz promised.

Fizz was always there to catch him before...Blitzø can trust him, right?

"My robot arms are really strong and stretchy, I promise I'm strong enough." He says. "Okay, Blitzø?"

Blitzø thinks about it, then smiles. "Okay, Fizz." He says.

"Hey, you talked!" Fizzarolli says.

"Oh, uhm...yeah. Is that okay?" Blitzø asks.

"Of course, silly goose!" Fizz says. "It's okay when you don't talk too, I just want to say that I think it's nice that you're talking."

Blitzø's expression shifted, first feeling anxious and conflicted, but now feeling a lot more confident. "Okay, let's fucking do this!" He says.

"Language!" Stolas scolds from where he was.

"Shall we be explorers, Blitzo?" Fizz asks.

"Yeah!" Blitzø shouts.

Fizzarolli ran to the dress up area and grabbed one safari hat and a hard hat. He gave Blitzø the safari hat, and kept the hard hat for himself. He figured it might make Blitzø feel special to get the better hat. "Follow me." He says.

First they travel through the jungle gym, crawling and climbing around the place, making observations when they saw something, discussing different animals and such, Fizzarolli even took a few imaginary photos.

"A giraffe!" Fizzarolli shouts.

"That's not a giraffe." Blitzø says. "That there is the super rare monkey giraffe."

"Click." Fizzarolli take a picture with his imaginary camera.

"That's a good one." Blitzø says, looking at the imaginary photo. "Those monkey giraffes sure are hard to capture on tape."

Fizzarolli nods. "This picture will be great for our museum." He says before continuing their journey.

They suddenly reach a point where they had to climb up some rope structures.

"Spider webs!" Fizzarolli says. "So strong we can just climb right up. Come on!" He says, climbing easily up the ropes.

Blitzø wasn't sure he'd be able to do it, but it was surprisingly easy, he managed to make it the whole way!

"Good job, Blitzo!" Fizzarolli says. "We're almost there!"

They reach the monkey bars next. "This is quite a challenge, Blitzø." Fizz explains. "Under there is water with crocodiles." He says.

"Lava crocks." Blitzø decides.

Fizz doesn't argue. "We can't let them get us, we'll have to swing through these vines." He says, touching the bars to demonstrate.

"Oh..." Blitzø says. "I don't know if I can." He says, he's feeling around four at the moment, he can talk and stuff, but he's still kinda young and it's hard to keep hold of those, and reach to the next one.

"Okay, I'll get across first." Fizz says. He swings through the vines (monkey bars) easily.

"Okay, your turn, Blitzo!" He shouts.

"Uhm...I don't know." Blitzø says.

"It's okay, I'm right here, If you fall, I'll catch you." Fizzarolli promised.

Stolas watches as this plays out, he stands up instinctively. "Blit-"

Asmodeus takes his hand. "It's okay, just give them a moment to try and figure it out." Asmodeus suggests.

Stolas wasn't sure, he anxiously watched them.

"Okay." Blitzø sighs, why couldn't he have robot arms?! He jumps up and latches onto one, trying to swing himself back and forth to reach the next one.

He finally reached out and took the next vine. (Bar)

Stolas and Asmodeus watch closely to make sure Blitzø was going to be okay, they were worried, but wanted to give him a chance.

But Fizz wasn't worried, he believe in his young friend. "You can do it, Blitzo! Grab the next one!"

Blitzø swallows nervously. "Okay..." he swings again and reaches for the next one.

"You got it!" Fizz praises.

Blitzø reaches for the next one, but slips, he couldn't react though, because it happened way too fast-

Fizzarolli stretches his arms quickly to grab Blitzø before he can reach the ground. "I got you!" He says, he pulls Blitzø to the platform he was on safely.

Both boys pant as they merely escaped being eaten by lava crocodiles.

"I almost got eaten." Blitzø frowns.

"I told you I wouldn't let you fall, Blitzo." Fizz says. "You're safe now."

Blitzø frowns, a tear falling down his face.

"What's wrong, Blitzo?" Fizz asks.

"I wasn't strong enough to make it on my own." Blitzø says. "I'm sorry, Fizz."

"Blitzo, it's okay. We're a team! It's okay if you need help. We help each other, it's what we do. Together we're strong."

"But you're stronger." Blitzø says.

"But, you're braver." Fizz says. "I would be playing alone if you weren't brave enough to come here."

Blitzø tilts his head. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'm too scared to play with anyone else. I only really like you." Fizz says. "I know you were scared to come here, that just proves how brave you are."

Blitzø hugs Fizzarolli tight. "Thanks, Fizz."

Fizzarolli smiles, hugging his friend back.

Everything was going to be okay for them, Fizz can tell.

Fizz looks up and takes Blitzø's hand. "Come on, there's way more jungle to explore!"

Blitzø giggles. "Yeah!"

~~~Later~~~

After the two of them were done playing, the caregivers put on a movie to help them settle down.

This resulted in Blitzø fast asleep on the floor, and Fizzarolli snuggled up with Asmodeus.

"Alright, Fizz. It's bedtime." Ozzie says.

"But, I don't want Blitzo to leave." Fizzarolli whines. "It's not fair."

"Blitzø will be back another time, dear." Stolas says.

Fizz sniffs. "Okay..."

Stolas picks up Blitzø, and Asmodeus does the same with Fizz.

They both walk to the nursery where Asmodeus set Fizz in his crib.

"Goodnight, bug." Ozzie says, giving the little one a quick kiss.

"Goodnight, Ozzie." He says. "Goodnight, Blitzo. Goodnight, Stolas." Fizzarolli says softly to the other two.

"Goodnight Fizzarolli." Stolas whispers back.

Fizzarolli yawns, falling asleep instantly as his head hit the pillow.

Asmodeus made a mental note to add an extra crib and a changing table later.

Stolas carried Blitzø back into the living room. "This was a good idea, Asmodeus. Thank you."

"And thank you, Stolas for the advice, and the support." Asmodeus says. "I think this will be good for us...and especially for them." Asmodeus smiles, patting Blitzø's head gently.

Stolas smiles back. "I think so too. I better take him back home. I'm sure after a long day of fun, a good long rest will do him some good."

Asmodeus chuckles. "You're right."

Stolas opens a portal back home. "Goodnight Asmodeus." He bows.

Asmodeus bows back as Stolas stepped through. "Goodnight, Stolas."

~~~Stolas and Blitzø~~~

Blitzø opens his eyes slowly as Stolas sets him down on the bed. "Stolas?" He mumbles.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Stolas asks, tucking him in gently but tightly.

"Mm' tired." Blitzø explains.

Stolas chuckles, nuzzling him. "I'm sure you are. You just rest, Darling. It's alright." Stolas hands him his stuffed horse- last he heard was named junebug, but Blitzø changes it so many times.

It didn't take a lot of convincing, Blitzø snuggled up with the toy and fell asleep just as fast as Fizzarolli did.

Solas caresses his cheek gently. "Sweet dreams, my brave knight."

Notes:

Got a little inspired by bluey. Hope it was worth the wait for you all!

-Please leave a comment if you liked it!

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[rat-that-writes]

Bad Behaviour | Actor Mark x Reader [pt. 1]

a/n: *moans* im in heat

word count: 943 | taglist: @softladyhours (send me an ask or a message if you want to be added!)

MINORS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

tw: public touching, talk of exhibitionism, use of the pet name “Bunny” for reader, biting, actor uses forceful actions at the end but it’s all consensual

It was just supposed to be a casual, affectionate touch. He didn’t think you’d get so worked up over it. Much less in public, too. At least that’s what he told you. You’re not sure you believe him.

He’s always been one for showing you off but you didn’t think it would ever be like this.

His fingers rub the inside of your thigh so slowly, getting closer to your core with every movement. You’re grateful for the table covering you both, but unfortunately it does nothing to hide your blush.

“Are you feeling okay, Y/N? You look a little nervous,” one of Mark’s costars asks you as they sit across from you. You can’t answer, your brain too fogged up with thoughts that your boyfriend had been putting in your head all day. After a beat of silence, Mark thankfully decides to answer for you.

“They’re just shy; and it’s a lot being around so many people. You’re fine, aren’t you darling?”

You only manage a nod and a tight smile because you know if you try to speak you’ll moan or whimper and you certainly don’t want to do that right now. Mark smiles at you, his chin resting on his hand. It looks sweet, but you know it’s more teasing than anything.

The actor or crew member or whoever they are, you don’t remember, seems satisfied with your answer and goes back to eating their lunch. Mark keeps looking at you, gauging your reaction to his touches. When he gets bored, he edges his fingers closer to your clit, and you mentally curse yourself for wearing loose pants today. You should have known he’d utilise them in some way.

Every little twitch and quiet gasp you make can fortunately only be seen and heard by him, but you feel your face heat up at the thought of all these people watching him touch you through your clothes. You don’t really want that, do you? To have people you’ve barely spoken to, people you’ve made friends with, people who you hate to all watch as your boyfriend makes you cum in your pants?

You shouldn’t like the idea, but the more you think of it the more warmth you feel spread throughout your body. Much to your dismay, you let out an involuntary whimper at the feeling. Mark looks at you in faux surprise, fighting to keep the smirk off his face.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?”

You can practically taste the sarcasm in the air. You let out a noise, one which is not a yes or a no, just a noise.

“Maybe we should head to my trailer and we can get more comfortable, hm?”

His other hand, the one not still currently squeezing your thigh, drops down to take a hold of yours as he runs his thumb over it. Yes, you’d like to get more comfortable. Anything to help subdue the heat you’re feeling right now. He stands up, and you follow suit. His arm wraps around your waist and he lightly tugs you closer to him as you walk.

You miss the feeling of his large, warm hand on your thigh, but you know you’ll soon be getting all the attention you need. He loves to pamper you and give you absolutely everything you want, and this does not stop when it comes to the bedroom. Or rather, the couch in his trailer in this case.

He’s walking casually, not at all rushing like you wish he was. You can see that he’s smirking, and it only adds to the warmth collecting in your veins. You try to speed up and encourage him to walk faster, but his grip on you tightens, and he stops walking. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Am I going to have to remind you how to behave?”

“N-no, I’ll be good,” you replied quietly, suddenly aware of the very public setting again.

“Good bunny,” he spoke, gently, while lifting his hand up to cup your cheek as he sweetly smiled at you. You smiled back, relieved that you weren’t going to be in trouble. You don’t think you could handle a night with no mercy right now.

You were forced out of your thoughts by Mark wrapping your arm around his and his pace picking up again. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, making him chuckle quietly. He knows you’re desperate, and he’s going to use it to his advantage.

Soon enough, you were facing the trailer door and being pulled inside. You didn’t even have enough time to look around the place before you were shoved against the door and being pressed into by your boyfriend, his lips meeting yours as he groaned into your mouth. His hands are everywhere, roughly grabbing and squeezing and palming. with his lips trailing down your neck, you gasped lightly as he sucked marks into your soft skin.

