#I’ll get funky again soon I’m just sleepy

[smlbirdds]

what’s she sayin??

[spindlebeforesunset]

Pranksters and the Pranked

(because it is April Fools at my place already)

Ace Trappola - prankster

• got their other two roommates to participate in pranking Deuce

• set the room clock 3 hours later than usual

• while the two roommates were "busy preparing for the school day" at 2 am, Ace flicks open the lights and starts turning them on and off and shouts "OI DEUCE WAKE UP, WE'RE LATE"

• he finally yeets a pillow at Deuce's face to wake him up

Deuce Spade - pranked

• a very confused Deuce wakes up, sees that the three of them are already dressed, looks at the clock, and panic dresses himself

• "wheresmyhomeworkwheresmyhomework-"

• only when he runs out in the rose garden does he finally see that, it's still nighttime, no he isn't late, and yes, his sleep was ruined

• trudges back to the dorm room where he finds them all cracking up

• he chucks a pillow at Ace before promptly flopping back on his bed

• with his shoes on (n a s t y)

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Cater Diamond - prankster

• has a plastic cockroach toy in his pocket as he is to serve Riddle tea again on this fine day

• Riddle is having a nice time admiring the roses and often sticks his teacup out for Cater to fill

• while Riddle is inspecting a rose, Cater pours the tea and slips the plastic cockroach inside the teacup as well

• he doesn't change his expression when he hands back the teacup

Riddle Rosehearts - pranked

• Riddle sips the warm tea and feels something solid touching his lips

• he looks down

• immediately drops the teacup starts screaming there's a fucking cockroach in the teacup

• he realizes that Cater is doubled over laughing so he takes the opportunity to whoop Cater's head before storming off

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Trey Clover - pranked

• he's bored and decides to make cookies

• he double checks the chocolate chips bag to ensure that they were not replaced with chocolate covered raisins like what Che'nya did last year

• no raisins, so he shrugs his shoulders that Che'nya had really ran out of ideas after many years

• takes out the ingredients necessary for the cookies and starts to mix the ingredients

• the process is going fine until he cracks an egg

• there's no liquid yolk pouring out

• he looks at the insides and finds that the egg has been fully hardboiled

• "... I should've known better," he sighs

• somewhere in the kitchen, an invisible RSA student laughs

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Ruggie Bucchi - prankster

• gives Leona a package that appears to be from Cheka as there is a letter written in crayon and with childish handwriting

• stands near Leona's bed when he opens it

Leona Kingscholar - pranked

• he doesn't expect anything except maybe a small zebra toy

• but when he shakes the package and heard nothing he immediately thinks it is sus AF

• he glares at Ruggie, but even Ruggie doesn't appear to know anything

• he tears the wrapper, opens the box, and reads the words written ddirectly at the bottom: when will I get paid :(

• "Nice try Ruggie, I'll think about it."

• before he crashes back to his pillow, he sees Ruggie face droop along with his ears

Jack Howl - the only safe one

• by some miracle, the only student in school who did not fall into a prank

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Floyd Leech - prankster

• beware Floyd and his pranks, because he will prank just about anybody

• he started with Azul, sneaking in Azul's bedroom (with the latter still asleep) and replacing Azul's glasses with glasses with lens he colored in black marker

• next, while Jade is in the bathroom, he replaces Jade's usual school tie with one that shifts colour and pattern every hour or so (now, it currently looks like the regular school tie)

• set up buckets full of water in the first year classrooms (Epel was dowsed in one, Sebek too, the last being Grim)

• handed Divus a blank assignment (written in invisible ink), but before Divus can even scold him, he passes the paper near a fire where the answers finally appear where Divus takes it with a huff

Azul Ashengrotto - pranked

• he wakes up and puts on his glasses by the bedside table

• how come he can't see

• it takes his sort of sleepy self two minutes to put two and two together

• instantly groans, knowing that Floyd definitely has his real glasses

Jade Leech - pranked

• he puts on his tie as he normally would and walks out the room

• when Ruggie asks him why his tie looked so funky in the middle of the day, he takes it off and finds that it has a silly banana pattern

• facepalms

• h a r d

• that he walked around with who-knows-a-probably-weirder-pattern around the school

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Kalim Al-Asim - prankster & pranked

• harmlessly pranked by Jamil when he believed the milk was coconut juice (was kinda disappointed though)

• has slapped whoopee cushions everywhere underneath all the seats in Scarabia just for the heck of it to the chagrin of practically everyone

• asks Silver what's up with his blazer because what even is that

Jamil Viper - prankster

• he started with Kalim and the cocount juice

• knew full well that the seats were full of whoopee cushions and avoids sitting on all of them

• managed to trick Grim that he had tuna cans and when he gave Grim one, he excused himself that he had somewhere to go

• he watches hidden behind a pillar as Grim opens the tuna can and finds nothing but sand inside

• has to kick himself to stop his laughter from seeing Grim's disappointed face

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Rook Hunt - prankster

• he was going to prank both Vil and Epel, but after hearing how the latter was dowsed in water for first period, decides to just prank Vil

• slaps cake icing inside an empty and expensive lotion bottle and wraps it with a ribbon

• he runs to Vil in the dormitory after classes and says it was left near his doorstep so tue sender must've mixed the rooms up

• unfortunately, Vil's door is closed on him

Vil Schoenheit - pranked

• after deciding not to scold Epel with the water fiasco, he takes the lotion bottle from Rook and takes it to his room, not seeing the "and I oop" face

• he squirts out a small amount of lotion on his palm and finds that it smells... weirdly fruity

• suspicious now, he rubs it with his palms and (despite all what he knew about beauty products) licks a tiny bit of it to confirm what it was

• blueberry icing

• "... well, it could have been worse."

• ends up tripping where he uses his hands to break the fall and realizes what a big mistake he's made with his sticky palms

• internally groans

Epel Felmier - pranked (can we get an F)

• as soon as he feels his clothes get wet and the bucket land on his head, he knew he was fucked for the whole day and goes through classes with a sheepish expression

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Idia Shroud - pranked

• he decides to go outside and get something from the vending machine for once

• takes one step out and slides on a rug by his doorstep that was never there before

• "This is a warning, so maybe I'll just stay inside as always."

• gets back to his room where Ortho asks if he was just pranked as today was April Fools

• "...yep, I'm staying here the whole day."

• "Brother, no."

• unfortunately, they don't know who set up that rug

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Lilia Vanrouge - prankster

• the only person who can and will prank Malleus Draconia

• he hides a small and cheap speaker at full blast (connected to his phone) inside Malleus' closet the day prior

• plays the end part of In the Hall of the Mountain King in a loop at exactly 3 am and everyone hears it in the halls

• tricks Sebek to believe that his crappily made cake would give whoever ate it additional strength, claiming the recipe was well-known back in his day

• swaps the black coffee powder with powdered chocolate milk just because

• swaps Silver's blazer with a seemingly normal one, but the back reads: If lost, return to Malleus

Malleus Draconia - pranked

• that music is straight up panic inducing and hurries to find it

• ends up finding it half an hour and yeets it out the window because he can't turn it off

• he's annoyed but goes back to sleep

• is huffy that he can't have coffee

• promptly confused why Silver is brought to him near lunch break until he sees what's at Silver's blazer at the back

• "Did he just..."

Sebek Zigvolt - pranked

• additional strength from the cake you say? THE BETTER TO SERVE WAKA-SAMA

• does not see the already facepalming Silver preparing the morning coffee

• takes a mouthful of it and starts chewing it before realizing something was not right

• "Sebek, I didn't think you would actually eat it. I made it bad on purpose."

• now that's a way to add insult to injury

• if he thought his morning was not already humiliating enough, he gets dowsed in water by Floyd's bucket

• him the whole day be like (;*△*;)

Silver

• poor Silver already knew full well of Lilia's antics, yet he still has no way out of it

• he puts on his blazer, not expecting anything wrong

• the powdered milk instead of coffee did annoy him though

• however, when Kalim shoves him to Malleus near lunch, he's shook

• until Kalim tells him to take off his blazer to show the both of them what was embroidered at the back

• "You mean I went out like this?"

• "It appears so," says Malleus

• "Oof," from Kalim

[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Slow Dance - John Legend

Song lyrics: **" let's go play the song we used to play. Can we reignite the flame, cause things just ain't the same."

You come home late from work because of a meeting you had with your colleagues. You had texted Chris telling him you would come home late. He left you a plate of food for dinner in the fridge, but you didn't really feel like eating. You quietly walk past the living room and see Chris laying on the couch watching TV with Dodger.

"Hi, (y/n). How was the meeting?"

You don't answer and continue walking down the hallway to your office.

"(Y/n)?" Chris calls from the living room. You close the door to your office and sit at your desk with your head in your hands. You hear the door slowly open and Chris pokes his head inside. "Hey, you okay? Why are you sitting in the dark"

Chris turns on the light and you take a deep breath and lean back in your office chair. You don't answer Chris nor look at him. Chris walks up to you and notices your eyes are puffy and red from crying.

"(Y/n)? Why are you crying? What's wro-" He places a hand on your shoulder, but you shrug it away. He freezes his hand.

"Don't touch me", you say in a low voice.

Chris puts his hand down, "Sorry."

Chris takes a seat on the small couch that's in your office. You're both silent for awhile until Chris clears his throat. "Can we at least talk about what's bugging you?"

You stay quiet.

Chris leans forward on the couch with his arms resting on his knees as he laces his fingers together waiting for you to answer him.

"(Y/n)?"

You turn in your office chair to face Chris. You sniffle, "Chris, can you please get out?"

"Baby, can we please tal-"

"Goddamn it, Chris! No I don't wanna fucking talk about it!! Can you please get out?!"

Chris is shocked. He has never seen you this pissed off. You wipe your face as you turn back to your desk. Chris gets up and walks out of the room and slowly closes the door behind him. You bite your lip to try to hold in your tears, but you fail and start balling. It took you awhile to stop crying until your sleepiness took over. You set your alarm clock on your phone. You slept on the couch in your office that night.

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The next morning you wake up to the sound of your office door opening. You pretend to still be asleep and open one eye and squint to see a blurry image of Chris walking up to the window and placing a flower in the coffee cup that's on the window seal. He turns to you and you quickly close your eyes. You hear the door close behind him and you open your eyes. You stare at the ceiling for a moment then your alarm goes off. You groan and cover your face with the small throw blanket you have. "Fuuuuuuck." You finally get up and walk to the window where the coffee cup is. You pick up the flower and twirl it between your fingers. You walk over to your bookcase and grab your journal and place the flower between the pages before heading to the bedroom to change clothes.

You freshen up and put on a new pair of clothes for work and head to the kitchen. Chris is wearing his work out clothes and is about to start making breakfast.

He has his back turned to you as he's turning on the stove, "Good morning, do you want breakfast?"

"No," You walk past him to the cupboard to get your travel mug.

Chris sighs and turns around to face you, "(y/n), we don't have to talk about last night, but can I at least make you breakfast?"

You stay quiet as you pour yourself some coffee.

"Hey?"

You turn around and walk past Chris again, "I'm not hungry." You grab your bag from your office and head out the door for work.

Work was tiring, but somehow you kept it together and didn't break down. During your lunch break you ate a light lunch and took a nap on your couch in your office. Your couch in your home office wasn't as comfortable as you thought. You had a sore neck and you didn't get as much sleep as you would have liked. Tonight you would sleep in your bed. You canceled your open office hours for the rest of the day and headed home.

When you got home Dodger greeted you as soon as you walked in.

"Hi Dodger," you patted him as you walked straight to your office. You sat at your desk for a while before you did some work. You hear a light knock on the door and Chris walks in with a plate of food. He doesn't say anything, he just puts the plate down next to you and walks out. You look at the plate and it's your favorite dish from him. Your eyes get watery as you finish up your work before eating dinner.

After dinner you walk out of your office and see Chris in the living room watching TV. He looks up at you and gives you a small smile. You quickly look down and head to the kitchen. You put the dishes away and head to the bedroom to take a shower. When you get out of the shower you see Chris sleeping in bed. You stay quiet as you get your stuff ready for the next morning. You get into bed and try to fall asleep, but you can't. All you keep thinking about is you being a total asshole bitch for yelling at Chris when all he wanted to do was comfort you. He look on his face keeps replaying in your head.

You're both facing away from each other when you're laying on the bed. Even though you're laying next to each other it feels like you're a thousand miles away.

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The next morning Chris wakes up before you. You feel him lightly touch your shoulder and kiss your cheek before he gets out of bed. It's still dark out so he's probably going out for an early run. You turn and grab your blanket to cover your face to go back to sleep. An hour later your alarm goes off. You get dressed for work and head to the kitchen. You smell pancakes and bacon as you head down the hallway. You look for Chris, but there's no sign of him. There's a plate of food on the counter with a note:

"Went out for a run with Dodger. Enjoy your breakfast. I love you - Chris."

