#( he’s like a squeaky toy 2 her .)

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@devotionobsessed wished upon a star !

As kind as he made himself out to be, Solomon still carried some negative emotions. As much as he may deny it, he'd get jealous. He knew well that he didn't own Kiwa, she could do as she liked. He was well aware of that fact but, he couldn't help it. Sometimes they wouldn't see each other and he wondered how much attention she was getting from others. Especially given that she did those streams he often watched. As much as he enjoyed them, it stirred a bit of unwanted emotions.

The next time they'd see each other, it immediately led to Solomon's lips colliding into hers, frustration taking its toll. Hands cupped her face as the kiss deepened, tongue intertwining with Kiwa's. Neither had the chance to catch a breath of air. By the time he'd part his lips from hers, he was panting.

"I..." His thumb strokes her cheek, "I want you all to myself for a while, is that okay?"

She couldn’t quite remember how their relationship evolved to the situation they were in. Was Kiwa upset about it? No, absolutely not. Just a little bit confused! She’d been attracted to Solomon for some time before their relationship became what it was, but… sometimes she wished it was a little bit more. She wished he’d have the same feelings she did— but this was enough for now. She couldn’t complain.

Especially not when the first thing that happened when they met up was this. In her surprise it took a quick moment to return the kiss with the same fervor, but it wasn’t long before her own hands had moved to rest atop Solomon’s and she gently nipped his bottom lip. Finally parting their lips gave Kiwa a second to breathe, taking in a harsh breath before softly biting down on his lip once again. Gods, she was never going to get tired of hearing him breathing like this.

“It’s more than okay,” Kiwa’s lips still brushed against Solomon’s as she spoke, “please.”

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There’s Something You Should Know

Pair: Dad!Joe Burrow x OC , Dad!Joe Burrow x ExFianćee!Reader

Desc: Joe’s new girlfriend is in for a big surprise when she drops by unexpectedly.

TW: Jealousy, Toxic Gf, talks of divorce, childhood trauma

a/n: just a little idea I had and worked on for 2 weeks :)

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WC: 4.9k

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August weekends are some of Joe’s favorites, not because he goes out with friends or showers his girlfriend with the attention she desires. No, he loves days like this. Days where his living room doesn’t stay clean for more than a few hours, mornings filled with cute giggles and sticky-syrupy little fingers, and nights controlled by a little girl with beautiful hazel brown eyes and a head full of dark tight curls, who picks the same bedtime story every night. These are his favorite moments.

Like now as he picks up the pink and purple lego sets off his living room floor while his little girl is off playing with some other toys in her playroom. From down the hall, he can hear all the make-believe scenarios the stuffies are going through. Currently, Who Dey the tiger and Joey the kangaroo were shopping for skirts but there was only one pink sparkly one left, it was a heavy debacle that Joe couldn't help but chuckle at while putting away the rest of the legos. 

Elliana, or Ellie for short, is the no doubt most important person (albeit little person) in his life. From the day she was born, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his little girl. Now at 4 years old, the bubbly and charismatic girl is taking in some of his interests, hence the immense collection of Lego sets that decorate his home. Sure this hobby came back to bite him in the rear when he would fall to victim of said legos by stepping on them, but the time they spent together just playing around was worth all the lego injuries in the world. But they also have house slippers now, to protect both of their feet.

Joe moved to tidy up the kitchen after double checking that all legos were in their rightful spots, not that he was actually going to count every single lego. To prepare for his 4 day weekend with Ellie, he made sure to restock on all her favorite meals and snacks but also ingredients to make the Bengals-themed cookies that she hadn’t stop talking about since she saw them on a commercial for a grocery store they don’t even have in Ohio. Joe wasn’t much of a baker, he only began cooking real meals when Ellie started staying over for multiple nights. Give him a box of Kraft Mac N Cheese and some dino nuggets and he’d turn it gourmet for his daughter, but for now that’s as far as he could go. So he called in reinforcements for this mission.

*ding dong*

His saving grace, Ja’Marr Chase. Joe was forever grateful to have a best friend that loved and cared for his daughter like she was his own. Ja’Marr was a great uncle and Ellie thought so too.

“Daddy, daddy! It’s Uncle Marr, he’s here to make cookies!” He smiles as the squeaky voiced girl comes running down the hall. Before she passes the kitchen, he sneakily pulls her into his arms before she could notice him. “Daddy!”

“What did I say about running in the house? I know you’re excited but you might fall and hurt yourself and that would make daddy really sad.” He lightly scolds bending down to her height.

“I’m sorry daddy. No more running.” Ellie cutely nods and places her small hands on his cheeks to lift his faux frown.  A grin quickly returns to his face and he kisses her forehead. 

“That’s my good girl, how about you go wash your hands so you and Uncle Marr can get started?” Her face beams as she wraps her arms around his neck. He returns the hug almost as tightly to take in the warm sense of comfort that having her in his arms brings. His arms could probably wrap around the young girl twice, but the contentment of having her little ones squeezing onto him so tightly is a feelings he never wants to forget. When she finally lets go, she kisses his cheek then skips down the hall in her fluffy pink slippers.

The door bell ringing again brings Joe back to his full height, but his brows furrow when he doesn’t hear his friend do his usual call out. ‘He’s probably on the phone.’ He thinks walking over to front door. He opens the door wide with a smile to greet one of his best friends, but gets replaced with his eyes widening and mouth dropping in shock.

“Hi babe!” 

Joe blinks then narrows the door’s opening to only fit half his body. “What are you doing here?” He asks the woman he’s been seeing for 6 months.

“I thought we could spend some time together. I know you said you’d be busy this weekend, but you’re busy every weekend. But since you’re actually home, we could watch a movie or something.” She smiles trying to peak inside. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Joe can hear the faucet in the first floor bathroom turn off and another car pull into his driveway. He looks behind him and zeroes in on every detail in his house that screams ‘this is my little princess’ castle’ then turns back to his curious girlfriend. “Um, now’s not a great time Kate.”

The short brunette’s jaw clenches and just as she’s about to respond, Ja’Marr walks up behind her. “Wow- so what, Saturdays are for the boys?” She barks. Actually they’re for the girls, little girls.

“Kate-

Loud giggles erupt from behind him. “UNCLE MARR! Daddy he’s right there I see him!” 

His teammate breaks out in a smile and waves to Ellie. “Hey babygirl.” Ja’Marr excuses himself from behind the woman and Joe lets him in the house.

Kate stands in front of him now dumbfounded. “You have a daughter?”

When Joe met Katelyn, he hadn’t had a long term girlfriend in a while, not since you. So he didn’t have to introduce anyone to his daughter. His team already knew her, his friends were great with her and she had a mom and dad who would do anything for her. Joe didn’t even feel like dating after your engagement ended two years ago. He had some hookups here and there, but getting into a relationship was not on his mind. Funnily that’s how this ‘relationship’ started, she was just someone he could call and was cool about it. Then he took her out to dinner to test the waters and half a year later he’s here.

When you broke up, you and Joe agreed not introduce your daughter to anybody without the other’s consent. You both wanted to make sure that she was your priority and her safety always came first. Then Joe implemented the rule to not introduce Elliana to romantic interests until at least 9 months into the relationship, he said it was him being protective but it was also so he didn’t have to see you without anyone else until it was serious. You also didn’t broadcast your daughter to the world like other parents, so not many knew that he did have a daughter unless they watched his every move. 

So long story short, Katelyn did not know.

“We should talk.” He said as she shoved his body to the side and stomped into his home. “I guess I deserve that.” He shook his head and shut the door.

Thankfully, the kitchen and the living room were a decent distance from each other so when she plopped down on the farthest end of the sofa, he could relax knowing Ellie wouldn’t hear any distinct words the woman might start throwing his way. Kate sat facing the blank tv screen, he took the spot in front of her so he could still see some of the movements in the kitchen through a wall cut out.

“Listen Kate.”

“No me first.” She cuts him off with a hand in front of his face. He just nods and allows her to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me? Is she actually yours? Where’s her mother? How come no one knows about her? Why didn’t you fucking tell me? I thought I was your girlfriend, do I mean nothing to you? Who keeps this kind of giant fucking secret? Fucking talk!” She huffs.

“I was letting you go off- whatever. Yes, Elliana is mine. She just looks exactly like her mother” He mumbles the last part, combing his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick he’s had since he was little.

“She’s 4 and I have dual custody over her, so I mostly get her during the weekends. I didn’t tell you because her mother and I have an arrangement and I would have to talk to her about it first. Her mom lives here- well not here here, she lives in the city. You know I don’t like the attention the spotlight gives so it was easy for us to decide to leave her out of it as much as possible. I guess was going to tell you at some point.”

“What do you mean, you guess? I’m your girlfriend! Don’t you think I have the right to know that the guy I’m seeing has a kid?” She crosses her arms red faced.

“Calm down, we haven’t been seeing each other that long. We were never that serious.” 

“Of course not, every time I want to spend time with you there’s a new excuse. Oh you have a game, or practice that evidently takes all fucking day. Maybe you’re hiding me because there’s someone else.”

“I promise the only other girl in my life right now is my daughter. And everything you just said is a valid excuse, I have a job and child that require all my attention.”

“Why can’t she just stay with her mother? Do you have this stupid arrangement so she can come by and give you what you’ve been missing? I bet you’ve been fucking her this whole time.”

Joe scoffs, her words starting to make his blood boil. “Katelyn, what do you not understand about us co-parenting our daughter? I barely have time to spend with you, so what makes you think I have time to cheat? If you have a problem with me being a father, then you should leave.”

“I don’t have a problem with you being a dad, I have a problem with you not talking about your ex. What, was she so special that it hurts to talk about her? Was she the one, Joe? What exactly is your relationship like with her now?”

“I told you, we co parent. There’s nothing going on with me and her mother, that’s all in the past. Can we stop talking about her now, she’s not going to just pop up out of nowhere?” He rolls his eyes. 

“I’m not convinced, you’d only hide her if there was still something between you.” 

“Yea her name is Elliana, the four year old making cookies in my kitchen right now.”

Before Katelyn can come back with another complaint, the doorbell rings, again. Joe sighs and looks out the window to see another very familiar car. Spoke too soon Joe.

He opens the door to see another one of his close teammates and the very woman he was just talking about. 

“Tee, Y/n what are you doing here?” His eyes lazily flicker between the pair and you send him a sheepish smile.

“Oh you know, we were just in the neighborhood.” Tee nods very nonchalantly. You nudge his side with a chuckle.

“I got a 911 call from Ellie, she said there was an emergency.” 

“Really?” He starts to pat down his pockets and realizes his phone is missing. He turns around and spots a smiling little girl with two long braids neatly done with purple bows in her hair. “Ellie…”

“Yes daddy.”

“Did you call mommy with my phone without telling me?” 

“Yep!”

You stop the laugh from bursting out your mouth when he sends you a pointed look. Taking that as a sign to go ‘confront’ your daughter. “Elliana why did you call me saying there was an emergency?

“There is an emergency momma! Uncle Jay is eating all the cookies!” Ja’Marr turns around shocked at his little partner. 

“Ellie, what did I tell you about snitches?”

“Snitches get stitches.” She relays matter factly. Joe shakes his head in confusion because clearly he wasn’t aware she knew about snitches yet. While you chuckle and run in to snatch up your girl.

“Ellie what did I tell you about taking advice from Uncle J?” You ask placing her on the counter.

“You said to tell you when he teaches me something new. He just did momma, see I told you!”

“Wow, Joe see what your friends have done to my sweet little girl.” She giggles wrapping her arms around your neck.

“They’re your friends too. How is it my fault, I had no idea?”

“There’s your answer.” You smirk. “Now Ms. Ellie Dae Burrow, is there any other emergency I need to know about?”

Freeing herself from your grasp she nods her head. “We don’t know how to ice cookies mommy.” Then takes your face in her hands and turns you towards the powdered sugar mess next to her baking buddy.

“Ellie, did you touch the cookies before touching mommy’s face?”

“Um yes?”

“Did you wash your hands after touching the cookies?” The young girl looks at her flour caked hands curiously. 

“No mommy.”

“Remember what I said about touching your toys with dirty hands?” Ellie nods her head. “Well that goes for people too, cause now I’m covered in flour.”

“Oh, sorry mommy. I’ll go wash my hands now.”

You go off to get washed up then Ellie returns to the kitchen to continue helping with the cookies while you join Joe in the living room.

“I hope you guys didn’t have anything planned, Ellie clearly has a mind of her own.” Joe jokes with the couple.

“Not much, we were just going to pick up some lunch and maybe catch a movie.” Tee shrugs.

“That’s what we were going to do, how funny.” Kate perks up with hidden mischief in her eyes. This is when you realize you have no clue where this woman came from nor who she is. 

“Joe?”

“Oh how rude of me. I’m Katelyn, Joe’s girlfriend and I assume you’re his baby mama.” She fake smiles holding her hand out.

The eyes of the men in the room widen at her bold choice of words. You smirk and shake the woman’s hand. “Yep, that’s me. The mother of his only child, you must know how great of a dad he is right? Whenever he has any time off, he’s always picking her up or coming over to see her. Truly father of the decade and she isn’t even 5 yet.”

Tee sits next the father hiding his face in his hands and chuckles. “I bet this isn’t how you wanted this to go.” He whispers to him. Joe just groans in his hands.

“Well, you should have a seat.” Kate invites.

“Oh I will, thank you for the hospitality in the house that my ex fiance asked me my opinion on over a year ago.” You grin and sit on the other side of Tee.

Katelyn’s kind demeanor shifts with a fake smile wide on her cheeks as she sits next to Joe. “So why’d you break up?”

“We are not starting here!” Joe’s eyes go wide and he straightens up. “Ask anything else please.”

“Joseph, your girlfriend wants to know why we’re not married right now. Why don’t you tell her?” You say forgetting how the whole thing happened for a bit. Thankfully those cherished memories come floating back to your mind and you hoped he decided to change the subject to cover your mishap.

“You just met, aren’t you supposed to be doing the making sure she’s safe for Ellie to be around thing?” You let out a muted sigh before replying.

“Oh please, and you haven’t?”

“No.” He mutters.

Your face hardens as you kiss your teth. “You let this woman around my daughter without screening her first? Joseph what the hell?”

He throws his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t think it was going to last this long, I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Then why is she here?” You question turning your body completely towards him.

“Your guess is as good as mine!”

Katelyn scoffs, “excuse me, I’m sitting right here!”

“Unfortunately we see that too. How long have you been together anyway?” You hope that their explanation has to do with the restrictions you came up with to keep your daughter safe.

“7 mont-

“6 months- They say at the same time.

“Damn, this is awkward. I’m gonna go.” Tee announces. “I’ll text you.” Then he leaves.

“Looks like that didn’t last, maybe that’s why Joe left you. You attract drama everywhere you go.” Joe grimaces at her just wanting her to stop talking.

“Oh no hun, I left him. Not like it’s any of your damn business cause you don’t know me or him that well either. But let me guess, he told you he was busy but you showed up anyway hoping he’d let you in and give you whatever you want. I wouldn’t stress about him not making enough time for you, there’s a lot of worst ways he could be treating you. Just remember that at the end of the day, I’m that little girl’s mom and he’s her dad. I’ll always have a key in the door, when you won’t even get to see the open house.” Then you got up and went to the kitchen. Joe watched in amusement as Katelyn seethed. Then peaked behind him to catch a glimpse of you and your daughter baking together.

“You need to talk to her, she needs to know that I’m your future and she needs to make room.” Joe rolls his eyes.

“She’s right. They’re my past, present and my future. You were just a distraction and now I don’t need you anymore. I’m going to have to ask you need to leave my daughter’s house.” 

She shakes her head. “Joe, we can have our own family. You don’t need them. I can do that for you.”

“Katelyn I want them, not you. It’s time for you to go.” He stands and walks over to the door.

“You’re going to miss me and regret this, but I wont open the door for you. When you want me back I’ll have someone way better than you. Please don’t do this, don’t break up with me.” Rolling his eyes at the quick change in behavior he unlocks the door for her.

“Joey, I thought we were having fun. You don’t want to throw that away do you?” She asks as a final strand of hope glistens in her eyes.

Joe sighs, “it was fun, but I’d rather play with flower shop legos and bake cookies.”

“Fuck you Joe!” She stomps out with expletives shooting from her mouth. 

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“Daddy was your friend crying because you hurt her feelings?” Ellie asks with frosting covering her mouth when he arrives in the kitchen. He picks her up and kisses her sugary cheeks.

“No bub, she hurt her own feelings.” 

