#the guy with the cool earrings is Juno

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter Sixteen: If I Ever Did Believe —✧

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Chapter warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of death, that’s it.

Authors note: I know this has been sooooo long guys, but one more chapter and we’re done! Don’t forget to like comment and leave requests, they are still open😉 enjoy!!

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For the past week, I had been staying with Kenny and his kind family. After Kenny was released from the hospital, I made a promise to help take care of him. He didn’t want me too, but who cares, I don’t listen to anyone.

Most nights had occurred the way today had. Kenny, Karen and I bunched together in the living room, watching movies as Karen did my hair, or painted my nails, or did my makeup.

“This color is perfect for you Juno.” Karen said kindly, smiling at me as she painted my nails.

“Aww thanks carebear.” I replied, smiling at her.

“You two are insufferable.” Kenny grumbled, turning the tv volume up even louder to try and drown out the talking.

“Shut up and eat your potatoes.” Juno hissed, making Kenny look back with a fake smile, as he batted his eyelashes at her.

“I can’t, can you feed them to me mama?” He teased, making me roll my eyes at him as I shoved him lightly.

“Shut up you ass hole.”

“Juno!” Kenny yelled, holding two hands over my stomach as best as he could with his cast, pretending to cover the baby’s ears. “Language! Not infront of the baby.”

“Oh shut up.”

“I can’t wait to be an aunt.” Karen said, a wide smile on her face, he eyes lit up from the look of my stomach.

“You’re gonna be a great one too Karen.” Kenny said, pulling her into him happily.

“I think it’s gonna be a girl.” She said excitedly. She held her nail polish out, smiling as she waved it excitedly before continuing my nails. “And I’m gonna do her nails, and her hair.”

“You think it’s gonna be a girl? I was thinking a boy.” I exclaimed, watching as she concentrated on my nails.

“I think it’s a girl. It’s my aunt powers you know?” I nodded, unable to argue with her reasoning.

“Of course.”

“You’re gonna look so beautiful for the baby when she’s born.” Karen cheered, referring to my hair that she was now doing.

“All thanks to you Karenn…” my words were interrupted with a groan. “Ugh, god.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Kenny asked nervously, jumping up from his spot at my discomfort.

“More false contractions. Pissing this kid off to no end, they won’t stop kicking me.” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes shut at the sting.

“Can, can I feel?” Karen asked, making me smile. I grabbed her hand, placing it where the baby had just kicked.

“Of course.”

“Woah. That’s so cool.” She whispered, causing me to turn to Kenny with a smile.

“I know. I can never keep my hands away anymore.” He exclaimed, placing his hand beside Karen’s.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered.

“I’m not gonna lie you guys this is really nice.” Kenny said, smiling around at Karen and I.

“Yeah.”

“Me and my best girls.” Kenny said, putting a hand on my stomach. “You two little cutie.” He whispered, rubbing gently over my bump.

“I’m telling you it’s a boy.” I teased, making Kenny scoff.

“Ah, my sister’s always right.” He said, high diving with Karen before pulling her to his side, letting her snuggle into him as we turned our attention to the movie.

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Liane Cartman passed away a week after we came back from the cabin. It was strange actually, Kyle and I had gone to visit with flowers the night Cartman got back from the hospital. I think she may have known something was coming, she was always a smart woman. That night we talked and talked, more than I may have ever spoken with Liane in my life. She went peacefully, Cartman said she was sleeping when it happened. Her funeral was the next day, almost all of South Park was there.

It was as quiet as it could’ve been in the morning, the only sound being the chirping of birds that flew around. Blue jays, to be more specific. Eric had always told me that he loved blue jays. He loved them because of her. Whenever we’d go over to Eric’s house, Ms.Cartman would always boast about the bird feeder outside. How the blue jays would show up.

I love blue jays now too.

“I’m so sorry Eric.” I mumbled, quiet to try and keep the peace that Liane left behind. Eric shrugged as I placed a hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s life isn’t it?” He replied shortly, making Kyle drown at his words.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be upset.” Kyle said.

I turned to face Eric as he looked at me. He frowned, and soon that frown turned into a cry, and he was hiding his face in my chest. I couldn’t do anything but hug him back.

It was an odd sight, to comfort Eric. Usually he’d be making snarky comments as someone else comforted me. But it was nice, sad, but nice seeing that Eric was human too. And like all humans, grief stings.

“You stay with us now, yeah? That way you aren’t alone.” I suggested, pulling away as Eric whipped his eyes on his sleeve.

“I can’t do that. You guys need space.” He argued, making me shake my head.

“No, Eric really. We’re moving into the barn with Stan. Gonna renovate and redecorate for the baby.” I explained, smiling at him softly.

“We’d be more than happy for you to live with us.” Kyle joined, smiling at him as well.

“You guys have shown me way more kindness than I deserve.” Eric said, letting out a shaky smile as I rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

“Everyone deserves love Eric. Even you.” Kyle said, shoving Eric lightly, making him chuckle.

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“This is the crib.” Stan said, holding up a large cardboard box with Kenny on the other end, slightly out of breath from having carried it all the way from the car. I smiled, pointing to the spot I wanted it placed.

“Oh, perfect. Over there by the rocking chair.” I explained, making Stan sigh as he and Kenny carried it to the corner.

We had finally been able to move into the barn. Dad was giving the spot up, to nit tempt any future farming plans, and besides, now we wouldn’t bug my parents with the baby. We were having a baby, Kyle and I figured we needed a place to stay. Now, even better, Stan was moving with us. And so was Kenny, and now Cartman. I wasn’t gonna say I was excited, but damn I was so excited.

“You know, if you know where everything goes why don’t you carry a box in?” Stan whined, making me roll my eyes, handing him the small box I carried as I gestured to my large stomach.

“Because, Stanley, I happen to be with child.” I replied sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah, right, how could I forget.”

“This is crazy. This is so crazy! I mean we’re actually living together.” Kenny cheered excitedly, Kyle smiling at me as he came to wrap an arm around my waist.

“I know right? This has been our dream since we were kids.” Kyle exclaimed as I snuggled into his side.

“I can’t believe your dad let us take the barn.” Kenny said as Stan and I looked at each other.

“Neither can we.” We both chuckled as we responded in unison.

“It’s good though, he’s finally ready to let tegridy go.” Stan couldn’t help but smile as he said that.

“Who knows, maybe we can plant his left over…” Stan and I both quickly interrupted Kenny before he could finish.

“No!” We both shouted, making Kenny hold his hands up in defense.

“I was gonna say his left over fruits and veggies. Calm down guys.”

“Sorry. Just uh, traumatizing.” I laughed nervously, shaking my head to redirect the conversation. “Alright so, Kyle and I have the room next to the nursery, so that means, Stan upstairs, Kenny downstairs and Cartman…”

“I can take the couch, it’s fine.” Cartman said quickly, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous Eric.”

“No really, it’s not much harm.”

“Eric, stop. You’re living here, with us. We want you here, with us. This room is for you.” Kyle explained, shaking Eric’s hand. I couldn’t hold back the tears that pricked in my eyes any longer, and Kyle turned to me with a frown.

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay.” He said, pulling me closer to him. I grabbed his hand with a tearful smile.

“No, I know. I’m just so happy right now.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Oh, Juno absolutely wishes he could be as cool as Jet Siquliak is. I remember that I read CatSteppingOnAKeyboard's fics and one where Buddy and then Rita would help Jet do his hair in two braids and from there everything spiralled. I also like to imagine Jet with cool hairstyles and earrings and such because I feel like I don't give enough attention to Jet and Buddy and Vespa and Rita (but Jet specifically) the way I do Juno and Nureyev.

Juno upon first meeting the Big Guy is caught between "I wanna climb him like a tree" and "God Dammit he's so cool it's unfair" and eventually it settles into the latter.

Jet rides a hoverbike. He drives the Ruby7 like a pro. He has a brown leather jacket. He gets the coolest, bangiest one liners in the series. He's cool without question.

#revealing the truth on how much a fraud i actually am: the last penumbra fic i read beginning to end was from fflyhigher #aka rubysteenageyears aka rye #im deep in disco hell still and im also working on my own penumbra fics #i really should get back into reading penumbra fics #jet tattoo anon #but yeah anon that tends to happen in the fandom. im guilty of focusing more on juno and peter

[harrysmimi]

No More Hiding

Synopsis: One where YN joins Harry at his first Venice Film Festival

CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.

Ps. Not proof read. Hihi.

More of my work

Harry was sat on the sofa with Juno snuggled up on top of him watching YN on the TV. It was her Zane Lowe interview, and she isn't home as she's got more press to do. Juno was a bit under the weather so she was clinging on him, which he loved. He loves to snuggle with her, but hated that his baby is sick.

"Are you going to sleep now?" He asked caressing her silky brown hair. Her hair is the only thing which she got from her mother, she just looks like him. Juno just nodded in no as she stared at her mother on the TV.

"Mummy!" She sighed, but in excitement.

"Yeah, that's your mummy." He smiled.

"Pwetty." Juno smiled. She can say quite a few words and Pretty is one of her favourite one to say.

She'd call her breakfast pretty when asked if she likes it, she's call her toys pretty, her dad and mum pretty.

"Oh she is very pretty, isn't she?" Harry chuckled softly. He doesn't blame her, he's head over heels for the girl on his TV too. "But you're the prettiest." He booped her nose, "don't tell mummy tho."

He looked back to the TV, watch hi wife and baby mama talk about her new project, she seems so proud of.

"When Taylor messaged me on Instagram about this song, I kinda sorta might have pissed my pants." YN chuckled answering Zane Lowe's question. "I'm gonna use my pregnancy as an excuse, here. But she wrote this whole paragraph about how she likes my music and congratulated me for the Grammys, and that she has this song on Reputation she wanted to collaborate with me." She let out a squeal.

"I can't believe it even happened. Reputation, is hands down my favourite album. I ate my husband's ears out for like the whole time I was working on this project with Taylor." She looked like a child at a candy store.

"I'm gonna assume you had a great time working with Taylor. Now you have a song on your new album of yours with her as well—it is an amazing song by the way, I love it—how did that came along? Did you guys sit down after finishing up song on Rep and decided to write another? Because you said you wrote this song after you were done recording the Rep song. What was the process?" Zane asked his elaborated questions.

"Oh I really did enjoyed working with her, especially when she's the first one I'm collaborating with. And thank you." YN admitted, "recording song on my album just happened really, I was just showing Taylor this song and she was like 'you know what? Let's finish it up.' that's how we wrote this song. She's been nothing but such an amazing friend!"

And the conversation about her music went on, they discussed every song on her new album as they were sat in her house in Australia. She was there for press. Harry and Juno were napping in their shared bedroom in the same house, so she could have this time and work without Juno running after her for everything.

"Your song Heaven is so, so, so, so— urgh I don't even know how to put it into words, but when I was listening to this song felt so loved in a way. My kids loves this song by the way, they say it feels like a lullaby." Zane shared.

"Yeah it is, I wrote it after I got to know I'm having a daughter. I can't even explain how special I felt knowing she chose me to be her mother. God it was so surreal." YN ranted, the radiance on her face from talking about her daughter was brighter than the sun itself, "I just couldn't fathom—in a cool way—that my baby is going to be a girl. I am sort of religious when it comes to this. It is said daughters bring good fortune and good luck and love and joy along with them and it does feel like that. My parents got four daughters and they say the same thing.  She's more attached to Harry I will say, that makes me jealous. But we're, we're on good terms."

Zane chuckled, "that's a beautiful thing." YN took in a deep breath knowing what question was coming forth her, "you never talked about your daughter, why so?"

"It was definitely to protect her from everything which comes with, with my career. I didn't felt like wanting to put her in lime light when she can't really understand what good and bad for her. When she's grown up maybe she'd want to be a part of what her parents do or she's maybe not to want to be part of this. And as much as I like social media, it is really one cruel place to be. Same came with my relationship, my husband and I did not wanted to talk about it openly mor did we wanted to hide, so that's that."

"No, I totally agree with you. Social media can have a bad influence most of the time." Zane said, "I've talked to Harry about it too in the past."

"Yeah, I've seen those interviews. You're really amazing by the way, best person I've been interviewed by ever. Thank you." YN praised Zane.

"Of course," he smiled at her compliment, "now we have this next song..." And they both diverted back to talking about her album. They still had 8 songs to talk about which were party and love songs.

Juno was up the entire interview. He put on Cocomelon for her, it helps her to to sleep somehow. To be honest he'd sleep watching that show too as to how boring he finds it.

"Oh we're watching Cocomelon?" It YN, she shut the door behind her as she took off her shoes. Juno's head shot up, as she climbed down the sofa leaving her dad in a heartbeat and waddled to her mother. "Hi baby love." YN gathered her in a warm hug as she scooped her from the ground, checking her fever with the back of her hand.

"Muma!" She smiled in content. YN just hugged her tighter. "Kissy." She held her mum's face in between her tiny hands as he pressed sloppy kiss on her mouth. She gets the face holding from her dad.

"I love you!" YN said, "more than you Papa, don't tell him though." She whispered the last part making Juno laugh cheekily.

"I heard that." Harry commented, "come here you two, now!"

"Demanding, aren't we?" YN said as she made her way to where her husband was sat.

Jumo held out her tiny pointer finger towards her dad, "Bad Papa!"

Harry gasped, "what did you just say!"

"No, Mummy!" She confided in her mum laughing.

"She isn't wrong." YN agreed with their daughter as she sat next to him. Juno straddling her lap as she rested her small head on her chest.

Harry cupped his wife's face as he brought her closer to him to kiss her on the mouth. "Missed you today."

"Awh! I missed you too." She cooed and gave him another kiss, "I have a day off tomorrow."

"Yeah?" He asked. He was planning out a day for just him and her, maybe leave Juno with his mother-in-law for the day. Take his wife out on a nice date, or do whatever she pleases. He just did not wanted to say that in front of Jumo or she'd be throwing a tantrum.

She's learned to throw tantrums now which is very challenging to the least, to handle her. But she calms down with in minutes.

"Mhmm." She nodded. "Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"Where do you want to go?" He asked, "or we can cook at home."

"We need to go grocery shopping." YN reminded him, "we can go to this Korean restaurant, Juno have have a bit of soup."

"You like soup, don't you?" Harry looked at his baby.

"Soup!" She exclaimed.

"Korean food it is." Harry announced, "come on, let's go change." He stood up holding his hands out for Juno. He placed her carefully down on her feet as they walked upstairs to change.

YN sat there, relaxing for a bit. Hearing giggling and squeals from Juno's room. She had come downstairs with her stuffed Bunny she got when she was having a nice day out with her Nana. He's named BumBum for some reason, bit keeps changing. She had her pair of Gucci sandles her dad got her of course.

"Mummy, put my shoes pwease?" She asked.

"Come on here, I'll teach you how to put on your shoes yeah?" YN suggested. She climbed up on the sofa, YN showed her how to put on her shoes.

"Yay!" She celebrated her bug success of putting her shoes on.

"Good job, darling." YN praised her.

"Papa, I put my shoes!" She told her father he came down all cha ged up, showing off her shoes.

"Good job baby," he praised her too. "You're getting big now, huh?" Juno just clapped her hands and did her happy dance.

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Juno was fast asleep in her baby ramp when they got back home. Harry took her upstairs to her room, changed her into her PJs and put her in her cot with a good night kiss. By the time he got back to the room he shared with his wife, she was already in shower. He knocked on the door.

"Can I join?" He asked.

"Come in." It did not took him more convincing to go in after that.

He can still resist seeing her, despite being together for three years and having a child with her, just looking at her (even if she's in worn down baggy clothes) makes him wanna go at it like rabbits. He could definitely feel himself getting hard there, as he stripped to get in shower with her.

He missed the days where he could make love to her anywhere in their home. But now they have confide in their bedroom, especially now since their little bean can walk and even climb out of her cot if she's feeling brave and rebellious. But this time he made sure to lock the bathroom door, but their daughter won't be up till the morning now.

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YN and Harry opted to not leave Junk with her Nana for the next day, just because they would be gone to Italy for two days.

YN's got a movie premiering at the Venice Film Festival, right next day after Harry's. It was Harry's first time whilst YN's been there for a couple of time. He was a hit nervous to say the least. It was better to spend some time with their little one before going away for two days for the first time.

Harry found it a little difficult to actually leave his mini me alone. He's never done that since she's been born, the longest he was away from her was 20 hours and that was dreading itself whilst she was on a plane with her Mummy to one his shows. Daddy and daughter snuggled for hours after the show to be frank, turns out neither Juno can go a day without her dad.

And here she is helping her mum pack a duffle bag with her night clothes, helping her pick some PJs. YN's side of closet was made into a mess.

"Papa no!" She scolded her dad moving his hand away who was helping her fold the clothes to put into the bag, "me do it!"

"Okay you do it." He gave up.

YN had made her a little clothe folding 'Machine' with pieces of cardboard, as a sensory toy. She loves to use it as she can fold clothes. She placed her mum's sleep shirt on it, surprisingly very nearly for a eighteen month old and folded up the piece of clothing.

"Yay!" She celebrated as she moved on to another shirt. She found it fun to help around already.

"Good job baby girl." Harry praised her, helped her by pushing her baby hairs out of her face. Once she was done she got to play with her dad. They play fought whilst YN got her skincare kit together, yN was getting her stuff together whilst two kids were playing instead of just following her around.

That's what they both do, Harry follows YN around like a puppy and Juno follows him around. But she was left alone now to get her stuff together in peace. Now they were singing nursery rhymes together, making a load of noise.

"Papa you bein' siwwy!" Juno squealed a laugh watching her dad make funny faces as he strummed his guitar. For am 18 month old her vocabulary was pretty good, he was surprised. "Wan' one!"

"You want a guitar?" He beamed, and she nodded grinning wife showing off dimples she got from him. "Will get you one soon, yeah princess?"

"Yay!" She celebrated, stood up on the mattress to give Harry a kiss on his mouth.

"I love you." He mumbled pulled her in a hung after he put his guitar away.

"Wuv you!" She mumbled.

It warmed YN's heart to see him so good with Juno, just like she imagined he's going to be. He is already an amazing father to her. She was done packing up their bags, she even packed Harry's stuff for him because he was having such a great time with their little bean. She told him she was going down stairs to make them dinner. It was her turn to make dinner tonight.

"Babe?" Harry called about an hour later as he made his way down to kitchen.

"I'm in kitchen." She answered. "Where is JJ?"

"She's napping in our bed." He shared, "just got a call from Jeff."

"Now what does that fucker wants?" She asked, annoyed clearly as she copped lettuce for the side salad.

"Don' say that love, he's m'friend." He cooed, but in a joking way, "he was askin' me to ask you if y'could send out a statement sayin' your Harry is a different Harry and not me. The birthday posts have made enough chaos and your recent interview just added to it." He explained.

She snorted, "why would I do that?"

"Don' have to baby, I don' want y'to either. I can't live a double life anymo'." He sighed, "I'm so happy with you, don' want tk change anythin' 'ave got the most amazing girls with me. That's all I need. I want no more hidin'."

"Awh H!" YN sighed and pulled him in a hug, "you need a different manager."

"Just don't leave me." He mumbled, his fave buried in the crook of her neck.

"Never leaving you H, not for seven lives you've got. Remember we vowed two hears ago." She reminded him.

"I want y'in every universe and every life baby, I love you. So much." He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I love you." She mumbled. "Don't have to get so sad and upset about it. I'm not going anywhere, you have me and Juno for the rest of our days."

"You have me too." She could feel him smile against her skin as he mumbled. He pressed a gentle kiss on her neck before he hugged her tighter.

"Harry, no hickeys. I'm wearing my hair up!" She warned him when she felt him suck on her skin lightly.

"Too bad," he pulled away, "you've got sensitive skin, 's already red." He smirked proudly looking at his work on her neck.

"God you're annoying." She groaned and got back to her work, just for him to wrap his arms around her again, from behind.

"Too bad that too, you're stuck with me. For our seven lives." He kissed her cheek, "I wan' you to be as petty as you want to be now. Show everyone who I belong to."

"You mean I can crumble TPWK, chop it into tiny lil pieces and throw it out the window of 69th floor?" She asked as she stirred the food on the stove in front of her.

"That's a bit specific and as much as I want you to do that, don' hurt anyone, yeah?" He made a bargain.

"Too bad that," she said, "I was about to go over to your asshole Jeffery's house and crack his neck."

"Maybe don' do that." He said, "that's a bit cruel."

"I'll think about it." She nodded, "god can't wait to tell everyone I'm your wife."

"And I can't wait to show I'm your husband and baby daddy." He nudged his nose into her freshly washed hair.