Your eyes tear up as you read the note. You let out a deep breath and sit at the kitchen counter to eat your breakfast. After you're done you clean up and head to work.

While at work you get a text from Chris:

"Glad you enjoyed your breakfast. Have a good day at work. I love you."

You have a moment by yourself in the restroom as you let tears run down your face. You were tired of not telling Chris what was bothering you. Tonight you decided to stop the silent treatment and finally talk to Chris when you get home.

Unfortunately, you had another meeting and got home late. Chris was asleep and you didn't want to wake him up to talk. Luckily you didn't have work tomorrow so that'll be when you could talk to Chris.

You head to your office to put your stuff away. When you walk in you see another flower in the coffee cup on the window seal. You walk over and take the flower to put it in your journal. You don't feel sleepy because you go over what you want to say to Chris over and over in your head. The more you think about it the more your chest feels heavy.

You walk out of your office and head to the kitchen to get some hot cocoa to drink so help you relax and hopefully go to sleep. You sit at the kitchen counter and Dodger walks up to you and places his head on your lap.

You smile and pat him on the head, "hi handsome."

He looks up and gives you a sad look.

You sigh, "oh come on, stop it. I'll start crying if you keep looking at me like that. I'll talk to him tomorrow. I promise."

Dodger lifts up his head and walks back to the living room. You sit at the counter to finish your cocoa before going to sleep.

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The sunlight from the window wakes you up and you turn to face Chris' side of the bed. You reach out and his side is empty. You sit up and turn to the bathroom, but you don't hear the shower on.

You walk to the living room and no sign of Chris. You look in the kitchen and nothing. You look in the backyard and nothing. You see his car outside so he must have gone for another run. You go to your office and reply to some work emails.

You hear your office door open slowly and Chris walks in breathing hard and sweaty from his run. You keep looking at your computer as he walks behind you to place a flower in the coffee cup. When he turns back to walk out he stops in the middle of the room, puts his down and takes a deep breath.

"Alright, I'm done with this silent treatment shit. We haven't talked for a couple of days and it's bothering me. I'm sorry for whatev-"

You turn in your chair to face him.

"Stop!"

He looks to you and tears are running down your face.

"Chris, it's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I'm the one to blame. I'm the one who pushed you away when all you wanted to do was comfort me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Chr-."

Chris wraps you up in his arms and kisses you. More tears fall down your face and you start sobbing.

He rubs your back, "shh, shh, stop. Stop crying please." He cups your face in his hands and wipes your tears with his thumbs before kissing you again. You relax against his chest and let out a deep breath.

You look up at him, "I'm so sorry, Chris."

His eyes are starting to get watery, "Stop apologizing. I love you."

Your voice is still shaky, "I promise I'll never push you away again. I love you, Chris."

He kisses your cheek and just holds you as you stop crying. A few minutes has passed and Chris is still kneeling in front of you. You start to laugh.

Chris pulls away with his hand rubbing your thigh, "As much as I missed seeing and hearing you smile and laugh, what's so funny?"

You look down and back up at him, "You're all sweaty and smelly from your run. And now my pajamas smell like you."

Chris laughs, "Wow, sorry. Taking a shower right after I got home wasn't on the top of my list."

"No?" You laugh.

Chris smiles and shakes his head, "No." He leans in to kiss you.

"What's on the top of your list?"

Chris looks you in the eyes and back to your lips. He whispers, "you," he pulls you in and kisses you. "I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you, Chris." You start laughing again, "but you really need to take a shower. You're funky, dude."

Chris laughs and rests his head on your lap, "Oh my God, woman. Okay fine." He lifts his head to look at you, "care to join?"

You bite your lips and nod your head. Chris takes your hand and leads you to your bathroom for a shower.

After the shower you and Chris cook breakfast together.

You're both wrapped up in each others arms on the couch.

You place your hand on his chest and look up at Chris, "I'm sorry for not talking to you sooner."

Chris lets out a deep breath, "Hey, I said stop apologizing. You were having a bad day."

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have yelled at you the way that I did."

"That's true, that was a little harsh, but I know you needed your space. I didn't want to bug you again so I left you alone. I wanted you to be ready to talk… But after a couple of days I got scared that I did something wrong. That's why I finally spoke up."

"No, you did nothing wrong, Chris. This was all me. You're perfect, I'm the one that's a mess."

Chris squeezes your shoulder and kisses your forehead, "you're not a mess."

You let out a small laugh, "Yes I am. I have the perfect boyfriend in my life and yet I pushed him away when he tried to comfort me. Why do you put up with me?"

Chris caresses the side of your face with his hand, "because I love you. That's why." He kisses the single tear that's rolling down your cheek.

He cradles you in his arms as you let out the last few tears.

"Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you, Chris."

"I'll never give up on you."

[ma-lemons]

home (march 29- modern au)

@itallartandgames had an idea: Oscar being the cook of the two and that he combs his fingers through Ruby’s hair when she falls asleep. This idea was given to me a while ago, but I decided it would be nice for the first day. they also gave me the idea for “Freckles” as a nickname. it’s cute.

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“I’m baaaaaaaack!” her voice echoed in the house.

Oscar’s heart raced when he heard the cheery voice of his beloved through the walls. She was finally back.

He slipped his feet into his fuzzy slippers and left the kitchen to see if she needed help with her bags.

Halfway to the living room, Ruby attacked him in a hug.

“Guh,” Oscar sputtered, stumbling a little. His fiancée’s arms were flung around his torso, squeezing him as hard as she could. In the midst of her bear hug, Oscar got a whiff of the maple-scent that was always present at Ruby’s father’s house.

“I missed you,” she murmured, leaning into his hair. Once Oscar recovered from his shock, he hugged her back. “Missed you too, Rubes.”

Oscar’s long-ish locks tickled her chin and she giggled as they seperated. Oscar took note of her luggage.

“You want me to take that for you? I was going to start dinner, but I got so caught up watching something that time slipped past me,” he apologized.

“Don’t worry, Oscar,” Ruby yawned, kicking her boots off. “I can wait. I kinda want to watch that cop show anyway.” She twisted herself back to him and grasped his wrist lightly. “I missed you,” she repeated, brushing a kiss onto his cheek.

“I missed you more,” he murmured back. He missed her soft touch, her warm hands, the warmest part of her. Ruby shooed him away, and he retreated into the kitchen, which left her alone to her luggage.

She had visited her sister and her father. Yang was visiting home with her wife Blake, and their young daughter Ianthe. Ruby’s heart always swelled holding her chubby niece’s hand. Yang and Blake were good moms, as Ruby had predicted they would be.

She pulled her two bags down the hall, to the room she shared with Oscar. Placing them against the wall, she thought of children. Her dad had jokingly asked her when she and Oscar would have kids, and Ruby had laughed it off. They hadn’t talked about it yet, so she would cross that bridge when they got there. For now, she and Oscar were content with just being around Ianthe and Nora and Ren’s kids.

Stretching comfortably before the mirror, she shucked off her sweater, leaving her in a camisole. She tied it around her waist and left the room. As much as she loved her dad’s place, she was beyond relieved to be back home with Oscar. She had missed him and his reassuring words. She faced the beige-ish walls of their room. This was home. The one they had created together.

In the end, she had chosen Oscar. She questioned herself, who she liked, who she didn’t like, whether she liked anyone at all—and eventually decided it was time for her to make up her mind. And even though it took her ages to see it, Oscar had been waiting for her from the very beginning.

Smiling to herself, she left their room and headed to the living room. Flopping on the couch, she flipped through channels until she found the cop show Yang had gotten her hooked on.

As the bright colors flashed across the screen and the funky music played, Ruby began to get whiffs of whatever her fiancé was making her. It was bound to be delicious. He was an amazing cook—the better of the two—and Ruby would eat anything he made anyway.

She nestled herself into the couch and yawned. The trip back was exhausting, but she didn’t want to fall asleep before actually getting to spend time with Oscar.

Spices hit her nose and her mouth practically watered.

“Whatever you’re making smells good, Freckles,” Ruby called over the blaring noises of the television. She had a knowing smile growing on her face.

“Please stop calling me Freckles, love. And thank you,” he replied.

Ruby’s proud expression quickly changed. She blushed, squeezing the pillow in her arms. She’d never admit it, but Oscar calling her love was one of her favorite things in the world. It made her feel so... special. Her heart went pitter-patter but she tried her hardest to focus on the screen, where the cop was making a bad pun.

Oscar sprinkled pepper across the salmon filets. Ruby actually wasn’t a big fan of fish, as she didn’t eat it a lot as a kid, but she liked salmon. Especially with Oscar’s Spanish rice. He decided to keep it simple this time.

He heard his love’s padded footsteps enter the living room and smiled to himself when she turned on the police comedy. Most of the jokes went over his head, but he thought it was a good show overall. Ruby was more of a comedy person, Oscar loved dramas. One genre they could agree on, however, was rom-coms. All they needed was a box of tissues and blankets, and their night would be complete.

“Whatever you’re making smells good, Freckles,” she called to him.

Oscar knew better. There’s no way Ruby wouldn’t recognize the distinct smell of one of her favorite meals. But that nickname. It always got to him. He wasn’t a fan, admittedly, but he grew more tolerant over the years, finally putting up with the goddamn name Ruby had called him, even before they started to date.

“Please stop calling me Freckles, love. And thank you,” he sighed, flipping the salmon over.

At least she was home. The place they shared together was quiet without her. He’d have to spend hours staring at peeling wallpaper or their pictures in the hallway.

He sighed dreamily. Plating the salmon, he whispered a thank you to the skies for Ruby, the girl he had liked for so long, being at his side.

Oscar dropped two forks onto the seperate plates and shuffled over to the next room over.

“Dinner’s ready,” he smiled warmly, placing the plates on the coffee table. “You want water? Or iced tea?”

“Water, please. Oscar—this looks so good, thank you,” Ruby murmured, her wide eyes fixed on the plates.

He soon returned with two glasses of ice water and he slumped down into the couch next to her.

“Thank you for the food.”

“Anything for you, love,” he smiled back at her.

Gah! Stop, heart! Control yourself! Ruby willed herself not to blush or say something stupid.

“What episode is this?” he asked, nodding towards the TV.

“The vacation special.”

“Ah.”

The two ate their food quietly, save for the moments where Ruby would laugh or they’d idly chatter.

“This was soooo good,” Ruby murmured, scooting closed to him. Oscar grinned, ruffling her hair. Ruby’s skin brushed up against his, sending shivers down his spine.

“I missed your cooking. I love Dad’s, but I think you’re taking his place,” she whispered, looking up to meet his eyes.

“I don’t think Tai would be very happy to hear those words, love,” he rumbled in amusement.

“Nah, he’d get over it,” she smiled back. A sleepy look settled over her face, and a yawn escaped her lips.

“You must be very tired,” he noted.

“No, no... I’m fine. Actually let me take care of these dishes.” Ruby left Oscar’s side and grabbed the plates. He suddenly missed her warmth and wanted it back.

“Rubes, come sit down, I’ll get to them later,” he insisted.

“You cooked, so I’ll clean.” She didn’t hesitate to grab the plates before Oscar could, and hurried into the kitchen.

“Thank you!” he called from the sofa.

“Of course!”

She returned a few moments later, just as Oscar was getting comfy.

“I don’t remember this part,” Oscar notes as she sat down. It was the scene where the workaholic female cop had a hard time relaxing on her vacation.

“Oh, yeah, this is a two-part special. This first part’s tonight and the next one’s tomorrow. We only ever watched the second part together,” Ruby replied, her eyes glued to the TV.

Oscar made a noise in understanding.

His fiancée settled in next to him. She yawned again, little tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Come here, you,” Oscar said softly, gently taking her head into his lap. She stretched out the rest of her body, then curled herself up.

“Mhm, thank you,” she whispered to him. She loved when he did this.

The show was almost over, but Oscar wasn’t paying any attention to it. He reached his hand for Ruby’s hair, and ran his hands through it. Tentatively, at first. When she didn’t protest, he took that as permission to keep going. Gently, running through the ends. Black strands with the red highlights at the end. A unique look, but Ruby was all sorts of unique.

“This feels really nice...”

Her voice was getting smaller, and Oscar knew that she’d be asleep any moment from now.

“Go to sleep, love.”

“I’m actually... not as tired as you think. In fact,” she stopped, flipping her body so that she was laying on her back, and her face was parallel to his, “Let me tell you about my day.”

“Alright,” he resigned.

“Well, Ianthe says she misses you. She made me promise to drag you along with me next time I visit,” Ruby laughed. It wasn’t like her usual, overdramatic and hysterical laughter that he had gotten so used to. It was richer, quieter.

Oscar would remember to bring Ianthe something. His niece was fond of plants and always wanted to learn about a new one every time they met.

