#Nuh uh by thr way

[anyatomy]

Deso gerry is still really bad btw. I would hope everyone has grown past surface level character analysis but i dont think im that lucky

[leaentries]

pretty girl | part 2 | nico hischier

summary: a blurb of drunk nico and his girl being obsessed with each other

warnings: smut, basically no plot, just porn, oral (m. receiving), sort of sub!nico vibes, very whiny nico

a/n: this might be a bit longer than a blurb…sorry 🤷‍♀️

part one | the captain’s girl masterlist

Nico’s eyes followed your moving form as you disappeared into the bedroom. He immediately was after you, almost tripping over a stray shoe on the floor. His body was hot and tense, muscles begging for a release only you could provide. Nico could have sworn his knees about gave out the second he saw you already waiting for him on the bed.

There was an animalistic gleam behind the dark lust that clouded your irises. His breath hitched as you slowly made your way to the end of the bed. His cock all but jumped the second your breasts started bouncing as you stepped onto the cold hardwoods and inched your way closer to him.

“Ya just gonna stand there, Nic?” You tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step into your space, “Or are ya gonna give me what I want?”

Nico swallowed thickly, his intoxicated brain barely functioning at the sight of your naked body. The words lingered on his tongue, but his breath was too heavy to even recite them. In the end, all he could do was nod desperately, hands moving to undress himself.

You took your time admiring the way his toned stomach and chest were slowly revealed as Nico removed his shirt. Making sure to burn every freckle or mark into your memory.

Yet, Nico’s doe eyes shot up to yours when you slightly swatted his hand away from the top of his sweats.

“Nuh uh, baby. That’s my job.”

Sinking to land on your knees, you teasingly ran a finger down the outline of his rigid cock. You smirked as he twitched against the material.

“Fuck, schatzi,” His chest already begun heaving violently, “Don’t tease me, can’t take it.”

Deciding to be nice, you grabbed the waist band of his sweats, paired with his boxers, and pulled them down. His painfully hard erection pops up to slap against his tummy, precum already leaking from the swollen tip.

You reach to grip the base, his dick practically throbbing in your hold. Nico throws his head back as you began to leisurely pump him.

Your thumb swipes against his slit, gathering the warm liquid and spreading it over him. Bringing him to your mouth, you press light kisses down his length, before licking up the vein on the underside.

A whimper leaves Nico’s mouth, “Please, schatzi, please.” His voice was hoarse, raspy from the night out before.

Stealing one last kiss to his tip, you finally take him in your mouth, your hand moving to grasp what you couldn’t fit. Nico’s loud moans echo through the room. You slowly began to work your head around his cock, hallowing your cheeks against him.

Nico’s hand came to the back of your head, gathering your hair in a ponytail. His hips stuttered against your mouth, trying his best to hold back from thrusting into your throat. You pulled away, breathless, with a string of spit and precum attached to his cock.

“S’ okay, Neeks,” You rubbed his thighs encouragingly, “You can move a little.”

With your reassurance, he gently started to thrust his hips, once your mouth returned to clamp around him. You gagged slightly, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Nico paused, scared he may have hurt you. Yet, once your watery eyes peered up at him through your lashes, he was gone.

Continuing to bob along with his thrusts, you brought a hand up to massage his balls, earning a deep groan from the hockey player.

His breath began to shorten to staccato gasps, signaling his impending orgasm.

“G-gonna cum, schatzi,” He stumbled, barely able to speak with the intense fire raging through his body.

You hummed around him, the feeling helping him along. Taking him even deeper, you swallowed, the constriction of your throat finally sending him over. Nico came with a loud whine, voice non-existent as his cum shot down your throat.

You helped pump him through, the last drops of finish falling down your chin and onto your breasts.

His body slumped as you pulled away, spent from the extreme climax. Nico grabbed your arm and helped pull you up into his chest. The both of you sat there for a moment, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Nico kissed your temple sweetly, “So good, baby. Make me feel so good.” He continued to ramble, this time in incoherent german as his mind went hazy.

Lifting your head up, you pulled away from his body.

“C’mon, let’s go take a shower.”