“Joey hurt my feelings when left to join the circus.” She pouts talking about her stuffie and licking her sticky fingers.

“Are you eating the icing before we can put it on the cookies?” He asks the orange dye covered girl.

“Nyooo.” She chuckles.

“What are we going to do with you?”

“Mommy said we’re all going to the park to feed the ducks.” She smiles. You turn around with wide eyes and an amused smirk, halting your current task of making more orange frosting.

“I did not say that. Ellie Dae why are you telling your father stories?”

“I think she wants to go feed the ducks.” Ja’Marr snorts while eating some of the cookie dough.

“Uncle Marrrr, you can’t eat more cookies! It’s for the ducks.”

“Ellie ducks don’t eat cookies.” Joe chuckles putting her on a part of the counter that’s not covered in sugar.

“Kaia said they do.” Your daughter yawns mentioning your next door neighbor’s teenage daughter that likes to babysit her.

“Well you’re going to have to ask Kaia where she found the cookies made for ducks.” Glancing over at the oven clock you hum realizing its 2pm. Naptime. Looking back over at your ex, you watch him wrap his arms around your daughter as her eyelids struggle to stay open. “Joe.” You whisper. He looks up at you then the time and nods.

“Come on babygirl, let’s go upstairs.” She whines as he lifts her, but still wraps her arms around his neck.

“But daddy, I’m not tired. Cookies.” She yawns laying her head on his chest. He smiles and kisses her head.

“I promise the cookies will be there when you wake up, and maybe we’ll even take some to the ducks.” You can’t help but smile as the pair climb the staircase up to her room. You always knew Joe would be a great father, especially when the you were surprised by the idea of having a baby so young and so early in your relationship. But he only stepped up in ways you couldn't have imagined, watching him become a father felt like one of life’s greatest privileges. It’s one of the things you love loved about him. Joe’s caring nature was unlike any other, in those 4 years together you’d never felt so loved and cherished by anyone like him.

Turning around to go back to your icing duties, you’re faced with a smirking Ja’Marr Chase. “What?”

“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckles setting a timer for the cookies that you now notice are in the oven. 

“I don’t understand.”

“You look at him the same way he looks at you, which is the exact same way when you were engaged. You just need to put the ring back on and plan the damn wedding at this point. I mean he broke up with his fling for you.”

You just shake your head at his nonsense, there was no way you and Joe would ever get back together after how it ended- after how you ended it. “No, I’m with Tee. They just had a mild disagreement, the second Ellie comes home with me he’ll be calling her back over.”

“You’re fucking with me right?” He scoffs. “You and Tee are not together.”

“How would you know?”

“He texted me the minute you got here. The only reason you two were out together was because we’re all still friends. Don’t try and bullshit me. You’ve been trying to make Joe jealous for weeks.”

“I have not, lower your voice. If you think he would ever take me back after the shit I said that night, then you’re delusional. I already fucked up with Joe.”

“But you want him to though.” He tilts his head with a soft smile. “I bet you still have the ring on you.” Your eyes go straight to the floor.

“You didn’t give it back because he wouldn’t take it. You can’t put it away because of who it reminds you of and you won’t sell it because you still care. In fact Ellie said you put it on a necklace and kept it in the smallest pocket of your purse.” When you look up, he’s somehow produced the same ring Joe proposed to you with on that beach date when Ellie was 8 months old.

“She really is a little blabber mouth.” You sniffle taking the chain.

“She’s smart and a thief. She showed it to me after you went to go clean your face. She knows how much it means to you and whether she understands it or not, she wants her mom and dad back together.”

“Oh please, this is the same little girl that wants to feed ducks sugar cookies.”

“All I’m saying is you should think about why you’re still carrying that nice ass ring around and talk to him. Alright I’m gonna head out, you got this right?” You nod and share a friendly hug.

“Remember what I said.” He says as the front door opens then shuts.

You lean over the counter with your hands on your face and let out a groan. There’s no possible way for Joe to ever take you back. You don’t even know why you still carry the ring around, but somehow leaving the house without it makes you feel untethered to reality.

“I doubt the cookies are that bad.” You gasp startled by the man leaning on the entryway to the kitchen.

“Goodness, Joe.” Your right hand covers your eyes while still clutching the gold chain. 

“Wow,” you drop your hand remembering what you were holding. “That’s something I haven’t seen in a while.”

“Yea- um. I was having it cleaned.” You bite the inside of your lip, then replace it with a pout when his face tells you he knows the full story. “Joe-

“Put it on.”

“Listen- wait what?”

You want to believe he’s joking, but the look in his eyes is all seriousness. “I want you to put the ring back on.”

“I can’t, not after the way I ended things. It wouldn’t be right.”

“You can, because I want you to. I need you to put the ring on.”

“Joe there’s something you should know.”

He sighs and takes the chain from you. “I know you and Tee hooked up once, I’m still debating on if I need to sucker punch him for it.” Then unclasps the chain and releases the 7 karat diamond into his hand. “I know that we spent the last 2 years trying to forget everything that went down between us only to remind each other every weekend when Ellie is dropped off.” He begins to fiddle with the ring between his fingers. “I also know that nothing you said that night was true.”

You gulp locking eyes with the man you’ve always wanted to call your husband. “Joe.”

“On April 10th, your mom called you and said ‘never get married’ because she had finalized her divorce with your father after spending 25 years in an unhappy marriage, that without a doubt gave you enough trauma in itself. April 11th, I came home from a night out where I drank way too much and reminded you of a part of your childhood you tried to run away from, which is something I’m extremely sorry for. April 12th, we spent the entire day arguing about the dumbest shit because I couldn’t see the pain you were harboring. Then you said ‘I can’t spend the rest of my life with a man that doesn’t care how he comes home to his family. I won’t let you run me into the mud like he did to her, I want to be happy. I can’t marry you.’ And took your ring off.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face as he recalls the last night you spent together as a couple. A night you’ve regretted since it happened.

“Joey, don’t let me do this to you. You don’t deserve this, you could do so much better better than a damaged bitch with trust issues.” With one hand he wipes your tears and with the other he takes your left hand. “Joe think about this.”

“I think there’s something you should know.” He repeats your words with a more lighthearted tone, then gets down on one knee. 

‘There’s no way, no way. Nope, he’s not doing this.’ You echo to yourself while shaking your head.

“I spent two years thinking about this. Two years driving back and forth so we could have equal time with our little girl. Two years of wondering if I’d ever have you back in my arms the way I dream of at night. Even spent one in this house thinking about how hollow it feels without you living in it. I bought it for you, so we could raise our family here together. I know this probably won’t top the first one and I don’t have a new ring yet.” He winks causing another wave of tears to fall, this time happy tears. 

“I can’t see myself happier with anyone except this damaged woman in front of me with trust issues. Shit I’m not that happy now, cause every time I look in our little girl’s eyes all I see is her beautiful mother. She’s a constant reminder of the woman I miss more than anything. I thought we could do this co-parenting thing and stay friends so Ellie could have a happy childhood, but I spend more time with you than I do without you. I don’t want to wake up with anyone else in my bed that isn’t the woman right in front of me. And I’m thanking Elliana for bringing you here, because I need you. I want you back more than anything in the world.” 

His voice starts to tremble. “I’d step on a million legos for you, bake and burn a thousand dinners for you, miss hundreds of games for you- fucking anything. Anything you want, it’s yours. Just say yes.” 

You can feel the way your heart breaks for him, just proving how much you don’t deserve him. “I can’t.” 

“Why not?”

You can’t look him in the eye and break him again. You try to suck in the sob but there’s no use.

“I’m pregnant with Tee’s baby.”

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i'm sorry that was childish, don’t hate me lol here’s the real ending

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“I can’t,” You giggle when his pout deepens. “You haven’t asked the question yet.”

A bright smile breaks out on his face as he sighs in relief. “You need to stop scaring me. Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes I’ll marry you, Joey. I'll marry you a hundred times if I have to.�� You beam as he slips the ring back in its rightful spot then stands and pulls you into the most passionate kiss. 

After two years, you’re back in the arms you love, felt the most comfortable and cherished in. You feel so lucky to have found a man, a fiance so caring, thoughtful, and understanding. Lucky that every time you pushed him away, he just pulled you in harder. And you can’t wait to finally marry him and give him everything he’s ever wanted. Including a bigger family.

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at the fair.

kim leehan x reader

established relationship, some suggestive comments (? ish), leehan argues with a little girl, very very cuteness. lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors.

wc: 2,248

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"you're gonna love it!"

yn smiles at her boyfriend's happy expression, leehan's eyes had turned into little lines, a grin on his face as he went on and on about this neighbourhood fair he had just been dying to take her to. every year, for one whole month during the summer time, the park just down the street magically transforms into some sort of a theme park. the boy had been going there ever since he were a small child, and after dating for the past five or so months, he had been counting down the days until summer had finally arrived onto his doorstep, just so he could share a little bit of his childhood with her.

and that's how they got here. standing with arms intertwined as they waited for heart-shaped their cotton candy to be twirled onto its stick, their stomachs still turning as a result of the thrilling ride they had just gotten off of. "thank you so much" yn says, retrieving the sugary treat into her hands, pulling out a chunk of the soft candy before turning slightly to pass it over into her boyfriend's opened mouth. "ugh" she winced in disgust when his tongue accidentally came in contact with tips of her fingers. the boy chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss against her cheek. "ferris wheel?" he asked, a single eyebrow cocked up as he did so, head tilted over to the large carnival ride. she nods excitedly, "ferris wheel!"

the pair waits in line once again, finishing up the last off their short-lived treat before tossing it into the large silver trashcan to their left. "you know..." yn starts, staring up at the moving wheel that was beginning to slow down to a stop. "i've always wanted to make-out on a ferris wheel" her eyes wander over to him as she ends her sentence, batting her eyelashes almost annoyingly. leehan rolls his eyes before pulling her into his arms, "i feel like you always want to make-out in unconventional places" the couple shares another light laugh, separating from each other as the guard welcomed them onto one of the worryingly squeaky carts of the fair attraction.

"well that was fun" the boy says, wiping the bits of her lip gloss that stained against the grin on his lips. "yeah, we should definitely do that again" his girlfriend responds, slightly out of breath. the young couple get off the ride, holding hands as they waltzed around the grounds of the park once again. "we should play some games now...i need a new plushie for my collection!" yn's statement makes him giggle, "you are such a child" but his actions contradict his words, pulling the girl slightly as he wordlessly makes his way to the row of playing games on the other side of the fair. "which one do you want to play, love?" she ponders for a moment, eyes moving to scan through each and every one of the stands available. yn was about to speak, finally choosing a game, but she is interrupted by his gasp. before she could even ask him what was wrong, the girl found herself being tugged away and over to a light blue stand in the corner.

"where are we going?" her question answers itself when she is met with a large, light-up sign above her head. a sign that read:

fisherman's paradise! catch some fish, win a prize!

a sea themed game. how fitting for her fish-loving boyfriend. the pair watched as two players went against each other. the whole purpose of the game was to use the magnetic hooks to grab as many robotic fish as possible from the small plastic pool in the middle. whoever got the most fish by the end of the 2 minute mark, was named winner and got to choose a sea-themed toy from the prize wall. yn could see the excited smile that begun to grow on her boyfriend's face, his eyes were shimmering like he had just seen his wildest dreams come true. at the same time, leehan looked focused, as if he were calculating every move he would have to make to win later when it was his turn. finally, after what felt like the longest two minutes in the world, the boy was up. a prideful laugh escaped his lips at the sight of his opponent; a little girl, adorned in a thick, red wig and the worst excuse for a mermaid costume he had ever seen. his smile was washed away however when the child in front of him stuck her little tongue out, stained blue from the artificial colouring of the ice cone she probably just had. "you're going down, loser!" her voice was high-pitched and squeaky, as expected from someone that tiny. yn can't help but laugh from behind him, watching in amusement as her boyfriend shared petty trash-talk with a girl who's height didn't even make it past his long legs.

"the only one going down is you, little girl"

the tired looking teenager who ran the booth waved a flag, signalling that their two minutes had begun. yn watched in disbelief as leehan deprived his tiny opponent of all her robotic fish, a nasty smirk on his face as he had fun doing so. the little girl looked horrified, her eyebrows furrowing as the older boy took her victory far far away. ding! their time was up, leehan lifting his fists up in the air at his obvious win. he looked over at his girlfriend happily before pulling her into a hug, she chuckled lightly as she pressed a kiss onto his jaw. now he had to pick his prize, contemplating all too seriously at his choices. "i want the jellyfish" yn whispers, pointing at the angry looking plush toy that seemed to be calling her name. but the boy just scoffs, "what do you mean you want the jellyfish. it's my prize, and i'll take that one" the girl's mouth drops open, a sigh escaping from it as she watches her boyfriend gleefully accept the catfish shaped doll, his favourite, the corydoras. "and i'm the child" yn complains, rolling her eyes at a very joyful leehan, their arms intertwining again as they began to walk away from the game stand.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" an all too familiarly squeaky voice stops them in their tracks, the couple twirling around to be met with none other than the little girl from earlier. "you, mister! you're a cheater! that prize was supposed to be mine!" her small face was squished into an angry expression, her arms crossed over her chest and her lips puckered out into a dramatic pout. leehan snorts, bending down slightly to be nearer to her. "i won fair and square! so don't be such a sore loser" yn could not believe her ears or her eyes, there was no way her boyfriend who she loved and adored so much was seriously arguing with a five year old! over a fish game! the child's angry face turns into that of a smug look, a spritz of her own spit coming out as she spoke up once again. "you probably don't even like fish as much as me" the girl spat, her eyes closing shut and her tiny head tilting upwards. the tall boy's girlfriend slaps herself in the head, why would she say that? doesn't she know the consequences of her actions? where were her parents at this moment? god, help us all. yn tries to pull her boyfriend away before he could cause any more of a scene, but he just shrugs her arm off, a knowing and cocky look painted over his complexion as he looks the poor child right in the eyes.

"well what's your favourite fish then? since you know so much about them" oh god. the five year old lifts her chubby arms in the air, "obviously flounder from the little mermaid!" her miniature eyes roll to the back of her head, pointing down at her outfit so as to say 'duh!'. leehan is about to burst into tears of laughter, "well what kind of fish is he then?" all of a sudden the chatty child falls silent, and the boy has just about the meanest look on his face. "he's actually, a pterophyllum scalare, also known as an angelfish" in the moment the boy looked like he just won a lottery, smirking proudly with his chest puffed out in glory. his girlfriend let's out another loud sigh, making a mental note to never let her boyfriend around children ever again.

the atmosphere changes however, when a whimper escapes the little girl's lips. the couples' eyes darting straight towards her as she begins to cry real tears. "leehan, you made the poor kid cry!" yn exclaims, finally smacking his upside his head. "why is she crying! i was just telling her a simple fish fact!" the boy yells back in terror, "she's a child?!" amidst the young pair's argument, the red wig wearing girl's wailing gets louder, her cries going from incoherent mumbles to begging for her mommy. the couple is in panic mode, not really understanding what they should do at a situation like this, and not really wanting to get in trouble with the kid's parents. "what do we do?" leehan asks, his hands pressed against the top of his head. "i don't know babe, just give her the doll so she stops crying!" yn responds, her tone getting louder to overpower the sound of the wailing child. "but i won it! fair and square!" the girl rolls her eyes at the stupid frown played against her boyfriend's lips, showing no remorse as she forcefully pulled the fish-shaped plushie out of his hands.

"here, stop crying and take this, okay?" yn's tone became hushed as she bent down to level with the tearful girl, juxtaposing the way she shouted at her partner just a second ago. "don't mind him, he's just a big ol' meanie, right? so stop crying, okay?" the kid takes the doll in her tiny hands, sniffling as her tears came to an end. "mkay" the kid mumbles and yn can't help but smile softly. "i love your mermaid outfit, by the way. you look just like ariel, so pretty" now the little girl was grinning ear to ear, seemingly beginning to forget about the tantrum she just threw. "you're pretty too, lady. but...why are you dating such an asshole?" the wind is knocked out of the girl, and her boyfriend who stood listening closely, at the child's harsh choice of vocabulary. yn stops herself from laughing out loud, sighing as she patted a hand through the smaller one's red wig. "i promise he isn't always like that...he's just...very passionate about sea life, that's all" leehan catches himself smiling unconsciously as he watched his girl make soft conversation with his tiny enemy, but his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a female voice calling out for their child, it was her mother.