“I’ll bring her something next time. We’ll go together,” he replied.

“Yeah, she’d like that. Everyone else says hi too. And... Yang dragged me and Blake out to see bridesmaids dresses.” She added the last sentence hurriedly.

“Oh?”

Ruby twiddled her fingers, and sucked in a large breath before letting it go.

“Yeah... I told her that even though we’re engaged, we weren’t really looking at anything yet.” Her eyes wandered to meet his, and he blinked twice.

Oscar thought for a moment. “Maybe we should. I mean, we have a date already.”

“Yeah... two years from now,” Ruby snickered. “You proposed to me knowing fully well that we wouldn’t get to have a ceremony for a long time.”

“Well... I couldn’t wait. I wanted to be with you,” he teased.

“Ah, stop!” Ruby cried, slapping her hands onto her face. It was growing hot. She was definitely blushing. Maybe he couldn’t see it in the dark?

“You’re blushing, love.”

“Shut up!”

“Anyway... we can start doing real planning right now. I don’t mind, but I already live with you, it’s like being married,” he shrugged.

Ruby’s heart went from its small, rhythmic beats, to intense pounding.

“Yeah. It is,” she swallowed.

“Well, either way, I’m glad you enjoyed your trip. I’m even happier you’re home, though.”

Home.

“I am too.”

Soon after that, they both fell silent. Oscar hadn’t stopped finger-combing her hair, even for a moment. It felt so relaxing and so... nice...

Soon enough, Ruby had fallen asleep, her soft snores like a baby’s. It was weird. She was usually a really loud snorer. Her cop show had ended and now a firefighter drama had started in its place.

Ruby, although she wasn’t heavy, was starting to weigh on him a little. But she was adorable, so he chose to stay quiet and enjoy it. Besides, she must’ve been really exhausted.

A yawn of his own, mellow, left his mouth.

Staring back at Ruby’s face, he could see how her flushed cheeks were fading, and how her mouth was still slightly open. Her head began to tilt to the side.

Oscar leaned down and pressed his lips to her warm forehead. In a bit, he’d probably carry her to bed, if he didn’t fall asleep himself before then.

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[secretradiobrooklyn]

Radio Decameron |1.16.21 & 1.23.21

Secret Radio | 1.16.21 & 1.23.21 | Hear it here.

1. Sylvain Sylvain - “I’m So Sorry”

I never feel right saying “RIP” or “rest in peace” about an actual human being who is no longer with us. But I will say: I hope Sylvain Sylvain died content with the music he made and the life he lived. 

2. The Honeydrippers - “Impeach the President”

And ideally, then we would never have to hear from or talk about that accursed criminal ever again. We recorded this section before the inauguration — may we never forget how ALL 50 STATE CAPITOLS plus the US Capitol itself were being guarded against attacks by American citizens on that day — and shit was tense there for many days. As of this writing, things are… unviolent. It feels like a lull to me, honestly, rather than, say, all that stuff being in the rearview. It is not. 

But meanwhile, check that beat out!  

I love how Roy Charles is trying to convince them to stop demanding, but they just keep insisting. This song is brilliant, and the playing is — c’mon now — unimpeachable.

3. Niagara - “Tchiki boum”

We heard this song in the film “Perdrix,” known as “The Bare Necessity” in the version we saw via SLIFF. They’re dancing in a club to this, and it’s just a really distractingly good song for the scene.

- C.K. Mann - “Mber Papa”

We just recently learned about Essiebons by learning that he passed just this August. He was a producer of legendary status to a lot of people. Listening around his music we came upon C.K. Mann and this righteous track, which Essiebons produced. I think this is a pretty ultra track, really. Every instrument really kicks it out. I hope Essiebons died happy.

4. Rocky Horror Picture Show - “Hot Patootie / Bless My Soul”

New president, feeling kinda upbeat and hopeful. Really just starting to feel the tips of my soul from where it’s been getting singed. It’s going to take a long time to scab over what happened to us all over the last four years. I’m so fucking glad he’s gone that it makes me really love that rock n roll!

5. Moon Unit & Frank Zappa - “Valley Girl”

Tell you what: we watched the movie “Zappa” recently as part of a film festival, and I highly recommend watching it at your earliest opportunity. It is absolutely for people who do, and for people who do not, love his music. He shows up as a really interesting character throughout his whole life. The film skips through his songs with amazing speed, which actually works really well in his case. This song is with his daughter Moon Unit, who actually slid a handwritten note under his door introducing herself by name and saying that she wanted to collaborate on a project. They did this, and while Zappa was in Europe, Moon Unit brought the acetates to KROC and the song became an instant hit for them. Meanwhile he was writing for multiple orchestras.

6. Jacques Dutronc - “Sur Une Nappe de Restaurant” 

This is totally not how I tune my drums, but I love how Dutronc’s drums sound in every song. I mean, the whole band of course, but there is a physical space both in the drum part as written and in the recorded texture of the whole that is just deep and wide.

7. Nyame Bekyere - “Medley: Broken Heart / Aunty Yaa / Omo Yaba (Nzema)”

This is another discovery via Essebiens, who released it on Essiebons Enterprises. It’s such an intense track! The cover artwork is by K. Frimpong, who plays a crazy Cuban guitar style on his own albums. 

8. Ros Serey Sothea - “Tngai Neas Kyom Yam Sra (Today I Drink Wine)”

This is a voice, and a cast of characters, I can’t stop thinking about. This is from “Cambodian Rocks Vol 1,” which is full of great recordings. Her voice could shatter glass, and it’s so skillfully wielded — I’d love to hear her in a face-off with Frankie Valli.

- There’s a moment from Paige’s phone archives of a little George and Isabelle aching to ride rides at the Millstadt homecoming.

9. Les Poppys - “Isabelle je t’aime” 

These young boys singing collectively about their — collective? 17 individual? — love(s) for Isabelle is even more innocent in video format:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o618mlIaR7E

- more C.K. Mann - “Mber Papa”

10. The Jam - “In the City”

This song makes me miss the city so much! It sounds like everything we really can’t get up to right now. I feel like this song helps me feel like I’m walking fast under streetlights.

11. Bruno Leys - “Maintenant je suis un voyou”

This 7” from Born Bad is so incredible! Bruno Leys worked on just a few songs with a band that included a guy named Emmanuel Pairault who plays parts on an instrument called the ondes Martenot, a super early, very eclectic and ungainly electronic instrument. The fact that he could actually compose music of any kind on it was considered remarkable. The fact that he was able to write such incredibly expressive parts to thoroughly filigree the choruses is what amazes me. 

This band recorded four songs, then Bruno Leys left for his military service, and when he came back it was all completely over — the catalog was sold, everyone was scattered. Four songs. 

12. Sleepy Kitty - “Nothing = You”

I’m pretty sure this song was essentially our response to our own growing fascination with French pop. To me it sounds more French than American in texture. We played this song with the Incurables once at The Pageant in STL and it was especially glorious. I think of that moment — Kevin Bachmann harmonizing flawlessly with Paige, four different guitars ringing through the chords — every time I hear this track.

13. Plastic Bertrand - “Pogo Pogo”

I don’t know why or when “Ça Plane Pour Moi” became the one French pop song that Americans are likely to know, but it’s a total banger so I have no complaints. It turns out that pretty much all of his songs sound very similar — one-note melodies in the verse, cool vocalese hooks in the chorus, and super-driving guitar parts throughout. Turns out that’s a formula we totally dig!

14. Os K-rrascos & Vanessinha Do Picatchu - “Bochecha Ardendo”

For whatever reason, a variety of Brazilian music seemed to be the very hottest stuff to be found in Chicago’s art-school party nights, and I remember losing my mind to some heavy Brazilian rhythms that just kept folding over and over on themselves while staying so impossibly funky that the whole night just turned into a deep-green-and-dark orange smear of a late-night winter warehouse dancing and sweating and then way, way later, walking home steaming along a cold sidewalk on a tree-lined street.

- Eric Dolphy - “Hat and Beard”

15. Von Südenfed - “The Rhinohead” 

I feel like no one in my zone talks enough about how awesome Von Südenfed is. I mean, we only know this one album, but it’s so fascinating — a band where Mark E. Smith is contributing but not in control, and on purpose. He shows off his pop chops and gets to be a whole different character in this one place, while the Mouse on Mars guys get to play new characters themselves. It feels like it’s related to “Extricate” in how it’s constructed, but the music doesn’t sound like something any version of the Fall has made. 

16. Fischer-Spooner - “The 15th”

A friend of Wire is a friend of ours.

p.s. Paige here, they went to SAIC (before I arrived) but they were super famous to all of us in the dorms. 

17. T.P. Orchestre - “Pourquoi Pas?”

The depths of this band just continue to amaze us. We’re waiting on some T.P.O.C. vinyl right now, featuring mostly songs we’ve never heard, and the everlovin’ post office is misdelivering it BACK to France even as I write this. It’s driving us totally nuts.

18. Nina Simone - “Mississippi Goddam”

The hardness of her voice, the hardness of her experience, the hardness of her words.

19. Fanny - “Blind Alley”

I don’t know who first put this in front of my eyes, but it was a few years ago. The video is so basic — they’re performing in front of a video-psych effect — but the performers themselves are just so absorbing. And the production is so heavy, it feels legendary. 

20. Manmadha Leela soundtrack - “Kushalamena”

I think we first saw a colorful glimpse of this song before we heard it. Paige automatically starts dancing a little dance as soon as “Kushalamena” comes on. 

This I think came from the “Now Playing” group I’m in on FB: a guy was holding out a picture of the cover of this album and said he’d bought 40 more like it and he LOVED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. He just wanted to see if anyone knew anything more about them. I did my best to hear the album he was showing. I think this is it. I think he’s right to be super jazzed about it, we just want to hang out with him and listen to all those records.

21. Francis Bebey - “Je vous aime zaime zaime”

Paige was working on her pronunciation and when to use the ellision — the z sound for the s letter, depending on what comes next — and he said something about, “Unless you’re Francis Bebey and you’re singing ‘Je vous aime zaime zaime.” And she said, “Francis Bebey? I know Francis Bebey!” and he said, “No, you’re thinking of another Francis.” But we all know the truth. This was our introduction to the song though.

- Jack Teagarden - “I Guess I’ll Have to Change My Plan”

Paige was looking for the Fred Astaire & Jack Buchanan version from “The Bandwagon,” but found this great instrumental trombone-forward version instead.

22. Pono AM - "Good Vibes"

This is one of those things you see every once in a great while when you’re playing clubs in a music scene — a band hits a natural home run. They just have an undeniably appealing crowdpleaser of a song that they wrote, and everyone flips out when they hear it. We salute Pono AM for writing this perfect song. They enrich the STL music world. My only advice to them was to never get tired of it or take it for granted. 

Paige: We took their band photos at our space on Cherokee Street, for an RFT article. I was impressed because they arrived with matching shirts that still had the tags on them, and it was really exciting to see a new band on the scene who was really good and also putting in the effort to be graphically interesting. We believe that stuff counts. All of their shows, if you got there early, you’d see all of the band members blowing up as many balloons as they could, so there would be balloons bouncing around their set for the whole show, and it made it even better.

23. Sir Victor Uwaifo And His Titibitis - "Iranm Iran"

Analog Africa has a new album! It’s called “Edo International,” and it shows off a whole other side of Beninese music that isn’t T.P. Orchestre. I think of T.P. Orchestre as just a giant force in Beninese music, but then this comp comes out showing so many other roots of Benin City’s highlife-funk scene. Victor Uwaifo was a Nigerian guitarist who returned to his hometown in Benin City and built Joromi Studio. The sound he put together at that place, via his own bands and others’, came to be called Edo Funk.

24. Laughing Man - "Brilliant Colors"

This is a tape of one of the artists of one of the group houses that we always would stay at in DC. Benjamin Schurr runs a tape label and it was always such a treat getting the new batch of Blight. releases for the van soundsystem when we’d roll through town, or one of his bands would tour through St. Louis. They were always interesting stuff and a wide range of sounds and styles. 

We first met Brandon Moses when he was on tour with Paperhaus in St. Louis. I think it was his birthday, too. He didn’t tour a ton with them. Laughing Man was our first time hearing him front songs. We always enjoyed staying with Erik and Benjamin and Brandon and enjoyed sharing that green power juice that Brandon gave us — really powered us up for the next drive. 

- Bembeya Jazz - “Petit Sokou”

I have felt love for this song for awhile, but Josh Weinstein recently sent a video of the band actually performing this song and WOW, it is hypnotizing. The outfits, the instruments, and the expressiveness of the guitar playing are all so vivid in black and white: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpZVF_kKUJ4

25. Maxime le Forestier - “San Francisco”

Our thanks to Paige’s French instructor for showing us this song. Paige’s version is well worth hearing too, I must say: https://www.instagram.com/p/CKhJfqDDe2q/

p.s. Paige again, if you want to see the dragon birthday card that Evan made, here it is!