"We're being cringey, we should stop." She laughed.

"I don' know." He shrugged, "let's turn off the stoves now and go to the bathroom now."

"You're like a teenager." She squealed a soft chuckle feeling his hand creep upto her breasts, pushing his hand down back to her tummy. "Still need to make the salad and food for Juno."

"She's nappin', come on, don' leave your husband with blue balls." He whined.

"Thought we had seven lives together, we got plenty of time for that." She teased him.

"I've fot seven minutes before I explode."

"God you're dramatic." She turned off all the stoves and turned around. He pulled her away from hot vessels so she doesn't hurt herself as he attacked her with a big needy kiss on her mouth, his hands reaching down to groop her butt as he picked her up to take her to the downstairs bathroom.

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Harry loves Italy. More than anyone could imagine. That's where he asked YN to be his girlfriend, that's also where he proposed her and also where they got married. It js a pretty special place to him. Even his baby ws conceived there. Wink wink!

Harry couldn't take YN on the premier of his movie with him but he was for sure going with her the next day. He had picked out an outfit with help of Lambert just incase he gets to go on the red carpet with her, though he's nust planning to accompany her on her request.

The press conference and red carpet for his movie was rather boring for him, he'd admit.

But he was so excited that she'd be with him for the screening. She looked incredibly adorable with her floral printed skirt and a blouse to go with it. She had styled her hair in subtle waves. He walked upto her where she was talking to the director of his movie and someone from her crew.

"I can't wait to get out of here," he said to her but Jeffery was there in his manager mode and pulled him back to ask to go see the fans who were stopped right behind YN behind the barricade.

Next day, watching his wife talk to people, being her humble and sweet self made his heart flutter that much more. He looked stunning in her Gucci suit from hi HAHAHA collection, he had it custom made in her most favourite colour and even had her favourite flower clipped to the lapel on the blazer. Her hair thrown into messy low bun with a few face framing bits around her gorgeous chubby cheeks, he loves to pepper with kisses. Their wedding and engagement ring she proudly wore today as only accesory for the night on her hand.

Even he wore his engagement ring and wedding ring proudly today and yesterday.

The dark red-ish brown lipstick made her lips stand out. If they weren't in a room full of people he'd just go up to her make her sit on his lap and make out with her for hours on end.

Soon the press conference was over, he watched YN walk over to him. Harry did not waste a moment to hold her hand.

"Let's go get ready for the carpet, yeah?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He nodded and walked out with her to the water taxi. Once sat and away from the people taking pictures and videos of them, "you did so good there."

"Thank you." She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder which earned her a kiss on her forehead.

"Want to see you in your outfit already. You just said you're wearing something white and iridescent." He pouted, making a puppy face.

"Just an hour," she said.

Harry had already heard her rave about this dress she had designed from this small boutique in her hometown, it was support a small business and even bring her movie character with her as she walked down the red carpet for the premiere. YN's younger than him but she's been in the industry to know what exactly she is doing, Harry is very grateful whenever she guides him with something.

It just took her about 40 minutes to get out of photocall look and then additional 45 minister to get into her final look. She had asked Harry to het something to match her with just two clues. He got himself a iridescent and white dress shirt and dress pants with the shoes he wore on his movie premier. He did not wanted to steal from her day and make it about himself so he kept jt simple. But it was Gucci of course.

"Dan-ta-naa!" YN exclaimed walking into the living room area of their suite from the bedroom where she was getting ready. Harry quickly changed up in the bathroom and was fixing his hair looking in her small hand held mirror.

She looked like a living doll with her puffy mini dress which hemmed right ar her mid thighs with puffy sleeves, her hair pulled up into a mid high ponytail with a black iridescent bowed headband around her hair but a few pieces were left around her face and styled into her classic waves. She wore Oxford loafer with ankle high socks, a bold red lip to finish up the look. It was so much like her but also her movie character with simple colour, sophisticated style yet sparkly. When she stepped closer he also noticed glittery eyeliner, smoked out on her gorgeous eyes making her look that much more mature. Harry didn't know he was holding onto his breath until he felt her hand on his bicep bringing him back to life there.

"You took my breath away," he sighed making her chuckle. She pouted asking for a kiss.

"It's transfer proof." She said refering to her lipstick. He smiled and gladly gave her much deserved kiss, he just did not wanted to ruin her makeup for her. At least not now.

The premier of her movie was amazing. Her fans were ecstatic to see Harry with her, even his fans were. He took a few pictures with her and went to stand with her team whilst she was being the icon she is. He did not hesitate to click a few pictures of her himself on their disposable camera he got with him.

Her movie was amazing. It recieved 18 minutes standing ovation as everyone praised her and the director of her movie. A movie made by women for women was the motto of the project which was evidently conveyed to the audience. Harry couldn't be more proud of her as he whistles and clapped and cheered for her, asking everyone around him to cheer as well. It made an history at the Film Festival for the longest standing ovation then and there.

It should be weird but Harry couldn't be happier to see his wife in happy tears tonight. For someone who debuted in the entertainment industry as a singer to turn into an actor was a pretty big deal for her and he knew it. He has seen her go through so much with in three years with her, he couldn't imagine how she dealt with everything from the age of just ten.

For the after party dinner, YN couldn't help but just look at her love. He looked extra handsome today to for some reason.

She was lucky one to have her dreams come true, she's been his fan since the very beginning of his career. Now she is married to him and have a child with him. There is just so much more to him just slaying everyday on his life in front of camera like a pro.

He's the most caring man she has had in her entire life. Most importantly she feels loved around him which she never got to experience from anyone other than her sisters and mother. It was a different kind of love and it was refreshing. He never gives into her lies of I'm fine but instead sits her sown and talk it all out.

He's an amazing husband and equally amazing father if not more. That's what she wanted for her future kids. God seeing him with Juno makes her heart melt into a puddle.

Now seeing him get along with her friends and colleagues made her fall in with him that much more. If that was even possible. How he managed to sneak in little kisses on her forehead and cheek, never failed to leave her hand unless needed. They talked through the dinner, everyone was praising YN for her work.

Honestly Harry thought it wasn't enough. No praises are enough for his Queen, she needs more and more because she deserves every one of those.

They went back to their hotel but YN didn't eat much as she didn't find the food that great, so they walked to little store which was open down the street. They had a few crips options for her and a few fruit drinks plus a load of sweets. She got a pack of gummy bears, big pack of classic salt and vinegar crips and only mango smoothie left in the fridge, Harry opted for the strawberry one as it was her second choice just incase she changed her mind. And they walked back to their hotel.

They both did their little face masks and ate the junk food both of them got and watched half of recent Conjuring movie. Talked to their baby on FaceTime for a few minutes before it was time for her bed. Well it was way past her bed time but she was with her Nani so she was excused.

"So?" Harry looked at his wife smirking.

"So?" She asked.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"Not really, not much." She shook her head then realised what he was referring to. "Only if you can be on top."

"Yeah, can do that." He nodded in agreement as he kept his laptop away he rolled over to her side, hovering her halfway as he caught her lips with his tenderly.

"Just go slow." She mumbled against his mouth.

"Was planning on same." He said pulling away so he can move to fit in between her thighs with hands rested on either sides of her shoulders kept him from crushing her with his weight. "Just miss making love to ya, I'm very tired of quickies at night in our bedroom or the bathroom."

"Awh Harry," she cooed and pulled him down with her hand sliding up his neck. He sucked on her bottom lip gently as he slowly made his way down her jaw to her neck with equal feathery and sloppy kisses. "Can I leave hickeys on ya?"

"Mhmm," she nodded. She got nothing to worry about even though she's got half of the press left for her album. But it was okay with her. Everyone knows they sleep together, they're married and have a child!

He lingered just that much longer on her pulse at her neck. Sucking a tiny mark on her skin meanwhile rutting his hips into hers, fabrics of their underwear just separating them from each other, she could feel his hardening bulge against her bundle of nerves with his each soft rut.

It was just perfect that he is just in his boxers and she is just in her shirt and a pair of panties, which Harry is sure are to ruined already when a soft moan escaped her mouth. Her moans are like whispers of song to him, not that she's a loud moaner. It was something just for both of them when it's that way.

"C'mere," he moved away from sucking a mark on her neck but not before he pressed a kiss on her mouth as he helped her sit up. His hands going down to the hem of her shirt as if on auto pilot mode, "can I take this off?"

"Please." She nodded.

Him still asking her for everything little thing makes butterflies in her tummy fly upto her head, because she knows what's coming next. He carefully took off her shirt, extra careful with her pretty face.

"Need y'to stand 'ere." He said as he guided her to side of their hotel bed with his hands on her hips, "no, no a's okay." He assured her already seeing her suck in her tummy, something she did subconsciously especially since she's got a little baby pooch and strech marks on her skin. "Don' do that, okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Relax." He looked up at her with his hand rested on her tummy, "relax or aren' goin' any further, baby love. Want you to be comfortable." Once he had made sure she was relaxed, he got to slide down her panties, a wet patch was evidence which boosted up his ego. He knows how to work her up.

Without saying a word with his hand behind her knee he pulled her leg up to rest on the mattress besides him as she stood in between his legs. He pressed a loving kiss on her tummy earning a soft giggle from her, he went onto kiss his way down south. YN gasped feeling the tiniest swip of his tongue on her already sensitive clit. Harry glanced at her with a devilish smirk on his face, his right dimple showing up. He moved to loving on the soft skin on her thighs, pressing on sloppy wet kisses in a trail leading upto where she wanted more pressure just to move to her other thigh.

"How many do you have in you?" He asked, but keeping busy with loving on her.

"I don't know." She mumbled. It's been a long time they have gone this slow. It was like her first time, he made it so special and unforgettable for her, it was on their second date. No pre-hand preparations were needed, he has drove her back to her hotel in London but he ended up staying the night with her, though they opted out on intercourse it was still a very special night. "Quit teasing, H, please!"

"No begging baby, I'm gonna make you cum tonight." He said, "just gonna have my way with you." She just whined a gasp feeling his thumb on her clit rub a tight circle to join by a flick of the tip of his tongue. His tongue was still cold from when he had his (almost frozen) smoothie. She let out a hiss at a bold lick of his tongue.

Looking down, she found him with his eyes closed, devouring her taste like she's his last meal. With his hands on her hips urging her to move her hips in slow thrusts again his flicking tongue which was now warming up to familiar sense of pleasure which followed by closely. She was immediately pushed to the edge when she saw the bright green of his eyes with hints of blues and browns, his cheekbones looked so much more prominent as he sucked on her clit. He sucked in a deep breath as he shut his eyes closed again, indulging himself.

"I'm close, H," she moaned a sigh at the sight of him alone, and another as her hands went up threading through his hair pushing his head further into her pussy. Vibration from his humming causes sparks go down her spine as the exhale from his nose sooth her. She felt his finger teasing at her entrance as he sucked on her clit. It's been just few minutes but it feels like a life time as she came over her euphoric high.

"Fuck!" She mumbled, feeling like she's made of rubber as every tense sensation in her bones, joints and muscles washed away. She almost fell down it were for Harry to pull her on his lap, making her straddle his thighs.

"Hi," he was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her up as he buried his face into her neck.

"Hi," she whispered resting her head on his shoulder.

"You alright?" He enquired.

"Yeah, just—it was alot. But good." She nodded, "just need a second."

"We have all night baby love." He chuckled quietly, rubbing his hand on the planes of her bare back. "Think we should sleep now, yeah?"

"No," she whined.

"You look tired baby," he pointed out the obvious, "was it that good?"

"I told you I need a second, don't boost your ego." She mumbled against his skin.

"It's been more than a second." He chuckled, "you good now?" He asked once she pushed away slightly to look at him.

"Mhmm." She nodded. "It's just been that long, all we were doing was having quickies."

"Mmm, must say enjoyed tha' very, very much. We should do this more often." He suggested, a cheeky obviously smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah?" YN cooed teasing him, scrunching up her nose, nudging against his.

"Yeah!" He nodded mimicking her.

Harry's play mocking was shut down with her buttoning their mouths together again as she pushed him back on the mattress.

"Uh-uh, darlin' love, we're doin' it my way today." He managed to mumble against her mouth, turning her unspoken offer of a blowie from her, he knows her all too well. Hooking his leg behind her knee, his hand on her hip and one behind her neck he flipped them over in a split of a second. "Today is about you," he reminded her, pushing her bangs which covering her pretty face. "You had many people show their love and support for you today. Now 's my turn."

"Is it?" She squinted her eyes and pouting her lips in fake confusion.

He kissed her pout away, "mhmm, it is. It is my love."

"God you are hot!" She groaned pulling him in for a kiss.

She wouldn't lie she's been his fan before they met, fought for his tickets online in the fan queue. She found herself quite lucky that he happened to fall in love with her. She took no shame in fangirling over him, on his face.

"Mm," Harry pulled away in hurry. "Gimme a second, yeah?" He hurried to the closet where their bags were kept, almost stumbling over his own bare feet, he took out a few condoms. He walked back to where he left his wife.

"We don't need those." She told him.

"We don' need another babe for a while, love, one is already takin' all of our time and extra." He told her and he slipped down his boxers.

"I am on birth control," she reminded him and watch realisation wash over his gorgeous features. Yet another cheeky smile took over his face as he tossed the silver packets behind him like trash, well, it was trash now. He made his way back to her and smushed his mouth on hers in a tender loving kiss.

"Harry?" She tried to speak, which halted his actions immediately. He looked at her to find her doe eyes, "please?" She asked.

God, they're like old couples who's been together for atleast 7 to 8 decades!

He gave a nod as he willing lied on his back, pulling her on top of him—he is not dumb to deny a blowie offer for the second time!— she gave him a soft peck on his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth she made her way of sloppy wet kisses down his jaw to his neck. His sweet spot just by the angle of his jaw where she lingered to earn a few soft moans from him. Once she was satisfied and knew very well it's going to leave a mark which will darken in the morning and stay for at least a week she moved back to press another kiss on his mouth.

"You sure?" She asked.

"You know I'm—" he was interrupted by another kiss which he welcomed gladly because he's"—not gonna say no to that."

"I love you," she chuckled.

"I love you." He rephrased.

She made her way down. His hard cock lied on his stomach there, wrapping her fingers around it was enough to earn a small gasp from him. Her couldn't fathom the sight of how her tiny hands looked tiny wrapped around his shaft like that. His mind was knocked off all the thoughts at once though, when he felt her warm tongue swipe around just the tip. A kitten licks in, she takes just the head in her mouth. He looked down to find her fully indulged, god how he loved it. She pulls away with sound of pop to his cock another lick.

"God!" He groaned softly, letting his head hang back in the slightest of pleasure, which he wouldn't lie was aching to feel. The feel of her warm mouth wrapped around his, feeling her mouth more and more on his cock. "Oh, no baby take just as much as you can." He warned her. She just hummed as she slowly started to bob her head up and down his cock. He let out a louder hiss of a moan. He wouldn't last long if he keeps thinking how much he missed it then he wouldn't have another in him, especially with how much he desired to be on top. How she made his mind boggle was out of this world.

"Baby, love, stop." He stopped her.

"What? Did I hurt you?" She asked.

"No, no you didn't." He rushed to assured her pulling her closer to him holding onto her wrist. "I wouldn't last that long, and I already don't think 'ave another in me. Let me fuck you now, yeah?"

"Mhmm." She got off of him.

"C'mon darlin', lie down, wanna see your pretty face as I make y'cum with my cock now." He sits up, he doesn't let her lied down herself, with his hands behind her knees he pulls her down making her fall back as he fit himself in between her thighs. "Y'look so gorgeous like this. Jus' for me to see, yeah?"

"Just for you." She nodded. He hovers over her.

"Did I tell you jow much I love you?" He mumbled against her cheek before pressing a soft kiss on her skin.

"You do that like a million times a day." She agrees.

"Mhmm, I love you. So much." He reminded her again as he he buttoned their mouths together, tucking her bottom lip in his. "You ready?"

"Yeah." She could only manage to get one word out with his mouth on hers. He pulled away just a inch, his hand going down in between them, taking his cock in his hand he slowly pushed himself in. Taking it slow this time.

YN could feel every crevice and vien on his cock as she felt him slip inside. He felt bigger somehow. Gasping for hair, she wrapped her arms around his middle, fearing she's going to slip away from all the pleasure she was already feeling.

Happy hormones having a firework in her brain just intensified when he was fully in. His forehead nuzzled in her neck.

"Move now please!" She whimpered quite literally. He hummed in reply as he pulled back just to trust in. It did not take him long to pick a nice rhythm which worked wonders for their filthy song. Their moans added low vocals to the beats of their hips coming together.

"No, look at me baby." He requested, when he saw her eyes shut close. Her head burying further down in her pillow.

"Go faster please," she whined of pleasure. In silent agreement Harry picked up his pace just a little. Pushing her sweet spot just right times, pushing her that much closer to edge.

He felt himself release once, he was close he knew. "Are you gonna cum for me baby?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded and finally looked at him, "ah, please cum with me Harry."

"I'm behind you baby love, cum for me whenever—" he grunts as he keeps up with his rhythm, "—you're ready."

With her hands cupping his face, she pulled him down for a kiss. But she shuddered physical feeling him groan and inhale sharply through her nose as he started going feral with his thrusts now. Chasing for both their highs. Especially after feeling her pussy clench around his cock.

Soon enough he was cumming right after her, as her pussy milked his cock to the last drop.

After shocks hit just rught after a pause in their actions, maybe a second, before both of them started painting as if they just ran a marathon. Harry chuckled softly when he pulled his head up to look at her all worn out lied there under him with her eyes shut, in euphoric daze.

"You alright baby?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." She sounded, opening her eyes to look at him, she felt numb down there but could still tell his now soften cock was still inside her. He smiled resting his forehead on hers, taking in the moment.

"Need to get y'cleaned," he reminded himself more than he did her. It was his ritual, which he couldn't follow for many times even after their quickies.

"I will go clean myself, we don't have much here." She reminded him, "we're in a hotel."

"Oh yeah," he realised, letting out a sigh he looked at her, "you need a minute?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"You did so good, came so hard." He said, already reminiscing what happened not even a minute ago. She laughed softly, the red tint in her complextion just intensifying.

Her watched as her hand came in his view, her pointer finger running down in feathery touch from in bet his brows to the nose, a little tap on the tip of his nose. He was waiting for it, it never failed to earn a giggle and a tender kiss from him.

"C'mon now, need y'to go pee and clean yourself, yeah?" He said and finally pulled out of her, already missing the specific physical closeness he shared with her.

"I want to cuddle naked." She demanded as she sat up.

"Mhmm," with a pat on her bum he sent her to the bathroom.

......................................................................

It was half past one in the morning, YN got into bed with her husband. Still feeling her legs wobbling as she walked.

As much as both of the loved being parents to Juno, none of them would even a quarter ounce of a thing, both of them just missed their alone time.

As guilty feeling as it felt to them both, that was needed. It wasn't as intense as their pre baby sex times, but it surely felt like one.

With quickies, it wasn't sure both of them had their orgasms which was equally as important for the other to make sure. With promises to get back to it when their baby would whine in her sleep or start crying or is sick, the tiredness from late night and early mornings broke their promises quite many times. Which both of them were fine of.

They're new parents, and they're going to learn as time goes by.

"We should do this at least once a month." Harry suggested.

For once in a blue moon, he was a big spoon today.

"Yeah? Come to Italy?" She asked.

"Maybe," he said, "or we can have Juno spend time at one of her Grandma's or Aunty Gem's house. Does that sound selfish?"

"No, it doesn't." She assured him, "I know it feels wrong to leave her like that, but I feel like we need alone time too. Not just for sex and but just to talk or get some rest."

He scoffed jokingly, "please, you can never keep your hands off of me."

"Yeah, says you who started this." She commented shutting down his giggles.

"Touche baby love." He smiled. "We have a flight at night tomorrow. So we can sleep in for as long as we wish."

"Please don't wake me up until I wake up myself, even if there's a earthquake or tsunami warning!" She begged, "good night, Mr. Styles."

"Good night, Mrs. Styles." He kissed the back of her head.

He knew she wanted to talk more, she's a talker and goes on and on but she is too tired he reckoned. He's gonna have to take her on a vacation soon.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #smut #dad!harry styles #dadrry #dad!harry

[haemocyaninz]

Would you be up for telling me about Juno? He looks rlly cool :3

^_^ tyyy i love talkin abt my guys

Juno is a quiet guy that mostly keeps to himself. But like in the I dont want to talk to people way rather than the im shy way. Most people around him dont know much about him and hes happy to keep it that way. He owns a place with his much more outgoing brother, Coda, in town where alot of ppl hang out and DJs at his booth. He really really likes music as an art form (specifically rap, jazz, and alot of other stuff he’d rather not say). Juno likes tones of other stuff too hes just really repressed and doesnt want anyone to see anything abt him outside of him being quiet and in the background (bc he has mad problems).