"oh! there you are! you can't just run off like that! oh, i'm so sorry if she troubled you guys" an older, plump woman spoke, her eyes and nose the spitting image of the menacing girl they were just talking to. yn catches a glimpse of her partner's smirk, "oh yeah, she actually just called me an assho-ow!" his words are cut short when his girlfriend's foot is pressed harshly against his toes. "no problem, she wasn't bothering us at all!" yn's tone is sweet, a forceful smile on her lips like she weren't physically hurting the boy beside her right now. "look mommy, the pretty lady gave me a fishy!" the kid cheers as her mother picks her up from the ground. "yeah my fish-ow! stop stepping on my foot!" yn glares at the guy, if looks could kill he'd be six feet under the ground right now. the older lady and her child shoots the couple a perplexed look before thanking them quickly and leaving. the girl smiles, waving goodbye to the costume wearing child as they slowly disappeared into the distance.

"remind me to never let you play games with children ever again!" yn exclaims as they walk towards the exit of the fair. leehan just chuckles, shooting her a cheeky grin as he did so. "but you were kind of hot back there though..." he trails off, stretching an arm out to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in. "hm?" she asked confused, her cheeks coming in contact with his t-shirt as she looked up at his face. "like you looked so cute comforting that kid...i can't lie it's giving me like extreme baby fever, right now" once again his girlfriend glares at him in disbelief, "after all of that? like hell i'm letting you near my children!" he laughs, partially agreeing with what she was saying. it was silent for a moment, her eyes focused on their surroundings, watching as families, friends and couples alike ran around the park that was starting to get darker. leehan, too, is distracted by the orange tint that began to paint the sky. and then he speaks again, ruining their moment of pure bliss. "can we at least pretend to make a baby" yn rolls her eyes, hiding her blush-y face against his chest as she slaps a hand softly against his arm.

"oh my god leehan, if you're horny just say so!"

the end.

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leave the poor kid alone leehan TT idrk what i was going for when i started writing this but i think its so cute nonetheless 🤓 also not leehan getting #𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 at the end 🙄 reblogs n feedbacks highly appreciated!! tysm for reading <3

[reluctant-sissies]

Squeek

"Thank you for coming to the clinic with me Melissa! When they called and said Peter was ready to be picked up I was just besides myself! I can't believe he keeps coming back here for more treatments! I mean, I know he's not really your responsibility any more, after he broke up with you." "It's no problem Mrs Jones, he's your son you have every right to be concerned! What's he had done this time?" "Well, you best see for yourself! He's in this room…" "Ohhh! Oh Peter! What have you done to your body? Are those real!?" "SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEEEEEK!" 1 "I don't understand you Peter! Because of that ridiculous squeaky toy you had fitted to your voice box the FIRST time you came here!" "It's okay Mrs Jones. I can understand him remember? Peter said he wanted one person to be able to still comprehend what he was saying, so he got the clinic to fit me with some kind of inner-ear translator thingy." "SQUEEEK!! SQUEEEK!! SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEEEK!" 2 "He says he's really happy with his new look. He was worried you wouldn't let him come back to the Special Place clinic to have it all done!" "SQUEEEEEEK! SQUEEEEK! SQUEEEEK SQUEEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK!" 3 "He's saying when the next payment comes through from his dad's - er your husband's will - he wants to have some more things done." "More things done? What more!?" "SQUEEK! SQUEEK! SQUEEEEEK! SQUEEEEK!!!" 4 "Something about a 'foo foo'? Whatever that is! And something about bladder control… and… diapers?" "SQUEEK! SQ… SQUEEEK!" 5 "Oh my… oh my god. My son!!" "I think you might have to stop calling him that Mrs. Jones." "Well what should I call him?" "SQUEEK!" 6 "He likes 'Dolly'." "Okay then… 'Dolly'. Let's get you home!"

1: You know they're real Melissa!! You're the one who told them to do this to me!!

2: But it was all her idea! She made them turn me into this!! I don't want to sound like a squeaky toy!!!

3: NOOO!! I hate it!!! They kidnapped me and brought me here!! Get them to turn me back!!"

4: Nothing more!! Don't let them do anything more to me! Please mom!

5: Oh… oh no! Melissa I'm sorry I dumped you! Please!

sob

[guinea-pig16]

Late Night || Part 1

Glamrock Freddy x Reader

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut! Please enjoy! This is my first ever written fiction as well as nsfw, so I hope you like it!

Part 2 is now out! Read here!

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Word Count: 4,100+

Warnings: slow burn (takes a bit to get to the actual smut) AFAB reader, slight dom/sub vibes, usage of pet names (once), praises, awkwardness, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, a bit of pining

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Late.

That’s the only thought that went through your mind at this point.

It was late. The shitty Fazbear brand digital clock you had sitting on your desk read 1:02 AM. You didn’t mean to stay this late, but when you came in for your afternoon shift at 5 today, everything in the entire PizzaPlex decided to break. As the singular mechanic/engineer that day, you got stuck fixing every arcade machine, photo booth, and any and everything that croaked throughout the day. And after doing all that, you still had to do the required monthly maintenance on the star animatronics of the PizzaPlex. It’s not that you minded working with them, that's what you went to school to do! It’s just tedious and takes longer than needed because of all their parts. Though, you could hardly call the job dull when you had such fun ‘coworkers’.

Chica was in general fun to be around, bubbly as can be with plenty of silly gossip to chat about. Roxy really just talks about herself and tries to get you to change her hair color, nails, accessories, etcetera, claiming it will make her even cooler. Monty enjoys suggestive humor that will either have you doubled over with stitches or so horrible that it’ll have you kicking him out of your workshop faster than he can say “rock n’ roll”. 

And then there's Freddy… The face of Fazbear Entertainment. He was the whole reason you decided to go into robotics. Your first day on the job he immediately made you feel at home, with his warm smile and caring attitude. The two of you had clicked the moment you began talking. As soon as you walk through the doors at the beginning of your shift, he was by your side, asking about your day, eagerly listening to your stories, and nodding empathically to your complaints. It felt as though Freddy and you had known one another for years.

Your checkups with him always ended up being hours longer than normal, the two of you laughing and talking about who knows what. You had to admit, recently being around Freddy has made your heart flutter, your cheeks flush, and your stomach fill with butterflies. You’d felt this way before with others, but never to the degree you do with him. But it’d never work out. He was an animatronic. You highly doubted he could even feel the same way. You didn’t want to find out and risk getting hurt, so you were content with the way things are, being his friend and mechanic.

You tiredly replaced your tools from the checkup with Monty, his laughter after you kicked him out still ringing in your ears. The bastard got on your nerves faster than usual thanks to your tired state, so as soon as you gave him the green light for ‘all good’ you shoved his metal ass out of Parts and Service with the promise of replacing his voice box with a squeaky toy if he continued messing with you. 

You huffed a laugh as you recalled one of his quips as you checked your to-do list. Your eyes lit up and heart fluttered as you saw the last thing on your list.

Routine Maintenance on Freddy Fazbear

“Superstar! How wonderful to see you! Monty let me know you were ready! I thought I would save you the trouble of calling for me.”

Speak of the devil, You thought as you turned with a smile. 

Freddy beamed at you as he walked through the door and stood patiently next to the entrance of the ‘operating cylinder’, hands behind his back.

“Hey Fredster, just gimme a sec and we’ll get started.”

He gave you a polite nod and smile. You grabbed your tool kit (decorated with various stickers Chica had slapped on without you knowing), and a worn-out rolly chair to sit on while working. You rolled the chair in front of the cylinder door and quickly punched in the entry code on the computer next to the door. 

The door slid open and Hand-Unit welcomed you for the 3rd time tonight. “After you.” You said as you bowed deeply and gestured to the interior of the cylinder.

Freddy let out a chuckle and walked in and sat on the maintenance table, you following with your rolly chair and tool kit. Freddy turned to you and opened his mouth to speak, but then immediately frowned as he properly looked at your face.

“My goodness superstar, you look exhausted! Are you alright? Have you been getting enough sleep?” He said, concerned. His hand twitched towards you as if he’d reach for your face. You wrote it off as a minor movement glitch.

You shrugged and sat your tool kit on a table next to Freddy and sat down on your chair. “Ah, I’m fine. I just had a lot to do today, no biggie!” You smiled at him.

He didn’t look too convinced and opened his mouth once more, most likely to scold you for not taking care of yourself, when you cut him off. “Hey, how’d you run into Monty so fast? He’d hardly been gone 2 minutes before you showed up?”

Freddy froze a moment and looked as though he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Ah… well… I just so happened to be… taking a stroll nearby…” He twiddled his thumbs a bit and looked to the side. 

Cute, You thought as you chuckled and opened your toolkit. “Yeah, suuuure… Freddy Fazbear taking a midnight stroll next to Parts and Service. I believe it.” You turned back to Freddy, who seemed to be very interested in the floor. “Right, let’s get started. Lay down for me and I’ll check your chest compartment.”

Freddy obliged and as soon as he seemed settled, you took one of your tools and gently pried open his chest plate. You began to inspect his gears, wires, etcetera. As you worked, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you as you focused.

“I apologize for interrupting your focus, but I have been wondering something.” Freddy asked out of the blue. You hummed in response and moved to look him in the eyes. Freddy was already looking at you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“Monty said you had kicked him out? I was curious to know what he did to cause you to take such measures.” You grinned and let out a laugh as you turned back to his chest cavity.

“Hah! Ahh, the jerk was getting on my nerves. As you can see, I’m pretty tired, so I wasn’t necessarily in the mood for him. Monty, of course, took notice of that, and decided it’d be a great time to start flirting and making dirty jokes. He kept saying crap like ‘he knew something that’d perk me right up’, while gesturing to his crotch.” You glanced at Freddy’s face and saw he looked a bit… upset? “Ah, don’t worry! He wasn’t making me uncomfortable, I thought it was pretty funny, I just wasn’t in the mood for his shit. Besides… it’s not like he even has a dick to begin with…” You trail off as you see a loose wire in his chest. As you fix it, Freddy remains quiet for a moment.

“We do have one. If you were… wondering…” Freddy says after a couple minutes of silence. 

You freeze a moment, allowing Freddy’s words to properly process. Slowly, you lean back from his chest cavity in order to properly look at him, disbelief covering your face. 

“What.”

Freddy is now looking anywhere but you. You swear, if animatronics could blush, he would be beet red. You can hear his internal fan kick in.

“Freddy. You guys have a… No. No way. You’re just messing with me.” You say, still in disbelief, as you close up his chest plate so you can more properly speak with him.

He sits up and rests on his forearms, still avoiding eye contact. “...We do have one… Well, at least Monty and I do. I am unsure about Chica and Roxanne, I have not asked, as it is rather… inappropriate.” He appears even more nervous and embarrassed now. 

You are still in shock. Freddy and Monty, have dicks. There’s no fucking way. Before and after you got this position you poured over all the animatronics’ blueprints, maintenance logs, watched all the shittily made mechanic videos the higher-ups gave you, nothing said they even have the capability of having a penis. As you process this new revelation, some impure thoughts begin to arise…

FREDDY HAS A DICK. Oh my fucking God. Who the fuck thought of giving him one? …I wonder how big it is- SHUT UP OH MY GOD. This isn’t real, oh my God. He has to be joking, he passed by Monty, he must’ve set him up for this joke. No, that isn’t like Freddy to go along with a joke like this… I wonder if he’s touched himself before- I NEED TO STOP OH MY GOD HE’S LITERALLY SITTING RIGHT THERE. He’s my friend I need to stop- You’re suddenly shaken from your frantic thoughts by a large hand on your shoulder.

You jump slightly, a faint blush dusted across your cheeks. You look Freddy in the eyes, who appears even more embarrassed, and a bit regretful.

“I am terribly sorry Y/N, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I am terribly sorry… Please forgive me.” He said, moving his hand from your shoulder to rest it on your hand. “I… I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

Hearing that, you quickly hold his hand with both hands. “No! No no no! You didn’t make me uncomfortable! I just… I-I didn’t think it was even possible for you guys to have one! I mean, I’ve looked over your blueprints hundreds of times, reviewed every single maintenance log, everything! And nothing said anything about you having a, uh, penis…” You break eye contact to look at the ground, unable to look him in the eye, your face growing ever more red.

“W-Well fantastic superstar! I was worried for a moment that I had scared you away, haha…!” Freddy said, gently holding your hands, also avoiding eye contact. 

A moment of awkward silence ensues, the only sound heard being your beating heart and his cooling fan frantically whirring. 

“Can… Can I see it…?” You say quietly, slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear you (which is stupid, since he can pick up the tiniest sounds). 

His head whips to face you so fast you worry for a moment he’d break something. His eyes burn into yours as you hear his cooling fan kick up a notch.

God, why’d you have to say something?

“You- you what? You want to… see my…?” Freddy stutters. If he were a person, you swear he’d be sweating by now.

“Sorry! Sorry, I don’t know why I asked that! I’m just…” God how do you even respond to that!? You just asked if you could see his dick! Family-friendly Freddy Fazbear! Your friend! You want to sink into the ground right now. Your face is on fire now. Maybe you’ve gone delirious because of how tired you are.

A moment of silence passes, again, as Freddy stares at you and you stare anywhere but him. 

“Alright.” Now it’s your turn to whip your head to look at him. Freddy appears more relaxed now, although still sheepish. 

“Uh… really? Y-You don’t have to-” 

“I don’t mind. Besides, this is all a part of the… checkup, right?” He says, his eyes twinkling with something as he looks at you, a small smile on his face.

You swallow a bit, heart fluttering with anticipation. “...Right. Right, yeah, of course!”

Freddy removes his hand from your grasp and sits up fully now. You hear a small latch sound and look toward his pelvis to see the plate there slide to the side to reveal what's beneath. With fascination and nervousness, you watch as a rounded cylindrical object rises from his pelvis. It’s quite large, maybe 7 inches tall, and wide. It’s plain orange, with a red tip. 

You stare at it in fascination and awe. 

Who the fuck decided to give Freddy a big dick? 

You look back at Freddy, who appears nervous again. “...May I… touch it…?” You ask, a bit more confidently now. 

Freddy’s eyes shoot to yours, and you swear you saw him shudder for a split second. He nods silently, intently watching your every movement.

Tearing your eyes away from Freddy, you move one of your hands to his… manhood? Honestly, you’re not entirely sure what to call it. Your fingers gently run up his cock to the tip. Freddy shivers more noticeably now, and slightly opens his mouth. 

It feels smooth and soft. If you had to guess it, it’s made from a type of silicone. You wrap a hand around the base of it, and squeeze slightly to try and get more of a feel of how it’s made. Freddy jolts a bit and lets out a breath, his eyes lidded and looking at you.

“S-Sorry… did that hurt…?” You stutter out, worried you’d caused him discomfort. 

Freddy quickly shakes his head no, his cooling fans whirring loudly. “Please… keep going…” He mumbles, gazing at you.

You flush more, and then begin gently running your hand up and down his cock. Freddy never breaks eye contact with you, his eyes half-closed now. His breath becomes labored and he grips the table. 

“...Faster… please…” He says quietly. You shiver hearing him sound so… needy. You decide you’d like to have a bit more… fun.

You smile sweetly at Freddy. “I’m sorry Freddy… I didn’t quite hear that… Could you say it again?” Your hand comes to a halt, and Freddy whines at the loss of friction.

“...Please… Go faster, Y/N…” He pleads, staring at you with lustful eyes. Your face flushes a deeper red as you smile.

“...Good boy…” He lets out a small moan when you call him that, the sound going straight to your core. You rub his cock faster, causing Freddy to let out small groans and grip the table even harder.

As you watch him moan and twitch under your grasp, an idea forms in your head. You smirk and stop all movement, causing Freddy and whine and look at you.

“...Why did you stop…?” He pants. 

“Oh, I just… have a better idea… If you don’t mind me trying it, that is.” You say, moving your head closer to his cock. 

You blush harder under his intense gaze. You hesitantly, stick your tongue out and lick the tip of his cock. 

At this small action, his whole body jolts and he lets loose groan. You smile, and then run your tongue up and down his cock. He grips the table so hard you know there will be dents later.

“Superstar… you’re, ah- making me feel so… good- ah!” He moans as you begin to put his cock in your mouth. He fully lays back on the table, moaning at every bob of your head.

Because of his size, you’re unable to fit all of him in your mouth, so using one of your hands you cover the part you’re unable to fit. You start slowly, bobbing your head up and down, enjoying the sounds of Freddy groaning. You then begin to quicken your pace, going slightly faster and faster, his moans becoming more frequent as he leans up to gaze at you.