[peacenik0]

Mulder and Scully do the Body Swap

For @Aweburnphoenix as part of the 2019 Easter Fanfic exchange

A/N: The original prompt was for Mulder to watch Queequeg while Scully goes to visit her family in San Diego for Easter, but this is not that.

Summary: After investigating an unusual occurrence at a research facility in Ft. Marlene, Mulder and Scully wake to find that they have somehow swapped bodies. Whatever will they do?

Tagging @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm

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Part One

Ft. Marlene

Frederick, Maryland

April 20th,1999

Scully and I pull over on a dark country road outside of Ft. Marlene. The crisp country air is sweetened with the smell of pink and white cherry blossoms just beginning to bloom.

“Don’t you ever miss seeing all of these stars, Scully?” I ask. Above me, the vast expanse of sky holds a million pinpricks of light. It's astounding. The moon is in waxing gibbous; a fingernail.

“Yes, actually I do.” Scully exhales looking up at the sky. Her tone is wistful, longing. I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, even in the blackness of a rural night. “The light pollution in D.C. obscures our view of a lot of natural phenomenon.”

“This place is just teeming with natural phenomena.” I get a whiff of animal fertilizer, as we walk up winding Shookstown Road. “Smell that? It's cow shit, Scully.”

“Speaking of which,” Scully asks raising an eyebrow, and I smirk at her. “What are we doing out here again?”

“Investigating a strange occurrence,” I say absently, pulling out my flashlight to look at my map. “I think the research lab should be at the back quadrant of the base.”

“Mulder,” Scully huffs, and shuffles her feet impatiently. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.”

“Well, don’t you want to know what happened to Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein?” I ask, surprised at her lack of curiosity.

“The two scientists who claim to have swapped bodies unwittingly last Wednesday?” She asks, reaching into her jacket pocket for a flashlight. “Not particularly, I fail to see where a crime has been committed.”

Why did Scully decide to come out here with me on a Saturday night, if she didn’t really want to investigate The question bobbles around in my mind, threatening to shake loose an avalanche of unspoken thoughts and feelings. I can’t help but remember the gentle kiss when she brought me home from the hospital after rescuing me from the Bermuda Triangle. It was a ‘don’t you dare do that to me again’ kind of kiss. And I was grateful for it, but I wasn’t expecting any more.

Until last Friday.

Scully and I were in the midst of a long argument over the existence of werewolves. An argument that made both of us exceedingly hungry. Soon her table was teeming with Thai take-out, which of course had to be followed by some red wine. We both fell hard into her couch in a South Asian food coma. Which thankfully led to some decidedly ‘more than partnerly’ snuggling. Did I say ‘more than partnerly’? You bet I did.

“You should stay, you’re in no shape to drive,” she said in a soft tone as she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. “I’ll stay on the couch, you can have the bed,” she said, standing over me. Maybe it was the red wine, but something in me decided to take a chance that night.

“C’mere,” I said before pulling her under the covers. I couldn’t help but notice the warmth in her smile. The hope. Maybe even a little hesitation.”I think we can share.” The first time she kissed me, I figured it was an accident… or something. Just the close proximity and all. But the second time though… and then the third…

“Mulder!” Scully calls me, wrenching me out of my lovesick daydream. I blink, trying to remember what we were talking about. Oh yeah, the case.

“Right, a crime. Well, there hasn’t been any crime, per se…I just wanting an excuse to put on something black and sexy to do some funky poaching.” My attempt to elicit even a hint of amusement out of Scully fails, so I try a little harder. “Speaking of which, did anyone ever tell you that you look really good dressed in black, Scully?” My question is met with an an eye roll that I’m pretty sure could be seen from space.

“You dragged me out here on a Saturday to trespass on Federal property so you could do some ‘funky poaching’?” she asks. I spot the research lab where the body swapping incident allegedly began.

“Sounds like crap when you say it.” I admit. She tsks. “Look, Scully, I do have my doubts as to the validity of the research scientists’ claims. Which is exactly why I wanted to check this out in the first place.” I hold my flashlight over my face and playfully bat my eyelashes at her. “Aren’t you even the least bit curious?” I use my sweetest tone, the one I usually save for times like these when I really, really want her around.

“Fine...“ she drifts off, blowing out a puff of air. “But if we get in trouble for this, you better be the one to explain all of this to Kersh.”  Her finger jabs into my chest in order to make her point. For some reason it makes my heart flutter a little. The truth is, this whole case is largely an excuse to spend time with Scully on a Saturday night. I won’t say the word date. A night trespassing on Federal property is no one’s idea of a date.

“Come on, I’ll give you a boost over the fence.” I say facing her and squatting down, with my hands linked together. She raises an eyebrow. “Not that you need it.”

“Fine.” She grasps the fence, and places her tiny black chunky heel in my hands. Her breasts brush against my face as I hoist her over the chain-link fence. We both pretend not to notice.

“But, seriously, I thought you would be interested in the theoretical possibility that we as a species could somehow trade our consciousness with another human being.” I say as I locate an unmanned door on the side of the building. Without a second thought, she stands guard while I jimmy the lock.

“Mulder,” her hands go to her hips. “Not only is it physically impossible, it goes against everything we know about physics. Even theoretical physicists dismiss the idea as science fiction.”

“Perhaps,” I pause as the bolt turns, and the door creaks open. “But both men have reported walking up in each other’s homes, in each other’s bodies, sleeping next to each other’s wives…”

The beams of our flashlights cross into an ‘x’ ahead of us,Illuminating our path. Each step we take echoes off the nineteen fifties bomb shelter walls.

“Sounds like a really elaborate excuse for wife swapping,” she says dryly. My jaw drops.

“Scully,” my tongue clicks in disbelief. “Did you just say the words ‘wife swapping.’” I can see her lick her lips even in the dark.

“Yes I did.” We stop in front of a heavy metal door at the end of the long hallway. I can hear the loud buzz of machinery even from where I stand. “Think about it. Two scientists working closely together, both married for over twenty years. I mean I can see where the idea might be appealing… living someone else’s life.”

“Scully, is this your way of telling me you’re getting tired of working with me?” I question her with a smirk. Underneath the joke is a hard kernel of truth: what if Scully really is getting tired of all of this? What if this is the last time I can convince her to abandon her weekend plans to come investigate with me?

“Don’t I tell you that every day?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. There is an amusement in her eyes, which helps to soothe my worried mind.

“Oooh, ouch.” I cover my heart with my hands, feigning injury. Opening the door, we both step inside. My ears ring as I am hit with a wall of robotic sounds. The room is filled with a multitude of machinery mounted on large metal racks. I scan the room, and finally I see it.

“Mulder, what is it?” Scully must notice something in my expression, and pulls her trusty weapon from its holster. My hand goes back to touch her arm.

“I think we may have just found our smoking gun.”  I say, entranced by a large machine with blinking lights in the corner of the room. My curiosity gets the best of me; I am pulled into its orbit like a tractor beam.

“Mulder…” she starts following after me. Her voice is soft over the din of the lab, and my own laser focus on what’s in front of me. “I wouldn’t touch…”  

“Oh, shit!” My foot catches on a large cable on the floor. I can almost picture the scene as if I were outside of my own body. There I am, flailing my arms as I careen into the machine. Then dragging my hand down a wall of buttons as I try desperately to regain my balance. A sonic pulse fills the room, and we both fall to the floor covering our ears.

Once the sound dissipates, Scully speaks up. “Mulder, what did you do?”

“I don’t know,” I blink my eyes, and rub my temples. “But don’t you think  we should get the hell out of here as fast as humanly possible?” I grab her hand and we run out of he building, making it into my car just before I hear sirens blaring in the distance. Slamming on the gas, we peel out of the parking lot like two convicted felons making a Bonnie and Clyde style escape.

“Mul-der…” she shakes her head, and I feel like a kid caught with my hand in a cookie jar.

“Hopefully I didn’t just set off a nuclear attack somewhere.” My attempt at diffusing the situation with humor goes over like a lead balloon. Her face falls into her hands as we take the ramp onto route two seventy.

“Why did you have to do the thing with the thing?” Scully whines. For the first time all night, I genuinely feel bad for dragging her out to Ft. Marlene.

“Look, Scully I’m sorry…”

“I should’ve stayed home.” She sighs and looks out the window. “I knew I was going to regret this.”

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As the light comes through the Venetian blinds, my eyes blink open. There is the pleasant smell of freshly washed sheets, clean cotton. When I roll over onto my side, I notice my body seems lighter. I see Scully’s alarm clock, and her nightstand, thick with a year’s worth of medical journals. A sleepy smile spreads its way onto my face. I must’ve stayed over at Scully’s place again. I rack my brain, trying to remember the events of last night, but sadly nothing is coming to mind. So that is my first clue that nothing happened between us, because I am sure I would remember that. When I reach out for her, she’s not there. Strange.

It must be a dream.

Stretching my arms out in front of me, there are Scully’s hands. Her tiny fingers. I look down at my body, I am wearing her silky blue pajama set. I would never admit it to her, but I love when she wears these. My hands come down, to rest on my (her) chest, where I feel her soft breasts.

Scully has been a constant figure in my dreams, especially as of late. The yearnings of my subconscious mind making themselves known. As far as I can recall, I have never had a dream where I am in her body. Another oddity,

Lifting up the material of her pajama top, her pert breasts fall into my palms. Pink tipped nipples, creamy ivory skin. Perfect. My imagination never lets me down. My fingers pinch her nipples. It feels good. I do it again.  

I feel the familiar pang of needing to pee. I groan aloud, my voice sounds like hers. God, why did this have to happen at a time like this? Once inside Scully’s bathroom, I drop my pajama bottoms and reach for my… wait… what? Where’s my dick? My hands slide down over Scully’s smooth…

I flash back to our experience at Ft. Marlene last night. The wheels in my head start turning, putting the pieces together. Could we actually have… Shit! My need to urinate is now unbearable. So despite my reticence about touching Scully’s body inappropriately, I attempt to use the toilet. Sitting straight down on the seat, I relieve myself. But something is wrong. Urine has somehow escaped through the toilet seat and onto my feet, bringing me back to reality.

This wasn’t a dream after all. Scully and I have switched bodies!

I sit there on the toilet in shock, covered in urine. My first thought is; why in the world did I have to be right about the body swapping thing? My second thought is; Scully is going to be so mad at me!

After I clean up the mess, and toss my soiled pajama bottoms in the laundry. I go to wash my hands. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror; I see Scully. Her hair is mussed, her face clean and make-up free. The small mole above her lip, the dusting of freckles that she always covers up. Fresh. Beautiful.

A moment later I dial my own number, Scully picks up on the second ring.

“Scully, I mean… Mulder,” he (she) says in a breathless tone. A thought about what she might have been doing before she answered the phone pops into his head, but I quickly dismisses the idea. We have bigger fish to fry.

“Scully, it’s me,” I say in her voice. Realizing how it sounds, I decide to be a little more specific. “Scully, I know it’s you, but this is me, Mulder.” I gulp. Yeah, that was as clear as mud. Silence.

“Mulder,”  she says. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but you need to get over here immediately.” It’s like listening to myself doing an impression of Scully. Spooky.

“Yep,” I look down at my bare legs, realizing that I’ll need to at least put on some bottoms. “I’ll be over as soon as possible.”

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It’s Sunday, a chilly yet perfect April morning. The cherry blossom trees in Alexandria are in full bloom as I park Scully’s car on the street in front of his building. It takes me longer to reach my apartment door, probably because I have Scully’s short little legs. God damn, it’s a miracle she can keep up with me. I need to give her more credit. In my haste to get back to Scully this morning, I chose her most comfortable pair of sneakers. I wasn’t feeling especially confident in the alternative: a cornucopia of black four or five inch chunky heels.

It is a mistake to unlock my front door without knocking, because as soon as I open it, Scully is on the other side with her gun drawn.

“Woah, woah, woah,” my hands go up in surrender. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, Mulder,” she exhales in relief, and sets her gun on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, this whole situation has me a little on edge.”

“It’s okay…” I say, absently putting a hand on her bicep. Not bad, I think as I touch the firm muscle. I should probably work more on my triceps the next time I hit the gym, though. “Me too.”

“I almost hate to say this,” she says before slumping into the couch. “But you were right.”

“What’s that?” I ask, falling next to her.

“You were right, about this whole…” she pauses to gesture. “Body swapping thing.”

“Ah, that’s what I thought you said, I just wanted to hear you say it again.” I mug at her. It earns me a firm punch in the arm. “Ow,” I wince, but I won’t admit how much it actually hurt.

“Mulder!” she says in exasperation. “This is not a time to joke around! We need to get ourselves switched back!”