He’s a fruit person with berries for ears and a stem on his head (bc i thought the design was fun) and has juice powers that I dont want to explain rn bc im still tryin to figure it out myself lol. Think of water bender ig but with juice that comes from his body/blood type situation.

Juno’s not a very friendly guy at first but he learns to open up and actually enjoy other peoples company as they enter themselves into his and his brothers lives. He gets to know both Hiro and Buggy as close friends in particular. Hiro thru his ways of being the perfect balance of being someone to push him out his comfort zone while not scaring him in the process just on account of how Hiros a little odd but socialy observant. Buggy and Juno are very different personality wise but they share a love of music that he doesnt really have with anyone else. And eventually he gets to form a less strained relationship with his brother (that he kind of raised) after the trauma they endured before they moved into the home they live in now. Something like seeing Coda as more of a peer than someone to protect and care for now that they are adults.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a chibi version of haemocyaninz’s oc, Juno. Juno is drawn with a stem coming out his head, a short afro, headphones on his ears, a heavier build, a shirt with the words “Body Rock” on it, and sweat pants. He stands in the middle of the image with a black expression with headphones on while 2 smaller versions of him walk around his legs. The left one holds his headphones and smiles and the right one pushes his arms out and grins. End ID.]

I rotate Juno in my mind all the time im glad u like him lets rotate him together 123 go.

#described #oc: juno #reopen the cicatrix #highlight of my day ranting abt the guys in my brain #ask box

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hi i made @fanchlebu guess genshin impact characters (because she doesn't play the game and i'm annoying) part 1?

[juno comments in square brackets]

1. That's Venti I think

prediction: 5 star character

didn't he wear a crop top or something?

i think he's the one lots of people confused for a girl

juno doesn't have him and they're sad about it [i am :(( ]

he reminds me of mythological zephyr. air element associated? [when did i tell you about this why do u remember these details??? nerd]

he's short

2. Mr Money (Zhongli?)

prediction: 5 star character

two of my classmates said he's hot and im traumatised about it [i guess he is? im ace don't ask me if a character is hot]

he's got tumblr sexyman vibe

i think he's shipped with a lot of other tall male characters. unsurprisingly

isn't he an old god or something? and venti also is!

he's the one that has pet dragon and that dragon... forgets things or something? [you mean azhdaha?]

reminds me of veles because he's the god of contacts and wealth [everyone point and LAUGH fanchlebu is a nerd. me too]

3. Boobsword (Shogun Raider?)

prediction: 5 star character

i like the colours :)

wasn't her character quest very disappointing? [yes. yes it was. i'm still salty about it]

she's got a sister? and she's created a clone of someone? idk

also an old goddess

i think she's the good sibling and her sister is evil

4. Who is she (Blondie)

prediction: 4 star character

she reminds me of a priestess

angelic vibes... her colour palette and hair

cinnamon roll who did nothing wrong. she may be a war criminal though [close tbh?]

does she have lilies in her hair? she's innocent.

reminds me of that overwatch meme with the angel character merci? [neither of us has ever played overwatch lol]

5. Ganyu!

prediction: 5 star character

she's a unicorn [qilin, technically! but close enough for you]

did nothing wrong in her life

pure hearted pacifist and a cinnamon roll [unless you don't pay taxes]

juno's fave [yeah :) i'm a ganyu main]

shipped with that one government character? the capitalism queen [NINGGUANG??? i really don't remember telling you about that ship]

also shipped by juno with that purple haired character. ganyu has god in her heart, but that other character doesn't or something? [ganqing. you mean ganqing]

if she's a unicorn what's up with her horns. i don't understand [again, not technically a unicorn]

6. Who's that? 2: electric boogaloo (Czerwony kapturek)

prediction: 4 star character

i think she's a scientist or something because of the goggles! that one character from the movie atlantis also had goggles. and she reminds me of her

i've never watched ever after high BUT wasn't there a ship between red riding hood and bad wolf but the wolf was humanised and had furry ears and they had a daughter that was similar to this character? [i haven't seen it either ? can someone confirm]

she's got nice corset. i like it

her headband reminds me of doktor robotnik [doctor eggman] i'm not a sonic fan but i have watched all uncle mroowa's videos about sonic and i am an expert now [i'm just gonna pretend i understand what you're talking about]

DOES SHE HAVE A GUN? i hope so [man i wish she did]

7. Pirate

prediction: 5 star character

wasn't he supposed to have a tumblr sexyman title but doesn't have it because he's too mainstream [WHY DO YOU REMEMBER ONLY EXTREMELY SPECIFIC DETAILS]

he's got an eyepatch so he must be a pirate right

boob window man

he's tall

8. Batman (Diluc? I think it's Diluc)

prediction: 5 star character

he looks like a cheap cosplay of himself

if he didn't look like an idiot i'd respect him because he's basically a batman. and batman's cool [diluc slander. yeah<3]

i think he's a lot like batman. but i don't remember the details so he's probably rich and fights crime at night

i like his cloak. it's nice

9. Albedo! (The geography guy)

prediction: 5 star character

albedo is geographical term did you guys know that [okay matgeo major we know you're a nerd]

he's got evil twin and that evil twin is early failed prototype of him! that seems cliché to me. i could do better

he was supposed to kill someone but he didn't? i think

i saw memes about him that went like "trust nobody even yourself". they were funny [sorry for flooding your main page with them]

10. Goldie

prediction: 4 star character

i like her design

is she the capitalism queen? i think it's not her but it would be cool [yeah that's her! the rich lady ningguang]

i think juno told me she's a lesbian but im not sure [...maybe not canonically but in my heart? yeah]

i just think she looks neat :)

#genshin impact #long post #venti #zhongli #raiden shogun #diluc #amber #kaeya #ningguang #lumine #ganyu #albedo #bullying fanchlebu tag

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Not me basically stalking this whole page bc like No OnE writes of Beastars and I'm starved

I love your writing honestly, thanks for doing God's works for us lmao 💕

When you have time could I request a sheep/wolf female reader (looks more like a sheep and only had wold teeth/ears) with Pina and/or Bill? Just like their initial reaction to them maybe and after they find out that she's technically a carnivore (even if she looks like a sheep)

Thank you!

Are you asking me to write for a wolf in sheep's clothing? Because it feels like you're asking me to write for a wolf in sheep's clothing and I am all about that life

Thank you so much! That makes my day ;-; I also got a bit carried away, so I hope it’s okay. Feel free to send again if I missed something!

Pina

“A new student?” Pina closed his locker, interest now fully on Els. Pina really hadn’t been listening that closely, but it wasn’t everyday the school got a new student. 

“Yeah! A new girl. She’s a sheep,” Els continued, going over the very few details she knew. It wasn’t much, but she was still excited about it. As she continued to speak, she quickly checked her phone. Pina could tell by her sudden expression that it was later than she anticipated. She needed to get to class.

“Why are you telling me?” Els gave him a look while slinging her bag over her slim shoulder. 

“Because you’re a total flirt! I don’t want you to make the school or the drama club look bad. I heard she may stop by the club after classes. Behave yourself, okay?” Pina just gave her a look as she retreated. He shook it off, he didn’t need some upperclassman lecturing him. It was well meaning, but when had anyone ever stopped Pina from doing what he wanted?

-

Your hand grips the handle of the door. You take a deep breath through your nose, letting it out through your mouth. You tried to anchor yourself, and prepare for the onslaught. Everyone at the school seemed really nice so far, but it wouldn’t take much for that to change. 

“You’re the new girl, right?” You jump, pointed ear flicking as you turn on your heel in alarm. You hadn’t even heard the male walk up behind you. Were you that much in your head? Usually your instincts were better than that. 

“Yeah,” Being a sheep meant you were pretty small, and it helped you talk to the ground so no one would see your fangs. You were really good at hiding them, you had to be. 

“My name’s Pina, you are?” You looked up at him, taking note of his shining horns and wool that fell just right around his form. He looked like he walked out of a magazine. 

“O-Oh! Y/N,” You offered a small closed mouth smile. Pina didn’t stop looking you over. Your alarm bells went off. There was definitely something up with him. Did he know? Usually people just assumed your ears were deformed or you were just bad at managing your wool which is why there were so fluffy. Was it your eyes? Your hands? You trimmed your claws between classes, so by all accounts you looked like an herbivore. 

“Nice to meet you. Don’t look so worried, pretty much everyone is tolerable,” He reached past you and walked in, letting you follow after. 

- 

You’d been going to drama club for a while. Thankfully for you, everyone was super nice, if not al little eccentric or weird. It at least gave you a solid friend base, if nothing else. You often would eat with some of the members. Sheila even introduced you to another sheep named Peach. Though, more often than not, you’d find yourself with Pina at some point during the day. You had no idea how it happened, it always just...did. You had suspicions he had somehow orchestrated running into you. 

“What class are you studying for?” He tried to peek over at your book, having managed to peel his eyes away from his phone that pinged every few moments with messages, no doubt from the possibly many girls he had been dating. 

“Science,” He looked immediately disinterested, going back to his phone. He started texting again, at a speed most cheetahs would find impressive, but he continued to try and carry a conversation with you. 

“Okay, I have to ask. What’s your deal? Why did you transfer, and why did you end up in drama club?” Pina’s words would have been accusatory, or pointed, but his tone was so casual it was like he was asking about the weather. 

“My deal?” You froze, and tried to casually turn the page, but you had stayed still a few moments to long. You didn’t have to look over to know Pina was now leaned over, waiting. 

“Your deal. Like, Legoshi is a pervert, Sheila used to be a dominatrix or something...No one normal as you usually joins. So, what’s your deal? You’re so...normal,” You hands closed your book with a thunk! You adjust on the bench to turn over and look back at him, scooting away just a smidge. 

“Promise you wont say anything?” You looked serious, but Pina was unaffected. Instead he tapped his chin, seeming to think hard about it. 

“Sure, why not?” He smiled, that same charismatic smile that he had perfected. You didn’t know if it was genuine, but his words were. Pina was a flirt, but he wasn’t known for spreading or telling rumors. Plus, he was your friend, even if you didn’t know how you ended up being friends in the first place. 

“Well, I’m not a sheep, at least...not all sheep,” As you spoke, he leaned in, curiosity getting the better of him. His phone was now long forgotten, and not even the chirping from text alerts took his gaze away from you. You glanced around while mulling how to say what you need to say in your head. The coast was clear. 

“I look like a sheep but, I’m also half wolf,” As your spoke, you didn’t hide your fangs, and actually went out of you way to adjust your more pointed ears. 

“Woah,” You waited for the fallout. Waited for his expression to turn to disgust, or for him to ask if your wolf parent ate your sheep one. You wanted for all of the normal questions that came with the confusion and ager from finding out you were a hybrid, but it never came.

“So that’s why you’re weird looking,” You shot a glare his direction. At least he was honest.

“Yeah, I guess...So, you wont tell anyone?” Pina leaned back.

“Nah I wont tell anyone about you, as long as you don’t chew on me at practice,” he shoots you a smile. This one seemed actually honest. 

“Thanks...I really appreciate it” 

“No problem. Can I ask another question?”

“Sure, I guess,” You suddenly felt much more relaxed. It was like a weight had been lifted. 

“Do you classify as a carnivore or an herbivore? I’ve never met a hybrid before,”  You blinked, and fiddled with the corner of your book.

“Carnivore, technically. I have to take supplements since I’ve been eating the herbivore lunch. It’s not balanced for me”

“Oh! Well, that sucks,” He laughed and grabbed his phone again. “Just order the food you want. I’ll can always get you one, or ask Bill to get an extra. Or Legoshi, they’d get one for you,” He was so casual about it, you almost had to pinch yourself. 

“Hey Pina?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks...for being so nice about it.” 

“No problem. You can’t help who your parents are, plus you’re more interesting than over half the school. It’d be a waste to stop hanging out with you over something so stupid.” 

----

Bill

“New student?” Bill held the door open for Els who snuck by, holding her bag. They’d just got done at drama club, and Els was eager to talk about the new student their director told them about. Supposedly she was a transfer from another school. The details weren’t specific but they were all pretty excited. Having someone from a new school could offer new perspectives, which could be great for the drama club.

“Yeah. She sounds like she could fit right it,” It’d be nice to have another girl in drama and another herbivore. After the incident with Tem, some herbivores were still cautious about carnivore students, so it was exciting this new girl was joining an interspecies club out of the gate. 

“I hope so. Just gotta make sure Pina doesn’t do anything overwhelming, we don’t need that kind of drama,” Bill did not need Pina to flirt with the new girl, and go and forget her name. Bill was honestly one to talk, but that was beside the point. 

“Well, we’ll get to meet her tomorrow!” Els smiled, and they waved goodbye to one another. She was in high spirits, and with a shove of her shoulder let herself into her dorm room. 

“See you tomorrow Els!” Bill waved and went to his dorm. A new girl huh? He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of more Herbivores to look after, but if they were even a fraction as cool as Els, they couldn’t be to bad. 

-

You took a deep breath, and your hand gripped your school bag tightly. You grabbed the door of the drama room and pushed it. It was a bit stuck, but nothing major. You did pretend to struggle with it in order to fit the persona you were following of being a basic herbivore. No one had to know about the fact you had a carnivore parent. 

“Hello! Sorry I’m late! I got a bit lost,” You walked in, smiling carefully, avoiding showing any teeth. Your slightly longer and fluffier ear twitched. Most students just thought it was some sort of deformity, and were polite enough not to talk about it. 

“Welcome!” A goat ran up to you, and quickly introduced herself. It took very little time for you to be introduced to everyone else. They all seemed nice, friendly. Juno and Els were quick to sweep you away from a flirty and curious Pina, and show you the ropes and the possible areas you could end up.

“This big guy is Bill, don’t worry, he’s not as big of a jerk as he likes to pretend to be,” Els fondly pat the large tiger on the arm, and he just gave you a smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Bill smiled your direction, but there was a moment where the look in his eye turned briefly to confusion, but it went back to normal almost as quickly as it came. 

“Nice to meet you too!” Maybe it was your imagination. Yeah, your imagination. 

-

Drama was really fun. Everyone was supportive, if not a bit quirky. Even out of drama club, they tended to stick together. Els, Sheila, as well as Juno, tended to stick close with you. Thanks to them, it wasn’t difficult for you to find a close group of small and honest friends. That also included Bill, on rare occasions. He stuck mainly with carnivores, but the rare times you were alone, he’d slide next to you. 

“Hey, you doing okay?” He had two meals in his hand. You wondered if he was meeting someone. 

“Yeah, I’m doing alright!” You set your supplements down. He eyed them for a moment and motioned with his head.

“It’s nice outside, we should go enjoy the rest of the evening,” You sat confused, but decided to follow him. Bill carried those two trays out and somehow still held the door for you. 

“Thanks, but why do you wanna eat outside?” You sat on a bunch, setting your try on your lap, and you opened your drink to take your supplements. When people asked, you told them they were just additional vitamins. 

“So you could eat this instead,” He offered the second tray he had been holding. You looked at him confused. 

“Why?” It was the carnivore lunch tray. You were a sheep, as far as anyone knew. 

“Because taking supplements suck,” He sat down, and offered the second tray again, “Take it, I want to eat my food too, kinda hard to do that with my hands full,” You set your other food aside, and took the offered tray, 

“So, you know?” Bill shrugged. He didn’t seem that worried about it. 

“Yeah. To be fair, Aoba figured it out first. He happened to see you yawn one day, spotted your fangs. Aoba has really good eyes, being a eagle and all. We figured you didn’t want anyone to know so we haven’t asked you about it,” You freeze. If Aoba knew, who else did?

“Aoba knows?” You looked shocked. You thought you had been so careful! 

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Only Aoba, Els, and I know. We didn’t want to bug you about it, but it’s been bugging me, watching you take those pills all the time. It’s better to just eat what you need instead of eating salads and hoping your “Vitamins” even it out. If you’re part carnivore, have some pride in it,” He spoke between eating. You were surprised, he seemed so okay with it. 

“Oh,” You didn’t know what to say. No one had treated you different, everyone was still super nice. 

“Promise you guys wont tell anyone?” You finally picked up your utensils, and began eating the lunch you should have been getting from the beginning. It was really good, but maybe that was just because it came from someone who accepted you. 

“Promise. We stick together, you’re one of us now,” He jokingly shoved your thin shoulder with his own, grinning. 

“So, what are you mixed with?” Bill asked, his food all but gone. How did he eat so much so fast? 

“Sheep and a wolf,” He laughed.

“Oh boy, I bet that must be a story,” He laughed, and you would bet he was trying to picture how that happened.

“Yeah,” You kept eating, finally relaxing. You didn’t even know you were tense. 

“If you ever need anything you can ask me, okay? Like I said, we all kind of stick together. I don’t mind buying extra food for you so you can avoid taking those pills,” He looked away, scratching his cheek. You got the feeling he wasn’t used to being sincere or so outwardly nice. It wasn’t a surprise, he frequently played the tough guy. 

“Thanks Bill.”

“You’re welcome” 

#beastars imagines #FINALLY SOME PINA CONTENT #also I really love hybrids I think they're really interesting? #pina x reader #pinaxreader #billxreader #bill x reader #maybe if you squint not sure if this is meant to be romantic so I guess it's up to how you view it #add to materlist #yes I have to add a tag for it #I have a memory of a goldfish

[jamestrmtx]

Wish Upon a Night Sky - [Beastars | Various x Reader]

[Female, Sheep Reader | Slow Burn]

Act Nine, Scene Two | Goes Around

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You can feel something’s wrong the moment that sentence clicks in your mind. Scarily on point, you hear commotion near the drama club’s exit, the chatter of those outside turned to murmurs with how far you are from them. From the distance where you stand, you see a bunch of students weary with practice, some stretching and others in groups, all of them talking. The wolf and the bunny follow you when you set off to the group gathered outside, attempting to stop you; he tries to hold you back by calling out for you while she grabs at your arm.

“You look pale,” Haru mentions, stopping you. A frown and a furrow make up most of her face and her ears match with the worry in her voice. “And if that note's not a prank or anything meant to scare you off, it's just a warning. Don’t rush yourself yet, (Y/N).”

Despite her well-meaning words, you can’t help feeling as if there's something wrong and you find it necessary to continue, explaining your doubts to her in the process. “Something feels off,” you say, frowning. The bunny keeps her grip on you even as you continue walking; the wolf, contrarily, stays back, only following the two of you when he sees you don’t plan on giving up on your hunch anytime soon. “From the very moment the drama club got held up, I felt something was wrong. I have to go check and see if I'm right."

Haru lets go when you say that and stands next to Legoshi while you make it to the group of students standing closest to you, these who stop talking to face you.

“Did… Did something happen?” you ask, breaking the ice.

Luckily enough, one of the four people present's familiar to you. The other three present have seen you around sufficient times for their gazes to acknowledge you and soothe their built-up tension away with smiles. Said expressions vanish quickly though, and it’s concern's turn to appear next. 

“The lights went out for a moment,” Dom says, wringing his hands together as he shifts on his feet. “Then a student went missing, so now we're hoping to get some sort of closure before we leave this place for today.” Before you can say anything, he continues with, “And even though it’s, well... strange it’s not the usual type we hear bad news about, I’m…” He hesitates, the wait worsening your concern. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle this, (Y/N).”

The world surrounding you becomes a blur to focus instead on the peafowl in front of you. With a breath in and another out, you straighten your posture and clench your hands; a rapid pulse controls your heart, fueling anxiety. “Please tell me who it is,” you say, feeling your voice waver just as much as your hands begin to shake. “Did... Did you guys find a note or something like that? I-”

“Yes!” A sheep intervenes, her height just a bit higher than yours and wool a lighter colour compared to your own. She pockets something out of her bag and turns it in, elaborating what that means with, “...We found it next to Juno’s bag.”

You don’t need to read the note to know who the peafowl’d refused to name out loud for you; the paper you’re holding almost ends up on the floor, just like last time. Dom steps in right on time, fanning you with a hand as he tries to calm you down. “Read the note first,” he suggests, voice far more calmer than normal, but with a shaky edge to it nonetheless, “And please, breathe. You… You look fainter than when you got here!" You can feel the sheep hold you still while Dom carries on fanning you. 

Feeling (somewhat) better now, you take the note again and read through it quick, holding your breath all the while.

“Remember who you are. Don’t forget your place,” it reads, “If you want her back, then I’d suggest leaving the hybrid dorms and asking to be moved back to where you belong.” 