Then, you accidentally take him in too far, causing you to gag a bit. Hearing this, it’s almost as if a switch has been flipped. Freddy’s hands fly to your head and force you to bob your head at a much faster pace than what you had been previously doing. You grip onto the side of the table to avoid tumbling out of your chair from the motion.

Freddy moans loudly and pants, his internal fan whirring as fast as it possibly can.

“Hah- Look at you my, hah, superstar… You’re doing so good, mmh! Doing so good for me…” Freddy tosses his head back and lets out a loud groan. “You look so, ah- beautiful like this! You’re so, hah… wonderful…” You moan slightly, hearing his praises, your core fluttering in excitement. Freddy bucks his hips upwards upon feeling the vibration, causing you to gag again.

“S-Sorry… Ah, D-Didn’t… mean to, hah!” He apologizes, one of his hands tangled through your hair caresses your cheek gently. 

Freddy is now hunched over your head, bobbing it up and down on his cock like his own fuck toy, not that you mind… Every moan he lets out arouses you more and more.

His pace quickens, and his moans get faster and louder. His hands grip your hair slightly tighter. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Y/N… Ah! I’m… so cl-close… mmh! Oh Y/N… you- hah! You feel so good!” Freddy cries out, leaning his head back. 

You decide to help him out a bit. You scrape your teeth slightly against his shaft, making him cry out the loudest moan yet. He moans your name over and over like a mantra as he bobs your head down once, twice, and then opens his mouth in a silent yell.

Nothing comes out of his cock, but you feel it twitch. Freddy gently lets go of your head and collapses back on the table, panting. You pull off his shaft with a slight pop, also panting. Your face is beet red, with some small tears running from your eyes, as well as some saliva dripping from your mouth. You slowly wipe your face with your sleeve as you reflect on what you two just did.

“Y/N… that was… incredible…” says Freddy, as he sits up once more. You blush and smile.

“Yeah… it was really nice…” You rub your thighs together, your core aching a bit with lack of attention. Freddy notices this, and then hesitantly rests his hand on your thigh. You look at him and see him looking at you with kind, slightly lustful, eyes.

“Since you’ve finished your… checkup on me… perhaps I could… help you, if you wish…” He says, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Freddy…” You say, leaning closer to him. He leans in closer as well. The both of you begin to close your eyes as your lips approach his mouth.

Right as you’re about to kiss, a loud alarm blares through the silent room, causing the both of you to jump. You whip your head from Freddy to your desk, where you see your shitty Fazbear clock rattling from the sheer volume of the alarm. 

“Ah… right… That’s the um… end of my shift alarm…” You sheepishly say as you turn back to Freddy, who’s put away his, ahem, appendage. He looks a bit sad, but understanding, as he stands up from the table.

You close up your tool kit and place it on your rolly chair. Unlocking the cylinder door, you step through and put your chair and kit back in their respective places, Freddy following behind. You turn off the alarm and read the time.

Jeez, it’s 2:00 already… I didn’t think we were that long… You think as you gather your things, Freddy standing silently on the sidelines. 

You turn to him and the two of you just… look at each other. Something feels different between the two of you now. You’ve moved past friendship, but you don’t know where the both of you stand now. You’re certain of your feelings for him now, but you have no clue how he feels. Tonight was already a very big step, and you don’t want to push him any farther. Is this all he wants from me? Or was this a one-time thing? Does he still want to be my friend? Or something more? These thoughts flooded your head as Freddy glanced away and cleared his throat (or more accurately just made that sound).

“You know… it is quite late. I would feel much better if I know you made it out safely… May I escort you to the exit…?” Freddy asked sheepishly as if he hadn’t just used you as a fuck toy.

I huffed a laugh and smiled at him. “I’d love that, actually.” Freddy beamed at you and bent at the waist, offering you his arm to hold. You giggled and interlocked your arm into his and began walking to the exit of the PizzaPlex.

A comfortable silence ensued between the two of you as you made your trip out. You blushed slightly as you thought about what the two of you had done. You leaned slightly into Freddy more, enjoying his warmth and feel. You wished he would hold you like this all the time. As you leaned into him, you could have sworn you felt Freddy hold your arm a little tighter. 

God, you were in love with him.

During your walk, all you could think of were his eyes, his laugh, his smile… his moans… the way he looked at you with so much desire. Your heart ached with your want for him, for him to feel the same way… But it could never happen, you convinced yourself.

All too soon, the two of you approached the exit. You both unhooked your arms and stood and looked at each other. You opened your mouth and speak, but Freddy beat you to it.

“I just… I wanted to say… Thank you… For um, what you did for me tonight… It was wonderful…” said Freddy, looking away a moment and twiddling his thumbs. 

You smiled at him. “Hey, it was no problem! … And besides… I… Thought it was wonderful too… I really enjoyed it.” You blushed and looked at your feet.

“Well… in that case…” Freddy, then gently held your chin and tilted your face until you were looking directly into his eyes. They were slightly lidded, and he had a soft smile on his face. “Perhaps I could… return the favor sometime… If you would like…” His voice was deeper than usual. You could feel the rumble of it in your chest.

A shiver went down your spine, and your face flushed. “I… Think I’d like that very much… ‘Mr. Fazbear’...” You grinned.

He chuckled quietly and gazed at your face. His eyes wandered from your own, to your nose, to your flushed cheeks, and finally… to your lips, where they stayed. 

“...Y/N…” He said quietly. You swallowed slightly. “Yes..?”

“May I… Kiss you…?” He asked, leaning closer slightly.

You let out a breath, and leaned upwards, getting on your tippy toes. “...Yes…” You replied.

Slowly, you both closed your eyes, and met for a soft, gentle kiss. Freddy’s hand moved from your chin to caressing the back of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You reached up and wrapped your own arms around his neck.

The kiss was so soft and gentle that it almost brought a tear to your eye. You’ve never felt so warm, so safe, so secure in your entire life. You wished it could have lasted eons.

But, good things never last, and you both unwillingly break apart from the kiss. You both stand there a moment, enjoying being in each other’s grasp, gazing into one another’s eyes.

“Well… I’d better get going… I’ve gotta get some sleep before my next shift.” You say, as you and Freddy separate from each other.

“Ah… yes. Well, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night, and I hope you sleep well.” Freddy says with a soft smile.

You give him a smile back, and walk towards the door, opening it. Before you fully walk out, you turn back to look at him.

“See you tomorrow Freddy. Goodnight.” You say, giving a small wave. Freddy grins and returns the wave, as you finally step out into the crisp, cool night air.

As you walk towards your car, you’re internally screaming.

OH MY GOD, I KISSED FREDDY! NO WAY! I KISSED FREDDY FAZBEAR! OH MY GOD! This is a dream come true! You think to yourself as your start up your car.

You blush as you remember the… ‘promise’ Freddy made you. You have a feeling your next shift will be one you won't forget.

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I hope you liked it! I was a bit nervous about writing this, but thanks to some encouragement from some lovely people and friends I worked up the nerve and did it! I'm pretty proud of my first-ever published fanfic, and will most likely do more in the future!

Also, keep an eye out, you may see a part 2 for this in the future! (;

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[trulyumai]

Oh, Mr mosses (Series!) V

Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret  of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being. Now, his Mimic has taken a liking to you too.

Will you be as smitten of them as they are of you? Only time will tell.

Author Note: Hello everyone, a bit longer of a chapter but thats okay! After Thursday I will be final free! Which means I'll have more time for writing and answering requests, thank you for your patience! <3

Warnings: Blood, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Stalking, Talk about Death, Mutilation.

Also available on AO3!

Taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife @mariaflor873 @fandomfeind @greycloudsy @skully-skeleton-bone0106 @im-here-for-the-fun-of-it @the-tiger-lover78 @itoshilvr @wilddreamer98 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

God, even the way she laid there, limp against the office wall was everything to him. 

Biting down on 28 only crunches and squelches echoed through the room, the said man laid in pieces by his feet. 

He casually sat there in her squeaky chair, munching on a limb like it was normal; an everyday hobby. 

Humming a familiar tune he threw the rest of the arm past him, somewhere towards the cabinets, he had to guess. 

With his feet on the desk he sighed. 

Soon the D.D.D would learn of his presence, his safety would be at risk and his little toy would be in even more danger than she already was. 

Maybe he would take her, hide her away to be his little wife. That is what they’re called, aren’t they?

First things first; he had to dispose of the replica. 

Clicking his teeth he scratched his nails on the wood beside him. 

That fucking fool. A useless mirror image he copied. 

He had to learn everything about the man before taking his face; starting with his job, his hobbies, his routes, down to the fucking shampoo he preferred. Until it got to his favorite area, the most recent addition in his life; the pretty receptionist. 

He knew it would be so easy to manipulate the woman. Her mind was so weak compared to him, with just a tad bit of bending (Mentally and a bit physically), he molded her perfectly for him. 

Enough to not only get access to the building, but to her as well. 

She groaned as she laid there, she must be having a nightmare. He hoped it involved him, with some image of the mimic biting chunks out or flesh, kissing them as he went on.  Holding back a grin he decided to move her, before someone else were to poke their nose in the already bloodied business of theirs. He pulled her up until she reached his chest and eyed the old corroded clipboard by the door. 

Going down the list of names he got to her; room 24 Level 2.

Stepping through the red he rubbed his feet on 28’s corpse, letting the leftover blood dry on his once white, button up. We wouldn’t want a little trail now would we? 

Clicking the green button he passed 28 once more, whistling lowly as the elevator pushed its doors open with a groan. 

Stepping in his clawed finger pressed the second button on the wall, watched as the doors came together with a satisfying thunk. 

Belly satiated and full, he looked down at the woman in his arms, her head was lolled to the side, leaning firmly on his chest. Grinning wide he bent towards her, pressing a sloppy, bloody kiss to her forehead, cheek and nose. 

The box dinged once again, the doors slid open loudly to indicate their arrival to her floor. 

Walking through the corridor, he read the numbers idly 

10, 12, 14, 

A turn left 

16, 18, 20- 

A creek escaped, some neighbor had opened their door, just up ahead.

It was that rich suited prick. 

“Ah! Francis, lovely to- is that the receptionist?” His grin was hesitant, eying the girl with bloody marks on her face. 

He could kill him now, but it would be more of a mess to deal with, he doubted he could hide another body from the D.D.D.

Mustering up a smile, his sharp teeth gritted together.

“She’s ah, not feeling well,” attempting to move past the pompous man and walk towards her door just steps away, the man stopped them once more and put a hand out for extra measure. 

Growling he slowly turned, met the eyes of the man once more. 

“Do we have a problem,” he gritted, claws digging into the poor girl below him. 

“Well- ah, tell her to visit me when she feels up to it,” 

He put his hand back at his side, rubbing his fingers idly. 

“I have a job opportunity for her, you see!” 

Not bothering to waste anymore time, he pressed on to her room. Ignoring the suited man's stares as he clicked her key into place, shoving them both inside before slamming the door. 

“Fucking prick.” He muttered. 

But now he was all alone, could touch and prod at the girl with no interruptions. 

Looking around he noticed the apartment was tidy; everything had a place, plants sat by the darkened windowsill and beside them, a full bookcase was laid about. Her kitchen was spotless, only a few decorative items littered the counters while the sink was, of course, empty. 

Holding her up with one hand he scratched at his gums, pieces of bone were starting to prod against his teeth, becoming more annoying than painful. 

Looking for her bedroom he propped open a door with his shoulder, and with a thump, dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress. 

It was then, he realized. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Bolting angrily back towards the door, the hallway and elevator as fast as he could, he bit down on his annoyingly human cheek; hard. 

He left the elevator unlocked. 

Any other mimic could come through freely and he really couldn’t have that. 

Another competition for his food? Yeah no, fuck that. He hated how territorial his kind was, made everything a pain in the ass to retrieve and made survival even more strenuous. 

It’s why he found himself here; In this little rundown apartment, with surprisingly good security. 

Being denied and caught over and over made everything so much more satisfying, because he knew that if he waited- stuck around for the right moment, he’d get in. 

Watched plenty of his kind die too, before deciding to take a shape of his own, and finally, making his way to the pretty and gullible receptionist. 

Mashing the first floor button he clawed at his face, light red marks dented down with each press of his fingers. 

Ironically enough, he’s the one that has to distinguish between what’s real and fake now.

Waiting for the elevator he growled.

“What a pain in the ass.” 

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The milkman was tired. Getting in, absolutely no one was there to check his ID, and he wondered if the receptionist was okay (Yet again). It seemed that lately, that’s all he could think about. Her health, the way she smiled, her pretty hands.

 Not once had she missed any of her shifts, and although he had only been there for a short time, he would always hear from the neighbors how dutiful she was. 

Come sickness, fatigue, anything, she would be there. 

Walking past the office, his fingers shook cautiously by his sides. 

Enough was enough, he would talk to her, he couldn’t avoid her forever and his little, “crush,” wasn’t going away anytime soon. 

So with a long intake of air. He pressed her floor number. 

It was now or never. 

The doors closed, and the travel up began. 

Floor1

Ding!

Floor 2

Ding!

With his head pointed downwards he heard the doors sliding open before walking forward, passing a quick figure to his left. Not bothering to greet them he kept his head down.

The anxiety was getting to him and wait- he didn’t even know what room she was in! 

Head up, he turned back toward the figure that passed him. 

They obviously resided on this floor, maybe he could attempt to ask them about her room without completely looking like a creep. 

But what he saw he just couldn’t explain- rationally describe. 

His face stared back at him, it was set in a scowl while he noticed vast amounts of blood adorned his usually crisp white shirt. The doors were on their way to closing, and this version of him reached out to stop it.

He was too late, the metal doors crashed together and Francis could feel his heart jumping out of his chest. 

What the actual fuck was going on.

Was he that tired? 

Grabbing his face he turned back, mumbling incessant comforts to stop the beats of his heart from getting any faster. 

He needed to find her room, and fast.

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The first thing she noticed was her head. It boomed with an unfathomable amount of pressure, and she was hesitant to open her eyes. 

She felt around, immediately recognizing the comfort of her own duvet, the silkiness of her pillows,  the faint wafts of the candle she lit the night prior. It calmed the tenseness found between her shoulders, instantly relaxing against the cushioned material. 

With a muffled groan she allowed her eyelids to slink up, her messy room greeted her vision. 

Not remembering the trip up, she laid there, stretched out and confused. 

Craning her head just off the side of the bed, the receptionist glanced towards the hallway; to her front door that was wide open. 

Jerking up, her feet collided with one another, and looking more like a newborn calf than human she attempted her way to the front of the room. 

Never before had a fatigue caused this much confusion; chaos to her mind. 

Something had to be wrong. 

She remembered clocking in, idly sitting by as the clock ticked and ticked. After that it was all blank- it startled her to no end. 

With a hand on the door frame her figure leaned on the wall, just outside her abode. 

Biting her lip she held back a whimper, the bright lights of the hall burned her eyes, she tried to go off of memory, closing her eyes as she felt for every familiar bump and groove of the space.

Turning to where she remembered the elevator was, someone bumped into her- hard. 

“My goodness!” That voice… could it really be? 

“Francis?” Squinting her eyes she blinked repeatedly, trying to get the figure to focus in her vision. 

“H-Hey,” the deep voice answered back, smiling, as she knew it was the tired mailman. Only he could have such a serious yet flustered sounding voice.  

“I've been looking for you,”

The man gripped the girl's shoulders, light yet firm and bent down just to meet her gaze.

“Some… things have been happening, I wanted to see if you were okay.” Flustered, the girl forced out a laugh, taking a hand off her shoulder she gripped it softly. 

“I'm okay, you look more disheveled than me, big guy, what's up?” Kneading the flesh around his knuckles the man couldn't help but relax. 

She smelled so good- of lilac and vanilla, it invaded his senses and corrupted his mind. He couldn't even remember the duplicate until it was shoved back by his consciousness. 

Letting out a low moan he shook his head. ‘Focus Francis, god-’ 

“I have to talk to you,” he blurted out, face getting warmer as she paused her movement, and looked right at him. 

Letting out a giggle she rested her arm, just so it leaned comfortably in the crook of his elbow. 

“Okay? My rooms around the corner, if you wanna talk there?”

Not relying on his words he nodded his head, letting the girl lightly pull his arm to her apartment. 

Now, he just had to figure out how to explain his bloody twin. 

Should be easy!

And if she calls him crazy, and ultimately pushes him out of the apartment- possibly building, at least he got to get this close to her. 

Smelling her, touching her, it was better than living alone with his thoughts- tormenting him every hour of the week that he lazily spent thinking about her anyway.

Inhaling her flowery scent once more he shuddered, he hoped the pretty girl would believe him, so he could once more bask in her presence and ignore every little thing around.