Lifting your hands to tangle into his hair, he growled, muffled by the way he was pressing his mouth into your neck. You whined and attempted to roll your hips into his, but his hands pinned them back into the door.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and you were being dragged over to the small couch on the other side of the trailer. He sat down on it, and pushed you down to your knees in front of him. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and swiftly undid the zipper on his pants, all while staring into your eyes with a stern look.

“If you’re not going to behave, I guess I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.”

#actor mark x reader #actor mark/reader #actor x reader #actor/reader #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos/reader

[coughdontfeelwellcough]

For The First Time (L/ockwood and Co)

Summery: An easy job goes wrong when Lockwood fails to mention he’s sick, luckily Lucy is always there to pick up the pieces. 

Words: 3459

Author’s Note: Hi guys, so I’m abolutley obsessed with L/ockwood and Co, and if you’ve not watched it on netflix yet, please do!! Its about ghosts, ghouls, it’s found family, there’s plently of whump and one of the best slow burn romances I’ve seen in years! I’d like to add this is based off of the tv show where all the characters are in their early twenties. 

TW: Mentions of death and suicide. (mentions only in the terms of the ghosts) 

I hope you enjoy!! 

Lockwood had promised it would be an easy job, only a couple of type-ones in an old hotel, currently undergoing construction. It should have been open and shut, so why in the taxi back to Portland Road was Lockwood all but unconscious in the passenger seat and Lucy sat clutching an injured arm? 

Stupid, stubborn Lockwood, that’s why. 

“Are you sure we shouldn’t have brought George?” Lucy asked, struggling with the extra bags. 

“Yes, because if I had to listen to him sniffling for another minute I would not be responsible for my actions,” Lockwood replied. 

George had been suffering with a particularly noisy cold for the last few days and though finally on the mend it was nice to get a bit of a break from his complaining about not being able to breathe through his nose. Even if it meant the added bags were giving her back ache.

They entered the hotel through a back door, a key having been left for them. It was clearly having work done, the walls were bare, the kitchen had been half ripped out and there were various bits of building equipment everywhere. They made camp at the reception desk, the front doors had been bordered up and sofas covered in dust sheets. Still they managed to find some chairs to sit on to drink their tea. 

“Do you think this was a nice hotel once?” Lucy asked. 

She’d never been in a hotel before, her family never went on nice holidays. They’d be lucky to get a caravan on Skegness beach.

“Hm? I don’t know… Maybe,” Lockwood replied. 

Lucy looked over to see Lockwood facing away from her, his tea half undrunk. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, thinking about it Lockwood had seemed a bit distracted all day. He’d nearly forgotten to pack the chains and they’d gotten lost on their way from the tube station. 

“Absolutely fine Luce,” he said, giving her one of his charming smiles. Though Lucy couldn’t help but notice it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Shall we begin?” he said, checking his watch. It was past six and the dusk had crept in making the shadows on the walls tower over them. Lucy nodded and started gathering up their things, though she couldn’t help but notice his tea stayed unfinished.

“Where are we going?” Lucy asked, pulling the chains over her shoulder. 

“The third floor, the reports sai…” Lockwood paused, stifling two sneezes into his coat 

sleeve. “HI’TWX… HIT’SSX.” 

“Bless you!” 

“Sorry, dust,” he said, rubbing his nose with his fist. 

“You’re sure you haven’t caught George’s cold?” 

“What? Of course not,” he said smiling, his nose a little pink. 

Lucy wasn’t convinced but didn’t say anything and just started up the stairs. The third floor was a mess, ceiling tiles were missing, wallpaper peeling and various doors hanging by their hinges. 

“Looks like no ones been up here in a very long time,” Lucy said. 

“It was abandoned not long after The Problem started, not many people felt safe staying in the city,” Lockwood replied. 

Lucy nodded and started laying the chains in a circle in the largest part of the hallway. She’d not long finished when the temperature started to drop. 

“Are you feeling that?” Lucy asked. 

Lockwood nodded. “10 degrees and dropping,” 

“How many are we dealing with?” 

“Should be no more than three, two suicides and an heart attack,” Lockwood replied, coughing lightly. Lucy looked over at him as he ran a hand over his face, he looked tired. Even more so than usual.  

“Do you want to sit down or something? You look knackered,” Lucy said. 

“Luce, I keep telling you I’m fined.” She didn’t miss the stuffiness in his voice but didn’t have time to say anything as she heard a ghostly voice call out. 

“I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry…” 

“Can you see anything? I’ve got a voice, it keeps saying sorry.” 

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t do it anymore….” 

“Lockwood?” 

A ghostly figure had appeared at the far end of the hallway and was slowly making its way toward her. 

“Lockwood?!” Lucy yelled, looking around he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Then she heard another voice, closer and more desperate. 

“Help me! Oh god… Please help me…” 

Lucy drew her rapier and moved to the centre of the circle, where was Lockwood? He was behind her just a second ago. 

“I’m so sorry….. Help me!” The voices were so close they were blurring together, Lucy reached into her belt for a salt bomb. 

“Lockwood!!” she screamed one last time and then she saw movement to her left in one of the rooms and there was another noise, it sounded like someone coughing? 

Lucy edged out of the circle and toward the room, rapier raised and ready. The door was already off its hinges and she entered slowly, keeping the creeping ghost in sight for as long as possible. She found Lockwood hunched over and hacking up a lung in the corner, he sounded awful. 

“Lockwood!” she snapped. 

He finally looked up to see her and even in the low light she could see how sickly pale he was. 

“Lucy, what’s wrong?” he rasped, choking back another cough. 

“I’m being cornered by two ghosts and my backup is too busy dying to help!” 

“I’m not dying,” he sniffed. 

“Then get over here! I’ve got one coming down the hallway and another approaching from the right.” 

They edged back out of the room together, Lockwood sticking to Lucy’s left. Up close she could hear the congestion in his breathing, how’d he managed to get so sick so quickly? He’d seemed fine only a little while ago. 

The visitor in the hallway had reached the iron circle, it was a wispy thing in the vague shape of a man. It was still repeating how sorry it was and something seemed to drip from it like it might have been bleeding. Lockwood threw a salt bomb at it and it disappeared as Lucy went after the one in the right hand room. It was larger than the other one, more fully formed in the shape of a rather large man. It hoovered near the floor like it might have been kneeling. 

“Help me… Help me please…” It continued to beg, Lucy honestly felt bad for it. It must have been an unpleasant death. Keeping her rapier steady in one hand she got a salt bomb but before she could throw it there was a noise from the hallway. 

“Lockwood?” 

When he didn’t reply she swore and backed out of the room, salt bomb still in hand. Lockwood stood outside the iron circle, rapier raised to ward off a third visitor. This one had come from behind them and was creeping at a quicker pace than the others. The noise she’d heard was Lockwood, he was sneezing. 

“HITT’SSHWW…. HIISSHH’TEWW…. HISSHHHH’EWWW….” 

The ghost was getting far too close and Lockwood’s hand was shaking as he tried to hold his rapier steady. Lucy barely had time to react; she ran to Lockwood, wrapped her arm around his waist and threw them both into the circle, landing painfully on her right arm. 

“Shit…” Lucy laid on her back, her toes touching the chains and sore arm across her chest. 

“Thanks Luce, I thought I was a goner…” Lockwood said, breathing heavily. 

“What happened? You were fine one minute,” she said, pushing herself up with her good arm. 

“It snuck up on me, I didn’t see it until it was on top of me.” His voice was getting congested, his words stuffy. 

“Because you’re sick and were too busy sneezing to notice,” Lucy replied, she’d just about had enough and was ready for a large mug of tea and a bath. 

“I am not sick…” Lockwood tried to argue but it sounded more like “I amb dot sick.” 

Lucy opened her mouth to argue but was stopped when the ghost she’d been previously dealing with joined them in the hallway. It seemed larger than before but still appeared to be kneeling, floating barely above the floor. 

“I thought you’d got that one,” Lockwood sniffed, running his wrist under his nose. 

“Sorry, I was a bit busy saving your life!” she snapped. Getting to her feet, Lucy picked up her rapier from where it had fallen, it felt wrong in her left hand but her right still felt pretty useless. 

“On the count of three, throw a salt bomb at it,” she said. 

“I’m out.” 

Lucy cursed, she was going to kill him. She’d dropped hers and couldn’t use her hand to get into her bag. 

“What do you have?” 

“Magnesium flare,” he replied. 

Lucy groaned, they’d been trying to avoid the use of magnesium flares after the events of Sheen Road unless desperately needed and it seemed injured and ill seemed desperate enough. 

“Use it, just be ready to run!” 

Lockwood stood beside her, his hair was everywhere and there was an unnatural brightness to his eyes. 

“Ready?” he asked, putting his hand on her good arm. 

Lucy nodded and he threw the flare, it exploded in a rain of iron, salt and fire. They ran down all three flights of stairs and out the door, only coming to a stop once they were outside in the glow of the ghost lamp. Lockwood was coughing again, so hard he was shaking. Lucy put her arm around him and guided him over to a low wall and forced him to sit. He finally regained control of his breathing though she could hear congested rattling about in his chest. 

“You’re an idiot,” she said. 

“Why?” 

“You’re ill! And you didn’t bother to tell me! You nearly got us both ghost touched in there, what were you thinking?” Lucy snapped, running a hand over her face. 

Now it was over she could feel how much her body ached, her skin burning from where the magnesium had touched it and her right arm was still throbbing painfully.

“I’m fine,” he sniffed, pulling a well used tissue from his pocket. 

He looked awful, a good few shades paler than he usually was, his nose was already bright red and his cheeks had an unhealthy feverish tint. Lucy was quite tempted to yell at him some more but decided against it, she just wanted to get back to Portland Road, plus she knew George would have a few choice words when they got in. 

The taxi was surprisingly quiet, Lockwood was curled up against the window, the only noise being his coughing and sniffling. Lucy sat on the other side, her injured arm on her lap. It was probably only a sprain from the fall but it definitely hurt. She was still mad at Lockwood but looking at him, looking the picture of illness, half asleep against the window it was hard to stay mad at him. 

It had just gone 2am when they pulled up outside No.35. Lucy had to help Lockwood to the door as he was shaking so badly, luckily George must have seen them approach and opened the door before they’d even reached the first step. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He said. 

“Just help me get him will you?” Lucy asked. 

Between the pair of them they got Lockwood onto the sofa and under a blanket as he was still shivering so hard his teeth were chattering. 

“Is he ghost touched?” George asked, looking over his friend for signs of injury. 

“No,” Lucy replied, collapsing on the sofa beside him. “He’s got your cold and didn’t tell me, nearly got us both killed.” 

“Jesus Lockwood, what were you thinking?” George asked. 

“I dob’t have your cold,” Lockwood replied, though his point was nearly lost on how stuffy his voice was. 

Lucy rolled her eyes and reached her good hand up his forehead, pressing her cool fingers to his overheated skin. 