Against yourself, the note ends up crushed in your hand, yet you calm yourself down, those surrounding you aiding with the process. “She’s safe, but… But only for so long.”

The sheep takes the paper back from your hold and nods for you to move along. Dom does the same, pointing with his eyes over to Haru and Legoshi, both who’re still waiting for you nearby. It’s apparent they’ve made some progress, too, based on the looks on their faces and another group of students waving goodbye at them. They walk away, leaving the pair alone again. 

“Go ahead,” Dom urges, ushering for you to join their side. “And I know this might seem difficult to do, but… Keep your cool, (Y/N). I’ll try to look for more clues while you guys do your own thing.”

You frown and clench your hands again, anger and distress conflicting with your calm. “Ca... Can’t I just do as the note says?” The words feel sillier being said out loud, yet you convince yourself there’s no shame in trying.

“We could give it a shot, but I'm afraid it won’t be a quick procedure, even for an emergency like this one,” he replies, almost imitating your frown. “Our safest bet is to look for clues while we get a response.” He gives your shoulder a soft squeeze and a smile returns to his face, about as warm as the sun beginning to set. “Chin up, alright?"

In spite of the situation, Dom's encouragement helps greatly with managing your stress. You do as he says and hold your head up high, calming your pulse and the shakiness of your body. "Alright." You sigh and face him with a smile. "Thank you."

Silence befalls as he nods, giving space for you to focus on the matter at hand. It's impossible not to worry, as he so mentioned himself, though you feel more confident, a feeling that increases when you make it to Haru and Legoshi's side. They smile at you when you meet with their eyes, and the wolf takes initiative by stepping forward, awkwardness kept back through the subtle hunch in his posture and his hands hidden in his front pockets. 

"I think I know where we can start looking," he says, finally breaking into a smile, however faint. "Where was the last time you hung out with her?"

While the question's odd and could use a bit more elaboration, another thought pops into your mind, revealing itself through the sudden burst of your voice.

"The- The library!" you shout, the rest of your body preparing itself for a run. 

Legoshi joins you when you take off and Haru follows right after him.

Just the sight alone of having two other people to help you out makes your worries lessen, exchanging them for strength and willpower.

#various x reader #legoshi x reader #legosi x reader #haru x reader #jack x reader #juno x reader #rouis x reader #louis x reader #beastars x reader #female reader #sheep reader #slow burn #romance #mystery #thriller #lgbt #lgbt themes #long fic

[infernwetrust]

f**k, i luv my friends [Fem Reader x Michael Langdon x Jim Mason x AHS 1984]

BRIEF INTRO: This takes place in alternate universe, combining Cody’s characters Michael, Jim, Duncan (supporting), and Xavier. The 1984 gang is included as well. The Michael for this series is a cross between Sojourn and F&R.

Summary: You and your best friends gather around the beach for some fun. The beginning of this series.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOTTA CUTE SHIT.

WC: 3.0k

A/N: Holy fucking shit I’m so excited to share this massive series I’m working on with you guys. I don’t know what to call it yet so for now under my master list it’ll be called “THE BESTFRIENDS UNIVERSE”. This was inspired by the artist renforshort and her song “f**k, i luv my friends”. There will be PLENTY of smut, angst, fluff, and MORE across this series. I am so unbelievably excited. If you would like to be in my tag list for this series please let me know! My ask box is open, so if you have any ideas or requests for this series, please, please, please ASK ME. There is no plot to this, therefore there are no limitations. Thank you so much for reading! -Juno

You smiled as you took a sip of the drink your boyfriend, Michael had made you. As you sat in the sand between his legs, him laid out on his beach towel, arms behind his head, eyes closed as he breathed in the ocean air. Your smile grew even wider as you scanned the rest of the beach, spotting the rest of your friend group. There was Xavier and his girlfriend Montana, who stood barely in the water, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed slowly under the sunset. Then there was Jim and his girlfriend Brooke who lay on their surfboards lazily, letting the waves carry them away, being careful not to get too far away. And then Chet and Ray, each with a bottle of Jack in their hand, taking sips as they took selfies and laugh at what you were sure were their usual stupid jokes.

You curled your toes as you took another sip, loving the feeling of the sand between them. How did you get this lucky to have this many people in your life that loved you and you loved them too? What had started as a small friendship with Montana, turned into something so huge. She introduced you to her boyfriend, Xavier, who then introduced you to the rest of their group, including Brooke's boyfriend, Jim. All of you met in freshman year  of college and have been friends since. Michael was the last to enter the picture, but how everything changed when he did.

While you had finally found a stable friend group that you quickly grew to love, you were longing for something a little bit more. And that's when Michael came in and swept you away. He had come in as a transfer student from another college, sophomore year, and what a coincidence that you had him in all of classes first semester. He was a face you saw regularly around campus and you couldn't help but be drawn to his quiet nature. Slowly you began talking to him and you noticed how timid and reserved he was. He didn't really go out of his way to speak to anyone, besides when you would speak to him. He would give half smiles, and either one word or half sentences.

Soon you began walking with him to all your classes, the two of you never leaving each other's side. You'd help him with his homework for a class he didn't understand all too well and in return he would do the same. Lunch and dinner together became a regular thing. Your friends noticed your interest, often glancing at the two of you from another table afar, giving smiles and making stupid faces. When it came down to exams, you two met up every night 2 weeks prior, in the library, studying diligently, learning from each other's notes. He opened up to you rather quickly after that and when you were sure that he was comfortable enough you introduced him to everyone else, who immediately took a liking to the blonde boy with the soft, but vibrant blue eyes.

It was the small and subtle acts between the both of you, that drew you closer together. When you could sense that Michael was getting overwhelmed in a social setting, your hand found it's way into his, giving him a reassuring smile before the conversation continued. Or how when he spoke to you, you tuned everyone else out in the room to let him know that it was about him and no one else. It was you rubbing his back when he got frustrated, throwing his textbooks to the floor because he simply did not understand or when he would get into a spat with his older brother, Duncan over the phone.

It was him, picking up your favorite snack and coffee from the grand cafe before your 8AM. It was him, walking you back to your residence hall in the middle of the night to ensure that you made it safely. It was the way his blonde hair moved with the wind, the endless laughter, the stressful nights. Before you knew it, you had fallen in love with Michael. 9 months of an unbreakable bond.

You still remember the first time he kissed you. Both of you stood drunkenly in the middle of a frat party, not really wanting to be surrounded by the crowd of sweaty bodies and other screaming young adults. You screamed in Montana's ear over the loud music that you and Michael were going to step outside for some fresh air. She drunkenly gave you a thumbs up, not be able to remove her lips from Xavier's who roughly grabbed at her ass, pulling her closer into him. You finally felt like you could breathe once the cool air hit your skin.

As you stared out into the distance, you couldn't help but feel like a set of eyes were burning into your skin. When you turned your head, you met Michael's gaze and before you could even ask him what was wrong his lips were on yours. He quickly pulled back, shocked by what he did and he moved his lips to say sorry, but you grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back towards you. A fire danced inside the both of you as he wrapped his arms around you, you doing the same. You could feel yourself melting away at his touch, his soft lips against yours, the occasional brushing of noses. For the first time, this was a kiss that felt right. You felt safe in his hands and knew you wanted to be his.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts. The air had gotten a little bit cooler, which you welcomed. You looked over in his direction. He motioned the action taking a picture with a camera, and bringing his fingers to his lips like he was smoking. This signaled to you that he wanted you to come over with your Polaroid camera and that he going to light another joint. You enthusiastically gave him a double thumbs up, letting him know that you'd be over there soon.

You turned around to look behind you, down at Michael who looked so peaceful as he became one with the beach. His mouth hung open slightly and you knew that he was falling asleep, which caused you to giggle, moving a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Hey..." you said softly, running your hands down his chest, watching as his eyes quickly fluttered open in a daze. He groaned sleepily, a smile forming on his face when he looked into your eyes. He grabbed onto your hands, holding them in place and running his thumbs along them. "Don't tell me that you're falling asleep already. Our night hasn't even really begun."

"I was resting my eyes." he said, chuckling a little bit at his obvious lie.

"You can do that for the rest of the night when we get back. Xavier wants to take pictures."

"Why is he so obsessed with taking pictures?" Michael questioned, propping himself up on his elbows as you rose to your feet, dusting the excess sand off you. He couldn't help but bite his lip as your bikini top fit you perfectly, combined with the booty shorts you wore that was snug to your figure. He ran his hand through his messy hair, sighing.

"We're making memories Michael." you answered. "I don't want to hear anything when you literally have all the Polaroid pictures I took of us and everyone else scattered around your dorm room and on your car dashboard. You love taking pictures as much as he does. You're just feeling lazy."

"You enjoy reading me to filth, don't you?"

"Only sometimes." You walked over to your belongings, grabbing your camera and your tripod. Michael soon got up, also dusting the sand off of himself, shaking his hair in the process before following you down to where everyone else was.

"We were hoping you two would join us soon." Montana said, smiling at you and Michael. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug that you gladly returned.

"Well don't you look more alive than ever, Mike." Xavier said to his friend. "Enjoy your nap? I mean we've been here for like what, an hour?"

"Fuck you, Xavier." Michael said, shoving him playfully in his shoulder earning a smirk from him. "It could have been a longer nap. It should have been."

"You don't want to miss out on this do you?" Xavier questioned, waving the joint in front of Michael's face. "It's your favorite strain, wedding cake."

"I suppose you have a valid claim." Michael answered, reaching for the joint, but couldn't grab it because someone else did.

"Don't mind if I do." Jim said, grabbing the joint out of Xavier's hand, immediately putting it between his lips and lightning it.

"Eager are we?" you asked Jim as you set the camera up, earning a smile from him as he stuck his tongue out at you, walking back over to Brooke who now stood only a few feet away, conversing with Chet and Ray.

"That's why I rolled two." Xavier said, taking another one from behind his ear and handing it to Michael. "Too many of us for just one, right?"

"More like Jim will inhale half of it before passing it to anyone else." Montana chimed in, rolling her eyes as she rested her elbow on Michael's shoulder, letting the smell of the freshly lit joint consume her.

"That sounds more like it." Michael said as he exhaled, passing it to Xavier.

"I strive to be a stoner like him though." she continued. "Detached from reality for most of the day, but still functional? That sounds like heaven."

"No it sounds like Jim's tolerance is through the roof." you said, to which Xavier nodded in agreement.

"He's been smoking since he was like 12. I'm jealous." Xavier said, handing the joint off to Montana who took a few hits before passing it to you. As you inhaled, you felt your body relax tremendously. A few more hits and the joint was back in Michael's hand.

"Okay everyone!" you yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Camera is all good to go!" You took a couple pictures of Montana and Xavier, your heart too warm at their various poses. He would wrap his arms around her from behind or she would climb on his back, wrapping her arms around his chest. A couple of off guards of the two were taken as well. You told them to act natural, just to converse with each other as you snapped pictures. Pictures of you and Michael followed. He made sure to always make a statement in the pictures that he took with you. He stood behind you, a hand wrapped gently around your throat as he snapped your head back to make you look at him, blissful smiles on both of your faces.

"Hey!" he yelled towards Jim who had his phone in his hand, taking Snapchats of everyone and posting them to his story. "Take a picture of Y/N and I like this. I want to post it to my Instagram." Jim gladly did as Michael asked, immediately sending the photo to him after so that he would have it to post later. The next picture was simple. You and Michael stood next to each other, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and yours wrapped around his waist, the both of you giving a soft smile. The final picture was of him holding you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips against his, the both of you smiling in the kiss.

Jim and Brooke were wild and spontaneous and you loved it. Taking pictures of them were by far your favorite. Brooke held Jim in a headlock, a wild smile across his face and gripped onto her arm as you took the picture. Then she got on his shoulders, Jim holding her securely in place as her hands laid in his hair. Their last picture was of them, backs to the camera as they held hands, staring off into the sunset. You quickly turned the tripod around, taking an off guard of everyone who sat to the side around the fire. Xavier held the joint in his hand, mid sentence in conversation with Chet. Ray, Montana, and Michael were laughing their asses off at God knows what. All the emotions you were feeling inside, you swear you could cry at the sight. You fucking LOVED your friends.

You gathered all the boys up for their group photo. Xavier stood next to Jim, arm around his shoulder, hand slightly over his chest. Next to Jim was Ray, with a tooth pick in his mouth as he leaned into Jim's shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest. Michael stood next to Ray, his hand place on Ray's head as if he were holding a basketball, his other arm wrapped around Chet's shoulder, hand perfectly displaying a middle finger in the middle of Chet's chest.

"God, I fucking love y'all." Brooke said as she stood behind you, watching you take the picture.

"They're cute, aren't they?" you asked, putting on your best focused face as you snapped the picture. You told them to hold their pose as you snapped a couple more, wanting everyone to have a copy of that picture.

"Too cute for their own good." Montana said. "A bunch of shit heads."

"Our shit heads." you said. "Okay guys! Just two more. One of us girls and then all of us together and then we can figure out plans for dinner!" You bit your lip, holding hands with Brooke and Montana as the 3 of you stepped in front of the camera. Montana stood in the middle of you and Brooke, throwing her arms tightly around your shoulders, bringing the two of you closer to her. She stuck her tongue out for the photo, while you held up a peace sign with your hand, a wide, closed eyed smile on your face. Brooke held onto Montana's arm, her own wide, but opened eyed smiled, forming across her face. You can tell that Michael had taken a few extras for everyone else, consider how many time the cameras flashed behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the moment you, and you're sure everyone else was waiting for. The big, family, photo. Xavier and Chet took the ends. And in this order everyone stood: Xavier, Montana, You, Michael, Brooke, Jim, Ray, and Chet. You set the timer on the camera, all 9 of you trying to come up with different poses quickly for the camera. Your favorite one as you went through them had to be the one where you and Michael sat in the sand in front of Brooke and Jim who now stood between Xavier and Ray. He let you wrap your arms around his torso, your nose nestled perfectly into his cheek as you gave him a small kiss. 

"Okay." Xavier sighed as he hopped into the drivers seat of Jim's midnight blue Tahoe. Jim himself in the passenger seat. Brooke and Montana took the second row. You and Michael snuggled together comfortably in the very back row, your feet sprawled out in Chet and Ray's laps as they both got lost in their phones scrolling through Facebook and sharing memes with each other, which reminded Michael to post the picture of the two of you Jim had sent to him. "Anyone have any dinner ideas before we leave? Anyone in the mood for anything particular?"

"Honestly could just keep it classic and go for a burger and a shake right now." Ray said from the back.

"Ooo, from where though?" Jim asked, turning around to look at him. "That shake sounds really fucking good. Chocolate shake. I want a chocolate shake."

"Tommy's!" Montana, Brooke, Ray, and Chet said in unison.

"Michael? Y/N?" Xavier questioned, pushing his sun glasses down so he could look at the both of you.

"A cookies and cream milkshake is calling my name right now." Michael said as his hand lazily brushed through your hair.

"You had me at burger." you agreed.

"Tommy's it is." Xavier said, finally starting Jim's car, his blue LED strips, dimly illuminating the car, the last song on his phone beginning to play as Xavier single-handedly backed out of the parking space.

Despite how tired everyone was, the car ride was far from silent. For the first 30 minutes anyways. It would take over an hour and a half before you all got back into downtown LA. You finally sat up in your seat, Michael throwing his arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. So needy , you thought, but you loved that about him. He always wanted to be close to you. He always wanted to touch you. He made sure you felt loved and secured. You watched at the front as Jim and Xavier currently sang and half danced to the song that played. You glanced at Brooke and Montana who had fallen asleep rather quickly, heads leaned against the car window. Chet and Ray had resorted to playing Among Us to pass the drive time, Michael soon joining them.

"Okay, fucking seriously." Michael said as he furrowed his eyebrows, pissed that he was killed by the imposter yet again. And the imposter just happened to be Chet, but of course he kept silent, not wanting to alert Ray. You giggled to yourself, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You wiped them anyway, inhaling deeply before exhaling.

"Everything alright?" Michael asked, noticing your change of mood. "Why are you crying?" He made sure to whisper, not wanting to draw attention to the both of you.

"Michael." you said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." he smiled.

"And all of our crazy friends."

"I love them too." he laughed.

Fuck, I love my friends

Without them, I'd be dead

I know they're the only ones who'll love me till the end

We're all such a mess, lonely and depressed

Been so long and I can't wait to see them again

Fuck, I love my friends

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[thiswasinevitableid]

For the prompt fill, number 3 for Indruck seems pretty fitting!

Here you go! Prompt 3 was “sweet” , Indrid’s design is based on a barracuda and I went with SFW on this one.

“Duck, can you do me a favor when you lock up?” Leo dumps orange taffy into a glass jar. 

“Sure, what d’you need?”

“Got some locks for the garbage cans; put ‘em on after you set the alarm out back. Somethin’s been getting into our trash every damn night for the last week. It makes a god-awful mess and I’m worried we’re gonna get a fine for littering.”

Duck nods, turns his attention back to the flock of tourists approaching the window. The afternoon is swallowed up in a pit of sugar-sticky air and blasts of welcome cold from the freezer. There are worse places for a summer job than Tarkesian’s Sweets--he’s right by the water, can watch the wildlife on his lunch break, and Leo is low-maintenance boss--but after eight hours on his feet getting splashed with soda or burned on the popcorn machine, he’s ready to head home. The trash locks have other ideas.

It takes ten minutes of cursing and fumbling to get the first bin secured. He doesn’t even know how the damn things are getting overturned; they seem too heavy for a raccoon or seagull to knock to the ground. 

A tiny splash behind him, probably a fish jumping. 

Then a crooked, shiny pole slowly enters his periphery. In dim yellow of the streetlight, he can tell the end of it is curved. It pokes inelegantly at the wall, then the locked can, then the wall once again, and then Duck’s leg.

The hook pulls back, pauses, then pokes him again.

“The fuck?” He grabs it when it goes for another jab, pulls up only for his arms to be wrenched towards the water. Not to be outdone, he tugs harder. His opponent retaliates with enough force that he almost tumbles off the pier. He growls, braces his foot on the railing, and hauls the hook and its owner up onto worn wood with him. 

It’s a guy about his age, angular face framed by a mess of silver hair and pierced ears. Figures it’s some sort of artsy punk swimming around poking people in the leg. That explains why he’s shirtless too. 

It does not, however, explain why he has a tail. 

“Rude.” The guy sits up on his hands, silver and black tail flicking droplets of saltwater everywhere, “I don’t go around stopping you from eating.”

“Look man, I just wanted you to stop jabbin me and knockin the trash over.” Maybe if he doesn’t mention the tail it will go away. 

“How else am I supposed to get at those odd, pulpy tubs full of ‘cookies and cream’ or ‘bubblegum’?”

“The fuck--wait, you were tryin’ to get the ice cream containers out of the trash?”

“Yes? I also want more of the caramel apples” he pronounces the last word “applees” causing Duck to giggle in spite of himself. 

“Look, I have to piece words together from the signs on your store. And you obviously know what I meant or you would not be laughing, so do you have any in the cans or not?”

“Nope” Duck gets his laughter under control, “sold out of caramel apples today.” 

“Drat” the visitor starts scooting across the pier towards the unlocked trashcan, “I’ll see what else I can find.”

“Wait don’t fuckin knock that over, Leo’ll be pissed at me if he comes back to a mess, and I don’t feel like pickin up trash because you want a snack!”

“But I’m starving!” The merman, because at this point there’s no way he can deny that’s what’s been rooting through the garbage, whacks at Duck with his tail.

“I know for a damn fact there’s food down there.” He points at the bay. 

“Only if you can catch it, and only if it is not in another mer’s territory. Which much of this area is; I am new here, young, and thus have no claim to any patch of sea.”

“You ain’t got any family?” Something pings in his chest. It’s the part of his heart that made him pick out the runt of litter when his mom let him get a cat on his thirteenth birthday, that means he always splits his lunch with Juno because she’s running track and needs it more than he does, that makes him tear up when he thinks about everything a sapling has to survive to become a tree.

“Merfolk leave home at sixteen.” The merman shrugs.

Duck sighs, grabbing his keys, “If I bring you somethin to eat, will you leave the trash alone?”

“Yes.” 

He shuts off the alarm, grabs a cone and fills it with bright blue ice cream. The merman is back in the water when he returns, arms resting on the pier.

“Oooh, my favorite!” He takes the ice cream, biting huge chunks out of it as Duck re-arms the door. 

Crunch

“...The container is edible!!”

He sits next to the merman’s arms, “Guess you wouldn’t have had an ice cream cone before, huh.”