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part -1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey Me Characters x Mc!

"You cannot go!!" MAMMON screamed at you for the 20th time this morning.

You decided that you'll visit Lucien and try to negotiate with him or maybe find a way to remove the damned mark by find something in his house. But mammon don't understand shit and don't want you to go.

"Mammon shut up I'm going and no one here can stop me" you said as you dust your dress and headed downstairs.

"Mc i still think you should not go-"

"What you think is none of my damn businesses Lucifer stop interfering "

"I'm going"

"um....y/n can i....can i talk to you for a minute" run hai said in a squeaky high pitched voice.

"No"

" y/n that is not a way to talk to a fellow student" belphegor said seething with anger.

'oh right how dare i talk like that to their fucking toy' you thought to yourself.

".....okay"

Run hai grabbed your arm and took you to her room. Her room ws filled with bright jewels and skin products 'the brothers do spoil her a lot'.

"You bitch are you trying to take my place!! How dare you act like a whore and get a damn noble's eye on you and now you even made 2 pacts!!! Why the fuck are you interfering between me and the brothers!!"

'this bitch' you thought

"Look i don't have time for this i need to go to the damn noble house plus you should know that aren't they your dogs?" You said and got out of the room only to find the brothers in suit dressed up and ready to go.

"Run hai sweety! I have a dress laid out for you get dressed quick were going to Lucien's too" asmo said dressed in pink.

"what the hell why are y'all going?"

"well we need to discuss a-about my o-ocean Lucien w-wanted to buy it a-and i think it'll be good t-to g-get it o-over with" Levi said .

"ugh whatever, Satan you coming with me"

"i can go with you-"

"yes I'm coming"

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"Welcome darling- what the fuck are they here for!!!" Lucien said

"Hello Lucien we're here to discuss things" Satan said smirking.

"um hii! I've heard about you and this mansion looks great would you mind showing me around!?" Run hai said in a pitched voice

"Why is that pest here!!" Lucien said enraged .

"pffft-" 'oh shit not like i could've controlled it '

I looked up to see Lucien softly smiling watching me . Ahem no.

"why did you called me here"

"well why don't we go inside we can talk there" Lucien said grabbing my hand

As we went inside i noticed that he do surely live in a fucking mansion . We reached the dining hall much later than I expected. We finally sat around the table and Lucien sat me at the chair beside him .

"so tell me now why did you called me here"

"well i have a proposal for you darling"

"I'm listening"

"I'll give you anything you desire clothes , jewels , money, unlimited luxury, even 75% of my possessions and in return you'll only have to give me one thing..."

"......and what's that.."

"You"

[A/N]: *hides behind Thanos* okay i know i was gone for a bit (lot) but i was giving my exams . So sorry for making y'all wait .

Btw run hai is actually based on somebody in my life I'll tell y'all if ya wanna know.

If you want to be tagged then drop a comment, no ask or DM about being tagged will be taken.

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[britt-kageryuu]

The VTurtles! Clip Channel~

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Leo: I was voted 'Most Handsome' in school.

Donnie: We were homeschooled Blue, and that vote was rigged.

Leo: You just had to ruin my fun didn't you?

Donnie: Of course. It's my job as the Older Twin!

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Raph: Honestly strangest moment from our childhood, was probably when, a bit after we got our own rooms, we get woken up in the middle of the night by a loud as hell fart. Smelled awful too. No one would fess up. We were arguing for days before learning it was Pops.

In the distance a faint "THE STINKY RAT BLAMED ME! SO I HID ALL OF HIS SNACKS!!" could be heard from somewhere in the studio.

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Mikey: So I may have been almost fired for throwing something at a customer. Thankfully the customer was one Incident away from being banned. So everything worked out okay.

The visible chat is asking what he threw, and what the customer did.

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Donnie: I loved Mythbusters as a kid. Unfortunately the don't try this at home rule was enforced by Red. Though Blue, Mandarin, and I have tested some of the tamer paint related experiments.

There is a pause before Donnie continues.

Donnie: Besides it was on Staten Island, the place needed some improvement. Wish we could've gone to Jersey, but Blue is technically illegal there, being a Red Eared Slider and such.

<><><><><><>

A clip of Mikey on a makeshift Balance Beam, performing some amazing stunts. Then the dismount. Pan to the judges, and it's a group if stuffed animals holding cards with random pictures on them.

Leo: Who hired these guys? I woulda given him at least 2 unicorns!

Raph: They're doing their best okay!?

×××××××××××

Sunny walking around the studio carrying her ribbon, then jumping onto a shelf and putting it on a small pedestal. Then sitting looking proud with herself.

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A video of the 'Hatchlings' fighting over pieces of paper that have different names on them.

Kendra: We let them pick their names from a list, and they can't make up their minds, stealing the papers even if they don't want them. Mine wanted to be Amethyst Wyvern, but then Wyrms keeps stealing the paper. Brave move from him honestly.

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Donnie swinging his hammer and then lightly bonks Mikey on the head with a spoken 'Bonk.' with a squeaky toy sound effect.

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From the concert:

Raph and Stars (Mona Lisa) models are noticeably close in height with Raph being taller. Star then without warning just fireman carries Raph off the stage.

Raph looks like he's had this happen before, and isn't surprised.

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Masterpost

I was a bit bored, and watching some meme videos, if only to get some inspiration for what to have the Turtles say. Only like 2 of these might be based on memes, I honestly can't remember.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #5

They're so cute...

OH, she set them up!! Here we go!

Wanda making squeaky toy noises when Cosmo hugs her is all I've ever wanted.

"We're real, all right! ... Real fairies. Not real humans."

BUDAWHAAAAAAAA-? Thank you Cosmo for just confirming elastic skin, which has been one of the most important headcanons in my worldbuilding. I did not expect you to do that for me, but... thanks?

Pfft, Wanda changing her legs.

ERG??? Is that you?

Okay, there's that "We've been retired for 10k years" implied time travel bit; I think I remember that from the story bible + early convos with my friends, so at least I came prepared to expect that.

This is either time travel - which plays perfectly into my established "Cosmo ate a time key during dinosaur times and has been running around through time unsupervised for ages" headcanon anyway, LOL - or they're flat-out lying to Hazel, seeing as the audience already knows Timmy is confirmed as a recent godkid, so... Hm.

SLDKFJSD I love how the guy who accidentally sent his baby stroller down a steep hill is wearing a #1 Dad hat. "My expensive stroller! ... I mean, my baby!" - Yeah, we're still in FOP. All the parents are terrible here.

Setting her up as loving french fries and then turning her into a fly who found french fries was clever.

Cosmo once again being so close and yet so far to his mark. Good to see him back!

Me when I return my would-be murderer's daughter, who is a bug.

I AM SO GLAD that even in 10,000 years, Wanda's small talk skills have not improved far beyond "I'm Human McRealPerson" and "My husband is a grilled cheese sandwich" from back in the day, sdlkfj. That's my girl!

oh no, the Venus flytrap gift they brought over is about to go so wrong.

Yep, she's still goin'. Talking about the carwash.

GIRL check your fingers.

OH MY GOSSSSSSH, he's dressed for a classy party in Fairy culture. Cosmorella? We thought you were dead!!

... That's an ant? I would've guessed tick.

It's a guy ant? Buddy, are you sure you're supposed to be foraging?

Let's go!!

SDLKFJSDKLFJSLKJF noooo... No, no, no, no, no... Not the thing I use to symbolize memorials for the dead, c'mon!

It IS an accurate item for a Fairy house- these were all over the place in Fairy World during the old show, AND in that color, though you usually see more than one "wand" per pot.

I'm super impressed the artists studied the old interior design customs. Huh.

Cosmo lives here. Also, BABY!!

OOH, I'm excited that Cosmo and Wanda's window overlooks Fairy World because it's kind of a portal. I did something super similar with a rat cage in an upcoming Frayed Knots scene, where Anti-Cosmo and Wanda are godparenting together during school. Nifty!

He even confirmed it's a spell on the front door! Wow. Somehow, Past Me nailed that.

"We can choose which world we go out into!" -> /Me with my 'fic where Kevin Crocker is confused that Shirley's Pizza Parlor has an exit on the other side that goes to Retroville.

Cosmo: We lived in Timmy's fishbowl for 20 years. Wanda: It was 7.

You are both wrong- it was like 68 <3 But honestly, I forgive you for not wanting to tell Hazel time was frozen for 50 years. I don't think she'd like that. Actually, I don't think she was born yet, because my vision is time freezing at the end of Season 4, and Dale was rescued in Season 2, so... Yeah, she wasn't born. Still, you don't wanna just drop that on someone.

That's actually very funny that Cosmo and Wanda are struggling because they're out of practice during their retirement.

THERE'S THE SIGN!! Way to go.

Oh, and the credits are done in a similar style to the old ones? Even the colors? That's so cute! That's also nice that Hazel's VA was a story editor too- That probably helps with the passion and vision.

That was cute. I liked it. Huge relief to see something well-researched and made with love after "Fairly Odder" was a struggle for me.

I've got a little more time tonight, I might be able to get one more episode done before bedtime.

[11queensupreme11]

Another bit from Sally=Loki that might have to get the chop but I thought was too funny to not delete. Can you guess who Percy had just met? (It's Apollo, also to answer your earlier question Percy sounds more educated because 1) Loki is very educated and children learn to speak by mimicing parents so compared to Sally who is a high school dropout, nothing wrong with that, just Loki just has a broader vocabulary 2) Loki would accept nothing less then a fantastic education for his child so Percy does go to a good school and has Loki being very supportive at home, 3) Loki has a lot of run ins with the authorities and taught Percy specific phrases. After all mortal doctors could notice something was up with her if they looked so Percy was trained to deny care, if you asked her about some other topic she would not sound that good)

“Why have you returned?” Poseidon demanded “And where is your minder?”

Percy shrugged and replied, “Ares was trying to show me some statues and murals when a strange naked man appeared and started touching Ares all over the place and tried to chase me.”

Her uncle Zeus made a strange noise like a squeaky toy, he should probably see a doctor about that she thought. “Mom and my teachers and the school resource officers all said if I see a person not wearing all their clothes or exposing their privates I’m supposed to run away and find a trusted adult. Ares didn’t seem super available, and you were closest, and it is your day, but I guess I can go back to my grandpa’s house if you’re busy.”

For a moment everything was silent and then Uncle Hades suddenly lunged forward tackling her father who had started to rise back into his seat. “Oh my, that must have been very scary for you” replied her Uncle Hades voice rough and teeth gritted with exertion. Vaguely she could hear her father start to say something only to be quickly cut off by a hissed “Language!” from said Uncle.

Uncle Zeus laughed like someone who knew they were about to fail to negotiate their way out of being kneecapped by the mob and blabbered out, “You didn’t interrupt anything important, no siree, we were just finishing up, now if you will excuse me I just remembered I haven’t seen my children in an bit and must check in on them” all while he fled the room, carefully keeping the table between him and her father. Percy wondered why all the adults on this side of the family constantly acted like they were raised by baboons. With a sigh she turned back to her remaining “adults” and said “Public indecency is illegal, as is exposing yourself to a minor. I believe this is where you are supposed to call the authorities.”

Percy was very proud of herself for remembering all of that from the stranger danger talk at school (mom would have probably castrated the man rather than call the cops but as Percy had recently learned mom also had a history with the law here so she probably had to rely on her own conflict resolution skills… which would explain a lot actually. As the old man who ran the bodega had said, a criminal who calls the cops is a dead criminal). Admittedly she did not ever expect to need to need it as any adult who worked with children with any frequency at all seemed aware of this particular procedure, however she supposed she could give daddy a pass since he was one, very new to this and two, she was starting to doubt he or his siblings had been raised by sentient life at all. So, some ignorance was probably unavoidable on his part, she just hoped the rapid reddening of his face was not due to anger directed at her over being told what to do. Maybe he was embarrassed that he didn’t know already? Mom always said there was nothing embarrassing about learning. However, last time she corrected a boy in her class he cried, she hoped this was not another Joey Klingler situation because she really didn’t think she would be able to get daddy to stop yelling by distracting him by triple-dog-daring him to eat a fistful of sand.

i love how no matter the universe, percy's first interaction with ror!apollo always has to do with him being naked 💀

BUT I LOVE THIS!!! I hope you don't end up deleting it cuz it is a funny scene but if you do... i will treasure this post forever 😔😔😔

[wreywrites]

Sorrows and Squeaky Toys

Summer of Bad Batch Week 2

Prompts: Injured & Comfort Zone

Warnings: Vague references to torture, nightmares (nothing graphic) AO3

“Crosshair?” Zara asked quietly.

She got a wordless growl in response.

“Crosshair, can I see your hand?”

“Kriff you—”

“Later,” she said, without any of the usual venom, snatching his wrist anyway, and scrutinizing his hand.

He jerked away, glaring at her.

“Crosshair—”

“It’s not that hand, idiot.” He held up the other hand.

That one definitely looked shaky.

With a resigned sigh, he held it out to her.

“Look all you like, I guess. Since I can’t stop you.”

Zara took his hand, working her fingers gently over his. “Master Brallo could have had you fixed up in no time. He was an excellent Force healer—kriff, he didn’t even need the Force, he could do it the medic way too. Ky had him teach me some—enough to get by. I wasn’t ever as good as the Healers though.”

“Are you trying to be comforting?”

She let out a short huff. “Wasn’t a very good way to phrase it, was it?”

“No. We need to work on your bedside manner.” He looked like he was going to say something more, but he stopped short with a hiss. “Ouch!”

“Sorry.” She paused, holding his palm like it was made of starfeather eggshells. “What happened? You know, why—?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he growled.

“Okay, but it would be easier to help if I knew what the injury was.”

Another growl.

Zara sighed. “Crosshair…”

He glared off over her shoulder.

“Crosshair, can I please help you? I know you don’t like it, but I really think I can at least make it better if you would just step out of your comfort zone—”

His face was an inch away, eyes burning into hers, fingers closed around her wrist like a vice. “We are so far beyond my comfort zone,” he snarled.

Zara wasn’t really afraid of Crosshair—not usually—but at that moment she didn’t exactly feel safe. Shaky hand or no, if there was going to be a murder, he had the advantage and the motivation. She flinched only a little, but she knew her eyes were wide and her nostrils flaring with every breath.

Crosshair’s voice dropped to a horrifying hoarse whisper. “We have sprinted past my comfort zone. And yet we are always in yours.”

“You’re right.” The words came out higher than she would have liked, but not a squeak—not yet. She swallowed and tried again. “You’re right. I—I know what sets me off and I avoid it like a plague. And it’s not fair that I get to do that and you don’t. So…” Zara took a deep breath.

After several seconds of silence, Crosshair said, “So what?”

“So I’m meditating. I don’t think I can actually heal your hand with the Force. I was never that good and I don’t want to mess it up. But I think I can help. I just have to meditate and focus on it and—”

“And that won’t set you off?”

“No, it will, it definitely will.” She finally felt brave enough to look him in the eye again. She was surprised to see how much his gaze had softened from murderous rage to something nearing legitimate concern. “I will absolutely have nightmares tonight, so I’ll need to borrow Batcher.”

He didn’t quite smile as he shook his head. “She likes you best anyway.”

“Companion animal breeds can sense trauma and are very emotionally intelligent. So it’s not exactly a good thing that I’m her favorite. Just means I have the most baggage. Now,” Zara smiled, “can I see your hand?”

*****

AZI told him once—more than once, probably, but when the droid got to blabbering Crosshair tended to tune him out—that the tremor might be psychosomatic.

Crosshair knew it was. But knowing the problem and fixing it were two separate issues.

More annoyingly, Zara was probably right—he needed to talk about it.

But not tonight. And besides, if he told anyone, it was going to be Batcher, because she’d never share his secrets.

Either way, his hand wasn’t shaking. Whatever Zara had done—he never knew—Omega told him once he had all the Force sensitivity of a meiloorun, and Zara had heard and laughed and agreed, and that hurt a little, even though it was true—whatever she had done when she closed her eyes and wrapped his hand in hers and just sat quietly for half an hour, it had worked. He’d gone all day with no shakes. When they ran into each other in the market, Zara headed one way with Echo and Crosshair headed the other way with a pack full of the little clay boats that made such good targets, she noticed him carrying the rifle and gave him a grin and a nod, and he nodded back, and that was it.

He hadn’t missed a single shot.

Crosshair sighed and knocked.

An excited bark came from inside the house.

“Batcher, it’s okay! Hey, get—get down, silly girl! Go find Squeaky Moon-yo and we’ll play.”