“No, but you do have the flu apparently! You’re burning up Lockwood…” 

Lockwood groaned and leant back against the sofa, seeming to accept for the first time that he was indeed ill. 

“Good god, I miss one case and it all goes to hell..” George muttered. 

“Can you make some tea please George? And get the first aid kit? I’ve done something to my wrist.” 

George nodded and they heard him descend the stairs into the kitchen. 

“You’re hurt?” Lockwood asked, his voice barely a whisper. 

“It’s nothing, just a sprain. I landed on it when we fell.” 

George returned with two of their largest mugs of tea, the first aid kit and a whole pack of tissues. 

“I’m not sure we’ve got any flu meds, I’ll have to go in the morning and get some,” he said. 

“I keep telling you, I’m fin’d,” Lockwood argued, though he was clinging onto his tea like it was the only thing keeping him alive. 

Lucy just sighed and opened up the kit, looking for something she could bandage her wrist with. 

“Here, let me.” 

Lockwood put down his tea and took the kit from her. He laid her wrist in his lap and began carefully wrapping it up until his breath starting hitching. 

“HHHh…. hhHH…Hhh… HHHITISS’EEWW… HIST’SSHHewww…. HI…HIS…HISTT’SSHHEWWww…” 

He sneezed into his shoulder, his whole body shaking with the force of them. 

“Bless you!” said both George and Lucy. 

“ No…Not… Done….HISSHH’Ewww…. HITTSH’EEWwww….” 

“Jeez Lockwood, you sound awful,” George said. 

“I’m f…”

“If you say fine I am going to kill you,” Lucy said. 

Lockwood sighed, coughing into his fist. “You guys are such bullies.” 

“Only when you’re being an idiot.. Which is all the time,” Lucy smiled as Lockwood tried to scowl at her but he just looked like a sick puppy. They stayed until they’d drunk their tea and eaten a sufficient amount of biscuits then slowly they made their ways to bed. A good night's rest was in desperate need for everyone at Lockwood and Co. 

So when Lucy was woken at 7am, a mere 4 hours after going to bed she was not best pleased. At first she wasn’t sure what had woken her but then she heard it again, a sound was coming from downstairs and it sounded a lot like coughing. Lockwood. Lucy got up, her legs wobbly after the long night and made her way toward Lockwood’s room. The door was closed but she could still hear him, desperate, hacking coughs that sounded like they were tearing at his chest. She knocked at the door. 

“Lockwood? Are you okay?” 

“Luce?” His voice cracked and he coughed again. 

Lucy pushed up the door and found him sat up in bed, wearing one of his oversized grey hoodies and looking like death. 

“Are you alright? I’ve seen type twos that look better than you,” she said. 

“I think you and George were right, I feel like hell,” he said, leaning back against the headboard. Lucy did really feel bad for him, he sounded and looked awful. 

Whatever bug he’d picked up had taken him down hard and fast. 

“Can I get you anything?” she asked. 

“Some tea would be amazing,” he croaked, his voice nearly gone. 

“Okay, tea is coming up.” 

Lucy went down to the kitchen and put the kettle on, she was surprised George hadn’t woken up at the sound of Lockwood’s coughing or the sound of the kettle but it was probably better if at least one of them got a decent sleep. Lucy finished making two large mugs of tea and was about to head back to Lockwood’s room when she saw him on the sofa instead. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“Thought I’d be comfier here,” he said, pulling the thick blanket around his shoulders. 

Lucy just shrugged and gave him his tea before joining him on the sofa. 

“Is it me or does this tea kind of taste like snot?” he asked. 

Lucy laughed. “It’s you, you’re so congested you probably can’t taste anything.” 

Lockwood gave a stuffy groan. “What kind of illness makes tea taste bad? That’s just evil.” 

“You’re obviously just that lucky,” Lucy laughed. 

Lockwood frowned and pulled his legs up to his chest, he was shivering again. 

“Are you cold?” 

He nodded, coughing roughly into his fist. 

“Do you mind?” she asked, holding out her hand. She’d never asked to touch him before but this seemed different, they were alone and he was vulnerable. More vulnerable than she’d ever seen him and it felt weird, like they’d crossed into unknown territory. 

“Go ahead.” 

Lucy leant across and placed her hand on his forehead then she trailed down to his cheeks and neck. 

“Your fever’s risen…” She went to remove her hand but he stopped her, putting her hand back against his cheek. 

“That feels nice,” he mumbled, eyes closed. 

“I should really find a thermometer…. And something cool for your head…” 

“Don’t go..” His voice was so weak, so small. It was unlike him to ask for anything, how could she deny him? 

“I’m not going anywhere.” she ran her hand through his hair, detangling the sweaty strains. He leant into her touch until his head rested on her shoulder.

 It doesn’t take them long before they’re both asleep again, curled up together on the sofa. And that’s how George found them a few hours later, Lockwood snoring through his congestion with Lucy’s arms around him. 

“Great, now you’re both going to get sick. Then what am I going to do?” 

“What’s George complaining about?” Lockwood asked, his face pressed against Lucy’s shoulder. 

“Don’t know, don’t really care,” Lucy mumbled, still half asleep. 

“I said, what am I going to do when you’re both sick? I’m not going out there by myself,” George said, vaguely gesturing to the outside world. 

“Maybe Lockwood and Co is going to have a little break, can’t kill us right?” Lucy said. 

“As long as we don’t lose any customers. George I need you t…. HIST’WX… HIS’TWX….” Lockwood stifled two sneezes into his wrist with a wince, no doubt they were hell on his throat. 

“Bless you, you’ve got to stop doing that, you’ll burst an eardrum,” Lucy said. 

Lockwood groaned and blew his nose into a tatty tissue “I just need George to ring Mr Morgan on Thames Street and tell him we’ll be there next week and…” 

“Lockwood stop it, we’ve got it. The agency isn’t going to fall apart because you take a sick day,” George said. 

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry,” Lockwood sniffed. 

“Did Lockwood just say sorry? Quick Lucy, check his fever. He must be dying!” 

Lucy laughed and Lockwood tried but only ended up coughing, hand on his chest as the coughs tore through his lungs. 

“Breathe, breathe, you’re okay,” Lucy patted his back and forced him to drink sips of water until the fit ended, leaving him drained and shaky. 

“I think you need to go back to bed,” Lucy said. 

Lockwood nodded, looking exhausted. The dark marks under his eyes were worse than usual, especially against his pale pallor. 

“And I’m going to go out and get you some medicine, is there anything you’d like?” George asked. 

“Ice lollies? Mum always gave us ice lollies when we were sick as kids,” Lockwood said. He so rarely mentioned his family that it was a testament to how awful he was feeling, to be in need of such comfort. 

“Of course, anything else?” 

“Get him some cough stuff, I don’t want to have to drag his butt to hospital with pneumonia,” Lucy said. 

George nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back soon.” 

Lucy had to help Lockwood back up the stairs, he was so weak and feverish that just standing up was a great effort. He curled back up under his pile of blankets with a sigh, his shivers finally starting to ease.

“Try and get some sleep, I’ll wake you when George gets back with the meds,” Lucy said. 

“Hey… I didn’t say you could go.” 

Lucy smiled and sat on the side of the bed, her hand finding his. 

“Go to sleep,” she said. 

“I’d sleep better with you here,” 

Lucy chuckled, she couldn’t deny him that either. He’d made sure to leave enough room for her to climb in beside him. He curled up to her, his head on her chest and her arms around him. It wasn’t the first time they’d touched or even fallen asleep side by side but it was the first time one of them had asked for it, and maybe it was the first time they’d both start to think there was something more there. But in that moment it didn’t matter, he needed her and she would always be there to help pick up the pieces. 

“Feel better Antony.”  

#Sickfic #l/ockwood and co #snez #snezblr #snez fic #coughing #fever #L/ockwood is a stubborn idiot #I love them all so much

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[ferris-the-wheel]

Hi,

I was wondering for the Canon character and oc event thing you can do a 💛 (with a hint of 💚) of my oc Kasai and post overblot Leona. Can it also be written in his perspective?

I think they would get along personally (minus Leona being a bit jealous of her and since idk how to add links I'll explain when I talk about her briefly) and so they'd either just be hanging out or maybe Kasai is talking to him about her kingdom.

(A bit on Kasai now)

That's what she looks like. She's a god of fire + war. She's overall a very extroverted person due to being queen of her kingdom and having to interact with a lot of people. She doesn't really get attached to mortal people because she lost a lot of people in war/in general. So if she does get attached to them, she's very protective. She's illiterate and is often called stupid, but she's actually very good at manipulation and taking care of her kingdom. She has an older brother and is part dragon due to her mom cheating on her dad (he was a big tyrant) with a dragon who took a human form. She wasn't actually supposed to be queen, but she touched the family scythe, and it declared her as the new queen (I would get into why, but it's not super important) She can't feel romantic love and gets super annoyed when people try and date her. She likes collecting various weapons and anything shiny she finds.

(I'm so sorry if this was too much info. I get a bit carried away when trying to explain my characters to people. Also, I'm sorry if I missed any of the requirements)

{ Canon Characters Meet OCs event! }

A/N: Info dumping is totally fine ^^ And I read more into Kasai's backstory and lore on your blog, so hopefully I get all this right *lowkey worried but determined*

ೃ⁀➷ 💛/💚

ೃ⁀➷ Perspective: Leona

TW: None

"Well, I told you about my kingdom. Why don't you tell me about yours?" Leona asked. He and Kasai were sitting on the balcony outside his room. He was sitting with one leg up with an arm crossed over it, while Kasai let her legs swing idly.

"Hm? Sure, I guess. It's by this big volcano, so it's pretty hot most of the time." She replied, turning to face him. Leona hesitated for a moment. She hadn't corrected him when he'd called it her kingdom. She was the second-born, right?

"Kasai?" He queried. She gave a 'hm?' to show she heard, though she'd already turned to face the slowly lowering sun. "You mentioned at some point that you have an older brother. So you're the second-born of your family, right?" Leona continued.

"Yeah. Why?" She asked. "You didn't correct me when I said 'your kingdom'. Wouldn't it be your older brother's kingdom then?" Leona's tail flicked and he shifted so he better faced Kasai, his left foot now inches from the balcony's floor.

Kasai laughed. "No, it's mine. There's this scythe that's been passed down for generations in my family. It's only able to be wielded by the ruler of my kingdom. Long story short, I touched it and it claimed me." She explained, then added with a snicker, "You should have seen the look on my father's face when he realized I was going to the kingdom's next ruler."

"I can only imagine," Leona said with a grin, then turned away. He felt his mouth drop to a scowl and he glared at the dusty expanse of the Savanaclaw dorm. Deep down, though he'd never admit it to her, he was extremely jealous. If only his family had some scythe heirloom, then maybe he could of stood a chance of becoming king. Though, he reasoned, Kasai is a bit of a special case, apparently. But still, he couldn't help the negative feelings stirring inside him.