“I don’t think we can, Scully.” I say, rubbing my upper arm. “Dr. Condliffe and Dr. Goldstein said that the swap only lasted for twenty-four hours. So at this point, I’d say it’s just a waiting game.”

“So you’re telling me, I just have to live in your body until tonight?”

“Oh, come on, Scully, it’s not that bad, is it?” I ask, elbowing her lightly.

“I suppose not.” she sighs. Looking me up and down, her expression changes to one of amusement. “Mulder, why are you wearing my pajama top with my running shorts?”

“It’s a long story…” I drift off, remembering the incident in the bathroom this morning. “But now I understand why you like wearing these,” I say, pinching the material between my fingers. “After this whole thing is solved, I might buy myself a few pairs.”

“I doubt the JcPenney petite section carries your size,” she says, raising an eyebrow. Oh good, Scully at least still has her sense of humor intact.

For the first time I notice that Scully is fully dressed, wearing none other than my tightest pair of blue jeans. Her (my) hair is damp and carefully styled, which means that she must have showered. Meaning she would have been naked. In my body.

“It seems like you were able to get everything figured out this morning.” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“Uh, yes…” Scully clears her throat and looks down. My curiosity is getting the best of me.

“So… uh… no surprises or anything, then?”

“The biggest surprise was waking up to this…” she grabs my wrist and pulls me into my bedroom.

“Scully, if this is about my porn collection, I’ll have you know that those videos with Bigfoot are not mine.” My joke falls flat. Scully whips around and points to the mirror above my bed.

“When did you get this?”

“Oh that…” I laugh in relief. “I honestly don’t know. I found it like this when we got back from Area Fifty-one. I thought maybe the guys did it as a prank or something. Or maybe you…” I drift off, as one of her eyebrows raise.

“Did you actually think I would do something like this?” Scully asks, snorting. “Geez Mulder, give me a little credit, I think my taste would be a little less…” she pauses to hold back a chuckle. “Tacky.”

“Yeah, you know, you’re right. It sounds kinda ridiculous now that I think about it.” I laugh. It still feels good to be around her. Even when she is kinda ‘me.’

“Besides,” she grins. “I didn’t even know you had a bedroom. After all these years of you sleeping on your couch, I figured you were destined to live a life of perpetual bachelorhood.”

“Yeah, well, I think I might be getting tired of it. Might be time to change things up a little.” I finish with a half smile. I can’t help but notice the hopeful look in her eyes. “You never know what the future holds.”

End part one.

Look for part 2 tomorrow.

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[the-quiet-winds]

I Know I’ll See You Tomorrow (part one)

well, here’s the final installment of tiny kat au. at least for now, that is. @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts and i could come back to it at any time, but don’t worry, there will be other AUs... ;)

trigger warning for violence throughout the whole story

[Part 1: Should We Go Ahead, Should We Turn Around]

a trip to the highlands, as suggested by one of the people in town jane happened to talk to, sounds like a perfect way to take on jane's newfound freedom.

one month after her bout with the sweat, she is finally dealt a completely clean and fresh bill of health from the physician, after weeks of bedrest, not being allowed to leave the house, and, to her utter dissatisfaction, limited time with katherine, out of a lingering concern for the young girl's health.

so, another month later and once jane is completely healthy and feels strong enough to do so, they set off for the north country.

the trip is scheduled to take several days, and the first two go as smoothly as can be expected. they stop each night with local noble families who have agreed to accommodate them, and are welcomed with open arms.

it’s only on the third day when things start to go badly wrong.

they're nearing a river, jane listening as katherine adorably babbles a monologue of everything they see, when the carriage hits a bump and slows to a stop, the right side of the carriage sinking lower than the left.

after she makes sure katherine is alright, jane steps out to speak with the carriage driver, who is standing by one of the front wheels.

"we might be stuck a while," he says, and points down.

the one directly in front of them is completely shredded, busted and broken from the rough terrain under their feet.

it wouldn't be such a problem if the right wheels weren't both half-submerged in the mud of the riverbank.

the carriage driver thinks for a moment, then comes to a decision.

“there’s a nearby town not far from here. I could take the horses to fetch a new carriage and be back before nightfall. or you could accompany me, but we would have to come back for your belongings anyway. it is up to you, lady jane.”

“how far away is this town?” jane asks.

“an hour or two. as I said, I would certainly be back long before nightfall. perhaps you two could take your lunch here by the river while you wait?” he glances down at the mud. “or perhaps slightly further along, where there’s less mud.”

jane looks back to the carriage. “i should probably stay here,” she decides. “keep katherine safe.”

he nods. “of course, lady jane.” after a moment of thought, he reaches for his satchel and pulls out a long, sheathed dagger. “just in case,” her murmurs, pressing it in her hand. 

jane looks at him for a moment, and he mumbles out something about thieves. she tucks it in into one of her boots, not wanting to scare katherine, and he takes off on a horse.

“mama?” katherine asks curiously, sticking her head out of the carriage. “where’s he going?”

“to get a new carriage, love,” jane gives her a gentle smile. “he’ll be back in a few hours. in the meantime, why don’t you get that basket of food out and we’ll make a picnic of it?”

katherine brightens up at that, and before long the two are sat on jane’s travelling cloak as an impromptu blanket, tucking into the bread, cheese and cold meats that their last host had supplied them for the journey.

katherine, nibbling on a piece of bread, shifts closer and tucks herself under jane’s arm, pressing herself flush against jane. 

“i love you, mama,” she mumbles, not looking up. 

jane presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. “i love you too, kitty-kat.”

they find ways to pass the time, sitting by the river, playing katherine’s imaginative games, and jane telling fantastical stories.

but jane’s pocketwatch begins to concern her. the carriage driver should have been back by now.

jane tries to keep up the jolly atmosphere for katherine so she doesn’t worry, but the light starts to fade from the sky even the young girl seems to notice the inevitable.

“isn’t he supposed to be back soon?” katherine asks, shivering slightly as the air grows colder. jane doesn’t need to ask who ‘he’ is.

“he’s probably just caught up with something, sweetheart. i’m sure he’s on his way.”

katherine doesn’t quite seem pacified with the answer, but it’s all she’s got, so she has to go with it. 

but time continues to creep by until it’s well and truly dark. jane pulls out the lantern and lights it, bringing a small amount of light to the clearing. 

she hadn’t been expecting to stay out her so long, and her traveling cloak was mud coated from the picnic, but she clasps it back on. 

katherine approaches her, small and shivering. “i’m cold, mama,” she whispers.

“come here, love,” jane opens her arms and katherine flies into them. jane settles them against a tree trunk at the edge of the clearing, katherine curled up in her lap and leaning against her. she can feel the little girl shivering violently and so she pulls the cloak around her daughter more completely, almost wrapping her up in it.

jane brings a hand to katherine's back and begins to rub warming circles, slow and smooth.

she keeps the fire lit, an eye on the carriage as the last bit of sunlight melts into the darkness of night.

it's only a few moments later when she hears a flurry of footsteps, horses hooves, approaching from behind before stopping.

someone walks towards them, and jane is just beginning to turn around when the tip of a sword is pressed to her neck.

"hello, pretty lady," a thief murmurs, a smirk nearly audible despite the scarf covering most of his face.

jane stills suddenly, eyes wide, and the thief speaks again.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you, as long as you cooperate. you should be more careful, a proper lady like you alone in the woods at night. all sorts of undesirables out here at this hour.”

it’s in that moment jane realises that he must not be able to see katherine, bundled up in her lap under the cloak, and she makes up her mind to keep it that way.

as he moves closer, the tip of the blade presses a little tighter against her throat, and her breath hitches in her lungs.

"now if you just sit there, we won't have to do anything messy, yeah?" he taunts, gesturing for his men to approach the broken down carriage. he twists the tip of the blade just enough to catch the locket she wore, with a tiny picture of katherine inside, under his blade. "and i will be taking this," he murmurs.

jane has to stop herself from grabbing the locket herself as the thief lifts it over her head, opening it and examining the miniature portrait inside.

“this your daughter?” he asks, a small smirk on his face. “cute little girl. nobody’s going to want a portrait of someone else’s child, though. this locket, however? it will fetch quite the pretty price.” He stows it away in the leather pouch on his belt and jane forces herself not to react. if she stays still, then katherine might sleep through the whole messy affair. clothes and belongings can be replaced, but jane would rather die before katherine was placed in any kind of danger.

the thief is a bit surprised at jane's passiveness. usually taking something as personal as a locket with a child in it pulled forth some sort of resistance. maybe it was the blade at her neck or something else that was holding her so still and quiet...

that thing is revealed to him not even a moment later, when the cloak the woman was wearing moved.

and out popped a messy little brown head of hair, identical to the girl in the portrait. 

"good morning, darling," he croons.

katherine, still sleepy and bleary-eyed, freezes at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. she turns slowly to look at the man holding a sword to jane’s throat and her eyes suddenly widen, terrified and panicked.

“it’s okay, kat,” jane whispers hurriedly, arms keeping katherine bundled against her to hopefully make her feel safer. the thief smiles.

“yes, little one, you listen to your mother. everything’s going to be just fine.”

there's a low rustling nearby, and katherine turns just enough to see men jumping in and out of the carriage, carrying bags and satchels full of all of their belongings. 

katherine gives a tiny whimper and presses herself closer to jane. 

the thief looks at her carefully, and in one fluid movement, he sheaths his sword, yanks katherine from jane's grip so they are both standing, and pulls the sword out and presses the blade to her neck. with a sadistic smile, he looks at jane.

 "we're taking her too. pretty thing for a pretty penny.”

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[hillywooddestiel]

Stranger Things Have Happened- Chaper Twelve

Chapter Twelve: Scatter and Run

Characters: Y/N Winchester, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, Jonathan, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Eleven, Steve, Sam, Dean

Warnings: angst, language

Word count: 1.7k

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

A/N: What’s this? STHH? A new part? Who is she? Since the new series I am on a bit of a Stranger Things kick so I hope to finish this series soon. How good is S3??? Love it!!! Obviously this is S1 so this is a safe series to read. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist  Masterlist

Story:

We empty bag after bag of salt into a kid’s paddling pool then fill it full of water. Dustin and Lucas take charge of the temperature until we reach exactly 93.5° Fahrenheit, yelling to Nancy to change the taps every minute. I go to source towels from somewhere, eventually finding a couple in the coach's office. They smell a little funky but seem clean so they'll do the job. When I return, Eleven is talking to Joyce. The poor girl is trembling, eyes fixed on the large pool of still water in the same way Sam looks at clowns- true fear. I do wish my brothers were here. They would be a great help in this crazy situation. Sam would read up on alternative universes and missing people cases in the town. Dean would prepare all of the tools we need for the hunt and lecture me about staying safe, following his rules and, most importantly, not going off on my own. I would do anything and everything I was allowed to do when Dean was watching (and a whole lot more when he wasn't). It would be just like old times.

Socks rolled down and goggles in hand, Eleven wades into the water holding on tightly to Joyce's hand. Her dress billows around her as she takes a seat, adjusting the goggles on her face to block out any light. The lights flicker and the gym goes dark. Eleven floats on the surface of the salty water while the rest of us sit in silence. The static from the radio is almost deafening, it keeps me on edge. 

“Barbara…” Eleven mumbles, the lights pulsating.

“What's going on?”

“I don't know.” Mike replies to Nancy's question.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” 

“Gone. Gone.” Eleven says, tears building in Nancy's eyes. Jonathan pulls her for a hug, whispering small comforts in her ear. Barb is gone. Dead. My friend, who was still getting to know, is dead just like many other people before her who got close to me or my family. Of course, I can't pin the whole situation on myself; as far as we know this parallel universe has appeared here as a coincidence and has nothing to do with Sam, Dean or myself. 

“It's okay, it's okay honey. I'm here, it's okay.” Joyce holds onto Eleven in the water while keeping her in her trance. “It's okay, I'm right here. I'm right here.” Everything calms once again and we return to silence around the pool, all hope pinned on Will still being alive. Nancy sniffles, the tears falling quietly now and I reach my hand out to hers. I smile weakly as a show of support; she's going to be grieving her friend unable to tell the truth to anyone outside of this room. 

“Castle Byers.” Eleven says making Joyce and Jonathan perk up, “Will?”

“You tell him… you tell him I'm coming. Mom is coming.” Joyce gasps, full of relief.

“Your mom, she's coming for you.” Eleven communicates to Will. The radio crackles and the voice of a scared little boy comes through,

“Hurry.”

“You tell him, tell him to stay where he is. I'm coming.”

“Your mom, she's coming. Just hold on a little longer Will. Will! Will!” Eleven stirs herself back to full consciousness, ripping the goggles from her head and clinging to Joyce for dear life.

“It's okay. It's okay honey, I've got you. I've got you.”