“No, but it is lovely. I wish humans threw these away more often.” He polishes off the treat, licks his fingers clean with moans Duck hears in his dreams later, and smiles, “thank you for the meal. Goodnight.” 

There’s a final flash of silvery tail, and then Duck’s alone in the breezy night air.

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“That’s a sandwich, correct?”

“AHfuck” Duck knocks over his water bottle in surprise. He’s eating behind the candy store like usual and not expecting an aquatic dining companion. 

“Apologies. I have seen you eating here before and thought you may like some company.” He sets a sea urchin on the ground and proceeds to bang on it with a rock. 

“Found some lunch?”

“I followed some otters; I was mainly trying to draw them, but they led me to a kelp bed no one else was in.”

“...Wait how do you draw underwater?”

“Let me finish cracking this open and I will show you.”

Duck spends the rest of his lunch break on his belly, the merman showing him a sketchbook and enchanted pen that conjures whatever colors the illustrator envisions. The mer is genuinely excited to talk to him. He assumes the nuzzling is due to him smelling like cotton candy; he doesn’t mind, the mer’s skin is cool and he makes cute little noises whenever he touches Duck. 

Before the stands, Duck asks, “You got a name?”

“Indrid.”

“Duck.” 

Indrid’s eyes flick to the nearby estuary.

“Yeah, like the bird. It’s a nickname.”

“I like it.” Indrid smiles, dives, and flaps his tail once in farewell.

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“Cutting school again?” Indrid’s voice bubbles up by his feet. 

“Yep.” Duck watches the spring clouds roll by from his favorite spot on the beach. It’s secluded and far from town, meaning no one will give him shit for skipping class and nobody will see Indrid.

He worked at Leo’s until this past summer, only quitting at the start of his senior year of high school when Indrid pointed out that much of Kepler was surrounded by water and that, if Duck wanted to see him, he did not have to keep working at the candy store in order to do so. 

“Not that I mind the free food.” Indrid winks. 

“Just gonna bring you bulk ice cream from Safeway; no way am I missin out on that chirpin you do when you eat it.”

Duck slides the grocery bag towards the surf, “not like KCC is gonna rescind my offer. Ain’t a fuckin Ivy League or some shit.”

“And you will be happy there?”

“Yeah. They got a decent work-study program with the park, so I can still get a job as a ranger if I want to.”

“Oh. Good.” 

Indrid sounds sad, and Duck sits up on his elbows. His friend’s torso is fully on land, his tail fidgeting in the foam. 

“What’s up?

“I...Barclay told me his human is going to a school further inland, and I know there are many places you could got to learn. You...you did not choose to stay in Kepler because you feel the need to look after me, did you?”

“Course not.” Duck is sitting up now, aching to stroke Indrid’s hair, “I mean, I’m glad we’re still gonna be able to see each other, and I really hopin I can get a room near the beach so it’s easy to come talk. But this is the right choice for me; if I really want to, I can transfer to a different school in a few years, and I can learn a lot here without takin on a shit-ton of debt. Besides, ain’t like I think you’re helpless; I love bringin you stuff and rubbin your fin when it’s sore, but that’s because you’re my friend. Don’t think you’re helpless. I never have.”

“Not even when I was stealing trash?”

“Thought you were a fuckin nuisance, not helpless.” He playfully nudges his shoulder with his toes. 

Indrid turns his head and nips his calf, “How’s that for a nuisance?”

“Not much, felt kinda nice. Uh, I mean, uh, fuck, so, where’d that worry about my stayin come from?”

The mer crawls and wiggles until they’re shoulder to shoulder, “I think my future sight is finally developing; my fathers arrived around the time he turned eighteen, so it makes sense mine would arrive at a similar point. The trouble is, I am having a hard time telling the futures from my own imaginings and worries.”

“That fuckin sucks.”

“I’ll manage. All seers struggle at the beginning. I just wish I was quicker at learning whether certain timelines are really more likely or if they are just ones that I want to be likely.”

“Like what?”

Indrid glances at him, opens his mouth, then shuts it and faces the sea.

Duck smirks, “‘Drid, there somethin you wanna ask me?”

“No. Yes. Maybe? I, I just don’t want to pressure youOOOHhhh that’s not fair” he flops on his back with a groan as Duck scritches his upper tail, “you know I’ll do anything when you touch me like this.”

“Damn right I do. And what I want is for you to tell me the truth.”

Indrid whines, covers his face with his hands.

“Do it or I’ll stop.”

“Rude” Indrid lowers his hands enough that his red eyes peer over the top, “is that any way to treat a mer who wants to kiss you?”

Duck gives his answer by pouncing on his friend, pinning narrow shoulders into the sand as he devours his mouth in kisses. 

“You like that treatment better?”

“Goodness, yes.” Indrid pulls him back down, slipping his tongue between his lips and nibbling his neck when he finally stops to breathe. Then his hand flails sideways, grabbing the plastic bag and chucking it further up the beach.

“The, the tide is coming in and I, ah, foresee us working up quite the appetite.” He tugs Duck’s collar down with his teeth, nuzzling and licking across his skin with little hums of pleasure, “so I want to save those for afterwards. Who knows” he grins, “maybe we’ll need energy for round two as well.”

Duck cups his cheek, inhales the scent of the sea and the sight of his future, “I like the way you think, sweet thing.”

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #mermay fills

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

dings a rinky triangle right next to your head Hi guys, it's fic time! I actually put this up last night but I'm telling you right now. It's had a few hours to cool, like a pie out of the oven, but made of words. This chapter will actually contain mentions of ssssself harm, so viewer beware, i guess.

His world stays dark, even though he knows he’s opened his eyes. He tries to understand that, brain feeling foggy. He must be somewhere dark. He’s laying on his back. He can hear muffled voices, maybe, over him? He’s under something. He lays there, listening, but he’s too tired to even try to understand, and the voices are too muffled to be anything recognizable. Maybe, if he really strains, he can hear a familiar voice, or someone who sounds like his baby sister, but the only word he manages to understand is “invisible.”

He falls back into a restless sleep.

The next time he’s able to shake exhaustion from his mind, he tries to sit up. It’s easier than he thought it might be. This time, more aware of himself, his body feeling less destroyed, he actually tries to understand where he is. It feels like he’s laying in dirt, or under dirt, in a mountain of it, the usual soft scent of freshly turned earth overpowering. It still hurts to move, but he forces himself to, clawing upwards, through the dirt, until he reaches a wooden plank, which he goes through, like he’s not even there.

It’s a box, containing something foul smelling. A coffin… he’s inside a coffin. Juno buried him below a pine box, in someone else’s grave. The inside of it stinks, like decay and chemicals, and he doesn’t stop to take in whoever this used to be, just pushes up, and out, until he emerges from the ground like a zombie, like Night of the Living Dead. The ground around him is grown over with grass, and he grabs at it, using it as much as he can, as he crawls from someone’s grave, until finally, he pulls himself free from the earth, and lays there, taking breaths he doesn’t need, to clear the smell of the body from his nose. His suit and trench coat are filthy, but that barely registers, at this point. There are more important things to worry about, like getting home- He sits up, catches sight of the gravestone.

Emily Deetz Devoted Wife, Beloved Mother “Whom Most We Love Reach First the Golden Gate, Leaving Us Desolate”

He stares at the etching on the stone, and feels something in his mind snap, like a rubber band stretched too tight. He’s seeing the world through a fisheye lens, his vision distorted, blurry, as he tries to understand exactly what just happened. Juno made him crawl out of his own mother’s grave. The body he still reeks of was Emily’s. He sits there, a long time, not feeling much of anything, only able to stare, replaying that memory, over and over, and the only thing that makes him move is the sudden realization of what grass over a grave could mean. Emily’s been buried long enough for it to grow. How long has it been since he’s been home? He does his best to push this fun new trauma down, as far as it will go. He’s got to get back to his family. What’s left of it, he thinks, humorlessly.

He stands, off balance, and wipes some of the dust and dirt from his face, and finds that, annoyingly, his glamour has slipped, and it refuses to reapply. Maybe he’s too drained, though he’s not sure how he’s going to get back home, clearly looking as deranged as he must. He’s too exhausted to teleport, and he wanders around the cemetery, avoiding the few people there as much as he can, as the sun dips low, and vanishes. At least by that point he can force his teeth and ears to resemble normal human’s. The moss and eyes, well, he’s too worn down to care. So he’ll look like an extra grubby hobo, he thinks. That’ll have to be his new look, for now.

He reaches a gate, and leans on it, and then falls through it, and blinks, confused. He’s never been intangible by accident, before. Usually it takes concentration to make his solid form incorporeal. He stands, straightens out his suit collar, adjusts his sleeves, fiddles with his tie, as he thinks. There’s got to be someone around here who can call his family for him, or at the very least, a cab. The cemetery is growing darker, and his attention is drawn to the far off flicker of candles. He feels a pull, and he approaches, taking in what he sees.

It’s a group of five teenagers with an Ouija board. Predictable. He snorts, and expects that sound to alert the kids to his presence, but they don’t even turn to see what the noise could be. He steps closer, until he’s fully illuminated by the glowing ring of candles around them, and he tries to be friendly. “Hey, just a normal livin’ adult human man, in a cemetery, at night, approachin’ a group of children. You kids wanna be helpful an’ call me a cab?” BJ tries, but he’s ignored. The kids don’t even look in his direction. He remembers being a snot nosed teen, but this is a bit much. His blood boils, and he leans down, claps his hands in one of the teen’s faces, and she responds to that, but not in the way he wants. “I think I just felt a cold spot!” she tells her friends. “In front of my face, just now!” “Calm down with that,” a red haired girl shoots her a look. “We haven’t even started yet, and you’re already having a spiritual experience. Yeah, right.” “No you guys, really!”

“Lookit me,” he interrupts them. The children continue to squabble. His gut clenches. “Look at me!” he demands, storming to the center of the circle, and kicking at their stupid board game. His boot goes through it. They don’t react. Why would they, he realizes, sinking to sit on top of the board.

He’s invisible.

He tries to recall everything Juno had said, as he’d struggled to keep conscious, while impaled. Loneliness. Invisibility, being at the command of the living. Being… forgotten. No, no, NO- His impending freak out is stymied when he feels hands go through him, and he shoots up, hovering over the board game, as the teens below him react. “Oh my god, total cold spot! Should we like, make a note of that?” “Come on, come on, let’s start, while there’s still someone or something here!”

The five teens lean forward, each placing fingers on the planchette. “Is there anyone here?” one of them asks.

Betelgeuse stares, and feels a tug, again, clearly coming from the board. He knows some demons use these things to play with their food, before they eat, so he gives it a go, and floats over the game, head down, feet in the air, like he’s diving underwater. Maybe these kids can actually help him. He pushes the planchette with one finger, to land on “Yes.”

“Did you do that?” one boy asks, and the group devolves into the kids blaming each other, and he rakes his hands down his face, and tries to move the planchette, again, but they’re too busy squabbling, they’re not touching it anymore. Fuck, this is frustrating. He’s never wanted a group of teenagers to drop dead as badly as he does right now. Finally, they put their hands back on the pointer, and ask another question. “Are you friendly?”

This time, he pushes the planchette to spell, instead. “S-U-R-E.” “That doesn’t instill a lot of confidence,” the redhead from before mutters. “What do you want?” He nudges the pointer along, painstakingly slow. “H-O-M-E.” “You want to go home?” “YES.”

“For fuck sake, yes,” he groans, and then perks as one asks, “How can we help you?” Well… he’s not actually sure. He squints, trying and failing to recall everything Juno had said. How is he supposed to work with this curse thing, when he doesn’t know the rules? He digs his hands in his pockets, frustrated, and then blinks, because there’s what feels like a business card there, one that he doesn’t remember. He pulls the paper from his pocket, studies it.

BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE

He remembers the way Juno had chanted his name, before he’d lost consciousness. That must be it, then. His name is his burden.

“M-Y-N-A-M-E-T-H-R-E-E-T-I-M-E-S”

“Oh, wait, wait, guys, I’ve heard of this,” one of the girls gasps. “Demonic entities, they have you do things in threes, to mock the trinity, you know, father, son, and holy ghost. It’s a demon thing! We might be talking to a non-human spirit!” “That means we can’t trust it, right?” A boy asks, and they all look uneasy. He steers the planchette around the board, desperate. “W-A-N-N-A-H-O-M-E-P-L-Z.” The redhead wrinkles her nose. “Do demons use chat speak?” she asks, glancing around the group.

“O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-U-K-I-D-S-A-R-E-K-I-L-L-I-N-M-E.”

“I’m not afraid. Tell us your name, spirit!” a boy calls, and he gives the planchette a push, intent on spelling it. The pointer doesn’t move. “Come the fuck on!” he growls, but it doesn’t matter how much strength he puts into the action, he can’t move the dinky plastic piece to spell out his name.

“Spirit? You there?”

“F-U-C-K,” he spells out, in a rage, because this is pointless, he’s too exhausted and sore to think of how to make this work, and he just wants to go home, and see what’s left of his family. He growls again, and then snuffs all the candles in the circle, all at once, causing the kids to scream, and scramble, and that, at least, forces a rictus grin from him. He’s always enjoyed the sounds of terror. He leaves the children tripping over themselves in the dark, and decides he’s going to have to make his way home the old fashioned way- floating. At least he doesn’t have to walk, he supposes, tucking his legs under himself, and he floats invisibly out of the cemetery, and down the sidewalk, trying to focus on how good it will be to see Lydia and Charles, and not on how they won’t see him, and especially not on how every part of him, physically, emotionally, mentally, is hurting. read the rest over here~ If you're totally lost, I find starting at the beginning of something often makes the middle of something make better sense. So you can start at the very beginning right HERE

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice fic #beetlelands fic #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #my writing #lydia deetz #charles deetz #emily deetz #shorter chapter now to facilitate longer chapter in the future. it is what it is beloveds

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

The OTHER Members of Eve’s Coven

Me and @lilmissrantsypants couldn’t fit all the coven in as cameos in chapter 3, so here’s a rundown on the members who didn’t make an appearance. I added some of the stuff that inspired us into making the characters, My wife just went crazy with descriptions for her characters.

Aleister & Tantomile Deering: A pair of twins who were orphaned during WWII. They had to scrape by to survive, with Tantomile whoring herself out for drug money. They were turned when Aleister begged for help as his sister was overdosing. They were plagued by psychic visions as mortals, their powers awakening fully when they were turned. They are practically inseperable nowadays.

Power: Aleister and Tantomile have innate psychic abilities, activated by touching someone. Tantomile can see into a person’s past, while Aleister can see multiple outcomes the future could hold and then latch on to the most likely scenario. Their vampiric power is a twin link that allows them to experience the emotions the other one does, as well as keep them connected.

Inspiration: The psychic cat twins Tantomile and Coripocat from Cats 

My wife came up with the basic concept and we workshopped them together from there; it’s a joint effort. She does Tantomile, I do Aleister.

Bartholomew Comstock: An overly aggressive puritan who was despised by his fellow townsfolk, he was banished from his New England home and forced to start a farm on his own. He nearly perished in the winter before Eve turned him. His hatred at being a disgusting, demonic creature such as a vampire is only ameliorated by his knowledge that Eve, having once been the angel Samael, ‘confirms’ his beliefs and allows him to eternally punish those he views as sinners.

Power: He believes his power gives him great strength against sinners, allowing him to inflict pain upon those who have done foul deeds. In truth, it is actually his own sins that give him strength, though his power does weaken as he exerts himself or runs low on blood (he cannot become unstoppably powerful).

Inspiration: The dad from The VVitch

Beatrix Cullen: Beatrix Cullen was a happy woman once, a skilled seamstress in the 1950s who simply loved the act of creation. She had an adoring boyfriend, and the two were set to be married, with Beatrix making a gorgeous wedding dress for her special day. But on that day, her groom never arrived, as he had been killed in a car accident on the way. Stricken by grief, Beatrix was easily convinced by Eve to join her coven, with the promise that perhaps her power could help her bring her husband back some day...

Power: Beatrix can imbue any object such as a sculpture or statue with life, essentially making golems without a magic scroll. Her most trusted golem is her mannequin, Manny, who often tries to steal her wedding dress. Her ultimate goal is to use her natural skills and her power to bring her husband back to life, stitching a Frankenstein monster of him and pieces of sleazy men who hit on her into a perfect flesh golem.

Inspirations: The bride from the Haunted Mansion, Kill Bill, Frankenstein, that one Tumblr post about 50s housewives fighting zombies with chainsaws, La Pascualita, Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh

Blanche Atterton: Daughter of Lady Drusilla Atterton, she grew up wanting nothing more than her mother’s love, though her mother was often far too preoccupied with “other things” (which she later learned was all of her plotting and planning to ensure her riches).When given the choice for vampirism, she excitedly vowed her loyalty to her mother and Eve. As she was only 15 at the time and children would not survive the turning, her mother waited until she turned 21 before turning her.Blanche does everything for her mother’s attention and love. She doesn’t hesitate to do her bidding in hopes of her mother praising her for it. She’s misguided, not evil, though her mother’s praise has given her a superiority complex and she’s a bit of a narcissist.

Power:  Blanche’s power gives her a powerful, painful scream. Those within 5 feet of her screaming will suffer from temporary deafness for 5 minutes. Whether they fall deaf or not, bleeding from the ears is very common, especially among mortals.

Inspiration: Drizella from Cinerella

Dee Comporre: Giorgio Nero’s faithful, somewhat obsessed bodyguard. She quite obviously has a crush on him due to her hatred of any woman who so much as interacts with Giorgio, though Giorgio just sees her as being a bit overprotective. She has a shaved head, and paints her face to look like a skull.

Power: She can secrete and spit a powerful corrosive acid that can melt through even metal.

Inspirations: D’Compose from InHumanoids

Dorian Ferris: A serial killer known as “The Ferryman,” who always leaves coins over his victim’s eyes. As a mortal, he had far too many close calls, and was nearly caught several times, particularly during a bout in a town back in 1999. He tends to target wicked people such as domestic abusers, rapists, crooked cops, and so on, sending them down the River Styx ahead of time to make the world a better place. He willingly joined the coven to escape punishment. More than anything, he just wishes to live a quiet, peaceful life.

Power: Has luck manipulation, which can allow him to do everything from dodge attacks by near misses or turn his surroundings into a Final Destination movie for opponents. He tends to activate a particular mode based on the whims of a coin toss. 

Inspirations: Jinx from Teen Titans, Final Destinatiin, Two-Face, Yoshikage Kira

Elizabeth Bathory:   The Blood Countess herself. After evading death in the 1600s thanks to Eve, she became a loyal follower of the demon, and was recruited into the Order of the 1800s. Dracula and Rasputin managed to defeat her and supposedly kill her, but Bathory is notoriously hard to slay. True to her infamous reputation, she tends to “Feed” by bathing in the blood of her victims. 

Power:Bathing in blood gives her an insane power boost; the longer she soaks, the stronger she gets. She can also absorb blood through her skin, though she can’t absorb the blood of supernatural beings this way.

Elvis Rey: Growing up near the border, Elvis always wanted to be like his hero, Elvis PResley. He obsessively watched the man’s performances and learned his every move. When the man died, he vowed he was going to become the greatest Elvis impersonator that ever lived. The 80s weren’t too kind to him, and drinking, gambling, and overeating left him looking like chubby later-years Elvis. With debt collectors crawling down his neck, he turned to Eve, and became a powerful vampire.

Power: He is capable of replicating any non-supernatural ability he sees. For example, if he watched a martial arts movie, he would be able to pull off those moves. Think the comic book character Taskmaster. 

Inspirations: Elvis (Presley), Elvis (God Hand)

Giorgio Nero: Giorgio Nero was a member of Cosa Nostra who attempted to retire from this life due to his wife and child. However, his past would eventually catch up with him, and his child was nearly killed, which lead to Giorgio accepting an offer he had once rejected, but now couldn’t refuse: vampirism and joining with Eve’s coven. Despite everything, he is an honorable man who dearly loved his wife and adores and accepts his child.

Power: You know Magneto? Like from X-Men? Imagine that but instead of a Holocaust survivor it’s an Italian guy. Boom.

Inspirations: Magneto, Risotto Nero from Vento Aureo, Metlar from InHumanoids

James Wilson: James was born in 1812 as a slave. When he was 8, he was gifted to the man one of his master’s daughters married, along with 13 other slaves. As his former master’s name was Wilson, he took that as his surname. He worked as a stablehand until he became a farmer at age 12. After a rather brutal beating when he accidentally dropped a bag of freshly picked potatoes at age 25, James encountered Eve. She promised to help free him. She turned him into a vampire (1837). He lived on the run until the Emancipation Proclamation was issued and went into full effect in 1863. James used to speak in thick, Gullah speech, but over time, it has lessened as he acquired modern language.