"Leona? Is there something wrong?" Kasai asked, tapping him on the shoulder. Leona turned to her, fixing a nonchalant look on his face. "Huh? What do you mean, herb-" He stopped, remembering that Kasai was a dragon, therefore definitely not an herbivore. "I'm fine; why?" He restarted. She rolled her eyes. "Remembered I'm a dragon, huh? Anyways, you looked mad about something."

Leona scoffed. "What would I be mad about?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked." Kasai retorted. Leona caught an opportunity and took it, swiftly changing the topic. "So you can read other people's emotions better than you can read in general? And write, if I remember correctly." He flashed her a smirk.

"Eh- I can read!" She protested, standing up in her irritation. Leona chuckled. "Your history grades seem to say otherwise. I doubt Professor Trein can even read your handwriting."

"He totally can. And don't act like your grades are so good; at least I actually show up for class." She shot back. "And falling asleep immediately after you sit down doesn't count."

Leona couldn't think of a good reply to that so he rolled his eyes and his tail gave a lazy flick. "Well, I'm tired and the sun's shining in the perfect spot; so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a nap." He remarked, glancing at the sun that was just high enough to have risen past sunrise.

"If you fall asleep now, you won't wake up in time for your first class," Kasai said. "I pity Ruggie, having to drag your lazy butt out of bed every morning." She said in a teasing tone. Leona slipped off the balcony railing and stretched his arms, letting out a low yawn.

"See ya later." He said, offering a lazy wave as he turned away, heading inside his room. He didn't bother to watch for her to wave back, and as he turned to the window for a brief moment, she had disappeared. He gave a subconscious shrug and collapsed onto his bed, dozing off almost instantly, the rays of sunlight shining warmly on his bare skin.

@doodler17: to make links, you can tap the vertical dots at the top of your post and it will say 'copy link'. Click that, then go to the post where you want to add the link. If you want to add the link to a particular word, just double click on the word and you'll see what looks like two chain links interlocked. Choose that and it'll let you input the link, then you're done! And by the way, thanks for the request! Sorry it took so long for it to be finished, mbmb.

Also, I hope everyone enjoyed this post! Unfortunately, aside from a few requests that still need to be finished (I'LL GET THEM DONE, I SWEAR!!), the canon character meets ocs event is over (since the 20th). I may or may not keep the event as a permanent feature so you guys can continue to bombard me with oc requests, so keep an eye out for that!

#answering an ask ♡ #leona x oc #leona twst #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #twst

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picking teams- chapter 8: cady

helloooo folks happy wednesday!! welcome to the homecoming chapter ooooh. also only next chapter you'll actually get some cadnis finally lol whoops 

tw for 

disordered eating thoughts 

slut shaming 

homophobia

implied SA

and as always if i've missed anything please let me know so i can add it :)

enjoy!

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Cady finds herself really enjoying the tutoring sessions she has with Janis. 

Janis is polite. She always says hello and chats briefly with Cady's parents on the rare occasions they're there at the same time. She never leaves messes when Cady offers her something to eat while they work, and she's never pushy during the actual tutoring. 

Cady's also learned that she's much smarter than people give her credit for. Janis' questions may be about things Cady finds simple, but after a more in depth explanation and a few extra practice problems, she picks things up in no time. Not to mention how much she's helped Cady with her English and history homework assignments. 

But, the best part is, Janis is so... sweet. She always seems happy just to make conversation with Cady. She's always interested to hear Cady's Kenya stories. Nobody else in America has been. Except for Karen, but Cady knows she doesn't really understand what she's talking about. Janis tells Cady her own stories, and Cady likes to think they're becoming friends. 

She certainly hopes they are, anyway. 

Janis looks at her in confusion as she stands up towards the end of their session one Saturday, rooting through her closet for something to wear. "You going somewhere?" 

"Hm?" Cady hums, turning around with a short skirt and a tank top in her hands. She grabs a denim jacket, too. It's chilly today, but Regina threatened to burn all her jeans if she wore them in public one more time. "Oh, I'm going homecoming shopping with Regina and Gretchen and Karen after this. It always takes me forever to figure out what to wear." 

"Oh," Janis says. "Sounds fun."

"Yeah, shopping with them usually is," Cady says. "I mean, I always get totally overwhelmed and all the fabrics feel awful, but I like the process." 

"That's about how it goes," Janis chuckles. "I always hated polyester too." 

"It's the worst! It's never comfy," Cady pouts. "But it's all they say I look good in." 

"You look good in anything." 

"Thanks," Cady says with a smile. Janis won't look at her, for whatever reason. Cady shrugs and heads to the restroom to get changed. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," Janis says, her voice a bit squeaky. She must be having a weird day. 

Cady does have to admit that her friends have good taste. As uncomfortable as the clothes are when she puts them on, she does look pretty in them. Regina's taught her that shorter skirts will make her legs look longer and more proportional to the rest of her body. Tighter shirts make her look thinner, and layers are an extra bonus. She tucks the shirt in to highlight her waistline, and sucks her tummy in the slightest bit to zip up her skirt. 

Maybe one of these days she'll recognize herself when she looks in the mirror wearing these clothes. 

Cady heads back into her bedroom after giving her curls a quick fluff. "How's it going?" 

"Fine," Janis murmurs. Cady turns around to look at her and finds Janis staring quite interestedly at her math work. 

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Janis says, barely glancing at Cady. "You look nice."

"Thanks," Cady grins. She swipes on some quick makeup while Janis finishes working, then plops down next to her to look over it. "All right again! I think we can move on next time."

"Thank god," Janis sighs, going totally boneless in her beanbag. "If I had to do one more of those I think my brain would melt out my ears." 

"I mean, you'll probably have to at some point," Cady says. "You do have that test next week."

"Shh. Let me have this moment of peace."

"Okay," Cady giggles. She relaxes on her own beanbag, looking up at her ceiling like Janis is doing next to her. Maybe she should get fairy lights like Regina has on hers. 

"Do you have a date?" Janis murmurs after a couple minutes. 

"Huh?" 

"For homecoming. Are you going with anyone?" 

"Oh," Cady says. "Nobody's asked me. I think we're just going, like, as a friend group."

"That's cool," Janis nods. "It's usually more fun that way." 

"Do you have a date?" Cady asks, looking over at her. 

"Yeah," Janis chuckles. Cady feels her heart squeeze a bit, but she can't figure out why. "Damian and I always go together. Every dance since ninth grade. He always drags me with him. I guess he just wants me to, like... get the 'proper high school experience' or whatever." 

"You don't want to go?" Cady asks sadly. 

"It's not the same for me as it is for you," Janis says quietly. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You're popular. You have a friend group," Janis says. "Everyone at school knows who you are, for a good reason. Everyone at school knows who I am for a bad reason. It's not that I don't want to go, or that he's not a good date, but... I only go with Damian because he's the only option I have. I don't have any other friends I can go with, or... an actual date I could ask." 

"Oh," Cady says. "I'm sorry." 

"It's fine," Janis says. "Damian always makes it fun. I'll have a good time. Don't worry."

"You could come with us, I'm sure," Cady offers. Janis laughs outright at that. Why is that funny? 

"Really not an option," she chuckles sardonically. "But thanks for the offer." 

"Why not?"

"I'm sure Regina's already given you some version of what happened," Janis says softly. "Just... not possible." 

Cady gets the sense that she shouldn't push here, so she just nods sadly. Janis gives her a sad smile in return and gently takes her hand. 

"I promise I'll have fun even if I can't go with you. For your sake, I'll have fun," she promises. Cady giggles and squeezes her hand. 

"I'm holding you to that, Sarkisian." 

"I always keep my promises."

"Good," Cady grins. "Can I ask you something?"

"Maybe," Janis chuckles. 

"Is Damian, um..." Cady says, pausing awkwardly. "Gay?" 

Janis laughs again, much harder this time. "Yes. He's almost too gay to function. You really couldn't tell?" 

"I mean, kinda, but I don't like assuming things," Cady says in embarrassment. She decides to leave out the part about her friends telling her a good bit of Janis and Damian's life story within a few days of meeting them. Something tells her that wouldn't go over very well. Janis nods. 

"That's good, though. And for future reference, Damian is very very gay. But if you want to know about anyone else you should probably ask them directly. It's... the kind of story someone should only tell for themselves, you know?" 

Cady nods eagerly. "Got it." 

"Tits. I'll see you Monday," Janis grins, zipping her backpack shut and standing up. 

Cady's sad she has to go. She wonders what kinds of things Janis would pick to wear to homecoming. Wonders what going shopping with her would be like. 

"Bye. Have a good weekend," Cady says before she can beg her to stay. Janis waves and is out Cady's bedroom door. Cady waves back and heads over to the mirror to make sure her makeup is perfect. Regina said that if even a single eyelash is out of place it ruins the image of their whole group. 

With another coat of mascara she thinks she looks perfect enough for even Regina's standards. She rushes out, trying not to break an ankle on her ridiculously high heels, when she hears Regina laying on the horn outside. She's lucky her neighbors haven't filed a complaint yet. 

"Hi," she says breathlessly as she takes her usual spot in the backseat. 

"Hey," all three of her friends say at the same time. 

"Are you excited, Cady?" Gretchen asks. Cady nods.

"Yeah! I never really wore dresses until I met you guys, I'm excited to get something more... snazzy. I've never had much reason to dress up super fancy before," she says. 

"It's so fun, you'll love homecoming shopping," Karen says. 

"Shopping with you guys is always fun," Cady grins. "I hope I find something."

"Oh, you will," Regina chuckles, almost ominously. 

—-

Cady was expecting to go to the mall again, but apparently dress shopping at the mall is a total fashion faux pas. She looks around at the fancy dress store she's found herself in. They have everything from homecoming dresses to wedding dresses, and most of them seem very far out of her budget. 

Her friends head over to the racks of homecoming outfits in their sizes and start grabbing just about everything they can see. Cady is confused by the tulle tornadoes rushing around her, but she shrugs and follows suit as best she can. 

Once they all have a decent stack of potential dresses, they make their way over towards the changing rooms. One of the stacks of dresses asks, "Who goes first?" 

"Me," another responds, so the other three all waddle over to the benches and plop down. Cady looks to either side now that the dresses aren't covering their faces and sees Karen is the one missing.

They all wait until the curtain opens and Karen comes back out, clad in a bright pink two piece dress. The top has a sort of criss-cross hem, and the skirt falls just above her knee. 

She does a twirl so her friends can see the dress in all of its glory. They all hem and haw over it, showering her in rightfully deserved compliments. 

The process is repeated for about six more dresses, until Karen reaches the last one she grabbed. 

"Which one?" Karen asks, still wearing the last one.

"I think the first one, honestly," Gretchen says. "That one really suited you." 

"Not this one. Makes you look like a cheap slut," Regina says like that's a completely normal thing to say. "Definitely go for the first one." 