Wrapped tightly in several towels, Eleven sits shivering on the gym seats with Mike, Lucas, Dustin and myself. For someone so small, she is incredibly powerful. Mike tells me of how she rescued him at the cliffs from a group of bullies while she hugs into my side to keep warm.

“That's incredible!” I exclaim. Eleven looks to me with sleepy eyes with a slight smile, resting her head on my side to take a well deserved nap. Hopper and Joyce having a domestic outside tears my attention away from the boys’ stories.

“He's my son Hop! My son. I'm going!”

“‘Scuse me a second guys.” I deposit Eleven on Mike's shoulder and jog to catch up with everyone outside.

“Joyce! Let's go!” Hopper yells from his car, “No! You're not coming.” He points a finger harshly at me before getting in.

“You've got to be kidding me! Who says you get to go and not me?”

“I do! You're staying here where it's safe. Joyce is already coming, I can't risk you too kid.”

“But-”

“I said no! Get back inside.” And with that, Chief Hopper floors it out of the school. I watch the car disappear, deliberating running home for my own car and chasing after them. Sam and Dean will probably ask questions if I leave the house with a bunch of guns and gear- maybe that's not such a good idea. Then again, they could be a great help here. No. They chose to leave the life, this isn't on them; just because they know about this stuff doesn't mean they should be forced to jump in and save the day. I just happen to be wrapped up in it a little bit. 

Jonathan is gone when I turn back around to head into the gym and he's nowhere to be seen inside either. I go over to the kids and ask them where he went.

“He was with Nancy.” Mike explains.

“Well I can't find either of them.”

“What?!” Mike jumps up and speed walks outside, myself following quicky behind. He looks around the grounds, releasing an exasperated sigh before going back in.

“They're gone!”

“What?”

“Nancy and Jonathan. His car's gone.” Mike explains. Ah, I didn't notice that small detail.

“They're probably just sucking face somewhere.” Dustin comments, being delightful as always.

“No. No way.” Mike argues and he's probably right; those two are just friends that have been mixed up in a case. Nothing more.

“Did they go with the Chief?” 

“I don't know.”

“No.” Eleven says taking us all by surprise.

“What? Did you see them? Do you know where they went?” Mike asks frantically.

“Yes.”

“Where? Where did they go?”

“...Demogorgon.” Shit! No time to even think, I take off in a run.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Dustin shouts after me.

“To go stop them!”

I have not run like this in months so by the time I reach the end of my street, I am close to passing out- maybe I should have taken Sam up on his offer of joining him running last week. Dean pokes his head out of the kitchen when he hears me come through the door, his face contorted in annoyance.

“Umm, where have you been?” 

“Nancy's. Is it cool if I stay over there tonight?”

“You've been out all day without a word to either of us. No, clean up and come have dinner.”

“But she’s been super down about Barb all day. She really needs me to be there for her.” The words taste sour, using Barb like this to manipulate Dean. I’m so sorry Barb, I can only hope you understand.

“Can’t you call her?”

“What’s going on?” Sam joins the party. Great. Just great. “I need to be there for her in person Dean, she is upset and needs someone. Don’t forget Barb was my friend too.”

“Dean, let her go.” Sam sighs, looking sympathetically at me.

“But she-”

“Dean.” Sam gives Dean a look I can only describe as a mother scolding her child, “Tell Nancy we said hey.”

“Fine, you can go. But you better be back for dinner tomorrow.”

“I promise. Thanks Dean.” I smile as best I can before hurrying upstairs and grabbing my emergency hunting kit from under my bed. I have a feeling I know where Nancy went with Jonathan. I hope I'm right.

Jonathan's car is parked outside his house when I finally pull up- why they choose to live so far out of town I'll never know. And Steve's car is here. Steve? He gets out and scuffs his feet all the way to the front door, bashing on it and leaning against the frame. What is he doing here? Seriously, what the hell? Nancy answers the door, opening it very slightly. She looks stressed out; she looks even more stressed than when Ms. Amon sprang that surprise history quiz on us that would contribute to our final grade. I thought she was going to vomit at her desk. So why would she be looking like that towards Steve? They better not have come up with some stupid death wish mission to help the chief. Steve pushes his way inside and I can hear them all raise their voices from the car. Go time.

Taking Dean's gun from my duffel bag, I stalk my way to the house (yes, I took it again but he doesn't need it right now). The walls are super thin so their conversation is loud and clear from here.

“Okay, is this a joke? Stop! Put the gun down!” Nancy what the fuck are you doing?! Hastily, I kick the door down with my booted foot, the wood splintering and smacking the wall. Steve, Nancy and Jonathan swivel their heads to look at me, eyes full of fear and shock.

“Is that gasoline?” I sniff the air.

“Y/N?!” Steve screeches, his face still a bloody, beat-up mess from earlier.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Nancy asks and I'm sure it's accidental that age ends up pointing her gun at me.

“Nancy…” Jonathan mutters, going unnoticed in the cacophony of confusion.

“You two just left me behind with the kids, what was I meant to do?”

“What are you guys talking about?! And can you please put the guns down.” Steve stresses, arms raised at each of us as though they'll stop bullets.

“You need to leave, Steve.”

“Nancy.”

“No no no no wait no!”

“Nancy!”

“What, Jonathan?” 

“The lights!”

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Delirious | Aristique [1/2]

Ariel caught the flu out of nowhere apparently, and had to skip classes. Plastique's heart skips a beat every time she opens her feverish mouth.

a/n: I know I said it was a stressfull week because of exams, but somehow the universe granted me So Much Free Time. While I was working on Fools, this happened. Longer version of a litle drabble I posted long ago when I was sick. A fluffly sick fic, if you may. Anyways, hope ya like it. Read it on ao3.

“Where’s Ariel?” Plastique questioned, taking a bite from her toast when she saw Scarlet arrive to the cafeteria without her roommate.

Scarlet sat in front of Vanessa, looking more tired than usual. “She’s sick. I think she got a cold or something,” she informed, taking a long sip of her coffee. “She was feverish last night, and I had to take it to the nursery at 4 fucking AM. She’s asleep now, thanks to the pills Ms. Jessica gave her.”

Plastique wrinkled her nose. Ariel was so fragile she fell sick with the slightest climate change — what Plastique found weird, though, was the fact that they had a constant warm time in the last days. How did Ariel catch a cold then?

Finishing her breakfast, Plastique resolved to check on Ariel later on their first recess, hoping she’d be awake by then.

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“Ariel? Are you there?” Plastique wondered, knocking on Ariel and Scarlet’s dorm door.

In the end, Plastique didn’t wait until recess and excused herself from her french class by saying she was having some horrible cramps. The teacher, a very conservative man that wanted nothing to do with women’s periods, immediately dismissed her and sent her to the nursery.  

So there she was. In front of Ariel’s door, waiting for any sign of life.

After the fourth time she knocked, she heard steps behind the door and a whimper. When Ariel opened, Plastique wasted no time in entering.

“What do ya want?” Ariel asked in a tired tone. Plastique gave her a better look and wrinkled her nose. Ariel had taken the bedsheet with her and was wrapped around it, her nose was as red as a cherry, her hair was a mess and she was so incredibly pale.

Plastique put a hand over her shoulder and guided her to Scarlet’s bed — her own bed was too messy to be slept on. “I came to take care of you, obviously.” she took the bedsheet off Ariel’s body, making her spin a little. Plastique was worried for a minute she’d vomit over her, she looked that bad.

Ariel groaned, “But I’m not that bad!”

Plastique scoffed. “Really? You have a tissue on your hair and you made a mess out of your bed, I think you could use my help.”

Ariel didn’t have any strength to fight, so she just allowed Plastique to tuck her into bed. Plastique looked around and sighed at the mess Ariel and Scarlet’s dorm was — she wasn’t going to clean it, no way in hell, but she needed Ariel’s medicines.

“Are you taking anything for that cold? I think Scarlet mentioned something about some pills,” Plastique asked, wandering around the dorm.

“Don’t have more, took them all already,” Ariel replied, already dozing off.

Plastique cocked a brow, how sick was Ariel to have already taken all her pills? She approached to her and placed her hand on her forehead. There was no fever. Plastique sighed. “I guess I’ll go ask Ms. Jessica if she has anything I can give you, I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you,” Ariel slurred, rolling in bed. “You’re so nice, Patricia.” In normal circumstances, Plastique would’ve lectured her about how she didn’t like being called Patricia despite being her actual name, but she let it go because it didn’t matter this time around. What mattered was taking care of Ariel and getting her damn medication.

Plastique leant to give her a kiss on her forehead before exiting the room. “Any time, honey.” She left the door barely open, otherwise she’d be stuck outside without the key, and she didn’t have time to find it in the mess that was Scarlet and Ariel’s room.

Paying a visit to Miss Jessica always was an adventure — she was a charming latina, who always treated sick students as her own children. There was Miss Sonique too, who was equally kind, but she only had the weekends shift.

Miss Jessica made her sat down in her desk, offered her a cookie, and made her detail every symptom Ariel had presented ever since she saw her in the middle of the night.

“... And Scarlet says she had fever last night, but I checked her now and it’s gone,” she explained, meanwhile, Miss Jessica was scribbling things in her little notebook.

She tapped her nails on the wooden surface, suddenly getting up. “Hmm, to me sounds like she got a flu. But don’t worry! I’ll give her some pills for the fever — is her throat itchy though? Because those are way different pills,” Miss Jessica inquired.

Plastique shook her head. “Not that I know.”

“I’ll give you some just in case,” she said, before heading to the storage.

So that’s how she ended sneaking back to the dorms, trying to not be seen by any hall monitor, with her hands full of blister packs. The nursery was in the complete opposite side of the campus, near the tennis field and the garden. All the way there were also the sewing workshops for the design students, and although she was in a hurry, Plastique couldn’t help but to slow down her pace a little and peek through the windows, trying to see if Scarlet was around.

She couldn’t find her, so she fastened up her speed and soon found herself running back to the dorms. The blisters made an awful sound and Plastique cursed under her breath each time she thought she saw a hall monitor in the distance. It was all worth it when she made it back to Ariel’s dorm.

As expected, Ariel was still asleep, with her nose buried in the pillow. Plastique smiled at the vision — she hardly ever saw Ariel as messy as now, even when she was sick she’d put on heavy makeup, her designer clothes and walk around expressing every two seconds how much her head hurt, or something along those lines.

“Seems like the fever got the best of you, huh?” Plastique mumbled, sitting by the edge of the bed as to not disturb her. She then remembered the blisters she’d been holding the entire time. “Ariel! Ariel, wake up, you gotta take your meds.” Plastique gently tapped on her shoulder, and giggled when Ariel moaned in frustration.

“Five minutes more, mom,” she whined, not moving a single inch.

“Bitch, it’ll be just a minute, sit down and I’ll bring you water,” Plastique ordered, leaving the blisters on the nightstand.

She heard Ariel mumble something against the pillow before doing as she said. Plastique looked for a bottle of water in the mini fridge one of Scarlet’s daddies had gifted her last summer. She was closing the door when she heard Ariel’s sleepy voice.

“Y’know Patricia, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she confessed, rubbing her eyes. “I love you, bitch.” Plastique laughed softly and walked back to bed, handing her the bottle.

“I love you too, you funky little fragile gal,” she joked, reaching for the blisters. “Take this for the fever, and this one’s in case your throat is sore or something.” She shrugged, taking the pills out of the blisters and handing them to her along with the water.

Ariel took them without saying a single word and went back to laying on the bed, she stared at Plastique for a moment before flashing her a smile. “Have I ever told you that sometimes I don’t get how can someone look at you and, just… Not love you?”

Plastique’s cheeks got a slight rosy tone, she giggled and tried to tuck her in bed. “Well, aren’t you cute when you’re sick?” Ariel rolled in bed before going back to bury her nose in the pillow. “Now get some rest, Miss Jessica told me those pills would knock you out for some hours.”

Ariel hummed against the pillow, and Plastique was getting up to lay on Ariel’s actual bed, when she spoke again.

“Don’t go, please, stay,” she begged, “Sleep with me.”

Plastique’s heart skipped a beat for some reason — she’d slept with Ariel before, but it was always in the context of Scarlet having one of her daddies over or being too wasted to go back to their own dorms. She tried to shrug it off and make herself comfortable, placing an arm over Ariel’s waist.

She watched Ariel sleep for what seemed ages before she felt sleepy too, closed her eyes and decided that a nap wouldn’t hurt.

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Special Treatment

Pairing: Yoon Jisung x female reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1032

“Honey I’m-”

You grimaced as Jisung’s greeting came to a standstill, his eyes widening at your predicament. Glancing down at your arm that was now the sole focus of your boyfriend’s gaze, you sighed. “It’s not as bad as you think; it’s just a small fracture.”