Power: James’s power gives him the ability to summon and play with water. He can use it however he wishes: to drown someone, to create a small unnatural pool to swim in, or to cool someone off with a quick sprinkle. This comes from his silent love for water, though he wasn’t ever allowed to swim or play in it.

Inspiration: Splash Mountain

Juno Nero: The child of Giorgio Nero. They tend to wear long black coats, masks, and facial bandages to hide their face and body due to extreme anxiety. They are mute as well, and communicate via sign language. They are nonbinary.

Power: They can stretch their body like rubber (think Elastigirl, Rubber Band Man, Plastic Man, you get the idea).

Inspiration: Tendril from InHumanoids

Lady Drusilla Atterton: Born in 1852 in England as Drusilla Graham to a middle-class family. She grew up idolizing the wealthy and decided she would do whatever it took to become wealthy herself.Met Josiah Kipling, a 28 year old man, when she was 22. He fell madly in love with her. She was overjoyed as he was quite wealthy. They married in 1874 and had two daughters together (Katharine [1875] and Blanche [1877]). However, after 8 years of marriage (1882), Drusilla (now age 30) fell out of love with him and secretly laced his food with rat poison, ultimately killing him. As they had personal chefs, it was deemed to be the fault of the chef, who was arrested and charged with the crime. As his widow, she inherited a share of his wealth.Over the next 10 years (1882-1892), Drusilla married 8 other wealthy men from all over the country, all who mysteriously died less than a year later in what were deemed to be unfortunate accidents.

Donald Thompson, married in 1883, died in a carriage accident.

Maurice Parker, married in 1884, died of a laudanum overdose.

Timothy Edwards, married in 1886, died by drowning

Christopher Watson, married in 1887, died by falling out of a second story window

Nathaniel Harris, married in 1888, died of apparent suicide

Bernard Carter, married in 1890, died of a hunting accident

Percy Clarke, married in 1891, died after being attacked by a burglar

Timothy Atterton, married in 1892, died in bed (cause unknown)

She met Eve in 1892 shortly after marrying Timothy Atterton. Eve had heard of her reputation as the Cursed Widow (but knew full well her husbands’ deaths were her doing). As Eve was extremely weakened, Amon turned her. With Eve’s assistance, she killed her final husband by scaring him to death by introducing him to Eve. Drusilla vowed her loyalty.With the knowledge of how to turn another from Eve (as Amon refused to tell her how), Drusilla offered the gift of vampirism to each of her daughters. Katharine ( refused and cut herself off from her mother, instead choosing to live a full and honest life. Blanche, on the other hand, being so keen to be accepted and loved by her mother vowed her own loyalty to both her mother and Eve. When she turned 21, Drusilla turned her as well (as she was informed that youth would not survive the turning).

Power: Her  power allows her to paralyze her target with a simple cold stare for a full 5 minutes.

Inspiration: Lady Tremaine from Cinderella

Lord Gordon Ruthven: A rich, aristocratic vampire who enjoyed luring in and preying on young women. He was part of the Order of the 19th century. He is currently a severed head, as his body was destroyed by the Silverwings.

Power: Can exude a charm aura that makes women more susceptible to his commands and desires, though it only works on women capable of being attracted to him (it would not work on lesbains, for instance).

Mabel Lockhart: A sickly young girl whose father made a deal with Eve to keep her from dying. Her dad is currently missing, and she is unsure if he’s even alive.

Power: She has the ability to absorb energy, such as steam energy, electrical energy, etc and gain boosts and power depending on what type she absorbs. For example, absorbing electrical energy would allow her to to shoot lightning. She can also absorb a person’s energy, but at most she can make them very lethargic and gets little else from absorbing that sort of energy.

Inspiration: Loosely based on the Pokemon Magearna

Maddox Hinton: Maddox was born in 1863 in a small town in England. He doesn’t talk much about his past, but he does boast about how he and his father were valued hypnotists in their small town. He was his father’s apprentice, learning how the art of hypnotism worked, though he wasn’t quite as successful as his father. This was what Eve used to convince him to turn to vampirism. It occurred when he was 25 and preparing to take over the family business.His power helped him convince his customers that they were actually under the effects of hypnotism. His father simply believed that taking over the business helped him tap into his true potential. 

He continued this way until Eve demanded his help. He lied to his dad, telling him he was going to travel abroad and spread their business, causing his father to take over the business once again.Maddox served Eve for a few years before she told him she didn’t need his help anymore. It was likely this that irritated him so much that he eventually became loyal to Amon while under the very convincing facade he’s loyal to Eve.

The rest of his past is unknown. All he will often tell people is he traveled all over the world, performing great feats under fake names as “world-renown hypnotists”. Maddox is a wild card. He does things for the fun of it or for his own pleasure, often without any sympathy towards others.

Power: Maddox’s power allows him to take control of another (similarly to Gabby’s). However, he can take control of up to two people at once. Instead of physically puppeteering them, he simply suggests they do something and they do it.

Inspiration: Vex from Lost Girl

Margaret Derwin: Margaret was born in New York City in 1902. She grew up with a love for music, particularly singing. She had dreams of becoming a famous singer.When she was 18, she pursued these dreams. She got a job as a dancer at a speakeasy with hopes of, eventually, being able to become one of their singers in time. It was there that she met Elizabeth, one of the other dancers. They secretly fell in love (which answered Margaret’s confusion about why she wasn’t interested in men). Eventually, they decided to run away to California together. They made plans and prepared for this, but on the day it was to happen, Elizabeth never showed up. Margaret later discovered she had changed her mind and, instead, was going to marry a man she’d met at the speakeasy.Eve found Margaret heartbroken and wandering the streets looking for a new job after quitting at the speakeasy (as it was too difficult to continue working there when Elizabeth was still there). Eve easily wooed her to her side. Though, as Margaret had good intentions, Amon had eventually been able to convince her to assist him instead as he wanted to ensure Eve would stop preying on innocent people like herself.

Power:  Margaret’s power involves her voice. Through singing, she can influence one’s emotions depending on her intentions (anger them, seduce them, calm them down, soothe them to sleep).

Nora: Nora’s memories are very faded. She knows she was born to a very poor family in Ireland. She knows she was sold as an indentured servant at age 13 in exchange for her tickets to America, board, and food. She knows she worked for that American family for 7 years. She knows she caught influenza and was promptly fired by the family for fear she’d infect them all. She knows she was near death, wandering the streets alone, when a massive black snake promised to save her. At the time, Nora believed it was just an illusion. She found out the next day, however, that it was not. She’d been saved by the gift of vampirism.Nora lived a long, long time as a homeless woman. She watched as America grew into a country of its own. She preyed on any she could find in order to survive. Eventually, she took residence in an abandoned house on a street. Over time, rumors spread that a ghost lived in the house on Blackwell Street. Her appearance and her power did much to add to this as well, as did the occasional mysterious deaths of those who wandered into the house hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Power: Nora’s power allows her to become visible or invisible on command. She can only switch from one to the other every 10 minutes. She often uses this to frighten mortals and uphold her identity as the Ghost of Blackwell Street.

Tony Sugar:  Tony Sugar is the owner, spokesman, and iconic figure of the Lost Paradise Candy Company. With the help of Amon, he became one of the first successful Black candy makers in America. He’s very flamboyant, campy, and charismatic—essentially a black Willy Wonka. He is pansexual because, in his own words, “everyone deserves a little Sugar.” He is also an avid beekeeper.

Power:  He has the power to “mellify” corpses, filling them with a honey-like substance and turning them into zombies.

Inspirations: Tony Todd’s Candyman, Ruby Rhod, the song “Sweet Bod,” the myth of the mellified man

Walter Sherman: Formerly a college professor and devoted family man from the dawn of the 20th century, Walter was a good man known for always thinking forward and being able to accept new changes in the world. However, when a freak accident claimed the life of his wife and child, he couldn’t handle it and attempted suicide before being saved by Amon. He’s mostly in the coven out of loyalty to Amon.

Power: He has the power of adaptability, allowing him to easily adapt to any situation. For example, using lightning against him would make him adapt lightning resistance.

Inspirations: The Carousel of Progress

Wayne Nicol: A formerly friendly clown who was forced to witness unspeakable horrors during WWII. He survived the horrors, but was left fundamentally disturbed by the nightmare he had lived through. He joined the coven hoping to find some sort of safety, but as it turned out, Eve had other plans.

Power: Has the power to control and manipulate a person’s fears to weaponize against them.

Inspirations: Scarecrow (Batman), Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, The Day the Clown Cried

#The vampirino story

[yankyo]

Clone Wars - 5

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You didn’t mean to stare, not really, but once you had noticed the way that their form would change almost at will, it was impossible not to. Right now, this particular clone was busy reading over one of the books you had brought for the group to keep everyone entertained while you had to go work, but even while they were focused, they tapped their fingers on their knee, their fingers slowly growing longer like a spider’s legs before shrinking rapidly back down. This clone you had no clue what you were to name them, honestly you hadn’t been able to spend too much casual time with them beyond your initial meeting. Whenever you tried, Jazz was always there with you, apparently the clones each had their favorite person and these two were known to stick together like glue. Jazz had been more than happy to answer your questions, this currently nameless clone was gender fluid, they were one of the smarter clones and their talent with shape shifting was legendary - something you were seeing firsthand now and with Jazz busy with some task Beej had sent him out on, you were wondering how best to approach this clone and strike up a real conversation.

“You’re staring.” They spoke up without even looking up from their book, the suddenness making you jolt up in your place.

“Ah... yes, sorry I was lost in thought.” They gave a soft hum in response, shutting the book to meet your eyes. Their eyes were a deep green, but even their irises seemed to be constantly changing, for a second they appeared to be slits but when you blinked, they had returned back to normal. “Does that hurt?” You wanted to cover your mouth immediately, but they just chuckled at the question.

“Not really. It hurts more if I don’t.” Your confusion must’ve been blatant on your face because they set the book aside and turned towards you fully, holding out their hands for you to take. Their hands were cold, which had long since stopped being a surprise, but there seemed to be a current running under their skin, a barely held back energy. “It’s like.... like if you held your breath. Your body would feel pain and everything in you would be focused on that needed oxygen, right?” You nodded. “Shifting for me is like breathing, if I don’t it feels like I’m constrained, but worse.” You squeezed their hands automatically, hoping to offer some comfort because even just talking about the pain made their face twist into a grimace. “I think I can last maybe three days without shifting before the pain becomes too much.” You would’ve asked why they would force themselves to endure that amount of pain, but you knew that expression. It was the same Beej had whenever he thought about Juno. So instead you reached up to cup their cheek.

“I think it’s cool! Jazz was telling me how you guys have scared people with the shifting. How you turned your face into snakes and scared the pants off this pizza guy.” They laughed at the memory, the pained expression melting away. “heh. That was funny, you shoulda seen how he fainted. Did he tell you about how I used to assume the form of other demons to fuck around with people in the Netherworld?” When you shook your head, they launched into the tale with gusto, their eyes sparkling. As they spoke, they released on of your hands to gesture with it, their fingers changing to assume the a simplified version of the demon they were talking about, the other staying at their side, their fingers locked with yours. So entranced in the story, you didn’t notice the time flying by, they would pause for a moment and let you get a question in or just to watch you squirm in suspense, their smile growing ever wider at your expression.

“So you can change every aspect of your body? Skin color, hair length, everything?” they nodded, their arm shifting into a long gelatinous mass to prove the point.

“Yeah, though,” they gave a low chuckle, “you have already felt how much I can change my body, haven’t you?” Their voice dropped to a husky purr you remembered hearing before. Their hand settled on your thigh as they leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I could show you more, if you’d like?” Fuck, yes, you definitely did. But you knew how this particular song and dance went and you knew it would be better to come up with their name first, so you gave them a small smile and leaned in to kiss them softly.

“Once I come up with a name for everyone, then you can show me.” Their lips quirked up in a wry smile, but they nodded in agreement, pulling you in for just one more lingering kiss before they pulled back to pick their book up again and as you settled back into comfortable silence, you could hear Jazz’s voice coming in from the bedroom and with him came the rest of the clones cheerfully greeting you.

That night you found yourself pouring through different names, just searching for something that would fit them. There were plenty gender neutral names, but Dakota didn’t fit and neither did Azariah. Each name was rejected almost as soon as you saw it, nothing seemed to want to stick. Beetlejuice wasn’t much help at your side, since sex was off the table he was much more demanding of cuddles and a purring demon in your lap nuzzling against you for pats was distracting.

“Rio? No. Zephyr? No. Grey? No.” You muttered aloud, brows furrowed with concentration. “Beej, come on, gimme a second.”

“Take a break, babes. You’ve been at it for hours.” You couldn’t. Sex ban aside, there were still two unnamed clones. They’ve gone without names for centuries and were just waiting on you. How could you just sit back and take a break like this? It wasn’t fair to them.

“When I’m done. I just need to....” you trailed off, “Call them in, the clone I was with today, can you summon them please?” Beej grumbled softly, but he snapped his fingers anyways and the clone stepped in from the shadows.

“Yeah boss...?” Their brows raised at the sight of you both in bed, looking first to Beetlejuice, who was still clinging to you before they returned their gaze back to you with a sweet smile. “You need me, babes?” Attempting to dislodge the clingy demon was proving to be utterly impossible, so you urged the clone forwards instead and patted the space on the bed next to you.

“I have an idea for your name,” you took their hand in yours, “How do you feel about Cici?” They were silent for a moment, mulling over the name before they threw their arms around you in a tight hug.

“I have a name.” Their voice was tight with emotion, their body trembling slightly even as they nuzzled into your neck.

“Hey, hey! It’s my turn with babes. You had em all damn day.” Beej whined, trying to press his head between the both of you.

“Beetlejuice...” your warning tone made him freeze, “Why don’t you sleep with us tonight, Cici?” Beetlejuice’s protest died before it could really start, but Cici shook their head and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I’ll get my chance to cuddle with you later, give boss his attention.” With one last kiss, the clone rose up and gave Beej a parting nod before they left your room, leaving your demon to finally tug you down into his arms.

#beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice #yan writes #beetlejuice x reader #clone wars #cici

[rocknrollerskates]

==> In which you (try to) come out to your sister

You haven’t noticed, but Jane’s been giving you the eye all night. Unlike you, she’s pretty perceptive, especially when it comes to you. She’s noticed you acting off, but like you still, she’s unlikely to bring it up first. Growing up together gives you pretty similar behaviors, so you sit lost in thought while she talks about what she’s been up to in the last month over the sweet tunes she’s playing on her bass.

You wanted to tell her about what you’ve been up to. You wanted to tell her about Juno, and the roundabout trip you went on, and how smitten you are with him. You planned to, had it all set up in your mind that you were going to lay it all out tonight, but.

After your fight with dad you’re not so sure now. I mean, you thought she’d be cool. Jane’s always cool, and she loves you, she’d never think less of you for anything! Least of all for kissing a dude.

But your dad loves you too, and he only caught you laying with one, yet he blew up hard over it.

Not that you’d expect otherwise, you know how he is.

You tap your leg rapidly.

Maybe you thought it’d be different? No, no, you knew all along you had to keep it a secret from him. Maybe you thought you could do that. You got this far, after all. You got this far without ever considering....but Dave- no, you got  this far without considering, you know, batting for the other team. But here you are, suited up in jersey, or whatever. You’re batting, three strikes and you’re out. You’re already down one, you only have two other family members to let find out.

You don’t want Jane to blow up at you like that too. And what about Jade? What would she think? She grew up with grandpa, who knows what he taught her. And how would you handle that? You feel sick to your stomach thinking about it.

“John, you’re going to chew your fingers to the nub.”

You look up at your sister, now noticing the nail between your teeth. You laugh nervously, moving your hands under your lap so you can’t do that anymore.

She shoots you a pitiful smile and captchalogues her bass, moving to sit next to you on the sofa.

“Alright. Out with it.”

Her arm goes around your shoulder, pulling you close. You’re far taller now, but the gesture still reminds you of when she still lived at home, younger.

“What’s on your mind, chicken little? There’s something happening up there, I can practically see the smoke coming out your ears.”

You snicker. And then you’re quiet for a little.

“I had a fight with dad yesterday.”

Her lips tighten, and you look away. She squeezes you in a side hug.

“That doesn’t sound too new. You two get along worse than a rottweiler and a rattlesnake.”

You scratch your neck.

“Yeah, I guess. It’s been better since you left, really. I don’t mean anything by that! I just-it’s quieted down I guess.”

“You mean you’re not getting into trouble?”

“Or he doesn’t know about as much of it.”

She rolls her eyes at you.

“Alright, so what makes this one so special?”

You’re quiet for another long moment.

“Jane, have you thought about... Like have you ever- uh. You know, um.”

She gives you your time, thank fucking christ.

“I invited one of my buddies over. His name’s Juno. I’ve known him since...mmn, June? Whenever fathers day was. A couple months. He’s the guy I went to Disney with, and then uh. Kept staying with for around a month. Without coming to work. Or telling dad.”

You rub your face with your hand, eyes starting to feel sore.

“So, I came back to work this week, dad’s not super happy about me dropping work like that but whatevs, you know. I stay home a few extra days, show him I’m not gonna’ bolt, everything’ll be fine. Except. Juno. And I. We.”

How the fuck do you breech this subject! How are you supposed to bring this up! Jane’s your big sister, if she’s not there for you what the fuck are you going to do? You’d rather keep your big mouth shut than ruin what’s good. What you can count on. Jane’s literally the coolest person you know, you couldn’t deal with that.

“We took a nap on the couch after work, and dad found us in the morning and blew up.”

She tucks her head on top of yours, holding you close like you’re three feet smaller than you are. Small enough to hold, and protect, and take care of.

“Is that all?” Like she knows that it’s not, like she knows you have more to say.

You shake your head.

“He’s my boy friend. That’s what we were fighting about.”

She pats your back. “Oh, Johnny...”

And so you stay like that for a few minutes, while you wait for her to do something that doesn’t come.

“What are you going to do?”

And that surprises you.

“Uh, do?”

She pulls back, just enough to look at you. “Yeah, do you need a place to stay, you big baby? I’ve only got the one bed, but the couch is a pull out.”

You frown. “No, I still live at home.”

“For how long?”

“What do you mean?”

She gives you a patronizing look and pats your cheek.

“John, why do you think I moved out?”

“Because you’re cool like that and needed your own creative space.”

She snickers at you. What the fuck! Bitch! “You could say that.”

She flattens her skirt, now scooting away to get a look at you.

“Okay. Do you remember in my senior year when Roxy and little Rosie came down with their mom for those travel pictures, and at the beach you hung off of Rose’s arm like you were trying to be the eyecandy for Ms. English’s blog, and me and Roxy....?”

You blink. “You and Roxy...?”

She puts her face in her hands and laughs, loud cackles at your inability  to connect the dots.

“John, you are the densest piece of work I have ever had to drag through the mud that is a conversation with you.”

You scowl at her. When she finally makes it to a point that she can hold a straight face without snickering, she puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you think I’m straight, John?”

You nod. Yeah, of course?

She ducks her head, shaking it and her shoulders in a repressed laugh.

“No.”

And your world EXPLODES.

#action post #homophobia m #in which jane is a lesbian #and john is an idiot #ooc #gendered slur /

[uneq-apol--arts]

Creaky Floors

AO3 

Summary: Barbara accidentally scares the (un)life out of Beetlejuice and triggers some traumatic memories. Luckily Charles knows how to cool the demon down. (Rated Teen for Language.)

Warnings: strong language, brief body horror and torture

Genre: hurt/comfort (?)

Characters: Beetlejuice, Barbara Maitland, Charles Deetz, Adam Maitland (briefly), Delia Deetz (briefly), Lydia Deetz (briefly), Juno (briefly)

This was supposed to be light-hearted and silly. But rather suddenly it got dark. 

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Beetlejuice started tossing and turning in zis bed just after the rest of the house settled in to sleep. In zis opinion, it was always too quiet in the Maitland-Deetz house at night. Averagely, the only sounds to be heard were quaint snores from the living, the peaceful purrs of Sandy the Sandworm, and the humming of assorted appliances (mostly the refrigerator Beetlejuice had accidentally broken). On this night, the creaking and rustling of a certain demon in zis bed was among these noises. 

It was past midnight when said demon finally settled. Zis head hung over the side of the bed, the sheets tangled around zim. Beetlejuice laid there for a while before realizing ze was craving ice-cream. Pistachio, lime and chocolate ice-cream. With ants for sprinkles. And... maybe some worms for a slimy garnish. Definitely whipped cream. Ze decided with finality. 