Another bark and the scrabbling of hound toes on hard floors.

The door opened.

“Hey.” Zara gave him a lopsided smile. “You’re out late.”

“You’re up late.”

“Yeah, well…” She shrugged and stepped back, gesturing him in. “Not like I’ll sleep well anyway—wasn’t in a rush to get to the nightmares. Batcher and I were watching Corrie Cops.”

Batcher came skidding back through the house, her squeaky toy dangling from her jaws. She dropped it at Zara’s feet.

“Good girl!” Zara picked up the toy and tossed it out the open back door. Batcher bounded joyfully after it.

“You don’t leave the door open at night, do you?”

“No, I close it before I go to bed. But when I’m up I usually leave it open so Batcher can come in and out.”

Batcher barked and Squeaky Moon-yo squeaked.

“I swear that thing was the best twelve credits I’ve ever spent.”

Crosshair nodded. Then, without waiting for an invitation, he walked into the living area and sat on the couch facing the holo screen. It was an old episode of Corrie Cops… Commander Thorn old. “What are you, eight seasons behind?”

“I’ve seen them all—well, not the last few episodes of the new season, but I’m not sure I’ll keep watching. It’s not as good as it used to be. Makes me…” She trailed off, arms crossed, not looking at him.

He nodded again and patted the couch next to him. “Sit.”

Zara frowned. “Serious?”

“Serious.”

“You wanna talk about things being outside your comfort zone.”

“Yeah, well…” He shrugged. “Hand hasn’t been shaking all day. You deserve a good night’s sleep.”

She wrapped herself in a blanket off the armchair, then sat beside him. “I’ll still have nightmares.”

“I’ll wake you up.” Tentative, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

She started to lean in, then sat back up. “Oh, the door—”

Crosshair whistled. “Batcher!”

The lurca trotted back in and dropped Squeaky Moon-yo next to her bed.

“Bring it here.” Crosshair held his open palm toward her.

Batcher tilted her head, then picked Squeaky Moon-yo up again and carried it to Crosshair. He took the toy, sizing it up for a moment. With a flick of the wrist, he whipped the squeaky toy across the room where it thumped into the door switch and slid the door shut.

“Nice.” Zara leaned against him again.

Having retrieved Squeaky Moon-yo, Batcher returned to the couch, dropping heavily to the floor in front of it.

Crosshair reached down and rubbed the top of her head. “Good girl.”

Batcher sighed, then sprawled out and fell instantly asleep.

The kitchen light was still on, but there was nothing to be done for that, and Zara didn’t seem terribly concerned as she snuggled closer.

“This is the episode where they catch that guy smuggling spice by—” She stopped.

Crosshair was already reaching for the remote. He remembered this episode too. Not that he would ever admit how much he enjoyed Corrie Cops or the fact that he had seen every episode at least four times. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the holo screen shut off before they showed the Jedi Temple as the backdrop for their undercover operation.

Wordlessly, Zara waved a hand toward the kitchen. The lights flicked off. Then she sniffed. “Might as well be lazy—already going to have nightmares.”

“Zara—”

“Good night, Crosshair.”

“Thank you. For—my hand.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.

“Now, go to sleep.”

She nodded against his shoulder, and soon he had a snoring lurca at his feet and the slow rise and fall of Zara’s chest at his side.

*****

Squirming next to him woke him up.

Crosshair shook his head, blinking, confused for a moment about where he was—not his bunk, not his bedroom, not Kamino—

Zara squirmed again and he remembered.

“Hey.” He put a hand on her shoulder, shaking her just a little. “Zara, wake up.”

Nothing.

“Zara.”

She sat up with a strangled yelp. To her credit, she didn’t pull her lightsaber on him. She sat ramrod straight, staring through the far wall, sides heaving with shallow and much too quick breaths.

He wasn’t sure if he always rubbed circles on her back when she had nightmares, but he was now, hand still on her shoulder, thumb tracing little circles by her shoulder blade. “It’s just us,” he said quietly. “Just you and me and Batcher.”

Slowly, he felt her calm down. Her shoulders rose and fell less frantically, her breaths were less raspy and audible. Finally, she leaned back against him, staring up at the ceiling. He could see tears in her eyes and chose not to comment.

“Your nightmares—they’re about the Purge, aren’t they?”

Zara took a shaky breath and nodded. “They didn’t do anything to your hand on Tantiss, did they?”

He shook his head. “It’s psychosomatic.”

Her fingers laced between his. “Must be why you’re Batcher’s second favorite.”

*****

“Omega, you know you need to knock before you barge into people’s houses—”

“Shh!” she hissed. “I messaged Zara and she didn’t answer, which means she’s sleeping, and she told me I’m welcome to let myself in—especially if she has Batcher overnight—so I did, and—” She stopped, pushed Echo into the living area, and gestured at the couch.

Crosshair was on his back, fast asleep on the end of the couch that reclined, one arm hanging off the armrest, the other draped across Zara’s stomach and ending in their fingers tangled together. Echo couldn’t tell which one of them was snoring a little.

Echo smiled and shook his head. “Batcher,” he whispered. When she looked up at him, he jerked his head at the front door and she trotted out, tongue lolling. He followed the lurca, steering Omega in front of him by the shoulders, then closed the door behind them.

“Didn’t know they were having a sleepover.” Omega sounded impish. “She just said she was going to see if she could do something for his hand.”

Echo resisted about eighteen different jokes and simply said, “She did—yesterday morning—and then I’ll bet you a hundred credits he felt bad last night because he knew she’d have nightmares, so he came over to keep an eye on her.”

Omega looked thoughtful, then nodded. “It’s nice that they can help each other. Even if they don’t always like it.”

Echo laughed. “Yeah, the inherent bitterness of being a portable comfort zone for someone you aren’t sure if you hate or—” He caught himself and shot Omega a look out of the corner of his eye. “Hey, don’t tell anyone about this.”

The girl snorted. “I won’t. I like Zara, but I don’t want to have to cuddle her after her nightmares because Wrecker teased Crosshair into quitting.”

“The inherent bitterness strikes again!”

“Hey! Besides, if I’m bitter about anything, it’s that I can’t do what she does, and she can’t teach me because—because it hurts.”

Echo pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “The thing about injuries like that—they go deep. They take a long time to heal.”

“But they do, right? She says she’s better than she was.”

“Yeah. You just have to feel safe enough to let yourself heal. And now she does. They both do.”

[bumblesimagines]

Midnight Beach

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Kinda a filler to showcase relationships

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"Sarah-"

"No, I got it!" Stepping onto the broken wooden dock, Sarah extended her arms out to balance herself as she began slowly walking toward the beached boat. (Y/N) sucked his teeth, resting his hands on his hip and watching his girlfriend closely, eyes flickering down to the live wires scattered around the boat and dock. Their young neighbor stood beside him, nervously watching as Sarah tried reaching the boat to find her lost toy.

When Sarah nearly lost her balance, she released a small shriek and wobbled, grabbing the attention of Rose and her friends who had gathered on the porch to chat with drinks in hand. (Y/N) looked over his shoulder as Rose groaned and stormed off the porch, glaring at her stepdaughter when Sarah continued getting closer to the boat. 

"Sarah, get down now!" She demanded, irritation lacing her voice and fists clenching when Sarah merely laughed in return.

"Rose, calm down. I'm an athlete. I got this!"

Ripping her sunglasses from her face, Rose stepped closer to the bank with a sneer. "You're gonna get electrocuted! Get down!" She shouted again, shaking her head disapprovingly. Sarah looked back at her and paused for a moment, a grin slowly spreading on her face when she realized she had an audience watching. Playfully shimming her shoulders to taunt everyone, she giggled and ignored the calls from Topper and Rose. 

"(Y/N), do something!" Topper huffed, approaching the teen with Kelce and Rafe in tow. "She's gonna get hurt!" 

"You know how she is, Topper. Once she puts her mind to something, she'll do it." (Y/N) sighed. Rafe smirked and roughly slung his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, tugging him to his side and chuckling.

Peering back at Topper, Rafe snickered. "Little Top wishes he knew Sarah that well, don't you, Topper? This is why Sarah likes this guy. So knowing, so caring." Rafe teased, shaking (Y/N)'s shoulder as he spoke. (Y/N) shrugged off Rafe's arm and rubbed his shoulder, feeling it begin to ache from his grip. Looking back at his girlfriend, he felt some relief when she safely stepped onto the tilted boat, calling back to their neighbor before reaching down. Suddenly, the blonde screamed and dramatically fell over, going limp on the boat. While the sound made him flinch, (Y/N) could see the subtle rise and fall of her chest. However, Topper practically flew over toward the bank, shouting her name until she tilted her head and lifted one of the wires with a wide grin.

"It's disconnected," She laughed, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair to comb it back as Kelce cracked up with laughter. With a reddening face, Topper crossed his arms over his chest, head turning away as his two friends began taunting him.

"Bro, not even her own boyfriend screamed like that-"

"I didn't scream, Kelce. I was concerned!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you just don't want to admit you're whipped for a girl that isn't even yours." Rafe reminded him lowly, patting his shoulder with fake sympathy. Stepping away from the boys before they could drag him into the taunting, (Y/N) approached the dock and waited for Sarah, offering his hand when she neared him. She hopped off the dock and smiled down at the little girl, handing her the toy elephant and giggling softly when the little girl beamed and held the toy close to her chest. Chirping a squeaky 'thank you', she ran off toward her mother excitedly.

"The dramatics weren't needed, Sarah." (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the kid and raised his brows at Sarah.

"Oh, come on," Sarah whined softly, fingers intertwining with his. "They were making a big deal over nothing! Admit it, it was funny watching Topper go all mama hen like that." 

"Mama hen or crushing big time?" (Y/N) cocked his head, glancing back at Topper and the others. Appearing to have had enough of the taunting and teasing, Topper parted from the boys and stomped off but his tantrum only received a chorus of laughter from his two so-called friends. 

Humming softly, his girlfriend grinned widely. "Jealous, (Y/N)?"

"Of Topper Thornton?" (Y/N) whipped his head back to look at her, a soft scoff escaping him. Sarah snorted softly at his reaction and gently tugged on his hand, pulling him from his spot and walking alongside him back to the Cameron Residence. 

With many things still needing to be cleared or cleaned, many families were out and about in the neighborhood. It appeared like a typical sunny afternoon; little kids running around, mothers chatting with wine cups in hand, fathers instructing their workers around, and teens walking around the neighborhood with their friends. A peaceful, overly hot day. And another day without being given a time of day by his parents. His eyes shifted to the house in the corner, tall and large yet with no sign of life. A home only in name.

Gently bumping her body against his arm, Sarah offered him a smile. "Any word from them?" She asked softly, nodding toward the house.

"Yeah, mom texted yesterday. They're busy with their work but they'll try to find time to come visit." (Y/N) returned the smile with a forced one of his own, dropping her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Sarah nodded, resting her head back against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist. (Y/N) released a soft sigh and leaned his head against hers, looking forward at the Camerons' mansion. Ward greeted them with a nod and a kind smile before he returned back to sawing branches in half. 

"Come with me, I gotta show you a good spot." Sarah grinned, quickening her step and hurrying into her home. (Y/N) followed her with a chuckle, ascending the spiral staircase until they reached one of the rooms. Sarah approached the window and flipped the locks, glancing back at him with a giggle and pushing up the window. She leaned over and crawled through, motioning for me to follow with her hand. (Y/N) poked his head out, spotting the fallen branch on the broken railing before he fully climbed out and carefully followed Sarah to a free spot on the roof. Sitting back, he looked up and hummed softly at the sight. The bright sun made the water shimmer beautifully and the height allowed a good look over the house perched against the waters in Figure Eight. 

"It's calming up here," Sarah mumbled and brought her knees up to her chest. Resting her arms on the top of her knees, she turned to look at him with a small smile. "Reminds me of when we met, too."

"I barely like any of the people here, Liv."

"And half of them like you." The redhead tilted her head back with laughter. She reached over toward him, her short acrylics lightly digging into his arm as she grabbed his arm and dragged him forward. Heaving a heavy, dramatic sigh, (Y/N) allowed her to lead him inside the large house. The sound of hip-hop music filled his ears along with loud singing and laughter. Many of his classmates were in attendance and they glanced in his direction as he walked by them, smiling widely and lifting their red cups in greeting.

Grinning widely, Liv turned her head to look at him and raised her brows, teeth digging into her glossed bottom lip. "See? They like you even though you're a brooding little shit."

"I don't brood-"

"Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N)." Liv laughed again, releasing her iron grip from his arm and eagerly approaching the table filled with enough drinks to put someone in a coma. (Y/N) lingered by his former girlfriend, looking over his shoulder and quietly greeting those who walked past him. Setting two cups down, Liv looked over the available beverages, humming in approval at some and cringing at others. (Y/N)'s attention turned toward the backyard as a girl screamed, watching a guy playfully throw her into the pool. 

"I heard Sarah was coming." Liv cooed teasingly, winking at him and filling their cups to the brim. 

"Yeah? Good for her."

"Oh, please, don't act as if we all haven't noticed the looks." Liv scoffed, handing him the cup and pulling her hand to her lips when some alcohol spilled over. 

"What looks?" (Y/N) asked and Liv rolled her eyes, licking the beer off her hand before wiping it dry against her denim skirt. But (Y/N) knew what she meant. He'd picked up on the fact he and the princess of Figure Eight had begun to bump into each other more frequently, making eye contact on campus when they walked by each other, and occasionally exchanging greetings. Others had picked up on it too, more notably Denny and Topper. Because when Sarah Cameron looked at someone, everyone else did too. 

"Don't play dumb." Liv rolled her eyes, picking up her own cup and drinking from it as she turned to look over those present. Perking up when she spotted her friends, she shot him a smile and patted his arm. "Go make friends." She encouraged before wiggling through the bodies in the living room until she reached her crew. (Y/N) sighed and set his cup on the counter, sticking his hands in his pockets and heading through the house. Reaching a set of stairs, he headed up to the second level and wandered down the hallway, looking at the pictures decorated around the house with a family he knew well. A family that would surely be ticked off once they saw the party their kids had hosted. 

Noticing the window at the end of the hall wide open as he grew near, (Y/N) spotted the prints on the windowsill. Someone had either climbed out or in. Snorting softly at the thought, he poked his head out and hummed, pulling his body out and planting his feet on the roof. He rested his hand against the bricked wall and moved around it until he reached a better area to sit at. But to his luck, it looked occupied by none other than Sarah Fuckin' Cameron. (Y/N) paused his movements and pursed his lips, eyes falling to her muddy sneakers. The blonde turned her head in his direction, leaning back slightly in surprise before a smile broke out on her face. 

"And so we meet again." She chuckled softly and placed her hand on the spot beside her, patting it invitingly. "Come, it's the best seat here."

"You know, I think that night was the first time I ever felt seen. Everyone else just sees my dad when they look at me but it was different with you." Sarah spoke quietly, tracing one of her bracelets with her finger and gazing at him fondly. "And now everyone thinks we're gonna get married and have a bunch of babies." While she meant to come off as playful and lighthearted, her face shifted into one of reluctance. 

"You don't want that?"

"No- Yes- I mean," Sarah inhaled deeply and brought a hand to her face, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She pressed her lips together for a moment and sighed, dropping her hand and looking back out at the shimmering water. "I mean, we're still young a-and who knows what's gonna happen to us in a few years. I don't want to make any serious plans yet."

"Yeah, I get it." (Y/N) muttered quietly, letting the blonde scoot closer and rest her head on his shoulder.

Despite the fun and good times they had together, there was something about Sarah that made (Y/N) feel as if she were slipping from his grasp. Sarah was a free spirit. Someone who couldn't go long without feeling the rush of an adventure and someone who didn't like being tied down. In comparison to (Y/N), she was constantly on the move; doing one thing or suggesting another. Her energy infected others and never seemed to die down. Hearing her when she spoke about their potential future filled him with uneasiness. But perhaps he'd let the rumors circulating her get to him.

He hoped so, at least.

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"Are you even trying, Sarah?"

"Hey! I've gathered more trash than you! I've picked up everything I've seen!" Sarah scoffed playfully at him, lifting her bright orange trash bag in his direction and shaking it so the trash inside rattled together. Lifting his brows, (Y/N) used his grabber to pick up an empty bag of chips laying beside her foot. "Oh... Well, that doesn't count. I didn't see it."