“And that’s not bad?! Why didn’t you tell me?” he exclaimed, blinking rapidly as he rushed to your side. You couldn’t help but shrink back at his concern. He looked up at you with a pout. “When did this happen?”

“Uh, two days ago, I fell down the stairs at work,” you admitted slowly, biting at your lips and diverting your eyes at the gasp that left his mouth. You cringed. “You were busy with work, I-”

“Never keep something like this from me again.” His eyes were back on your cast, but you saw his jaw clench, and if you pushed your luck to tell him you had held out knowing full well he’d give up everything just to come home, you would be faced with more of Jisung’s rare appearance of his temper. And you didn’t want that.

Especially since it had been three weeks since you last saw him.

This thought seemed to cross his mind at the same time, his almond orbs softening as he looked up into your face. He smiled, leaning forward to greet you properly but you stopped him, pushing him back as your mind raced to what you hadn’t done since fracturing your wrist.

Jisung eyed you warily. “Why did you do that?”

“I can’t let you near me.”

“Because of your arm? I’ll be gentle.”

You shook your head, your cheeks heating up with your embarrassment.

“Oh whyyyy!”

You sighed heavily, darting your eyes to your lap, your voice coming out feebly. “I haven’t washed my hair.”

He was silent for a moment, but you daren’t look up, instead pulling a face in frustration. And then you flinched as Jisung wrapped himself around you, your cries being ignored by him. He buried in deeply.

“Yoon Jisung!”

“You have hugged me right after I’ve gotten offstage before, when I’m all sweaty and gross. Why would I even hesitate now, because your hair smells a little funky?”

You leapt back in his embrace, wincing as the pain shot throughout your lower arm. Jisung’s eyes connected with your wrist again before checking your expression. You shook your head at him. “My hair smells funky?!”

“Why would that bother me though when I love you so much?”

“Don’t throw that card at me! Aish, I feel so uncomfortable,” you muttered, heaving another frustrated breath.

Jisung chuckled a little, capturing your miserable attention and caressed your cheek within his hand. “Let me help you then.”

You had to admit it felt like heaven.

When Jisung had suggested he’d wash your hair for you, you were hesitant. You didn’t want to end up soaked through, nor did you want to put any burdens on him when he was exhausted from travelling home. But he had insisted in the end, helping you rest your head over the bathtub ledge and began wetting your hair down, running his hand rhythmically through your long tresses. And the way he had massaged your head when putting in the shampoo had been so relaxing, admitting to him that it felt better than any hair salon treatment you had ever had.

This praise was all he needed to continue to spoil your head to the best massage and cleanse it had ever received. You hadn’t realised just how inhuman you felt with your dirty hair until your boyfriend had cleaned it for you.

And now Jisung had directed you to the sofa, bringing over supplies he needed to finish the job.

“You don’t have to dry it as well, Sung-ah,” you told him but he only chided you, motioning for you to scoot back towards him and soon his hands were towel drying your hair. You sighed in content.

“You look like you’re honestly in another realm of happiness,” he observed, and you could hear in his tone that he was elated to be the cause of it. You nodded softly, your smile growing as his hands did more magic. “Who knew I could make you putty in my hands by doing this?”

“I think I might have to make sure you do this once a month from here out,” you stated dazedly and Jisung chuckled, sectioning off some of your hair so he could dry it.

You were both silent due to the noise of the hair dryer, but you were floating further into the pure ecstasy, closing your eyes and enjoying the heat and your brush being run through every strand of hair. It took awhile for all of your hair to be dry due to the length, and by the time Jisung was satisfied enough to turn the hair dryer off you were almost asleep.

His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you into a more comfortable position against him, kissing the top of your head and then burying himself into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Jisung?” you started, feeling him hum in response upon your skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Promise me you’ll never keep me in the dark like that again. Even if you get a paper cut-”

“Really?!”

He nodded against you. “Even then. I want to know everything. How can I be a good boyfriend if you don’t?”

You awkwardly turned in his arms, mostly due to being unable to use one of your arms. Jisung supported you and you smiled into a chaste kiss as soon as you were balanced enough. “I love you.”

“I love you even more.”

“I’m sleepy,” you told him and he laughed. “You have the best hands ever.”

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep as he played with your hair and tried to remain awake, your eyes not listening to your efforts. He kissed your head again which felt like bliss.

“Just relax, I’m home now,” he whispered and you nestled yourself into his chest. “Don’t ever get hurt without me around again, okay?”

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You Weren’t Lying.

Spencer X Reader Requested: Yes, @the-criminally-minded. Word Count: 1,395 Summary: Set in the episode “Zugzwang”, the reader sacrifces herself for Spencer’s good friend Maeve. The reader lives, and Spencer confesses his love for her. Warnings: Near death experience, emotional distress, kidnapping.

“Aww, come on, Spence. You know you like her.” I teased, though there was more truth behind my statement than I was willing to admit. I didn’t want it to be Maeve that he loved. But I love him, and I want him to be happy. Thank God he found someone who can make him feel this way, even if it isn’t me.

“I’m telling you, I don’t. We’re just friends.” He insisted. 

He seemed irritated by me “accusing” him of such a thing. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be into Maeve. She was perfect for him. 

The next day...

“But right now I can’t focus on anything for more than two seconds...which makes me the dumbest person in the room.” He explained.

Tears threatened to leave my eyes as I heard the news of Maeve’s disappearance. 

“We’d be working on personal time..” Hotch started.

“I’ll be here.” I interrupted.

Spencer smiled slightly, which you could tell was nearly impossible for you to do.

Hours passed, we still had no information. We had talked with Maeve’s ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. Spencer was still upset he wasn’t able to be in the room. 

“I’m sorry Spence..” I said.

“No, I get it. It’s just frustrating.” He replied.

Suddenly his eyes widened, “What?” I asked. His gears were turning, I could tell. “Guys!” I called out.

Everyone came towards his desk and no one questioned why I called, as they say the look on his face.

“She called me Doctor....” he mumbled.

“Huh?” I asked.

“The woman who came out of the building who talked to me. She called me Doctor. Did you introduce me as Doctor, Hotch?” He asked.

“I didn’t address you at all.” He answered.

“I think I know who the unsub is.” He mentioned.

“Let’s go.” Morgan said.

“Put the gun down!” JJ yelled.

Yet she refused to listen. The dim room that held a panicked Spencer, and a beautiful tear soaked face which belonged to the love of his life was quiet.

A gun was pressed against Maeve’s temple and the unsub looked distress.

“Alright, we can still work this out. Come on, me for her, let me take her place.” He offered.

“You would do that? You would kill yourself for her?” Diane choked out.

Goddammit Spencer. Why did you say that? She craves attention, validation, and yet you give it to Maeve? Maeve is done for. Unless, “No, stop.” I answered.

Spencer looked pissed off, but I didn’t care, his face screamed, “What are you doing?”. I used my expressions to tell him to “Shut the fuck up.”. “Diane, you have a lot of agression. But lucky for you, I know something that’ll make Spencer and Maeve hurt more than anything.” I said.

I put my gun down next to JJ’s foot, “What are you doing?” She whispered.

“Stop.” I answered.

I walked towards Diane who held her gun towards me, “See? You’re smart. You already know what you’re doing. Spencer was lying when he said he loved you, but he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t love Maeve, either. He loves me.” I said.

She looked upset, “You’re lying.” She decided.

“No, I’m not.” I answered.

“Yes she is!” Spencer called out.

“See? He’s trying to save me. But I’m pissed off at him. Because he had the nerve to pretend to love another woman, as I sat right here. So this is what’s right. I’ll be put out of my misery and Spencer and Maeve will have to live with their relationship being built on murder.” I pitched.

“You’d do that? Kill yourself over him?” She asked.

“No, I’m not doing it over him. I’m doing it because of him.” I said.

“Y/L/N, stop!” Spencer called out.

“Shut up, Spencer! I’m not yours anymore. Say goodbye to me, and say hello to someone you feel knows you better. But just know, she will never amount to me.” I cried.

Diane held her gun to my back, “Say goodbye, Doctor Reid.” Diane taunted.

She couldn’t see me, and as I felt the cold metal against my back I locked eyes with my love, and mouthed, “I love you, I’m sorry.”.

“Goodbye.” He answered.

The bullet entered my back, I cried out in pain and just as I dropped to the floor I heard another shot come from my teams side of the room, making Diane drop in an instant.

“We need a medic!” I heard Spencer scream.

“Spencer, is she dead?” I whispered.

“Don’t talk.” He insisted.

“Spencer, is she dead?” I repeated.

“Yes.” He answered.

“I lied. If I die you have to know I was lying.” I said.

“I know...damn it, why would you do this?! I had it under control!” He yelled.

“It wouldn’t of worked...just stay here til the...til the...” I couldn’t speak any longer. Everything was echoing and I couldn’t see.

“Stay with me. Come on don’t close your eyes. Talk to me.” Spencer insisted.

“I’m sleepy...” I answered.

“I know, the medics will be here soon. Don’t close your eyes, come on.” He encouraged.

“Goodbye, Spencer.” I said.

Bright lights shown through my eyelids. I’m alive? I felt the sheets beneath me and I heard the beep of a heart monitor.

I’m alive. My eyes fluttered open and I squinted from the harshness of the florecent hospital lights.

“Hey..Oh my goodness. You’re here.” I heard a spunky voice say.

I turned my head and saw the farmiliar funky red frames that complimented Penelope’s personality, “Hey, Pen.” I said.

“Hi! Oh hello, I’m so happy you’re awake.” She admitted.

“I am too. How long have I been....?” I trailed off.

“About 6 hours.” She said.

“Woah...” I replied.

She chuckled under her breath, “Well Boy Wonder told me to get him as soon as you woke up.” She said.

“Yeah, send him in.” I said.

She got up and walked out of the room, not more than a few seconds later did Spencer’s long limbs trample and trip into my room.

“Hey.” He said with a breath of relief.

“Sup?” I said.

He giggled, “That’s the first thing you say to me? ‘Sup’?” He mentioned.

“Would ‘Hello’ be better suited?” I asked.

He smiled, “It doesn’t matter. I-...I have to tell you something.” He started.

“Well sit down and tell it.” I insisted jokingly.

He dragged a chair closer to my bed and sat down, his hand held my own and I blushed at the contact. I knew he was just being friendly, that he’d missed me. But recent events had somehow made me wonder if maybe it was something more. I knew that could never be so, though.

“Those things you said to get Diane to put the gun down...” He said.

“Spence, I was lying--”

“No you weren’t.” He insisted.

“Yes, I was--”

“You may have thought you were. And maybe some of it wasn’t true. But you were right. I wasn’t lying about not loving Maeve. I was lying about not loving you, though.” He admitted.

I felt his hands shake in my own and smiled, “Really?” I asked.

“Yes.” He answered.

“But I thought..” I trailed off.

“I know. I was too scared to say anything because I was afraid you wouldn’t like me. I knew that it might affect our work, and I would hate that. But I couldn’t hide it anymore.” He explained.

I smile crept across my face.

“Well, prove it.” I answered.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Kiss me.” I said.

He got up and towered over me, his lips met mine and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my veins. I lifted my arm, and felt a sharp pain.

He must of felt me wince because he pulled away, “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, no umm..you’re fine.” I said awkwardly, “I just can’t really move without feeling pain. So, that’s interesting.” I answered.

“You may need more pain medication, do you want me to get a doctor?” He asked.

I smiled, “I’ve got one right here. Just keep kissing me.” I insisted.

He smiled and went back to where he was, on my lips. Which was exactly the medication I needed.

“Wait.” I said.

“Hmm?” 

“I forgot to say it back, I love you.” I reminded him.

“I love you too.” He answered before dancing his lips across mine yet again.

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Christmas Eve at My Cousins Feet

Christmas Ends with her Ass and Feet

Christmas Day 6:50PM

The night went on and Jake's Family enjoyed a delightful Christmas dinner while he was in the back of Bianca's Panties kissing her ass. While Jake was "kissing up" to her booty Bianca lay on the couch and read a new Victoria's Secret Lingerie catalog, sat down on a hard wooden chair, sat down with her legs crossed on the floor and then played some game with Trixie, Jennifer, and Samantha where she jumped around a lot. you didn't know what she was playing because you were trapped in her underwear, but every time she would jump up, you would be shifted around to another part of her rear end. sometimes under her asscheek, sometimes on top of her bumcheek, and sometimes in between her asscrack. that was the least fun for you but Bianca had a Blast!

After Christmas Dinner Bianca ate so much food, that her stomach was filled up to her esophagus and she had to make room in her intestines. she felt a rumble in her tummy and thought to herself.

"Sorry Jake, but this is the kinda stuff you're going to have to get used to if you're going to be my Perfect Shrunken Slave."