Karen nods sadly and goes back into the changing room. She returns in the original bubblegum pink dress just to make super sure this is the one she should choose. Everyone eagerly confirms it, so she changes back into her regular clothes and switches places with Gretchen. 

Cady blinks through dress after dress after dress Gretchen tries on. She compliments every one, because Gretchen does genuinely look great in all of them. 

She's more indecisive than Karen was. Cady thinks she will be too. So many choices. How are you meant to know which one is correct? 

Each of them had a favorite dress that Gretchen tried on, so she goes back to try those three on again. When she has the last one on, she whines an, "I just don't know!" 

"We could all wear pink dresses," Karen offers. "Crown emoji. Then we're, like, matching, but not matching enough to be totally cringe, teeth emoji." 

Was that English?  Cady asks herself desperately as Regina and Gretchen mull that over. Cady decides to pipe up with a, "The pink one did really suit you, Gretchen."

"Really?" Gretchen asks. "It didn't make my stomach too noticeable?"

That's an issue?  Cady wonders. "I didn't think so." 

Gretchen shoots her a thankful smile and goes to try that one yet again. Her friends all nod when she pulls the curtain open and steps out to reveal the tight watermelon pink dress. It has long tulle sleeves, which seems to make Gretchen a bit more comfortable in it as well. 

"You look really pretty, Gretchen," Regina says. Cady and Karen nod in agreement. Gretchen sighs with a smile, the relief visible on her face as her turn is up. "My turn, bitches." 

Cady finds herself bracing as Regina takes her pile of dresses, wondering what circle of hell she's in for now. Regina is always the most demanding when they go shopping. She almost never picks her clothes herself. She leaves that for her lackeys, demanding a certain fashion and quality, and compliments on top of everything. 

Cady's definitely glad she made an exception today. Regina picked all her own dresses to try, so they just get to experience the hurricane of lace and satin they're about to be forced into. 

Hurricane is an understatement. Regina looks fantastic in everything, because of course she does. They quickly run out of compliments to shower her in. Things turn to, "Ooh!" or "Wow!" rather quickly. 

Cady feels like she's woken up from some kind of homecoming coma by the time Regina has tried on the last dress. She shakes her head to clear it when Regina sighs, "So which one?" 

"Uh... that one looks great," Cady says. 

"Yeah, your waist looks, like, so tiny!" Gretchen says eagerly. Karen just nods along like a little bobblehead. 

"Really?" Regina asks haughtily, whipping her blonde hair around to find a mirror. She puts her hands on her hips and does various poses in her fuchsia bodycon dress. 

"The, um... color really brings out your eyes," Cady agrees, trying to sound like she knows what she's talking about. Gretchen and Karen both nod again. "And your... hair." 

Regina looks at the mirror with a thoughtful pout on her face. "Eh, as long as guys are staring at me."

Oh, definitely, Cady thinks to herself. It's oddly reminiscent of the time she watched a snake eat a cow. The snake has more sequins than the one in Kenya did, though. Wait, is that rude?

"Your turn, Cades," Regina says with a wink. She heads to change back into her (arguably fancier) normal clothes, so Cady gathers her mound of dresses. 

"I don't have many pink ones," Cady says anxiously. Gretchen and Karen both take the ones that aren't at least pink-adjacent and give her the ones they have, since they're all close enough to the same size to get away with it. Cady is significantly shorter than the rest of them, but she thinks she'll be able to pull it off with a bit of tailoring if she needs to. 

The first dress she tries is awful. The material is glittery, and it has long sleeves. So itchy. It's so tight Cady can't even reach far enough behind her to zip it up all the way. She settles for zipping it as much as she can and just holding the neckline at the top for the same effect. 

"It's nice!" her friends say when she kicks the curtain open enough to wiggle through and show them. 

"It's really uncomfortable," Cady says, wiggling in a ditch attempt to get the itchy fabric off her skin. 

"Pick a different one, then. Can't have you squirming like you're about to piss yourself the whole night," Regina sighs, waving her back into the changing room. 

Cady can't quite hide how relieved she is as she turns around and practically rips the dress off her body. She stands there in her underwear for a split second to recover from the awful fabric before she grabs the next dress. 

The next few go about the same way, made of too-tight uncomfortable materials that Cady can hardly bear having on her body. Pink is also a tricky color for her to wear with her hair and complexion, so some of the shades simply don't suit her. All this makes for an... interesting homecoming dress shopping experience, to say the very least. 

She's down to the last four or so and getting more and more worried. What if she can't find anything? What will Regina do to her?

The next one she tries on is a tight strappy contraption and turns out to be so complicated that Cady gets tangled in the wrong parts of it for a solid three minutes. She takes it off without even showing her friends and places it firmly in the no pile. 

But the next one has promise.

She can get into it herself, which is a plus. She can even do the zipper up all the way. It's not saying much, since there's not much zipper in the first place, but it definitely helps. 

"This one, I don't even need to see the rest," Regina says when Cady pulls the curtain open to show it off. 

"Really?" Cady grins. All three of them nod eagerly and practically shove her over to the mirror so she can see for herself. Cady looks at herself, spinning from side to side to observe the dress from all angles. She does look beautiful. 

It's a baby pink, one that actually brings out the red of her hair in a nice way, with small gold sequins scattered around. The bodice is tight and dips into her cleavage in a way she's not the most comfortable with, but she decides she's into it. Her back is almost totally bare, so she'll have to figure something out in terms of a bra that won't show, but that's manageable. The skirt flares out and falls to just above her knee. She shakes her hips the slightest bit, and the swish factor is excellent. 

"I like it," Cady nods. "Are we done?" 

"No, it's time for shoes!" Gretchen squeals. 

Ah, hell.

—————

Aaron turns to look at her when she takes her seat behind him on Monday. "Hey."

"Hey," Cady grins. "How was your weekend?" 

"Not bad, not bad. My dad made me spend most of it at a football workshop thing, but it was less tedious than most of them are," Aaron replies. "How about you?"

"Oh, mine was pretty good too. I didn't really do much," Cady says, trying to find an appropriate amount of time to stare into his eyes. So shiny. 

"Uneventful weekends are always the best," Aaron says. Cady giggles and nods. 

"Definitely." 

Aaron chuckles as well. Cady can't help but smile at the sound. "So are you going to homecoming?"

"Yeah, Regina and Gretchen and Karen and I are all going together. Just, like, as friends," Cady says. "Are you?" Please say no, please say no. 

"Yeah," Aaron nods, flipping his swoopy hair out of his eyes. Cady tries not to swoon. "Couple buddies of mine couldn't land any dates, so we're just going as a group too." 

"That's cool," Cady says, squealing internally. He doesn't have a date. "I hope I see you."

"I'll save you a dance if you save one for me," Aaron says with a wink. Cady flushes bright pink and nods eagerly. 

"I will."

"Cool," Aaron grins. Cady tries to stop blushing enough to grin back. 

"Cool," she squeaks.

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Janis and Cady agree to push their weekly tutoring session back a week. They've decided to spend twice as long the next Saturday working to make up for it. 

Which means Cady has all day on Saturday to get ready for the dance. 

The dance starts at eight, but Cady's been instructed to be at Regina's house by eleven in the morning at the absolute latest. Apparently getting hot is an all day affair. 

Cady's knocking on the door at 10:45 just to be safe. Mrs. George pulls it open and practically drags Cady along with it. Cady stumbles into the house and gives Mrs. George her usual hug. "I like your tracksuit today, Mrs. Sabrina." 

"You do? Oh, thank you, honey! You're just the sweetest thing," Mrs. George replies. Cady's heart breaks the slightest bit at her eager response to a pretty basic compliment. "Well, I won't keep you too long. Regina's in her room getting everything set up for you guys."

"Thanks," Cady says, lugging her garment bag up the stairs and knocking on Regina's door. 

"What?!" a voice yells from inside. "Kylie, I swear to god!"

"It's Cady!" Cady calls back. 

"Oh," the voice says, quieter. The door opens in front of her, revealing a clearly tense Regina. "You don't have to knock, you know."

"Sorry. I didn't want to, like, barge in or anything. I didn't know if you were getting dressed or something," Cady says sheepishly. 

"Not like it matters. Not like you're some kind of lesbo," Regina shrugs. "Anyway, are you hungry? You should eat now so you won't later and look all bloated in your dress." 

"Oh, um... I guess I could go for some breakfast," Cady says, trying to seem casual about it. She actually hasn't eaten yet, so she's starving. But seeming too interested in eating isn't a good look. "If it's not too much trouble." 

"Yeah, whatever," Regina says. Cady winces as she suddenly shrieks at the top of her lungs. "Mommy!" 

Mrs. George is at the door in record time, slamming it open and stumbling into the room. "What's the matter? Ear piercing incident? Herpes?" 

What kind of family is this? Cady thinks desperately. Regina turns and looks at her mother with that sickly sweet grin Cady has gotten very used to being on the receiving end of. 

"Is there any breakfast left? Cady needs some," Regina coos. Her voice is almost unnaturally high, like she's talking to a young baby and not... her own mother. 

"Oh, of course! Let me whip something up really quick, I'll be right back!" 

"Thank you!" Cady calls as she goes running from the room at the same speed. "So... why do we have to be here so early?" 

"Because we need time to wash and style your hair, do all the skincare we need, do makeup, and last minute touch ups and hemming to our dresses, duh," Regina says. 

"Oh. I didn't think it was that involved," Cady says anxiously. 

"It takes work to look this good, Cady," Regina says. "If we aren't the hottest bitches at the dance, do you have any idea what would happen?" 

We wouldn't be the hottest bitches at the dance, Cady thinks immediately. Out loud, she just says, "Oh." 

"Once Gretch and K get here we can get started," Regina sighs, already primping in the mirror. She already has makeup on, even though her bed hasn't even been made yet. Cady wonders if anyone has ever actually seen her without makeup. "Lazy bitches."

"I'm sure they'll be here soon," Cady replies, almost defensively. 

"They'd better be," Regina huffs. "Where is my mom-"

"I can wait!" Cady interrupts as she sees Regina prepare to shout again. "It's totally fine. I, uh... have a quick metabolism. I shouldn't look too bloated in the dress." 

"I have a spare corset if you need one," Regina says. 

"We'll see," Cady replies. 

—-

Gretchen and Karen arrive about fifteen minutes later, rapidly trailed into the room by Mrs. George returning with Cady's plate. French toast and some mixed fruit.

"Thank you, Mrs. George," Cady says. 

"Oh, of course, honey! If you girls need anything you just let me know, okay?" 

"Okay, Mommy, out!" Regina says desperately. Mrs. George's face falls the slightest bit before she nods and backs out of the room, shutting the door behind her. 

Cady eats her breakfast while Regina starts washing Gretchen and Karen's hair in her shower. Karen comes out first, a shower cap over her hair and some green goop on her face. Gretchen follows after another few minutes, just as Cady is swallowing her last strawberry. 