"Mhm, sure thing." (Y/N) laughed and stuffed the sandy bag into his trash bag, continuing to scan the sand beneath him for more things to pick up. Sarah walked alongside him, absentmindedly collecting things with her gloved hands and staring at the light-colored sand with a small frown. "Something on your mind? You wanna talk about it?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Okay-"

"You know what pisses me off?" Sarah started up, her frown shifting into an annoyed scowl. (Y/N) let a small chuckle slip and he hummed, nodding for her to continue into her rant. Holding her trash bag in one hand, she slipped off her blue gloves and shook her head as they began approaching the other teens. "You know how John B got fired for stealing, right? He's blaming me for it! I caught him that day with the tanks and I promised to keep it a secret. It's not my fault someone else saw him! And he didn't even bother hearing me out. He was so rude! My dad was so generous to him and he has the audacity to steal from us? So ungrateful." 

"You never told me you saw him that day." (Y/N) pointed out softly, squinting at her through the sun's rays. The rumor about the scuba gear being taken and later returned had been voiced to him by Topper during one of his temper tantrum-induced rants. (Y/N) frowned at the idea Sarah had kept it a secret from him despite their previous honesty with each other.

"Must've slipped my mind." Sarah shrugged, raising her hand to wave at the others. 

"Ya'll look thirsty!" Kelce called with a mischievous grin and approached them with a jug in hand, wiggling his brows at them. Sarah reached for it and opened the cap, lifting it to her face and cringing at the smell. Topper snickered at her reaction and exchanged an amused look with Kelce. 

"What did you do to this?" She laughed and raised it toward (Y/N) so he could get a whiff of the nose-crinkling juice. It smelled as if Kelce had poured every alcohol he could get his hands on into the jug and mixed it with actual juice in an attempt to level it out when it was most likely vodka and crystal light. Muttering softly under his breath, (Y/N) pressed his lips to it and his girlfriend tilted the jug, pouring some of the liquid into his mouth. (Y/N) stepped back and swallowed, feeling it lightly burn his throat. Coughing softly, he shook his head at the cackling boys and watched as Sarah gave it a go. Wheezie came up behind her, tearing the jug from her hands and drinking until Sarah pulled it away with a disapproving shake of her head. 

"Since when did you start drinking?" 

"Since today!" Wheezie responded, a shiver going down her spine at the taste. 

"You guys got it under control?" An older man called out, walking along the sandy hills and toward them. Kelce quickly took the jug back and hid it back in his cooler as the teens rapidly dispersed and Topper stammered out some responses to keep the man's attention away from the cooler. The man nodded approvingly and gave them a thumbs up. "Keep it up! We'll be finishing soon!" 

"Got it!" (Y/N) called back, waiting for the man to turn his back to them before he looked at a giggling Sarah. She looped her arm around his and slipped her gloves back on. 

They continued collecting trash, as well as 'hydrating' until everyone was called into a big circle where they placed their bags in the pile and set their grabbers on the sand. Sarah and (Y/N) joined the circle, standing side by side and attempting not to sway as the alcohol began settling in completely. The event coordinator stepped inside the circle and smiled at them. 

"Just a moment, friends, to acknowledge our blessings." He called out, extending his arms sideways, signaling everyone to hold hands with the people next to them and to bow their heads. Feeling Sarah take his hand, (Y/N) gave it a gentle squeeze and glanced at her as she swayed forward slightly. "To the big Kahuna-" Sarah snorted softly, unable to stop herself from giggling softly. "-Thank you for letting us come out here and restore Masonborough to its virgin flory. Amen." At his words, (Y/N) snickered quietly and pulled Sarah to his chest to muffle her growing laughter. She stumbled slightly and slung her arms around his waist.

"Come on, let's get you home, buttercup. Your sister doesn't look like she's doing too well." (Y/N) told her, brushing hair out of her face and looking up at Wheezie as she cringed and pressed a hand to her stomach. Sarah turned toward her and pulled back, sighing deeply and taking his hand again. The two approached the younger girl and Sarah wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward (Y/N)'s jeep where they clamored inside. 

"Let me know if you need me to pull over, Wheeze." (Y/N) said, looking in the rearview mirror at the girls. Wheezie nuzzled further into Sarah's side and grunted softly in response. 

"I told you," Sarah whispered softly, running her fingers through her sister's wavy hair. "One sip was enough."

"I know," Wheezie whined, squeezing her eyes shut. 

"You'll be okay." (Y/N) assured her, driving off the beach and onto the road. He kept an eye on them through the mirror, slowing down whenever it seemed like Wheezie needed to throw up. But they luckily arrived at Cameron's mansion without any other delays. Wheezie practically flew out of the jeep and raced inside to the nearest bathroom. 

"Okay, uhm, I'll see you at the party, babe!" Sarah rushed out, hopping out of the car and running inside after her sister. (Y/N) chuckled softly and pulled out of the driveway, heading down the road to his house. 

The party at the Thornton house appeared like any other typical pool party; teens dancing, lots of smoking, and even more drinking. Sarah excitedly led him inside and through the house, happily greeting their friends and taking the beer offered to her. Stepping out onto the backyard where the pool was, they tilted their heads up toward the roof where Topper stood. Drinking the last of his beer and crushing the can, he released a war cry before running forward and leaping off the roof. Sarah shrieked in surprise and covered her mouth, watching their friend land in the pool with a big splash. He resurfaced and hollered, throwing a fist into the air and soaking in the cheers. 

"(Y/N)! Give it a try!" Topper grinned widely and pointed at the teen, slowly nodding when (Y/N) shook his head in response. "Come on, bro! What do we think?" Topper turned to the many inebriated classmates in and around the pool. They began chanting his name and encouraging him to get on the roof like Topper had.

Sarah stared up at the roof for a moment before digging her teeth into her bottom lip and looking at her boyfriend with twinkling eyes. "Come!" She giggled, pulling him along and laughing along to the cheers and hollers. Despite (Y/N) protests, Sarah guided him up the stairs and found the room Topper had climbed out of. Climbing out of the window and carefully walking toward the ledge, her excited giggles turned nervous. 

"Starting to regret it now, huh?" (Y/N) teased lightly, hands gently pressing against her back as he stood beside her. They'd definitely land in the deep end of the pool but the height made his stomach twist and turn. Sarah took in a deep breath, feeling a cool breeze tousling her hair. Her hand found his again and she looked at him, inhaling again and raising her brows in question. (Y/N) pursed his lips and took another look at the pool below before hesitantly nodding. 

With the crowd edged on, they began counting down to three and the couple took a breath in together before jumping from the roof, adrenaline rushing through their veins as they plummeted into the cold pool water. (Y/N) resurfaced to loud cheering and laughter, hearing Topper cheer for them the loudest. Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips against his cheek. Topper's smile slowly fell and his jaw clenched, turning away from the couple and climbing out of the pool. 

"Top! Where are you going?" Sarah called with furrowed brows, confusion only growing when Topper disappeared into the crowd. "What's his deal?" She muttered and shook her head, dropping her head back down into the crook of (Y/N)'s head. 

"I'll talk to him." (Y/N) sighed, resting his cheek against her soaked hair. "It's about time he and I talked about things."

[shapeshiftinterest]

Wan Wan Watch Out!: bowser x luigi

based on that part in 101 dalmations where pongo and perdita meet

luigi and bowser get tangled up at the dog park

bowuigi halloween event

prompt mix:

teeth

chains

story under the read more

Wan Wan Watch Out! (also on ao3)

So... this was happening.

All Luigi wanted to do today was hang out with Polterpup at the dog park. Play fetch, drink hot coffee, enjoy the crisp, cool air and changing leaves. That sort of thing.

Unfortunately for the green plumber, after a few rounds of fetch he'd thrown Polterpup's squeaky key toy too far.

And accidentally hit someone.

Bowser, specifically.

He'd tried to apologize, really! But when you hit the king of koopas in the face with a dog toy and your dog steals the keys to his castle and runs away with them it's kind of hard.

The ground shook as the Chain Chomp bounded after Polterpup, dragging Bowser behind them.

"WAN WAN! WAN WAN!"

"DOWN GIRL, HEEL!"

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Luigi wailed, 2 tons of live wrecking ball speeding past him.

"WAN WAN!"

The two pet owners grunted, Bowser crashing into Luigi. The Chain Chomp's moment, along with the abrupt stop from the collision, resulted in her getting yanked back and swung around like a flail around the two.

So here they were, a king and a plumber chest to chest, tied up with a dizzy Chain Chomp. Meanwhile, Polterpup was trying to invite the KO'd pet to play again, licking their face and wagging their butt in the air.

"Bad doggie!" Luigi said, not that Polterpup was listening.

"Bad doggie?? This' all you're fault, Greenie!" Bowser fumed, trying to force his way out of the chains. Luigi 'eeped' as their binds got tighter the more the king struggled. If the other would just stop for a minute, maybe he could use the wiggle room to free them both.

Bowser continued to huff and puff, throwing jabs at the other and talking over him when Luigi would try to share his plan.

"And another thing- Yeowch!"

If his hands weren't pinned to his sides Bowser would've rubbed the small bite mark on his muzzle, but for now he could only glare down at the younger brother of his nemesis. Cheeky brat.

He growled, about to give the shorter man a piece of his mind, but was immediately shushed. How dare-!

"A-are you sure the cafe's around here, Plonk?"

"Of course I'm sure! The map says so right here!"

"(That map's upside down...)"

"What? Why didn't you tell me that sooner, Guy!?"

Bowser froze, he knew those voices.

"H-hey, isn't that Lord Bowser's Chain Chomp?"

"(What's she doing all alone?)"

"Yip! Yip!"

"Woah! What's a ghost dog doing here?"

"(I think that's the tall plumber's dog.)"

"Y'mean the guy Lord Bowser's been ob-

No no no no no, he couldn't have his Elite Trio see him like this! And why the heck were they just discussing his private biz out in the open for! Urgh, he'll have Kamek talk to them later.

Panicking as their footsteps came closer, Bowser rolled himself and Luigi into some nearby bushes. Horns almost touching the ground, he was basically kneeling over the other.

"I can-a help, you know." Luigi whispered, seeing an opening.

"Huh?"

"Trust-a, Luigi!" He said, a determined look on his face.

"..."

Bowser snorted, so the Green Bean had some moxxie, interesting.

"Bleh, fine. The sooner we're free, the better."

With a wiggle and a shimmy and what Bowser thinks might have been a dislocated shoulder (what the heck?!), Luigi somehow gets enough room to scooch his way out from under their confines.

As quickly and quietly as he could, the plumber helped slide the chains off of his larger companion so they wouldn't alert his minions.

The two waited for the Trio to leave but, to Bowser's impatience, it seemed his minions had abandoned their plans to play with their dogs. On the flip side, he was glad to see his Chain Chomp was fine after waking up.

Wait a minuted. Bowser squinted through the bush; what were they-

It was at that moment Bowser and Luigi realized they'd forgotten to step away from the chains coiled at their feet as the Chain Chomp sped after a stick thrown by Sergeant Guy.

"Yip!"

"WAN WAN!"

Aw crud, not again.

BONUS

hard time figuring out the ending but here's a summary for what i wanted if i had the energy to write it out:

bowser and luigi get tied up again and surprise the trio when they burst out of the bushes at the end of the chain chomp

the trio scatters and bowser's yelling for the chomp to stop/ for someone to give him a break already

maybe luigi does a special sharp whistle (one of his hands is free this time) and stops the chomp, which impresses bowser and his crew

with the trio's help they get untied again and luigi returns bowser's key

luigi leaves to find polterpup's squeaky toy

maybe the trio helps or suggests that bowser help

maybe something where they apologize to each other (mostly bowser blaming luigi and luigi saying sorry for his dog stealing his house key)

the trio gets the wrong idea: eg: bowser and luigi were on a date? eg: they were getting freaky in the dog park eg: bowser failed to kidnap luigi etc.

they end up gossiping and now the entire koopa kingdom and maybe a few other places are talking about how bowser has a thing for luigi

it's completely made up from the misunderstanding (but not completely untrue in general, it was just a coincidence this time)

[ask-experiment-1006-theprototype]

Oh no, dad it's a plush now... [Holding up the laugh] it's so cute... Oh my lights...

He stares at her for a moment, his gaze unblinking before he looked downwards before promptly and suddenly plopped down to sit down, letting out a squeaky-toy-like noise in the process.

He then just stared off towards the ground.

(2/14)

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 天国と地獄 ~サイコな2人～/ Tengoku to Jigoku: Psychona Futari / Heaven and Hell: Soul Exchange.

Heaven and Hell: Soul Exchange is a 2021 Japanese drama about a headstrong cop, the shady CEO she suspects of being a serial killer, and what happens when they magically switch bodies.

With a premise like that, there are basically two tonal choices: You can make it a wacky comedy, or you can get real fucked-up and dark about it. This 10-episode series somehow manages the secret third thing of splitting the difference, so it's got a lot of deliciously fucked-up stuff in the setup, but it never quite has the courage of its convictions to go all the way. What that gets you is the kind of frustrating that you can't stop thinking about afterward, both for what it did and what it didn't have the guts to do.

So! If you're interested in a story that's compelling and occasionally very funny, with just enough unrealized potential that your brain keeps batting it around like a kitten with a squeaky toy at 4AM, I have five reasons that you might want to give this one a shot.

1. Half-Trans: Full Trans Consequences

We're gonna hit this one right off the bat: This is a story where a girl and boy trade bodies, so you know it's got the genders.

Mochizuki Ayako is the only female cop in her department. She's headstrong, kind of obnoxious, a slob, and not particularly feminine -- so of course the dude cops hate her. In the process of investigating a serial murder, she comes across Hidaka Haruto, who's got that kind of smug sinister aura of a smart man who's clearly hiding some shit, though all his underlings love him. When they unexpectedly bodyswap with no idea how to switch back, they're forced to keep one another's lies going so they don't both wind up in jail, except she's still trying to catch him and he's still trying to get away with it.

They work a very good contrast with the difference in their respective attachments to their genders. Despite her hardass demeanor and her lack of super-femme presentation, Mochizuki is without question a woman. She's deeply uncomfortable in a male body, and when someone calls her a man, her instinct is to deny it. Having to deal with a borrowed penis nearly gives her a meltdown.

Hidaka, on the other hand, is a fruity little guy whose first response to finding himself inside a woman's body is to get all girly and take it for a test drive. It's less that he's transfeminine and more that he just really doesn't seem all that attached to any gender. He's got boobs now, and boobs are what he's going to make work for him. Regardless of his sexuality -- and the show does leave that one a big row of question marks -- his gender is gay.

There's also some fairly solid bodyswap acting! ...kinda. Both actors have unfortunately different interpretations of Mochizuki's character. If you're being charitable, it's true she's freaking out and having some kind of gender dysphoria the entire time she's in boy mode, which could explain why she's much softer and girlier when she's being played by the male actor, Takahashi Issei. If you're more inclined to nitpick, well, you're not wrong that the performances don't line up. That said, the actors both do a great job of switching characters, so it's pretty clear when they're being different people (even if it's not necessarily the same different person).

Now, you should by no means assume this show is some conscious exploration of genderqueer existence in contemporary Japan. It is, however, way more thoughtful than I expected it to be. It leaves some very interesting silences, especially around what exactly Hidaka's taste in partners is and why Mochizuki's own body kinda gives her a lesbian awakening when someone else is in there. If you're the type who likes a trans-flavored imagination adventure, this is a spectacular starting point. You're going to have a blast.

2. The Mochizuki Support Squad

Nobody from Hidaka's side realizes what's going on with the swap; sure, the boss is acting weird, but they buy his explanations for it. Mochizuki, however, has exactly two people in the world who care so much about her that they figure out what's happened: her junior cop partner, Yamaki Hideo, and her roommate, Watanabe Riku.

You have to love a character where their closest friends are like, either you've started suddenly acting polite and nice, or you've mystically swapped bodies with another person, and honestly, the bodyswap is the more likely explanation.

This is one of those places where the show takes the goofier and more lighthearted tack. Leaving it so the only people who knew about the swap were Mochizuki and Hidaka themselves would be incredibly isolating and paranoia-inducing, especially for Mochizuki. Giving her (eventually) two buddies who know what's going on both gives her a cushion of support for her ordeal and creates a number of comic moments where these guys are looking at a stranger and seeing their friend -- and vice versa.

They're both kind of daffy sweethearts, too, which adds even more comic relief to the show. Yamaki is an easily flustered, mildly hysterical nerd who just wants his mean bestie back so she can go back to telling him what to do. Riku is a blue-collar himbo who would technically be a hobosexual except for how he both really does pull his weight around the house and (probably) isn't getting laid. They're willing to put themselves on the line and do what they can to make sure their friend is okay, no matter what body she's in.