Just thinking about zis midnight snack sent saliva dripping from the ghouls mouth and into the luxurious cream carpeting. 

It took Beetlejuice some time before ze was finally released from the sheets. Said sheets had stripped zim of his socks and boxers in the struggle. Beetlejuice stood and shrugged, glancing at the mess of blankets and pillows. Ze grabbed zis pastel green robe from the back of the door and began zis descent to the kitchen. Ze sunk through the floor and phased through the walls, making quick work to get to zis destination. 

When Beetlejuice finally made it to the kitchen, ze pulled out the big popcorn bowl and an ice-cream scoop. Said ice-cream scoop was zis and Lydia's, adorned with a spider handle Delia refused to even look at. Beetlejuice trotted across the kitchen and retrieved the three ice-cream tubs ze required, not even realizing the looming presence behind zim until it was too late. 

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Being ghosts, Barbara and Adam Maitland had no need to sleep. So when they did lay down and curl up in their bed, they were aware of everything going on around them. On the floor below them, Charles snored, Delia breathed slowly, Lydia whistle-snored softly, and Beetlejuice tossed and turned. 

Barbara leaned over Adam to check the time and found that it was past midnight. "What's wrong, hon?" 

"I'm going to go check on Beej. Ze hasn't settled down all night," with that, Barbara gave her husband a kiss and slipped out of bed. Her gauzy white nightdress caught on the bedpost and Adam chuckled as she tried to free herself. "Adam!" Barbara whined playfully as he continued snickering. 

"Oh, alright," Adam huffed with a smile, flicking Barbara's nightdress free. Barbara turned on her heel without so much as a 'thank you'. 

The ghostly blonde made it down the hallway just to see the tips of violet hair vanish through the hardwood floor. Barbara sighed and crept down the hall to the stairs, watching from the landing as Beetlejuice floated through the walls. Ze headed for the kitchen. This can't be good. Barbara sighed, phasing through the banister and floating down to the floor. She snuck quietly to the kitchen, watching the demon from behind. 

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The ice-cream tubs fell from Beetlejuice's hands and split open, leaking their contents on the floor. Zis hair shot fully white with a gut-wrenching, ear-splitting, heart-stopping scream. Barbara's head was sent swimming as the demon's scream finally ceased and ze sunk to the floor before the refrigerator. "Holy fuckin' Satan, Goddamn fuckin' Christ!" Ze took a moment to compose zimself. "What the fuck, Barbara?!" 

Beetlejuice looked up at her, hair still as white as the refrigerator behind zim. Ze leaned forward, resting on zis hands and knees, melted ice-cream soaking through zis robe. Ze was breathing incredibly heavily despite not needing to. 

Beetlejuice looked up at Barbara. Except... it wasn't Barbara. 

Her hair was a grey and white beehive. Her suit was stained crimson, the edge of her skirt the deepest and darkest of burgundys, almost black. Her throat was slit and oozed putrid, coiling smoke. Her frown was menacing and frigid, sharp fangs poking at her lower lip. 

Beetlejuice shook zis head and looked up again. 

Her eyes were warm, soft and concerned, grey in the light of the moonlit kitchen. Her gauzy, ankle length nightdress flapped in the wind from the open kitchen window. Her beautiful platinum-looking locks brushed against her elbows as she sat down in front of him. 

Barbara reached out and laid a gentle hand on zis "I didn't mean to scare you, Beej." Beetlejuice glanced down at their hands. 

The one laid atop zis clenched, sharp talons digging into zis flesh, deep. Wrinkled white skin pulled taught over her knuckles and Beeltejuice screamed as her nails broke zis skin. The more ze screamed, the deeper and deeper they plunged, eventually hitting bone and piercing through it, shattering zis wrist. The demon let out a wailing, painful cry, collapsing into the arms in front of him. 

Said arms were soft and soothing, rubbing circles into zis back as chattering went on above the two. Beetlejuice curled up in Barbara's arms, letting the coldness of her ghostly form cool zim. Finally, ze calmed down and the conversation above the two spectres became clear. 

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Adam and Lydia had been the first two to arrive at the scene. Adam had simply dropped through the floor and into the kitchen. Lydia had practically fallen down the stairs after hearing her demonic sibling's third scream. Beetlejuice wailed pitifully in front of Barbara, the floor covered in murky greens and browns. Lydia and Adam were still looking on in shock when the other living residents arrived. Charles was the first to break over the scene. 

"Barbara what happened?" So she told them. 

"I wanted to check on zim. I must've been to quiet and scared him. Ze keeps calling me Juno-" the demon wailed again at the mention of zis mother. "-I must've brought back some horrible memories. I've never seen Beej so scared. What do I do?!" 

"Barbara, dear, calm down," Adam laid his hands on her shoulders. "Beej needs you calm right now. We dont want to freak zim out further." 

"You guys go back to bed," Charles told the congregation. "I'll stay with zim until ze calms down. Ze's most comfortable with me when ze gets panicky," Charles began ushering Delia and Lydia away who both protested. Adam gave Barbara a peck and left of his own accord. "Lydia." 

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"...Please go back to bed. We will talk about this at dinner tomorrow." Charles. 

"Dad, please! Ze's my best friend and ze's obviously not okay right now!" Lydia. 

"Lydia, darling, listen to your father. He can handle Beej." Delia. There was a huff and the clacking of slippers as Lydia moped away. Two more sets of footsteps followed and Beetlejuice looked up. The only ones left in the room were zim, Barbara and Charles. The latter sat down next to the two and took a palm-sized chewy star out of his pocket. Beetlejuice took it and sat up, letting go of Barbara. Charles laid a hand on Barbara's shoulder and she left them, socked footsteps completely silent. Charles got up and shuffled around the kitchen as Beetlejuice sat on the floor, chewing on his star. 

Soon enough, the floor was clear of ice-cream and Charles was helping his demonic companion to zis feet. The two made their way upstairs to the office and settled down on the plush rug by the bookcase. Charles sat criss-cross against the bookcase while Beetlejuice laid on his stomach, chewing on his toy and twining the carpet fibers through his claws. 

They sat together in peaceful silence until Beetlejuice's simulated breathing returned to being non-existent. The demon's hair was shifting to a deep blue with its tips remaining white. Charles leaned forward and gently pried the chew toy away from Beetlejuice and handed zim a bag of neon gummy worms instead. Finally, someone spoke, voice hushed. 

"Can you tell me what happened, Beej?" The person in question nodded slowly. Then shook zis head frantically, hair frosting vermillion. "Hey, hey," Charles hovered a hand over Beetlejuice's shoulder. Ze nodded and he laid his hand on zis shoulder. "Don't get mad, now. Remember?" Charles reached over to the bookcase and pulled out a thick binder, opening it. 

Inside was pieces of laminated paper with drawings on them. Said drawings were done by Lydia and Barbara and were beautifully detailed. Beetlejuice took the binder from Charles and began to page through it. 

Ze found the numbers and pulled the '2' from the page. Ze flipped back to the people section and grabbed Barbara and Juno. Ze placed the '2' between them and switched Barbara and Juno around a few times. "Barbara changed to Juno? And Juno changed to Barbara?" Beetlejuice nodded aggressively. "Is that why you screamed?" Ze shook zis head, paging through the binder again. 

It only took over a dozen tries to finally piece together the story from the demon's side. Especially considering Beetlejuice's inability to read. When finally ze closed the binder with a snap, Charles sighed in relief. "I'm getting tired so I'm going to head to bed. Wake us up if you need anything, okay?" The demon nodded and Charles stood up, making his way out, when suddenly Beetlejuice was tugging on his sleeve from behind him. 

"Ca-can, can I sl-slee-sleep, sleep in you-your, your roo-room, room? Can I slee-sleep, sleep in your room?" Ze muttered carefully, tripping over his words. Ze was twiddling with the hem of Charles' pajama sleeve, unthreading it. Charles nodded. 

"Of course you can, come on." 

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The next morning, when Charles left for work, Beetlejuice was still curled up in zis blanket nest in the master bedroom. Ze had slept perfectly sound through the rest of the night.

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You may notice that Beej's pronouns are ze/zim. I wanted to see how I felt about zim having different pronouns. I like the idea but I'm not completely sold.

The binder Beej and Charles used is called a PEC or AAC book. They're used for nonverbal communication and I realized that Beej would super benefit from it. I'm hoping to one day get myself one!

Remember: You are loved and cherished and we'd hate to lose you <3.

#btjm fic #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice bway #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #barbara maitland #charles deetz

[artificialqueens]

The Goode Case, 5/14 - Juno

Chapter Summary: Jaida and Brita are left with no choice but to be honest with each other, when the evening doesn’t exactly go as planned …

(A/N: Hi all, thank you so much for all your support as always! Fun fact: this chapter has been the longest one to re-edit following the first draft I wrote, so posting it feels awesome. Hope you enjoy part five!)

6.23PM

Dusk had set in, and the main source of natural light, a large circular window at the top of the staircase, was behind the two figures, casting them into shadow. Jaida finally found the torch on her keyring and prayed that it still had some battery; fortunately it switched on, throwing a little more light onto Crystal and Aiden, who both looked bewildered to see them there.

“Detective – Detective Hall?” Crystal exclaimed.

Dahlia let out a huge sigh of relief. “You two nearly gave me a fucking heart attack! Wait, who are you two?”

“Witnesses, Dahl. You two shouldn’t be here,” Jaida scolded. “It’s been taped up, and anything could have happened in this building. You need to leave it to the professionals.”

Aiden looked ready to leave, but Crystal kept staring at Jaida.

“You saw Gigi too, didn’t you?” Crystal asked her, realisation spreading across her face. “That’s why you were trying the door. She’s in there. You know she is.”

“Crystal –“ Aiden pleaded, tugging at her arm, but Crystal didn’t move.

“Did you see her?” Jaida asked quietly.

Crystal nodded cautiously. “Ten minutes ago. We couldn’t open the door either. And when we heard you coming up, we just – well, hid.” Crystal motioned to the guest room where they had emerged from. “But I saw her.”

“Saw who?” Dahlia looked at Jaida. “Who did you see? The missing girl? The one you’ve got the case on?”

“Show me a picture of her. Your most recent picture.” Jaida approached Crystal, tugging Dahlia along. Crystal pulled her phone from her bag and tapped it a few times, bringing up a picture, and holding the phone out to Jaida.

It was unmistakeable. Crystal’s curly red hair and excited energy commanded the picture, but her arms were wrapped around the waist of a cool, blonde-haired woman, holding the phone and smirking into the selfie.

Jaida nodded, sure now.

She’d seen Gigi.

Footsteps came clattering up the stairs behind Crystal and Aiden, and they all turned to see Rock heading up towards them, with Jackie and Brita behind her, gingerly climbing the stairs. Jackie wore a grey hoodie under her coat and had parted her fringe to the left side instead of the usual right, which did not quite hide the bruise developing on her left temple. Brita looked very shaken, her skin pallid, the hood of her own hoodie over her brown curls.

“What happened to you?” Jaida went straight to Jackie, raising a tentative hand towards her face.

“I’m okay,” Jackie muttered.

“That’s all she’ll tell you,” Brita said darkly.

“I am okay! Why were you all up here?”

Jaida swallowed hard.

“I saw her. I saw Gigi, in that room. And these two did too.” She motioned to Crystal and Aiden.

Jackie raised a hand to her throat, but Brita shook her head firmly.

“Impossible. Forensics’ report said they couldn’t get in. The room hasn’t been opened in years. There’s no one in there at all.”

“Can we all try the doors together?” Crystal motioned to the double doors of the living area again. “I’m sure Gigi was in there! Maybe if we all push together …”

“Wait, who are these two?” Rock motioned to Crystal and Aiden.

“We still don’t even know who you are yet.” Brita folded her arms.

“Oh, this is Rock. She’s here to cast protective spells.” Dahlia nodded.

Brita put a hand to her forehead. “Jaida, why do we have someone here to cast protective spells?”

“For protection,” Rock said cheerily.

“Look, it’s fine, now can we try the doors? All of us could get the room open!” Jaida tugged at Jackie’s sleeve towards the double doors. Crystal followed her, Aiden shrugging and joining her friend, and Brita sighing in exasperation and joining them all. Rock, looking politely confused, joined Crystal and Aiden on their door, while Dahlia counted down.

“Three, two, one – PUSH!”

With the six of them working on it, the doors started to creak, dust breaking off and showering them. After another coordinated effort, and a lot of coughing, the lock finally gave way, with the doors swinging open, creaking in protest.

The room was enormous, built like a studio apartment, with a separate partition where a bedroom space would be. But the only things in the room other than cobwebs were a faux crystal chandelier which was shattered, covered in dirt, in the corner; and two or three dead pigeons near the chimney gable.

“Jaida –“

But Jackie’s protest fell on deaf ears. Jaida sprinted across the room to the window on the far right, and leaned out to overlook the front of the house below, and Westfield Avenue.

“She was here! Right here at this window!” Jaida pointed to the ground at her feet, looking at the others, who were creeping towards her, watching her cautiously.

“Jaida,” Jackie pleaded.

“You guys – just stay here a second – I have to go – check –“

Jaida stumbled back and out of the room, followed by Rock, who was calling after her, “You’re not going anywhere alone here!”

She burst out of the main door, out into the overgrown garden, back to the fence, and looked up. Sure enough, the window that the other five were leaning out of was the window that Gigi had appeared in, she was sure of it!

“I swear I saw her,” Jaida whispered, while Jackie’s pity was evident on her face even from this distance, Crystal was nodding fervently next to her.

Rock put a hand to her shoulder, and stood silently for a moment. “You see lots of spirits.”

Jaida looked at her suspiciously, but Rock was still staring at the window, rubbing Jaida’s shoulder absently with her thumb, her face pensive.

“Not everything that has no body is a ghost.”

“Wait, what does that mean? What are you talking about?” Jaida was shaking in fear, her breathing shallow and panicked. She forced herself to calm. Was Gigi alive? Was she dead? How was she at the window but not in the room?

“All I mean is, when you see a spirit, ask yourself what they might want, how they might feel.”

With that even stranger thought, Rock finally let Jaida go and walked back into the entrance. “Come on, we should set up. I’ll need to place the protection for the room. We’ll set up here, in this room.”

The house was very dark inside now, with little external light and no electricity. Jaida set her torch down, illuminating the area for now. What had been the main room of the guest house smelled faintly of weed, and the door to the kitchen area behind it was partially ripped off, hanging by the top hinge. Some graffiti was dotted around the walls.

There was more noise on the stairs as the five upstairs came down and into the main room. Jaida immediately pulled Jackie into a hug. “You look like you’ve been through it, girl.”

But Jackie just clutched at Jaida’s shoulder. “Jai,” she whispered, “there were no thoughts in that room. No people. Gigi definitely isn’t there.”

Jaida’s heart sank. Did that mean the worst had happened?

“We can’t give up hope, there’s still no body either,” Jackie’s voice sounded a little stronger, evidently hearing Jaida’s thoughts.

“No one is giving up.” Jaida nodded, letting Jackie go again. Jackie took a deep breath.

“Jaida,” Jackie whispered. “I need to talk to you about something.”

From upstairs there came a resounding crash, almost right above their heads.

“What the –“ Jaida took off at full speed up the stairs, Jackie behind her, and when they reached the top of the stairs, Jaida saw that the double doors to the room had slammed closed, shut fast once again, and a lock clicking into place of its own accord.

“Oh, shit. We left those doors open.” Jaida felt Jackie seize her arm. “We should get back to the main room. Like, now.” Jaida followed Jackie down the stairs, tripping over a large rock in the doorway as she did, and moving it away with her foot.

Brita had placed more torches in the room, and it was much easier to see now, although it was still quite dark. Rock was sweeping the room with a smoking bundle of what smelt like sage, placing stones in a circle, as Crystal and Aiden watched her, amazed.

Dahlia placed her box on top of the coffee table in the centre of the circle, the largest piece of furniture in the room. “I brought the board, thought that would be the best route to take. It sounds like we’ve riled someone up already.”

“Sure,” Brita said, nodding, not looking at anyone. Jaida tried to catch Brita’s eye, wondering what had gotten into her this evening, her quiet demeanour was getting unnerving.

“Protective work is done,” Rock finally said, placing the last rock, which Jaida saw to be amethyst. “But we should still stay together at all times, in this room, preferably in the circle.”

“Shouldn’t we have done this upstairs?” Crystal asked, glancing at the ceiling. “That’s where Gigi was!”

But Rock shook her head firmly. “No. Whoever is up there doesn’t want us there. It could get dangerous. We don’t know who or what we’re dealing with.”

Dahlia laid out the ouija board and planchette and placed the box on the floor. “We all need to use our energies to communicate. If something has happened to Gigi Goode, in this building, then there should be, like, a spiritual remnant. Have any more physical clues come through?”

“Just the anklet that was found. I don’t think forensics found much more over the weekend. But I don’t have it; it doesn’t leave the office.”

“Alright,” Dahlia nodded. “We might still get something without it.”

Dahlia settled cross-legged on the dusty ground at one end of the table, with Rock on her right, and lit two candles in large glass jars, which she placed at each end of the table. Jaida, clutching Jackie’s hand with her right, positioned herself next to Rock, while Brita sat with Jackie, trying to find room to rest fingers on the planchette around the candles and incense.

Aiden gave Crystal a gentle push, prompting the them to walk towards the main door to leave.

But Rock waved to them. “You have to stay here. I’ve created a protected area. You can’t leave it now without risking a spiritual attack. You have to stay with us for this investigation.”

“What?” Jaida exclaimed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Rock shook her head. “They have to stay. Something is riled up, upstairs. They could risk attachment, or worse, if they left now. They have to stay until we close.”

Crystal looked nervous, but Aiden simply walked across the room to sit at the little coffee table, between Dahlia and Brita, and cracked her knuckles.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Crystal followed her over, and Jaida felt Jackie squeeze her hand again.

“Tell us now if you need to stop,” Jaida said firmly.

Jackie took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly. “I’m okay.”

She was starting to look more normal, her face relaxing, some colour returning. She took her hand out of Jaida’s and placed it on the planchette. Jaida did the same, and the planchette just about had room for all seven of their fingers.

Dahlia closed her eyes.

“Wait, what if we summon a spirit that’s illiterate?”

“What?” Aiden asked, turning to Crystal, who was speaking.

“I mean, most people couldn’t read or write until the twentieth century, so if we summon someone from before then, how would they spell their name on the board?”

Dahlia opened her eyes and flashed Crystal a cynical glare.

“Not now, Crystal.” Aiden nudged her, returning her hand to the planchette.

Dahlia cleared her throat and closed her eyes again. “We come to peacefully and respectfully communicate with the spirits in this building …”

It was difficult to focus on Dahlia’s words, as every time Jaida blinked, a new spirit seemed to manifest itself somewhere in her peripheral vision. It seemed like Dahlia was right – this place was a cesspit of the paranormal.

At the door of the kitchen, in the threshold, stood a woman whose skin was charred-black, with cloudy white eyes, and burned clothes. Fire victim. On the stairs stood a somber man with a moustache, who kept disappearing and reappearing, in the same position.

“If you wish to communicate, please use our energies.”

Jaida forced herself to stay in the room, focusing on the room and the board, and not the people who were appearing. She didn’t want to think about any of the spirits she could see.

The planchette moved, twitching. Jaida watched the movement, feeling it twitching against her fingers. It certainly wasn’t her doing he movement. Was someone moving it?

She turned her face to Brita, illuminated by the torchlight, who was glazed over, staring as if in a trance at the ouija board. Jackie turned to her as well, sensing something.

“If you are Gigi Goode, or if you know of her, we invite you to speak with us.”

Another figure appeared at the door of the living area, next to the staircase; a tall woman with flowing black hair, and plainly blue eyes even from this distance, and her expression livid. Out of the spirits there, Jaida felt this one was the most real, looking more solid than the rest.

She glared at the burned woman at the kitchen door, who seemed to shrink back. Jaida blinked, and the fire-charred woman had vanished, along with the man on the stairs, leaving only this new entity, who looked thunderous.

“Can you spell out your name?” Dahlia was speaking to the board, everyone else transfixed on the letters, and the planchette’s stagnation, but Jaida could not take her eyes off this woman in the doorway.

Jaida blinked frantically, but this woman took a step closer, into the room.

Her breathing was hitching in panic, she forced herself to calm down.

This woman with black hair drew nearer and nearer to the seven of them with each second, her face incandescent with rage.

Jaida’s blood was turning cold.

She felt Jackie’s eyes on her.

“They can’t hurt you,” Jackie breathed.

“I know,” Jaida whispered back, trying to convince herself.

The planchette, which had been gliding softly without any real direction, suddenly whipped down the board to “Goodbye”.