"So have you seen any guys you think are cute, Cady?" is how Gretchen chooses to open a conversation. 

"What? Uh..." Cady stutters. "There's this guy in my calculus class, he's really cute. Aaron Samuels?" 

Gretchen makes some sort of squawking noise oddly reminiscent of some of the birds Cady got acquainted with in Kenya. "What?! No!"

"What do you mean?"

"Aaron is Regina's ex-boyfriend!" Gretchen says in shock. No. No, no, no! "He just broke up with her this summer."

"I thought she dumped him for Shane Oman," Karen pipes up absentmindedly. Cady feels her core go cold just at the mention of his name. Great taste, there, Regina. 

"Irregardless," Gretchen huffs. "Exes are off limits to friends. That's just, like, the rules of feminism!" 

"Um... okay," Cady says in confusion. No more talking about Aaron in public, got it. 

"Oh, but don't worry. I'll never tell Regina what you said," Gretchen says. "I'm great at keeping secrets. Like, Karen and I are dating and we haven't told anyone!"

"Gretchen!" Karen yelps. Cady's eyes go wide as Gretchen claps her hands over her mouth. 

"Hey, it's okay," Cady soothes as Gretchen's eyes well with tears. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. Secret for a secret. I'm happy for you guys." 

"Really?" Gretchen asks, her voice wobbling. 

"Yeah, of course. I wouldn't do anything like that," Cady promises. "Your secret is safe with me." 

"Thank you," Karen murmurs as she pulls Gretchen into a hug to comfort her, carefully, so the stuff on their faces doesn't smear. 

"Cady! Come on, your turn!" Regina yells from the bathroom. Cady hops up and runs in, leaving Gretchen and Karen to have a moment to themselves. "Bend over."

"Huh?" 

"Did I stutter? Bend over. We gotta wash your hair," Regina huffs. 

"Oh," Cady says. She takes her hair out of the ponytail she had it in and shakes out her curls before she bends over Regina's very nice bathtub. Regina sets the water on and makes sure it's warm, checking it with her hand before she turns it on Cady and starts hosing her down. Cady flinches as the water hits her scalp and starts running down her auburn hair. "Ack." 

"Sorry," Regina says, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "Your hair is really soft."

"Thanks," Cady says. "It smells nice in here." 

"My shampoo," Regina replies. That explains it. 

Regina massages some into Cady's roots and leaves it for a few minutes before rinsing it out, once again with absolutely no warning. She follows it with something in a tub Cady can't read from this angle, raking it through the ends and harshly ripping apart a few tangles. Cady winces and tries not to say anything at the tearing sound of her hair or the harsh pulling at her scalp. Beauty is pain. 

Regina is quick if she's anything. Cady can't have been in for more than two minutes before Regina is twisting her hair around itself, clipping it to the top of her head, and covering the lot in a shower cap. "Hair mask. Holds in the moisture." 

"Cool," Cady says. Regina snorts. 

"Sure. Alright, over here," she says, beckoning her to the sink. Cady looks in the very well-lit mirror and carefully adjusts the shower cap on her head. "Avocado or melon?"

"Hm? Um... melon, I guess," Cady says, thinking she's talking about a snack. She jumps as Regina approaches her face with some pink goop on a silicone brush. 

"What? It's just a face mask, it's not gonna bite you," Regina huffs. 

"Oh," Cady says. "Sorry, I've just never done one before." 

"Oh yeah," Regina says. "It'll make your skin softer. Makeup will go on smoother, blah blah blah. It's an important step. Now don't talk."

Cady listens, shutting her mouth firmly and allowing Regina to brush it over her face. She shuts her eyes when prompted and feels Regina brush more onto her forehead. 

"Okay, you're set. Tell Karen to come do me," Regina says, rinsing the brush off under the tap and screwing the lid back on the face mask. 

"Okay," Cady nods. She heads back out to the bedroom. Gretchen and Karen practically leap apart and put a sensible amount of distance between them. "Sorry, just me. Oh, and Regina wants you to help with her hair and stuff, Karen." 

Gretchen looked like she was about to stand when Cady mentioned Regina wanting someone, and her face falls when she says Karen's name. Karen just shrugs and heads into the bathroom, so Cady takes her spot sitting on Regina's bed. 

"Did Regina seem mad at me?" Gretchen asks as soon as Cady hits the mattress. "I'm always the one who does her hair."

"I don't think so. She's probably just stressed about today," Cady says, trying to comfort her. "I mean, you haven't done anything to upset her. I don't see why she'd be mad at you." 

"It's always something I miss," Gretchen says anxiously. "I'll just buy her something nice."

"I really don't think you have to. And you shouldn't have to, she's your friend," Cady says sadly. "Just try not to worry about it, tonight should be fun." 

"Okay," Gretchen says, her voice a mere squeak. "Yeah, okay." 

Cady gently squeezes her shoulder. "I got your back either way. I'll talk to her if she is mad, you don't have to worry." 

"Thanks, Cady," Gretchen says with a smile. 

"Of course." 

They both jump when Regina slams the bathroom door open and comes strutting out to the bedroom. Karen follows rapidly, returning to her perch on the bed. 

They all jump yet again when Regina's mother suddenly slams the other door open, rushing in with a pink book in one hand and a cocktail in the other. It's eleven thirty in the morning. 

"Regina, baby, before I forget! Look at what I found in the back of your closet the other day," she squeals, doing a weird mix between a dance and a walk over to her daughter. 

"Why were you in my closet?" Regina demands. 

"I was just admiring your dress," her mother says. "Keeps me young. Anyway, I found your... Burn Book!" 

"No way!" Gretchen and Karen squeal. They both rush up to gently take the book from her hand and start flipping through it. 

"Oh, Cady, this was just the funniest thing they did a few ye-"

"Out, Mom!" Regina insists, pointing to the door.

"You got it, baby! Have fun, let me know if you-" Mrs. George says as she scurries back to the door. Regina glares at her, so she jumps straight to a, "Bye." and shuts the door behind her. 

"Cady, come look," Karen says, beckoning her over with a wave. 

"We cut out people's pictures from the yearbook and wrote in comments," Gretchen says. They flip to the first page. "Trang Pak is a grotsky little beeyotch."

Cady's met Trang Pak. They have history class together and she's on the junior varsity cheer squad. She doesn't know what grotsky or beeyotch mean, but it doesn't sound like anything good. Cady frowns. Trang doesn't speak all that much English, but she's really nice. 

"Still true," Regina titters as she's doing something to her eyebrows at her vanity. Gretchen flips to the next page. 

"Dawn Schweitzer is a fat virgin."

"Still half true." 

Cady knows Dawn, too. Dawn is one of her bases in cheer, and she's always nice to her. She's frowning and thinking so hard she almost misses them reading the next page. "Janis Sarkisian, space dyke. Oh my god, I forgot about that!" 

Almost. 

Cady feels her heart skip a beat. What does that mean? 

"Who's that?" Karen asks, pointing to the page. Cady takes the excuse to peek over their shoulders at the photo. 

It's Janis a few years younger, maybe a freshman. Her hair is much blonder, less of the roots having grown in. She's also wearing what Cady recognizes as her infamous army jacket. Janis said she had been working on painting it for a few years, and she can see it as a work in progress in the photo. She has her arm around Damian, smiling at the camera, but Janis' eyes are... empty, almost. 

"That's that kid Damian, remember?" Gretchen says. "He's one of Cady's bases." 

"Yeah, he's almost too gay to function," Cady laughs affectionately, quoting what Janis told her a few weeks ago. She loves Damian. 

Regina whirls around in her chair. "That's really funny." 

"Oh, I didn't mean that in a bad way, I-"

"No, put that in," Gretchen insists, handing over the book. Regina passes her a Sharpie, so Cady hesitantly scrawls the comment with an arrow pointing to Damian. "Oh, and put in that stuff about Ms. Norbury, too! I'll get her picture. The Book is great for venting."

"Karen, we should rinse you out now," Regina says. Karen scrambles to her feet with a nod and runs to the bathroom while Gretchen cuts Ms. Norbury's photo out of the yearbook. 

The moment is over, but Cady stares at the drying ink in the book. She tries not to think too hard about what she's done as she closes it and rests it on the velvet seat at the foot of Regina's bed. 

—-

Before Cady totally knows what's happened, her hair is rinsed and brushed and braided up and her face mask is cleaned off and she's being patted dry with cushy towels. 

"How do you want your makeup?" Regina asks as she dabs some preparatory skincare onto Cady's face.

Cady thinks for a second. Aaron dated Regina at some point. Some point recently. Maybe Regina is the kind of girl he likes. She can't be with him directly, but nothing says she can't try. "I dunno, like yours?" 

"Gotcha," Regina says. Cady braces for another whirlwind as Regina taps varying products over her cheeks and swipes blush on with itchy brushes and puts on more layers of eyeshadow than Cady thinks an average girl would apply in her lifetime. 

Within an hour, she's done, and her spot is vacated to make room for Karen. Gretchen gasps when she gets a good look at her in full glamorous makeup for the first time. "Oh, Cady, you look so pretty!"

"Thanks," Cady smiles. "Is it supposed to itch this much?" 

"Yeah, just don't scratch," Gretchen chuckles. "Look." 

She grabs a handheld mirror from Regina's vanity and holds it out so Cady can check herself out without being in anyone's way. Cady takes it and turns her head from side to side to see herself. 

It's almost reminiscent of her cheerleading makeup, with less blue and other bright colors. Her eyeshadow is gold to match the sequins on her dress. It's packed on so thick Cady can't really open her eyes all the way, which apparently makes her look sexier. Somehow. 

Again, her freckles are totally covered, packed away beneath a thick layer of foundation. Light bronzer makes her look less dead, and blush gives her cheeks an admittedly adorable rosiness. The lipstick is natural looking, which Cady is thankful for. Her lips but better, as Regina explained. 

Her look is very similar to all three of her friends', which Cady supposes really solidifies their whole group motif situation. They look nice, even if they all do look like clones of each other. 

Regina is more okay with her mother taking pictures of them this time. Cady thinks she understands the point of dances now that she's all decked out in her fancy makeup and pretty dress. 

"Look at those fly bitches!" Mrs. George coos as she snaps an unfathomable amount of pictures in just a few seconds. "Oh, you girls look so beautiful!" 

"Thanks, Mrs. George," Gretchen, Karen and Cady all say. Regina just smiles the slightest bit wider in response. 

"Just one more!" Mrs. George says. "Okay, I'll let you go. Cady, honey, do your parents have Facebook? Instagram? Marco Polo?" 

"Uh... I don't think so. But I can give you their phone numbers," Cady replies. 

"That'll work," Mrs. George nods eagerly. She hands over her sequined-cased phone that's almost too big for Cady to hold and lets her enter her parents' numbers. "I'll get those sent off. You girls have fun! And remember to use protection!"

"Mom!" Regina groans. "Bye!"