I actually like how the show has more than couple male-female dynamics where the people involved are just friends -- or, if things change so they're not, it's strongly implied that they could have gone on being just friends and that would have been fine or even better for both parties involved. Romance is not the endgame of every mixed-genital relationship! Sometimes people who love one another dearly are friends without further obligation! You can care for people a lot without wanting to fuck them! And that's great.

Besides, I know it won't shock you to learn that the real horny part of the show plays out as...

3. An interesting game of cat and mouse

Mochizuki's got an interesting problem: She's a cop inside the body of a murderer, and as long as she's stuck here, there's a murderer inside the body of a cop out on the loose. She could, as Hidaka, confess to the murders and in a way that puts him physically in jail, but she doesn't know how to swap their bodies back. She's got to keep Hidaka appeased, or he, in her official capacity, might arrest her and just keep her body forever while she goes down for the crime. She could find a way to take them both down, but that would ruin her life too and is an absolute last resort. She could just let him go and cover up the crimes, but her sense of justice won't allow it.

While Hidaka ... well, Hidaka's got a lot going on. I'm not even going to get into Hidaka's whole deal, because it's related to some late-series spoilers. The simple version is that he's got to be pretending to catch himself while actually trying to destroy evidence about the murders, all while having to dig into gendered expectations to play a version of Mochizuki capable of ingratiating herself with her asshole coworkers instead of alienating them.

And yeah, it's pretty darn horny.

It's one of those delicious enemies-to-allies-to-grudging-friends setups where you've got two people at cross purposes who have to play nice with one another (while still being very mean to one another), and in that process they find things about the other person that are actually worth liking. Because this is a literal life-and-death situation, emotions are running high! Wanting to kill someone and wanting to save them are not mutually exclusive states.

The show makes a great decision not to have Mochizuki and Hidaka hook up, or even to acknowledge that their bond has any erotic component beyond whatever's inherent in borrowing someone else's genitals. This means that their dynamic is very intimate and physical without being textually sexual, which actually winds up making it way more sexual than it would have been otherwise. It's like horror, where what you don't see is almost always scarier than what you do -- with sexual tension, especially across ostensibly heterosexual pairs, subversion and longing are almost always much sexier than having things brought to completion onscreen. I mean, seriously, think of the number of things you've seen where there's pining, and pining, and more pining, and you ship it hard, and then they finally get together and it's a giant disappointment. Better to be left hungry for more of this almost-t4t goodness.

There's also an incredible amount of lapel-grabbing and kabedon-delivering here, so if you're in to that, itadakimasu!

4. A Cop Are Bastard

There are a number of antagonists in this story -- I mean, not shocking, considering both the premise and the way the serial murder case at the heart of the story gets weirdly complicated. The most prominent and persistent of those antagonists, though, is not a serial murderer, but one of the cops.

The character's name is Kawahara Mitsuo, but Mochizuki and Yamaki call him "Seku-Hara," as those are the first two syllables of each word in "sexual harassment." It's fitting. He's sleazy, arrogant, and an entire bag of dicks who talks like a gangster and is willing to do a lot of backhanded dirty-cop shit to get his way.

All this lands him firmly in the Love To Hate category. If you enjoy throwing popcorn at onscreen villains, pop some extra for Kawahara, because that fucker deserves it.

Maybe the most interesting thing about him is how often he's actually right. When he's not being an asshole who's doing bad cop work, he actually does good cop work, and he comes to some pretty astute conclusions about what exactly is going on with the case. Despite Mochizuki and Hidaka's joint interference, he figures out a lot of what's the two of them are up to, even without ever picking up on the bodyswap angle. So he's not just a slimy buffoon -- he's actually a formidable opponent.

Also, did I mention he's hot in a gross way? I dunno, maybe it helps that I've seen Kitamura Kazuki be hot in a not-gross way in other things, like Nekozamurai, where he plays a handsome and noble samurai sworn to protect a very cute kitty. Here, though, he's not noble at all -- he's a thug of a cop with a cocky swagger and a deep voice, and I am not above admitting that I see the appeal.

Like, fuck, I'm not usually into eyebrows, and I'm into his eyebrows. Those are some good eyebrows.

5. argh it's almost so good (but still pretty good!)

I'm about to be slightly spoilery from this point forward, not about specific plot points, but about general narrative moves. If you'd prefer to remain unspoiled for such things, stop reading right now and go to either Viki or Netflix to watch the whole show. You're welcome.

Still here? Great. See, where this show really lacks the courage of its convictions is with Hidaka's character. He starts off the series really evil! He does some very bad things! He's clearly quite sinister. Then about halfway through, the show starts to backpedal real hard and introduces another factor into the murder cases that makes him a much less outright bad guy than he seems at first blush.

...And that sucks! Because as the show first portrays him, he's deliciously kind of a fucker. He's not only confident and threatening, he's happy to take Mochizuki's body and do whatever he wants with it, regardless of her feelings. He reads as a straight-up two-faced psychopath who just wants to keep on ridding the world of bad people by straight-up grotesquely murdering them. But the show doesn't have the guts to either take him down in a blaze of glory or create a redemption arc for a guy who's got a taste for some pretty gnarly body horror, so it's got to find a way to convince you not to believe your lying eyes.

However! I do not consider this a dealbreaker, because I find what the show does wind up doing actually pretty interesting. Just because it's not the ending to the story I, personally, would have told doesn't mean it's not a story worth telling. It's maybe a little artificially convoluted, but you've already suspended your disbelief for the bodyswap thing, right? So just roll with the rest of it.

At the risk of belaboring the duality metaphor, I really do feel like this is a show constantly being pulled in two different directions at once. It seems like half the show loves to roll around in the blood and perversion of vigilante serial murder, while the other half wishes it'd picked a more innocuous crime, like art theft or securities fraud. Half of it wants Hidaka to be a right cold bastard who deals Mochizuki a lot of serious damage, and the other half wants to keep him always on the side of the line where he never does anything unredeemable. Half of it wants this to be a sexy queer exploration of gendered expectations through suddenly different bodies, and the other half wants to play a straight PG-13 bodyswap comedy. Half of it wants to be Hannibal, and the other half wants to be Freaky Friday.

And where it all lands is ... well, in the middle.

Obviously my general disappointment with the show's eventual final form has not left me heartbroken. To the contrary, I've had a lot of fun thinking about it afterward, both pondering what was actually on the screen and having imagination adventures about how I would have done it differently. That, to me, is fun. I enjoy this. Like the Maxx said, the shows in my mind are almost always better.

I might have been a little more put off by the lack of my ideal resolution if the show had required more of a commitment from me, but no, it gets things done in ten one-hour episodes, which makes it a great small-medium bite. You can knock this one out pretty quickly, and then have all the time in the world left for thinking about how things could have been different if the show had not taken the Goldilocks approach to its queer serial murder bodyswap setup. The Hump of Compelling Mediocrity strikes again!

Up for a watch?

As I mentioned earlier, both Viki and Netflix have this one!

No joke, I hope people read this, get enticed by the horny potential of it, watch the show, go a little feral for what fits into those silences I mentioned, and write some dang sexy fanfic for me to enjoy. There's only one piece of anything on AO3 about it! One! One is not a sufficient number of things! Especially not with this promising of a setup. Come on, fellow perverts. We can do better.

Aw, look, they're so cute when they get to be themselves.

[shae-mermaid]

You Are A Queen, Part 2

Part 1! | Part 3!!! | Part 4!!!! | Part 5!!!!! | Part 6 (FINALE)!!!!!!

A/N: Thank you SO MUCH to anyone who licked/commented/otherwise interacted with this! It makes me so relieved and happy to know that others are enjoying my ramblings @u@ I can't thank you all enough!

Now, let's get closer to the good part, shall we? c;

PART 2:

Lucifer had in fact been in his room on the day that you arrived, he was just so engrossed with his rubber ducky hyperfixation that he didn’t even hear the high pitched “Hi there!” you gave to Keekee. Or the floorboards creaking as you and your new Landlords (and hopefully, future friends) walk back down the stairs. He was working on a replica of a little duck he had made for Charlie when she was still a baby. A giant one! Or, at least, it was big enough so that baby Charlie could sit on it. She used to try and rock around on it, so Lucifer had the idea of turning it into a little rocking horse….duck…thing. He decided to make a miniature replica of the childhood toy, with an even tinier Charlie duck on its back!

He let out a frustrated sigh. “What was I thinking?! This sucks!” he shouted at himself, throwing the squeaky replica onto one of the many giant piles of previous ducky projects he’s done over his long, long existence. “Charlie already has SOO many of these!” He gestures at the closest pile of ducks to his desk. “I need to think of something different…”

Lucifer kept pondering for a while, until he finally gave up, thinking he would just step back from brainstorming for a little while, so he could start refreshed and anew in the morning. Look at him, figuring out healthy ways to deal with his frustrations!...Well, he had a looong way to go, but it’s a start!

He decided he would grab something to snack on from the hotel kitchen, and see what Charlie and her friends were doing in the lobby. Yeah! Hanging with friends! Two healthy coping mechanisms in the span of FIVE minutes! He’s on a roll! 

He’ll take any bit of pride that he can get. Well, obviously he was already like that, but especially now, with how these past 7 years have been…

He immediately portalled himself into the kitchen, grabbed a croissant out of the fridge, and started to walk through the doors that lead into the lobby. However, something stopped him pretty abruptly. 

It was Charlie. She was standing really close, when she suddenly went in for a hug. “Oh, dad! I thought you were out working. Sorry I kinda bumped into ya there!” she said, while stepping a little farther back. She was always mindful of peoples’ personal bubbles. Lucifer was always so proud of her.

“Oh! It’s ok, sweetie! I was just grabbing a little snack, is all.” He looked nonchalantly around the lobby, taking an absent-minded bite of his croissant. Suddenly, he notices something completely different, sitting with the usual suspects at the bar. No, someone. 

That someone, who was a refreshing palette of light blue in a sea of red. His eyes widened a little, just to get a better focus on the new presence. “Who’s your new friend, Char?” he asked, trying not to make a stupid face as he took a bite of his snack.

Charlie immediately started doing little jumps in place, as always, being so excited that she could barely contain herself. “Oh! Dad! I was just about to text you about…,” she stalled for dramatic effect. Finally, stretching her arms out like demonic Vanna White, “...Our newest guest! Dad, this is Y/n!” 

She paused once again, to give you a chance to turn around in your chair and meet the man Charlie was talking to. You tried to control your slightly shocked expression, quickly turning at a slight angle in your chair, to attempt to hide the slight blush you were feeling tingling on your cheek. THIS is her DAD?! you thought, Seeing the man in a dashing white and red suit and matching top hat, with a snake motif acting in place of a halo. You shouldn’t have been so surprised that the king of Hell would dress so formally.

…No, you weren’t surprised about that. You were surprised that he looked that good.

After that awkward pause, you shrug your shoulders in a shy way, giving a hesitant wave and a sweet, barely-squeaked-out “Hi,” to the man as you stood up to offer a hand to shake.

Charlie finally chimed in. “...She’s shy, but she’s really nice, I can tell. Even Keekee likes her!” 

Lucifer finally tried pathetically to hide his snack behind his back, awkwardly giving his other hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Charlie and all the regular hotel patrons gave a slight cringe at the two’s interaction. Husk rolled his eyes, mumbling “I’m too old to deal with this shit,” as he turned around to pour another shot of whiskey for Angel.

“...We just got back from showing her her room, and we thought we’d hang out with her for a bit. Get to know her a little better!” said Charlie. 

So Lucifer, and Charlie, sit in the comfortable armchairs Lucifer conjured up just in front of the bar, while you sat back down in your bar stool. 

Husk offers you a shot of whiskey, sliding it down the counter towards you. “Here. It’ll help you relax,” he said. 

You don’t normally drink, especially not strong drinks, but you thought fuck it, and chugged the whole thing down, to everyone’s shock and amusement. 

Angel chimed in with “Didn’t take you for a drinker, toots.”

“I’m usually not,” you respond. “But this is a special occasion, I guess. First day in Hell, first day at the hotel. Might as well let loose a little,” you say with a cute giggle. Angel cheers you on, giving you a high-five as you all start your evening of bonding. 

You pretty quickly start to feel the effects of that shot, quickly starting to feel comfortable enough to tell mostly the same story you gave Charlie and Vaggie earlier. Mostly. You told them about your parents being musicians. Just not the whole -you participated- part. That is something you usually keep on the down-low, for obvious reasons. 

The rest of your night went splendidly well. Everyone telling little tidbits about themselves, saying you should hang out again sometime, to which you hesitantly yet excitedly agreed. 

Lucifer listened intently, while trying to seem like he’s distracted by his phone. He was always so bad about hiding his reactions. He was a little suspicious, admittedly. You seemed a little too nice to be down here. But he also couldn’t help but be captivated by you. Despite your shy body language, you still lit up the room, somehow. You reminded him of those goddess statues he’d seen humans make, so many millennia ago. 

You were…beautiful.

Hours of talking and laughing went by in a flash, when finally everyone decided to turn in for the night. Charlie, Lucifer, and you, were the only ones left.

Charlie let out a yawn, “Well, I think I’m gonna turn in too. Y/n, you remember where your room is, right?” you nodded. “Ok, just making sure. Night Y/n; Night dad!” she said, while turning down the lobby lights, and scurrying up the stairs, seemingly a never-ending ball of energy.

“Night, Candy Apple!” Lucifer said absentmindedly while Charlie let out an embarrassed sigh, which made you giggle a bit. Lucifer blushed a little, forgetting he was with new company. 

“Is she always going at, like, a million miles a minute?” you ask, trying to break the awkward silence. 

“Yeah. She’s been like that all her life. Well, except in her goth-y teenage phase,” he admitted, with a chuckle.

You laugh wholeheartedly at that, finding it difficult to imagine someone normally so bubbly, trying to act more like a Husk, than a kid that ate too much candy. “That’s hard to imagine!”

“Oh, I got the receipts!” Lucifer laughed along, pulling out his phone to show you the portrait of teenage Charlie hanging up at Pride Manor. 

You take a couple steps closer, throwing your head backwards from laughter. “That’s adorable!” 

“Hehe-yeah” He pauses, giving a soft, reflecting smile at the picture. “That’s my Char-char.” More thoughtful silence ensued. 

“I can tell,” you said out of the blue.

“Tell what?” Lucifer replied.

“That you’re a good dad.”

Lucifer let his smile turn into a small frown, sighing to help him relax as he looked to the floor. “Well, I’m trying to be, anyway…”

You decided to try and be bold for once, and sat in the armchair beside Lucifer, gingerly putting your hand on his shoulder. Without even saying anything, you could tell Lucifer had a complicated past that he’d rather not talk about. You completely empathized with that. “What matters is that you love her, and you’re trying. That’s more than a lot of parents can say, believe me,” you said, with a soft and thoughtful smile, slowly attempting to look him in the eye.

Lucifer caught a glimpse of said smile, and quickly tried to turn his head more aggressively away, to hide the warm blush spreading on his face. 

Now, he thought, he knew how you shined.

 It’s in your eyes. They shine like jewels.

He tried to break the silence by giving an obviously fake cough, and standing up as straight as a pole. “Welp! I should probably go to bed too. Big day tomorrow, being King and all!” he says while snapping his fingers, making a portal taking him back to his suite. He turns and frantically starts walking to the portal, almost like those nutcracker soldiers from the aforementioned ballet. He catches himself, though, right as he steps one leg through the portal. 

He looks back at you, reminding himself to be a gentleman, and says “Oh, and Y/n?”

You look up at him, shocked that he didn’t just up and leave you high and dry after your bold remarks. “Yes?” you ask softly.

Lucifer turns towards you, and gives you a dramatic, low bow, then looking at you with a soft, appreciative smile. “Thank you. Goodnight,” he says as he turns back around in one smooth motion, with the portal slowly shrinking into nothingness.

You sit there, eyes wide, and feeling that warm blush spreading over your entire face now. Did I just do that?? I can’t believe I did that, you thought, taking deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm yourself a little. You start up the stairs to your room, thoughts going just as fast, if not faster, than Charlie on a sugar-high. You really hope you didn’t already mess things up with the king (your new friend?) But at the same time, you were proud of yourself. You were never that bold in your time on Earth. 

You will surely have sweet dreams tonight. If you can get to sleep, anyway.

You think you’re gonna like it here.

A/N: Well well well, looks like we're more bold in Hell than we EVER were on Earth!

What did you all think? Please leave your thoughts, positive or negative, in the comments! I'd love to hear what you think!

~Shae <3