Pft, poot

Bianca unclenched her anus the smallest amount possible and released the build-up of gas that was growing in her bowels.  No one else heard what escaped from Bianca's large intestine but you were the unlucky soul who had a front-row seat to a teenage girl farting on you.

"Awww Gross.  I can't believe she farted on me."

While you were distracted by the smell Bianca noticed her lackey miss a kiss on the minute and slammed her butt down in her seat to get her cousins attention back to her beautiful ass.

"OW! jeez Bianca, give me a break after the noxious wind you released on me."

After about ten minutes (10 kisses) the smell went away and the scent of Bianca's perfume on her skin came back and it was easier to smack your lips on her cheeks again.  It was getting very trivial and annoying but you did it so Bianca would stop butt-crushing you and avoid the night of being Anal vored by her.

The next few hours went by pretty slowly with you counting the seconds until you had to kiss her ass again. However, for Bianca, it went by pretty fast and she wished you could crawl all over her panties and kiss her all over her booty.  Towards the end of the night you forgot about kissing Bianca's glutes for only a second and in retaliation, she slammed her butt down on the hard wooden chair and you were squished and compressed into her buttcheeks.

Christmas Night 11:45 pm

The night went on and pretty soon everyone was becoming tired and sleepy. Aunt Michelle let out a long yawn and said

"Okay everybody its time to hit the hay.  You can finish whatever you're doing tomorrow but right now everyone needs a good rest."

Bianca went back to her room dressed in her cute pajamas and then took you out of her ass and dropped you on her bed.

"Ya know, I should Punish you more for those two instances where you forgot to kiss my butt, but I'm feeling generous today and it is your first week as my foot slave so I'll go easy on you since my butt isn't the main area you'll be worshipping.  But that doesn't mean you won't get to experience other places on my body (giggles seductively).  it all depends on how well you perform as my slave and how much enjoyment I get out of what you do for me."

The more duties Bianca gave you as her servant, the more you regretted coming back to her and serving her like a goddess.  but it was too late now, so you better make the best of it and not let the things she says bother you.

"Okay, Jake. I want this to be fun for you so why don't you pick the pair of socks you'll be sleeping in.  Think of it as picking a sleeping bag for a camping trip.  Except you have to bunk with my barefoot."

Bianca showed you different colors of pairs of red, grey, black, white, rainbow, black and pink, blue and pink and one worn out pair that was white with blue stars and moons, purple flying birds and orange fireworks. that pair had a few holes in it and it looked like Bianca had worn them for a few years.

"Uhhhhhhh, I'll pick the gray ones."

"Grey?  That's a boring color. Maybe I should pick these myself from now on?  You shoulda picked the blue, purple and orange ones they're my favorite.  Start taking notes Jake, you're going to have to know a lot of minor details about my feet, so I would start now if I were you.  It might seem trivial to the average person but this is your job now and I expect you to know where every line on my foot is by the end of the month and where exactly I liked to be massaged the most."

You took a mental note of what she said but that was the whole reason why you didn't pick them in the first place.  Because you had a feeling even though they were washed you would still be able to smell some funkiness from them from years of being worn in all the footwear she owned.

"Now Jake.  I want you to give each of my toes a kiss before I go to sleep.  I want you to do this every day and night from now on and if you forget I'll squeeze you under each toe you forgot to press your lips against.  This is a new task you will have to learn and I still have many more tricks to teach you."

Bianca spoke to you like you were a pet dog or something but you did go and kiss each toe so you can't argue much there.  If you were really going to be Bianca's obedient foot slave you had to try your hardest to like her feet so you don't go crazy by being owned by a spoiled teenage brat (albeit a hot one) who got whatever she wanted.

The joy of having a small teenager to do with whatever she wanted hadn't left Bianca yet. looking through the spaces in her toes, you could tell by the look on her face, just like a little girl who got everything she wanted from Santa.  Bianca unraveled a pair of grey socks from her dresser and then dropped you inside them. the familiar sight of her massive toes creeping in still scared you, but you were getting used to it and it wasn't as bad as when she first wore you in her old dirty green and red Xmas socks that smelt so bad you didn't know it was humanly possible for girls feet to stink like that.

Bianca went to sleep with a live human trapped in her sock and to her, this was the best Christmas ever.  However for you being forced to explore a teenage girls body as well as the rest of your family's bodies, being eaten alive, puked up and shat on, dodging about 10 women's shoes to avoid being crushed and given horrible torture from your younger cousin's feet and butt for 2 days straight. I think it's safe to say That this is easily the worst Christmas you ever had and hopefully the worst you will ever have.

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News Nuggets from Around Disney World

It’s time again for a hearty helping of Rope Drop [dot] Net News Nuggets! As you probably saw earlier this week, I have already posted about the Star War related news that came out of Celebration. Of course, the biggest news since the last post was that The Rock was on the Jungle Cruise!. Talk a “plus-ed” experience.

Nuggets!!

Now, on to the rest of the News Nuggets:

Planet Hollywood Observatory to create outdoor, quick-service counter at Walt Disney World Resort – If the rumors are true that Plant Hollywood has their donkey-sauced burger pre-made, then they might as well try to offload them as kickin’ “quick service” options as well.

First Look at Menu for Satu’li Canteen in Pandora—The World of Avatar at Disney’s Animal Kingdom – The menu seems interesting, but even more interesting is the Mobile Ordering feature. I would hope that in 5 years, all Disney quick service restaurants have mobile ordering. Speaking of which…

Full List of 15 Walt Disney World Restaurants That Will Offer Mobile Ordering Starting Soon – This has potential to be fantastic. I can’t even list the number of times that mobile ordering has made my Chick-Fil-A or Starbucks experience significantly better. I hope Disney’s implementation of this works just as well.

First Listen: Sneak a Peek at Our ‘Happily Ever After’ Theme Song – Huh. The clip of this song isn’t exactly what I was hoping for from the new show. Maybe it’ll be better in context.

Disney-Pixar’s “Cars 3” Nationwide Tour Kicks off at Disney Springs – Denise over at Mouse Steps has coverage of the “tour” the will be promoting the new movie. It include replicas of the cars, games, etc… Not really my thing, but I can see why people would really like it.

“The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” screening, Headless Horseman meet-and-greet Fort Wilderness for Halloween – Huh. Interesting. Another thing not really up my alley, but interesting nonetheless.

Bob Iger’s Contract Extended to July 2, 2019 – These kind of corporate maneuverings are not usually something I write about, but Iger has had an “interesting” relationship with the parks. To date, I would argue there have been some negatives (e.g., the trend of “up charge events”, lower staffing during certain periods), but we’re about to start on some big changes (e.g. Avatar, Star Wars, Toy Story), so it should be interesting.

Virtual tours of Copper Creek Villas – I’ve previously said this is where Elyssa & I might buy DVC, but that was before I saw the maintenance dues.

Registration Now Open for Annual Passholder Previews of Pandora: The World of AVATAR – If you’re an AP holder, you probably already got an email about this (and hopefully booked it…since it’s sold out.)

Mission Space at Epcot Closing This Summer for Refurbishment – I wonder what’s going on. June 5th through July 31st is a pretty strange time for a refurb.

‘The Music of Pixar Live!’ Will Debut at Disney’s Hollywood Studios This Summer – This seems like a summer holding area for crowds waiting for the night time entertainment when so much of the park is under construction.

Learn From the Pros How to Decorate Your Own Cake at Amorette’s Patisserie at Disney Springs – $130 is a lot to pay to decorate a cake (even if Amorette’s is pretty tasty.)

Pandora – Everything You Need To Know – I’m going to leave this here, since I don’t do an “info dump” nuggets. This is a pretty comprehensive rundown from the TouringPlans gang.

Disney testing Virtual Queues at its Walt Disney World water parks – Just like Volcano Bae!

Portobello at Disney Springs Closing April 23 For Refurbishment – No surprise here. All previously existing restaurants at Disney Springs need to upgrade to compete with the new comers. The big surprise is that nothing has happened to Bongos yet.

News: Liberty Tree Tavern Menu Updates (And Ooey Gooey Toffee Cake for DINNER!) – Does this mean all you care to enjoy ooey gooey toffee cake for dinner?

STK Orlando now offers brunch, including The Ultimate Brunch For Two – The menu looks fine. That said, it stil takes place in STK (which isn’t really the environment Elyssa and I like when we’re at Disney).

pictures from WDW Magic – Here are some

Walt Disney World Gondola System Foundation Construction About to Begin – This is really going to maybe, possibly happen, huh?

New My Disney Experience app Launches, Makes Planning Walt Disney World Vacations Even Easier – I like the concept, but the execution is funky. Standard app conventions say the menu is on the left and you use the “hamburger” icon to open it. This menu launched from the bottom is strange.

Limited Spaces Remain for Member Event at Markham’s at Golden Oak – Yes, $130 is a lot for this event, but it would be cool to hang out in the Golden Oaks club house.

Typhoon Lagoon Moonlight Magic registration now open for DVC Members with Reservations – If you’re DVC and staying at a DVC on June 23, 28 or July 5, 13, you can register now.

Countdown to Pandora – The World of Avatar Continues with First Look at Na’vi Translator Device – Ignore the actual item, and check out the lack of Disney branding on it. It will be interesting to see how that concept applies throughout the land.

Take A Behind-the-Scenes Look At The Making Of ‘Happily Ever After’ – I am really apprehensive about this show, and I still haven’t seen anything that eases that. I hope the final product ends up looking better than the stuff in the clips they’ve released.

New Shirts from Star Wars: The Last Jedi to support UNICEF – Elyssa doesn’t love the look, but–at least–it’s for a good cause.

Leaked (?) Photos from Inside Pandora – The World of Avatar – WDW News Today reposts photos for a guy who is MUCH braver than I am. (I would never blast my Twitter handle against something like that.)

Tree of Life Awakenings Projection Show is Expanding to the Back of the Animal Kingdom Icon – This could be useful in spreading people throughout the park as it starts to be open later at night.

Magic Kingdom Party Dates – 53 dates is a lot of dates.

Light up your visit to the Epcot China Pavilion with a new photo prop from Disney PhotoPass Service – I like these little touches. They’re not particularly complicated, but they do make for some interesting new photos.

Rumors of TRON Lightcycle Power Run Roller Coaster being Close to Green Light for Walt Disney World, Disneyland – The problem with rumors like this is that you never know if 10 different sites are citing the same “source,” are places like WDW New Today and Jim Hill actually hearing it from different places.

Fittings & Fairings Gift Shop at Disney’s Yacht Club Temporarily Closed – Something to keep in mind for those staying at the Yacht Club (though there are plenty of options around Crescent Lake for similar things.)

Ample Hills Creamery extending hours for the next month. – Ample Hills is going to be open until 11:00pm just in time for Elyssa’a and my arrival.

Rumors of Groot and Star Lord from Guardians of the Galaxy Coming to The Studios – I hope this is better than the Doctor Strange thing. Also, I wish Disney World was getting Gamora.

Sign Up Now For The runDisney Virtual Running Shorts Series – Elyssa and I do 1 (or more) runDisney events per year, and–I admit–I did this last year. I just wanted the medals (which I thought looked cool.) I’m not sure I’ll ever do it again (and definitely not for these medals.)

Four Seasons now selling homes on Walt Disney World property starting at $5 million – But they’ll probably be like only 2-3 million on the resale market, right?

Grab-and-Go Menu Available at Art Smith’s Homecomin’! – Something to keep in mind if you’re walking around Disney Springs. The to-go menu is available from the Shine Bar (which has a separate entrance you can use.)

Dry weather limits certain activities at Disney World. – Something to keep in mind if you’ll be down there before Central Florida gets some rain.

‘Happily Ever After’ To Feature The Most Advanced Projection Mapping Tech Yet – Disney is really trying to talk up this show. I hope it’s a winner, since people are going to really expect something big if it’s going to replace Wishes.

Club 33 announced for Walt Disney World, coming soon to 4 new locations – Something to aspire to, I guess. I wonder when I should put my name on the waiting list to have the opportunity to buy in about the time I’ll be able to afford it.

Walt Disney World’s Uber-Like Transportation Service Slated to Begin Soon – Two Questions: (1) Will it be comparable in cost to Uber?, (2) Will Disney ban Uber & Lyft from property to encourage people to use it?

Martha’s Vineyard Review at Disney’s Beach Club from easyWDW. – I don’t normally post reviews like this in the News Nuggets, but I found this review of Martha’s “Graveyard” to be interesting for it’s overall positive tone. At a minimum, Josh has a good tip that the beer selection is pretty decent.

Walt Disney World Plans to Hire 1,000 New Cast Members This Spring – This seems a lot more promising than last year’s staff cuts, etc… (which were rumored to be a result of Shanghai Disney going over budget.)

That’s it for this edition of the News Nuggets! Let’s all celebrate by watching the Blue Angels fly over the Magic Kingdom:

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