"Bye!"

"We got a limo?" Cady asks in awe as Regina pulls open the door to the fancy vehicle. 

"You picked the right lunch table, Cady," Regina smirks. 

————-

"Whoa," Cady says when they step into the school. The theme for homecoming this year is loosely based on a casino. One of the PTA parents is working a 'bar' and serving up alcohol free cocktails, with others working blackjack tables and other 'gambling' events. 

"Good evening, ladies, would you care for some gambling money?" Principal Duvall greets, offering little goody bags of Monopoly money and poker chips so they can participate in the events. 

"No, thanks," Regina hums haughtily before any of the others can speak up. They walk further in, making their way to the gym where the main dance is set up. "I'll never understand why they come up with those bullshit themes. People are here to dance and find people to hook up with, not for a cheap impersonation of Vegas." 

"Yeah," Gretchen scoffs. She listens for a second before she squeals, "Oh my god, it's our song!" 

Someone grabs Cady's hand and hauls her towards the dance floor, so Cady runs along so she doesn't roll an ankle on these absurdly high heels.

She's surprised to see Regina dancing too. Regina said she only dances to slow songs so she doesn't sweat. Maybe one song is okay for her. 

Cady doesn't know how she should dance. She danced to the music the people in the villages played in Kenya, or whatever her parents managed to get their hands on in terms of CD's. But the only people around for hundreds of miles back then were her parents and a few isolated villagers, and they're much less judgmental than American high schoolers. 

She tries her best to follow along with her friends' movements. Before she knows it, the song is done. She's slightly out of breath, but she's having fun. 

"Alright, I'm gonna go sit down," Regina says. "Later, bitches." 

"I'm gonna go too, but I'll find you guys in a minute, okay?" Cady asks. 

"Yeah, of course!" Karen says. "Have fun."

"You too! You guys deserve it," Cady says. "I'll be back."

Cady goes to lean against the nearby wall and people watch. For the budget they have, the school is remarkably well decorated. Lots of red streamers and gold confetti scattered around. Cady takes a moment to breathe and try to get used to the thumping bass and blaring music playing through the loudspeakers. The lights are both too dark and too bright at the same time, and Cady's already totally overwhelmed by it all. And her feet already hurt in her shoes.

She screams the slightest bit when someone slides up next to her with a, "Hey."

"Aah! Oh, Aaron! Hi!" she says. "You look so nice!" Hold me 'til the pain goes away, pleasepleaseplease. 

"You do too. This dress looks amazing on you," Aaron replies, looking Cady up and down with a small smile. 

"Thank you," Cady replies. "How are your friends?"

"I dunno, they all abandoned me as soon as we got here," Aaron says, leaning against the wall next to her with a small but adorable pout. 

"That's rude," Cady frowns. "They shouldn't just ditch you like that."

"Nah, they're fine. I get to do my own thing this way," Aaron shrugs. "Like come talk to you." 

"Then I'm glad they ditched you," Cady grins, turning her head to look at him. "God, these shoes are the worst!" 

"They look painful," Aaron acknowledges with a grimace. "I thought you looked taller."

"Four inches taller," Cady grumbles, rubbing the ball of her sore foot. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I never understood why girls wear those," Aaron says with a shake of his head. "Probably best to keep them on, though, god knows what's gonna be on this floor tonight."

"Ew," Cady whimpers. "Thanks for the tip, though."

"Anytime," Aaron chuckles. "Hey, uh... do you wanna dance?" he asks, offering her a hand. Cady grins and smooths down the skirt of her dress before she takes it.

"I would love to." 

Aaron leads her out to the dance floor. Cady wishes she'd had the foresight to request a slow song, but she'll take the upbeat poppy one playing if it means she gets to dance with the boy of her dreams. 

Dancing is a bit of a loose descriptor. They're actually just jumping up and down to the beat of the song, or as close to it as they can be fussed to get. Their hands are still linked, and Cady boldly shifts to twine their fingers together. Aaron pulls her hand to his lips and kisses her knuckles, making Cady blush furiously beneath her wide smile. 

They both deflate a bit when the song ends, pausing their dancing and looking at each other. 

"Can I tell you something?" Cady murmurs. 

"Yeah, of course. Anything," Aaron replies gently. "What is it?" 

"I really-"

"What?!" Aaron yells as another song picks up. Cady sighs. Maybe now isn't the right time. 

"Never mind," she says. "I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?"

"Nah, thanks. I'll be here!" Aaron says, starting to dance like a madman once again. Cady giggles at his antics and heads over to the drinks table. 

"I wouldn't drink that," a voice says as she pours herself a cup of punch. Cady whirls around in shock, and smiles when she sees Janis. "Already been spiked. Stick with water if you don't want a wilder night than I think you're expecting." 

"Thanks," Cady replies with a grateful smile, leaving the cup on the table for someone who wants a buzz to take. Janis nods, but when Cady looks up after pouring herself some water, she's gone. 

She finds out why when Regina is there instead. "Why were you talking to her?" 

"I wasn't, she was here when I got here," Cady says. "I think she spiked the punch with something."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Regina hums, leaning casually against the bleachers. "She's probably planning some big lesbian orgy and trying to get everyone drunk."

"Probably," Cady agrees. It never gets easier, talking about one of the only decent people she knows like that.

"So how're things going with Aaron? I saw you two talking earlier," Regina says, a glint of something in her eye. 

"You're not mad?" Cady asks sheepishly. "I know you... I mean, uh... that he just broke up with you. That must've been hard." 

"Oh my god, of course I'm not mad," Regina says, seeming aghast at the mere suggestion. "I'm, like, totally over him. If you want... I could talk to him for you." 

"You'd do that?" Cady asks. 

"Of course! We're friends, aren't we?" 

"Thank you so much, Regina," Cady says, sagging in relief. "Just don't say anything totally embarrassing, please?"

"I gotcha. I'll go right now," Regina hums, pushing off the wall and strutting in Aaron's direction. Cady hastily pours herself another cup of water and chugs it all in one go. 

She tries not to make it too obvious that she's watching them, not wanting to seem like a total creeper. She does give a small, shy wave when both Aaron and Regina look in her direction, but beyond that she doesn't risk anything beyond an occasional glance. 

Cady is confused when they seem to be getting closer together every time she looks their way. 

Her worst fears are realized when she looks up and sees they're no longer there. She looks around the gym, trying to see where they've gone, and finds them on the dance floor. Regina is practically wrapped around Aaron, her arms linked behind his neck and his hands dangerously low on her hips. Regina meets Cady's eyes, a mocking, knowing look in her own before she pulls Aaron down for a kiss. 

Cady blinks back tears that threaten to spill and turns around, dropping her cup behind her. The water splashes onto her shoes, but she doesn't care. All she can think about is getting out. 

She runs out of the gym and out of the building, ending up on a small staircase that's meant to be a fire escape. She leans against the railing and breaks down. 

She should've known. Regina would have never volunteered to do something like that for her without expecting something in return. Without a catch. And what a catch she's gotten. 

Of course Aaron would pick Regina over her. Of course he'd pick the girl he's been with before, the one with experience, the one he knows. The pretty one, the hot one, the tall one, the... everything one. 

Cady is nothing. 

She's not sure how long she's out there, feeling the brisk wind against her bare arms and listening to the birds who have been brave enough to stick around this late into autumn. The one benefit of it being so chilly is that the sky is clearer. 

Cady looks up at it, looking at the billions of stars surrounding her. They're not as comforting, anymore. Now they just make her feel small. Even more insignificant than she already felt. 

It's not like it really matters. She can barely see them through her tears, anyway. 

She about startles out of her skin when the door opens again behind her, whirling around in shock. 

Of course it's Janis. 

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," she says gently. She heads up next to her, leaning on her elbows against the railing and looking up at the sky with Cady. "Nice night."

"Yeah," Cady sighs, trying to keep the tremble from her voice. 

"You okay?" Janis asks lowly. "I know we don't... know each other all that well, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I just wanted to check, I guess."

"Regina... Regina took Aaron back," Cady sniffs. "She just took him back." 

Janis gasps gently, but it seems almost like that wasn't too surprising to her. "I'm sorry."

Cady doesn't know how to respond. It's not okay. Cady does care, a lot. She really likes Aaron. She is hurt. 

"It's not-not your fault," is what she settles on after a long beat. 

"Need a hug?" Janis murmurs gently. Cady nods, not even bothering to check for people who might see them before she sinks into an embrace with her... friend. She thinks she can call Janis that now. 

If she couldn't before, she definitely can after this. Janis just holds her close, gently but with the occasional squeeze. She doesn't even mention the tears and snot soaking into the shoulder of her very nice blazer. Janis seems totally unbothered by it. Content just to let Cady do what she needs to do. 

"Sorry," Cady sniffles when she pulls back. "I dunno where that came from. I'll get that dry cleaned for you."

"S'alright," Janis shrugs. "Don't worry about it. Hey, um... Damian and I were gonna ditch early and go get waffles, would you... maybe wanna come?" 

That sounds amazing, getting away from the too-loud music and lights that hurt her head. And away from her, most of all. But... 

"I can't," Cady says apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'd really like to, I just... can't... let her win. I can't let her ruin this night for me." 

"Dangerous game," Janis chuckles lowly. Something about it makes the hair on the back of Cady's neck stand up. It's... a warning. "Well, if you're staying, we should fix your makeup."

"Shit, I didn't bring any," Cady realizes. 

"Gimme two seconds," Janis says, hauling the heavy door back open and running inside. Cady waits, getting colder and more confused by the second. 

Janis returns, as promised, with Damian and a large bag of makeup in tow. Damian coos sadly when he sees Cady's tear-stained face. He gently pulls her into a hug and gives her a squeeze before he pulls her back to observe his canvas. 

"Theatre kid," Janis explains when he pulls out some makeup wipes and gets right to work. Cady lets him gently wipe off her ruined makeup and swipe on a quick replacement look. It looks similar enough to what she started with that she doesn't think anyone will be able to tell the difference. 

"Thanks," Cady says with a sniffle. Damian holds up a mirror so she can see herself. She almost likes this look better. The foundation he used is thinner, so her freckles actually show through, and her eyeshadow compliments her eye shape more than the old makeup did. "I love it." 

"Anytime. You sure you don't wanna come with us?" Damian asks. Cady nods.

"Some other time. But you guys have fun," she replies. She jumps as Damian spritzes her with some setting spray, coughing a bit as she accidentally inhales some. 

"Sorry." 

"It's okay," Cady giggles. "Thank you." 

"We gotcha," Janis says with a wink. "Knock 'em dead, Caddy." 

Cady wraps her in another hug, squeezing her so so tightly in thanks. Janis squeezes her back before she turns her around and sends her back into the gym with a pat to her shoulder. 

Cady heads right back to the drinks table and grabs yet another cup of water. She chugs it, making extra sure not to smudge the very nice lipstick Damian applied. 