“W-what?” Dahlia stammered, but before anyone could think, Brita’s eyes rolled back into her head before falling closed, her body jerking suddenly as she let out an involuntary gasp.

Jackie’s hand came away from the planchette and seized Jaida’s, tightly, through fear or control or just anchoring them both to the spot …

… and Jaida saw Brita, leaving her own body, rising slowly to her feet.

It took all Jaida had to keep from screaming at that moment.

Her body was there, utterly still, frozen upright in her kneeling position – but a spectre of Brita was standing behind her, holding her hands out, as if trying to feel for something in front of her.

Everyone else in the room was looking at Brita’s body, watching to see what was happening to her – everyone but Crystal, who was looking at the same thing Jaida was, her mouth open in horror.

Brita seemed to float across the room to face the woman who had entered, and this woman reached out towards Brita.

Jaida watched the woman seize her, seeming to pull Brita’s spectre towards her face, and out of the corner of her eyes saw Brita’s body jolt again –

Enough was enough. Screw the investigation. She scrambled across the floor to Brita, who was stiffened, trembling, her eyes still closed, while Jackie prized Jaida away …

“No! Jaida! It’s dangerous!”

What the hell was going on?

Jaida thrashed against Jackie’s grasp on her arms, watching helplessly as Brita shook, her hand falling from the planchette. She could see in her peripheral vision the black-haired woman suddenly vanish, Brita’s outline also vanishing, and Brita fell sideways to the floor.

In an instant, wrenching herself free of Jackie, Jaida was leaning over Brita, taking hold of her shoulders and laying her on her back. “Brita?”

Brita didn’t respond. She was breathing, that was plain, but otherwise unresponsive. Jaida tried pinching her forearm, but that didn’t illicit any sort of response.

“Come on! Open your damn eyes!”

On Brita’s right, as calm as anything, Aiden took Brita’s right hand in both of hers and pressed her thumbs into Brita’s palm. What was she doing? There was no time to think about that. Jaida shook Brita’s shoulders gently, but she still didn’t respond for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually Brita’s eyes fluttered open, her expression disorientated, and Aiden let her go hurriedly, blanching and swaying on her heels, seemingly a little dazed herself.

“Hello?” Brita muttered uncertainly.

“Brita?”

“Jai,” Brita smiled, letting Jaida pull her upright and hug her.

“Why – why did you – what the fuck, Brita?” Jaida spluttered.

“Maybe,” Dahlia interrupted, taking her hands away from the planchette, “we should close this up and try again another night.”

8.42PM

The séance, or lack of one, had taken longer than they’d expected to close. Rock had done this, moving in a certain order that Jaida hadn’t understood, but Dahlia had told her to just go with it, while lighting yet another cigarette and ignoring the already heady fumes of the incense and the sage that Rock had lit again.

Rock insisted on coming to Jaida with the sage, grabbing her arm with her frightfully cold fingers, something passing behind her eyes as she did so. She waved the sage in front of Jaida, who was too shocked to move, until Rock relinquished her hold and moved on to Jackie.

Dahlia stood in a corner, chewing a lock of her hair and pointedly looking over at Brita, Crystal and Aiden, who weren’t paying her any attention. Brita was speaking quietly to them both, Crystal still supporting Aiden, who was seemingly a little unsteady on her feet.

But Jaida, sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, trying to comprehend what had happened, felt Jackie sit with her and put an arm round her shoulders.

Jaida leaned away from her touch. “You knew that was going to happen.”

“Jaida –“

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Jaida snapped. “She shouldn’t have done this. You should have stopped her.”

“It was Brita’s decision. You know her, she wouldn’t back down from anything.”

Jaida’s head was pounding. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jackie put her head in her hands. “I tried, Jaida, I did – but then the door upstairs slammed, do you remember? And then we started set-up, it was too late!”

Rock came over to her, her dark eyes solemn.

“I know what you saw with Brita.”

She glanced at the group of Brita, Crystal and Aiden, while Jaida was too stunned to speak. Crystal had a very shaky Aiden in a tight grasp at her shoulder; while Brita was was nodding earnestly at what they were saying, still speaking in a hushed voice.

Rock turned back to Jaida, her face grim. “You need to watch her.”

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“I know it’s been a long day,” Jackie began, “but I think you both have some explaining to do to each other. And you need a stiff drink.”

Jackie had deliberately positioned herself in the booth at Vanjie’s next to Jaida, while Brita sat opposite them, in order for them to talk face to face. It wasn’t what Jaida had envisioned, but Jackie had insisted, determined that none of them should go into Monday morning not knowing what was happening.

“Come on,” Jackie added impatiently. “I was hired to be a team with you. Well, you need to be a team with each other. I know about both of you, but you don’t know about each other. That needs to change. Right now.” She folded her arms.

Why Jackie had bought them each a Long Island was anyone’s guess, but she looked so fed up that neither of them had argued the point. Jaida and Brita were both politely sipping the cocktails, Brita grimacing at every sip.

“Jaida?” A warning sounded in Jackie’s usually calm voice.

Jaida sighed. “I can see spirits, okay?” She rubbed her temples.

“You’re a medium,” Jackie helped her.

“Okay, okay, so I’m a medium then.” Jaida rolled her eyes.

“And I’m a large.” Brita laughed a bitter laugh.

“I’m serious!” Jackie groaned. “I’m fed up of you both skirting around! There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like, great friends. You need to be frank with each other, like I was.”

“I know,” Brita replied, stirring her own drink. She turned back to Jaida. “Tell me what you see.”

“Well,” Jaida pondered, “I see the dead, mostly. They don’t talk to me, they don’t communicate with me, but I just see them and they see me. Only … only today, I saw you too. And that scared me.”

“I don’t think you see the dead, Jaida,” Jackie said gently, “but I think you see spirits. I thought you might see Brita today. Because Brita – well, maybe it’s better you explain.”

Brita looked troubled, biting her bottom lip.

“For the record,” Jackie held up a hand. “I should probably explain my part in this. I was out doing some shopping, you saw me this morning, and I saw two men fighting outside a bar. Well, I was stupid. I went to stop them, stupid I know. I took a couple of hits, ended up on the ground and they left me, but …”

“What?” Jaida asked.

“I felt it,” Brita said quietly.

“Felt what?”

“Jackie.”

“You felt Jackie?”

“Bitch, I know it sounds strange,” Brita muttered, “but I know what I felt. I felt this pain in my gut, and then in my head, and after I felt the one in my head, from where Jackie was hit …” Brita shuddered. “I was, like pulled out of my body and out of my apartment, and suddenly I was next to Jackie, where she was on the floor. I could see the bar she was outside.”

“And you were physically at your apartment?”

“Seven blocks away,” Brita nodded. “But I didn’t move! It was like, I felt like I was floating away from my body, and rushing downtown.”

“What time was this?” Jaida asked.

Brita shrugged. “Maybe two thirty?”

“Child, I felt the same things! A pain in my stomach, and then like a migraine pain!”

“It’s the connection, I’m sure it is,” Jackie mumbled, turning to face them both. “I’ve never had a connection before with two people with their own gifts. I feel really bad for making that connection with you both now. We’re all stuck.”

“Now, hold up,” Jaida waved her hands, trying to stop her mind racing. “So I can see spirits, okay, I get that, but Brita? What the hell is that even called?”

“Projection,” Brita responded. “I projected to Jackie without even knowing I was doing it. And again tonight, I projected out of my body. There wasn’t a chance to tell you earlier. Jackie thought I might do it again tonight and – and I did.”

“You projected to Jackie. Right.” Jaida pushed at Jackie in the booth. “I’m getting out of here. I’m going home.”

“Jaida –“

“Jackie, let me out, damnit.”

“You two need to talk about this!” Jackie protested, but Jaida had had enough. She pushed again at Jackie, not roughly, but enough to signal that it just wasn’t the right time. Jackie finally slid out of the booth, and let Jaida out.

“Will you two talk more tomorrow? Please?” Jackie pleaded.

“Yeah, yeah for sure,” Jaida nodded dismissively, striding out of Vanjie’s and into the night.

#rpdr fanfiction #jaida essence hall #brita filter #jackie cox #dahlia sin #rock m sakura #crystal methyd #aiden zhane #detective au #lesbian au #supernatural au #mystery #angst #the goode case #juno #black girl magic fic #diversity fic #s12 #submission

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Catching Up

It's my wonderful friend @minky-for-short‘s birthday so I wrote her a fic! And I'm posting just in case anyone read my fic 'I will love you if I never see you again' and wanted more dad Jupeter and more of their daughter!

Bianca has an announcement for her dads and there's only one way Nureyevs can communicate. And if you’d leave a comment on Ao3, I’d so appreciate it!

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There were many reasons they weren’t a conventional family.

There was their clunky surname that was hard to wrap your mouth around. Steel-Nureyev. Or maybe Nureyev-Steel, they’d never formally decided which way it went. Mostly because they never really had to use it and had never needed to write it down in any official capacity.

There was the fact that a female sewer rabbit lived in their modest Hyperion apartment, turning it into a tiny apartment and the rabbit into, technically, a house rabbit. It was fine, they rarely had guests over that weren’t Rita, Jet or the Aurinkos. Or Mick but he was terrified of Small Fry, as Juno insisted on still calling her.

There was the fact that, for months long stretches at a time, Juno and Nureyev would have no idea where their eldest daughter was. They would hear nothing from her or her wife, Desta, not so much as a message over their comms. Nothing but Juno’s anxious, obsessive tuning in to the police scanners of all the major planets and some from the outer rim to boot. Rita had hacked his comms so he’d be able to pick it up and Nureyev pretended he didn’t know how much he clung to it and that he wasn’t equally as worried, all the time, gnawing away deep down inside himself.

But there was also the fact that when, finally, they’d hear her boots in the hallway or see the coat that used to be Juno’s hanging on the coat rack by the door and hear her singing from her old bedroom, when their Bee Bee finally came home, the cards would always come out.

Juno tried to be a good host, tried to catch their attention to offer drinks but they were already focused. They sat across the dining room table from each other, like they always did, with the same matching smiles and narrowed eyes and playful determination. Nureyev laid the cards out himself, as he always did, so many that they took up a whole table in an array that still didn’t make a lick of sense to Juno, much to his irritation.

“Have they always done this?” Desta asked, her voice soft and quiet as always. Her lips were a bright blue today and she was smiling more than usual, “This game?”

Her eyes were on Bianca, with the same exasperated tenderness Juno was sure she’d see in his own eye, fixed on Nureyev.

“It used to be chess,” Juno hummed as he poured wine, “He taught her to play when she was six, they practised every night until she could beat him. Then he would cheat and she had to still win and tell him after how he cheated. Then they both cheated. And then they moved onto this. Same system, just with a game a million times more complicated.”

Desta looked at the splayed out cards, at the rapid fire way Nureyev dealt and shrugged, accepting the wine Juno held out to her and sipping mildly. Juno wished he could have the same blase attitude to not having a clue how Rangian street poker worked.

“Can’t you guys catch up normally?” he sighed, bringing Nureyev the glass of red wine he didn’t need to ask to know he wanted, “Like with a conversation? I’ve heard some families have those.”

“This is way more fun,” Bianca waved away her own glass and squeezed her mama’s hand instead, “Cos I get to catch up and beat my daddy at something.”

Nureyev’s eyebrow arched, “Confidence. An interesting play, given how our last game went.”

Bee Bee hummed, tilting her head so her earrings rang. Desta had clearly made them, they were exquisitely wrought discs of ceramic and bronze, painted with tiny flowers. She’d been doing a lot of pottery work lately, straying away from her usual canvasses.

“Funny, daddy, I don’t recall how our last game went. I prefer to focus on the game in front of me. First rule of thieving, right?”

Nureyev’s smile curled up at one end and he was clearly suppressing a chuckle, “Let’s start then. You can have the first question.”

Bianca tilted her head in thought, “Hmm...have you read Sephy’s manuscript?”

Nureyev’s eyes widened, “What? Have you? He’s not been letting anyone read it until his editor gets back to him, not even Idun!”

Her eyebrow lifted and her grin became truly smug, “Is that your question, daddy?”

He bristled the way a cornered cat would, “No. I want to know what planet you were just on.”

“Works for me. Let’s play!”

If Juno had thought Nureyev was fast back at the Oasis, now he thought he must grow four extra arms to keep up. He and Bianca were a flurry of effortlessly manicured, pale, spidery hands and laser burned, clever fingered, dark brown hands, all working to outwit the other set in ways that there was no hope of following. Juno gave up quickly, motioning Desta over to the sofa to the side of the table, making polite small talk about her latest gallery opening on Jupiter where the art scene had gone wild at the idea of an anonymous artist with such magnificent, bold pieces. He didn’t know a damn thing about art, especially good art, but the way the kid’s eyes lit up when she talked about her work was good enough for him.

They broke off when the hand ended, Bianca grinning in triumph and Nureyev scowling and gritting his teeth.

“No,” he said, short and clipped, “My own son, my flesh and blood, whom I gave life to will not let me read his manuscript.”

Bianca’s smile softened a little, “He just cares about your opinion. He doesn’t want you to read it until it’s absolutely perfect and even then he’s probably going to still worry you don’t like it.”

Nureyev gave a non committal grunt but it was clear she’d mollified him. Juno would have piped up and told him that he hadn’t been allowed to read it either but Nureyev already knew that. And he knew it didn’t stop either of them being so damn proud of their son, selling his first novel to a publisher at just twenty years old, after a childhood of watching him typing away on his comms, writing his little stories.

“Your turn, daddy,” Bianca smiled sweetly, shamelessly using every weapon she’d had since she was born to wrap the galaxy’s greatest thief around her little finger.

He drew in a breath and set his shoulders. Juno had seen him square up for fights before, he knew that look behind his cat eye glasses. Clearly Bianca had caught him on the back foot, bringing a new level to the game that he hadn’t known she could. But he was drawing himself tight as a bow, his knuckles threatening to burst out of his skin, his teeth showing under his lip.

Once again, Juno wished that they could catch up with their children over dinner maybe, cups of tea and biscuits even, like normal people.

“What planet were you just on?” Nureyev asked again, still stuck on his first question.

Bianca smiles broadly, dark gold eyes wandering around the room, “Did you and mama redecorate?”

“Play,” Nureyev looks insulted by her question, setting to the cards.

Juno just watched this time, he’d learned that a comfortable silence was best with Desta sometimes. He saw a lot of his younger self in the girl his daughter had brought back from one of her first big jobs. That didn’t bode well at all for the poor kid so he was always careful to give her space and just be a quiet presence beside her. It seemed to be working, she shifted closer to him after a minute of nothing but cards hitting the table, sounding like bird wings, and actually rested her head on his shoulder.

Juno smiled and let his eye wander over the table, not trying to make sense of the erratic movements and patterns that seemed to rise and fall apart within seconds, but just watching his husband and their daughter be brilliant at something. He had fun finding the eerie similarities in their expressions and their mannerisms, how she looked so much like him but acted so much like Nureyev.

He was so deep in his own thoughts that the only reason he didn’t miss the reveal was Nureyev’s startled noise of dismay.

“What?” he looked down at their cards like he was looking at a cat with two heads doing a tap dance across the table, “But...but I…”

Bianca tilted her head, humming innocently, “Something wrong, daddy?”

“How did you do that?” he demanded, stunned, “I’ve never used that method with you and I invented it myself, how could you know about it? How could you counter it so fast?”

“This is all very nice but all I care about is if that wallpaper is new,” she actually pretend to stifle a yawn. Juno had to swallow a laugh very quickly or he’d have been sleeping on the couch.

Nureyev trembled, “Yes. Yes, it’s new, we redecorated after your mother’s pet chewed through the plaster.”

“Hey, her new teeth were coming though, okay?” Juno piped up indignantly, “They were hurting.”

Bad move, all of Nureyev’s frustrations flowed at him like a blistering wind via the glare he gave him. Maybe he should start fluffing the couch cushions now. Desta giggled beside him.

“You have something, don’t you?” Nureyev swiveled back to his eldest with realisation chasing away the clouds annoyance, “Something big. That’s why you’re playing like this.”

Bianca gave no reaction but a pretty smile, “All you have to do is ask, daddy. Well, ask and win, I guess.”

“Was I born yesterday, treasure?” Nureyev sniffed, “I know how this game is played. I will ask but only when I am in the correct position, perfectly poised to strike.”

“Cool, daddy,” Bianca seemed more interested in her nails, her posture looking like she was having a lazy brunch with a friend.

Desta murmured softly, close to Juno’s ear, “They do...love each other, right?”

“Hard to tell sometimes, isn’t it?” Juno whispered back after a rough chuckle, “But yeah, they’re devoted to each other. They’re just like this.”

They continued to be ‘like this’ for another half hour, playing round after round, questions fired like shots by Nureyev and tossed out lazily by Bianca.

“Did you pull that job over in Olympus with the melting bank notes and not come visit us?”

“So how’s your yoga class? Does Bitch Jan still go?”

“Why do you call your mother when he’s at work when you know I won’t be there?”

“That necklace is cute, is it new?”

“How the hell did you win that last goddamn round?”

“I saw you having dinner at that place on Third Street on Auntie Rita’s feed, is it any good? I was thinking of taking Desta.”

“What exactly did I do to deserve such a terrible child? No that is not my question, shut up Juno!”

The rounds went on and Nureyev’s blood pressure steadily climbed. He lost again and again to Bianca, with her barely breaking a sweat, having to give up the mundanities of their empty nester life, his attempts at baking and their redecorating and the silly streams they liked to watch.

Juno had never seen this happen before. He’d never say it out loud but Bee Bee had always been the better player, when you looked at it all together, but there had never been a game where Nureyev hadn’t taken more than a few rounds from her and it had never been so easy.

Juno narrowed his eye and studied his daughter, now with her feet up on the table and rocking her chair back on two legs, clearly enjoying this. But equally as clearly up to something. Nureyev had it dead to rights, there was something she held, something that had to be big with all the effort she was putting in to make him unwrap it.

Before he could help it, Juno was adding it up. And, in less than a moment, in less time than it took for Bianca to tear her winning hand into shreds and playfully blow them in Nureyev’s direction, he had it.

“Holy shit!” he yelped, slapping a hand over his mouth a second too late.

Bianca shot him a sparkling grin and a look in her eyes like she knew he’d get it eventually. She put her finger to her red painted lips.

“What?” Nureyev looked like he didn’t know whether to flip the table or cry now, eyes darting between the two of them, “Oh come on! Now he knows?”

“He is a detective,” Bee Bee pointed out, “And you are supposed to be good at this game, daddy. You are getting old, huh?”

Nureyev grit his teeth, finger trembling in the air, a million cutting responses crowding on his tongue. But then he dropped his hand to the table and inhaled sharply, letting it come out again in a long, low hiss.

“You know what? Let’s do this. My question...what are you keeping from me, Bianca Nureyev?”

Bee Bee only smiled, almost in acceptance, and pondered a moment, “Um...did you like that podcast I sent you?”

The creases on Nureyev’s brow deepend, “But...but you know that? I told you that? Weeks ago?”

Bee Bee looked untroubled, “Pass or play, daddy?”

“Play,” Nureyev eventually said, after a long moment of him clearly wracking his brain for what new machination their daughter had just put into motion, deciding to let it run.

The difference was palpable, even from where Desta and Juno sat. Before she’d been snake-like in how quick and deadly her movements were, now she was deferential, walking right into his snares without a care, doing something no self respecting Nureyev or Steel had ever done. She was playing fair. All while smiling like she’d already won.

It was a quick slaughter. No one was surprised when they turned their cards over and Nureyev held the winning hand. No one but Nureyev himself.

“I...I don’t understand…” he muttered to himself, as his hands moved automatically to tear his cards, “How did you...after everything…”

“Would you like your answer?” Bianca swung her legs down, leaning close, now intent and eager.

Nureyev almost looked terrified, like he was waiting for a trap to spring around his neck but he couldn’t see how yet, “Yes...yes, fine. What’s this big secret?”

Bianca beamed, like she’d been waiting for this since she walked through the door, “You’re going to be a grandpa.”

Nureyev didn’t seem to register it at first, his face still set in puzzlement. Then his eyes went very, very wide and he sat bolt upright, jaw practically hitting his chest.

Bianca laughed, already standing to go and hug him as tight as she could, only just managing to get out her apologies, her assurances that it was just too hard to resist teasing him, through her giggles. If the way Nureyev clasped her close and buried his face in her cloud of hair, already crying, she was forgiven.

Juno gave himself a moment before he jumped up and pounced on them, a moment to watch them and just how much they loved each other.

A moment to think how, right now, he was so glad they weren’t a conventional family.

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