Cady feels better once the ice cold water is settled in her stomach. She walks over to Gretchen and Karen, who are taking a break from the dancing to sit on the bleachers and people watch. "Hey!" 

"Hey!" they reply, beckoning her over to sit with them. 

"I saw Regina with Aaron," Gretchen says. "Are you okay?"

"Oh my god, of course!" Cady says like it's obvious. I've never been less okay in my life, Gretchen, but thanks. "She must've, like, really wanted him back if she was willing to take him like that. I'm glad they're working their stuff out. Do you guys wanna go dance?" 

"Uh... sure," Karen agrees. She seems to catch on to Cady's odd demeanor more than Gretchen does, but wisely doesn't bring it up. 

Gretchen and Karen follow her back to the dance floor. Both of them squeal when the next song comes on, some upbeat pop song both of them love but Cady doesn't recognize. She dances along anyway. 

She looks over her shoulder at Regina as she holds hands with Gretchen and Karen and dances around. Regina has a challenging look, almost a glare, in her eyes. Waiting to see Cady's response, what she'll do, what she dares to try. 

So Cady just smiles. 

To anyone else watching, it's a friend smiling at a friend. But Cady knows. Regina knows. A smile can be a threat. 

This one says you may have won the battle, but I will win the war. 

A declaration. 

May the best girl win.

————-

hope you enjoyed!!

here's the links to everyone's dresses! the colors aren't exactly what i was envisioning for most of them but the styles are so just bear that in mind :

regina: https://www.lucyinthesky.com/shop/giulia-square-neck-dress-in-pink-sequins

gretchen: https://www.lucyinthesky.com/shop/doe-power-mesh-long-sleeve-dress-in-purple

karen: https://www.elliewilde.com/ellie-wilde/fall-2020/ew22018s

cady: https://www.promgirl.com/shop/dresses/viewitem-PD2420297

have a lovely day!

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #regina george #gretchen wieners #karen smith #aaron samuels #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #picking teams

[izzy-b-hands]

Steddyhands. A staring contest. 1717 era Dale Gribble who has passed on the ancient knowledge of Pocket Sand. And Roach doesn't get paid enough for the doctoring he does for these fools.

TW for eye injury in the form of badly dried eyes. Nothing graphic, just stupid because they're old enough to know better.

---

"This is hands down the stupidest thing you two have done," Stede sighed. "And that isn't a short list!"

"Yeah, because you helped add things onto it with us," Izzy said, tears streaming down his face.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Stede asked. "It looks like it hurts by now."

"It's fine," Izzy replied. "I'm winning this."

"Hardly," Ed said through a light whimper. "You're the one who should have his glasses on anyway."

"What the fuck does my needing glasses have to do with a staring contest?"

"Strain is bad for your eyes, you'll need them even more now!" Ed replied. "Playing the long game."

"I'm not going to beg you two again to come to bed," Stede sighed. "Honestly though, would you both please-"

They both shook their heads fiercely.

"Fine, I give up," Stede said. "I'm going to bed."

"You're our ref; you can't leave," Izzy said.

"We might cheat otherwise," Ed added.

Stede pinched the bridge of his nose. "You mean lose? Because you either blink or you don't, so you win or you lose. How on earth do you cheat at a staring contest?"

"Pocket Sand," Izzy and Ed said in one voice.

Stede blinked, pinched harder, and sat back down in between them. "Okay, fine. Uh... battle, I guess."

"Never stopped," Ed said.

"Are you two implying you always have sand in a pocket for this specific scenario?" Stede asked. "I wasn't going to think about it more, but here I am."

"Never know when you'll need it," Izzy said.

Stede rested his head on the table, listening to the occasional pained whimper from them. The things he did for love.

--

"Captain-"

Stede lifted his head, drool staining the sleeve of his dressing gown. "What?"

Olu snickered. "Good morning! How was last night?"

"Olu...Olu... they're so stubborn..."

Olu laughed. "I know. We finally made them stop after they both tried blinking, and realized it hurt."

"For fuck's sake," Stede grumbled. "I should have forced them to bed."

"No, they made their choices," Olu said. "Anyway, they're laying down in your quarters, water and cool cloths and some soothing drops Roach made up on hand. Per Roach: no sun exposure or really any use of the eyes at all for the next day or two, til they start feeling better."

"So you're locking them in until they feel better?"

"Actually we just barricaded the door out front so you could still get in as needed. Plus that lock has been broken for weeks."

Stede pondered all he and Ed and Izzy had gotten up to the past few nights, the door that he thought had been properly locked to prevent any unexpected visitors.

"I know what you're worrying about right now, but don't," Olu smiled. "The three of you are loud enough we know when not to drop by."

"Apologies," Stede blushed.

"No, it works as a system," Olu said. "Besides, I'm sure you three can hear everyone else."

Stede chuckled. "What, you're all taking advantage of our being noisy to be as loud as you like yourselves?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Olu replied. "Like I said, it works well."

Stede nodded. "Did you not try and get me to bed too?"

"You were out hard," Olu said. "Figured it best to let you stay asleep. However, it is your turn on the roster to go play nursemaid for your two staring contest champs-"

"Who won?"

Olu laughed again. "You three are made for each other."

"So no one won?"

Olu nodded as he walked back out to the deck, still giggling.

--

"So what did we learn?" Stede asked as he used a dropper to get some of the drops into Ed's eyes.

"That those contests need a time limit."

"That-" Stede paused. "You know what, good enough. And maybe not another one for a good while, hm?"

"He already challenged me to a rematch," Izzy said, draping a new freshly cooled and damp cloth over his eyes. "And I accepted."

"I would expect nothing less," Stede shook his head. "Neither of you actually threw sand in each other's eyes, right?"

Silence.

"You would have been honest and told Roach so he could address that, right?"

More silence. Ed was still blinking away the extra from the drops, running down his face onto the fabric of Stede's couch.

"Oh boys," Stede sighed. "I'll be back. You know Roach is going to scold you both."

"Sort of why we didn't tell him," Izzy mumbled.

Stede nodded. "I know. Rest until I get back. And for fuck's sake, don't do anything else to fuck up your eyes."

He stepped out, barricading the door again, just in case either or both of them got bold.

It was only after a moment of silence that Ed and Izzy let themselves speak again.

"Do you think that means he won't ref the next contest?"

"I don't think he will," Ed sighed. "Buttons would though."

"Buttons! Ah, we could have let Stede go on to bed last night if we'd thought to ask Buttons first."

"Next one, we'll ask him. Think Stede would enjoy plain spectating more."

"I don't know that he would."

"...yeah, maybe not."

#text post #ofmd fic #steddyhands #my fave plot for an ot3 in which two get up to some shit and three is pulled in purely because They're My Idiots aksnfkgm #real talk tho from an eye clinic employee lubrication for the eyes is v important pls don't do super extended staring contests #like these dorks lmaooo

[sunny6677]

THE AUDIO LOGS OF ANDREW HUDSON.

SUMMARY: The following are real audio tapes of tapes left by an animator at the forgotten studio Joey Drew Studios. Please ensure that you are ready to listen with these with caution, dear listener. What you may hear may cause you to never want to hear again. What you may picture may make you never want to see again. Please be aware of the consequences you may have if you do not have permission to listen to these tapes. If not permitted, then [REDACTED]. You have been warned.

(This is fiction btw, so no worries-- I know some people with anxiety issues might think this is real so this is just a clarification.)

TW FOR CHAPTER/TAPE: NONE.

TW FOR SERIES: MANIPULATION, TRANSFORMATION, UNHEALTHY MINDSET, OBSESSIONS, CULTS, CULT MENTIONS, MURDER, IMPLIED SEXUAL TRAUMA, OUTBURSTS, DRUGS.

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TAPE #12

THE VOICE OF SAMMY LAWRENCE & ANDREW HUDSON.

A FEW HOURS AFTER THE 11TH TAPE, 1933.

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A: "Heyyy! Mr. Sammy!"

S: "Hm?... Oh, great.. what do you want?"

A: "Hey, man, relax! I just heard about ya from Walls— so I wanted to check ya out myself. No need to sweat it just cuz I walked up to ya."

S: "Well, anytime you walk near me, I either can't concentrate or something goes wrong. So do you really think I'm not going to freak out when.. you just come randomly waddling up to me like some kind of—"

A: "Hey, jeez, cool it! Ya say that like I killed your entire family or somethin'. What are ya workin' on anyway? Is it another tune?"

S: "Yes, that was exactly what I was working on before you came in and rudely interrupted me. Now if you don't mind, could you please leave before i—"

A: "Notorious Notes.. this another song for Susie? Huh. Guess I just didn't get to animate the musical number for today then. How long've you been workin' on this one for?"

S: [SIGHS] "About 30 minutes.. and I can't get the melody right if your just standing right next to me, creepily watching over my shoulder. So are you just gonna keep staring at me like an absolute baboon or will you leave?"

A: "Ehhh.. well, I kinda wanna see what ya have down so far. Ya mind if I take a look at it?"

S: [SIGHS AGAIN, BUT HARSHER THIS TIME.] "Well, if it gets you to leave, then fine. Just.. let me work when your done, please."

A: "Alrighty, pal, alrighty."

[WHAT SOUNDS LIKE PAPER SOUNDS AS IF IT IS BEING PICKED UP BY SOMEONE, PRESUMABLY ANDREW. FOR ABOUT A MINUTE, IT GOES COMPLETELY SILENCE, ONLY THE AMBIENCE OF MUFFLED CONVERSATIONS BEING HEARD.]

A: "Damn, nice! No wonder your the head composer here, this shits total fire! I'm sure it's gonna sound even greater with Susie singin' this shit. Ya could be the next beethoven with this shit, buddy."

S: "Oh, don't call me that.. will you leave now? I can't concentrate with you in the room."

A: "Hmm, okay— but one more thing before I leave ya here though."

S: "Ohh... what is it?"

A: "Ya seem real cool, man! We should hang out some time! Maybe ya could be less of a dick to Walls though? From what he said about ya, you kinda sounded mean almost—"

S: "And now that damn janitor is saying things about me. Great, just great.. just wait til Joey hears about this, maybe he'll add more corrections to my work even though it isn't his.. maybe he'll even start paying me less salary! Yeah, because my day always turns out less—"

A: "Err.. what?"

S: "N— Nothing, just.. go."

A: "Ya— ya sure? Ya kinda went on a tangent there, buddy—"

S: "I said it's nothing. Now go. Leave!"

A: "Jesus, fine! Didn't mean to piss ya off there— see ya then, i guess."

[THE DOOR SOUNDS AS IF IT CLOSES.]

S: "Good.. he's finally left. Now you can get back to your work. Maybe if you work hard enough this time, Joey won't call your work a failure, Sammy. You know what he could do if he ends up hating this song.."

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NOTES: NONE.

#batim #batdr #batim x oc #read the tws #sammy lawrence #sammy lawrence batim #sammy lawrence batdr #andrew hudson