At your words, Nico’s tired eyes immediately lit up. He helped you get to the bathroom, making sure the water was the perfect temperature. As the both of you stepped in, you moaned at the hot water easing your sore muscles from the nights activities.

Nico came in right behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found your neck once more, leaving slow kisses down the wet skin.

Mumbling against you, Nico pressed his hips into your ass, “Don’t make sounds like that, schatzi. My cock enjoys it too much.”

[honeeslust]

Choso Kamo | Screen Time

🖤 After months of this just being an idea and then a few more that I spent plotting how to make all the concepts fit together and lastly me trying my best to make it a little dark but still sweet at the same time because its Choso and he's so babygirl😌 😩. Bare with me. I got a bit long winded at the end and was running out of dialogue on the readers end 😬.

Anyway...

Im glad I ain't give up on this one.

Here goes....

🖤 WC 3k+

🖤 songs on repeat when writing…

Screen time Max Millz.

Body say Demi Lovato. (Don't judge me)

The offering. Sleep Token.

High Water Sleep Token(particularly because the drums around 3:25. it builds.. ya know 😮‍💨👌🏾 ... )

Pov: A pretty brown skin girl is sitting in her bed. Freshly showered and effectively dosed with a tall glass of wine.  Her favorite pillow is tucked between her legs while she plays a game on her switch. Her phones somewhere over on the nightstand charging. So her boyfriend isn't privy to the  glow currently spreading across her cheeks when he begs her...

Show me...

What?

Of coarse you heard him. But something about that deep monotonous tone bellowing into your ears has your brain tripping over itself.

I wanna see em'. Face time me.

Tsk!!Choso, nooo. Im on the last level... and besides. I'm already in my bonnet.

Bae you for real? C'mon. Like I care... now lemmie see you. His voice gets all deep and smokey sounding. Forcing you to pause your game as those damn butterflies started up their familiar dance in the depths of your stomach.

Fine.  You say reaching for your phone. You tap the icon above his picture, and moments later, there he is. Eyes smoldering through the messy tendrils of hair fringing his face.

Alright pretty girl. Lemmie see em'

Meanwhile...

Fuuuck! I need this girl.

That's all that Choso can think right now as he stares at his phone admiring the view. A slight chuckle escapes his lips even though he didn't think it looked funny. He only thought it  was cute because your normally fluffy hair was now confined to the polka dotted satin bag, giving the top of your head a funny shape.

Baby, c'mon...Put the bonnet thingy back on. You look cute in it. I like it... you look like one of the toad things from Mario.

Boy stop. You get on my nerves Choso.

I know...He says boldly as if he were proud of himself. Put it back on... pleeease!

Ugh, fine!! You tugged your bonnet on to your head feigning annoyance. To get back at him, you set your phone down leaving it to stare up at the ceiling.

Nah! Get off that game. Cmon and show me. He blares when he hears that you've switched your game back on.

He begs unnshamedly until you finally set up your phone and bring your body into view. Showing off the tight top and booty shorts that hugged the curves of your body. Your nipples poke through the thin ribbed fabric, making his mouth water after thr sight. The little buds would gently bounce underneath, moving with the shy laughter rattling in your chest as he gasses you up.

You need that one in every color.

Stop teasing Cho.

I'm not... Make sure you pack those when you come and visit me. I wanna see you in it up close....

Mmhmm. Sure Choso. But only if you make it worth my while. It's your turn. Show me somethin cutie.

Nah. These sweats are nothing special. You've seen me in them before.

I don't care...Thats not what I'll be looking at no way. Cmon Big head. Don't get all shy on me now.

He pretends to think about it before shaking his head. Nope.

Nuh-uh! Thats not fair!

Bae, what's not fair is you being so damned far away. I feel like I'm going fuckin mental over here. He sighs, visibly exasperated, he pushes his hair away from his face just for it to fall over his eyes again.

Exactly!! You exclaim looking into the camera. C'mon Cho.... Show me what I'm missing.

He relents, shaking his head over the full lipped pout you were giving him. He raises his phone and pans the camera down to show off all the prominent muscles as they flexed along his torso. He knew what you liked to see.

Ooh. You beamed, your face lighting up at the camera as you settled into a cozy spot in bed, ready to spend this night just like every other... laid up talking til the sun comes up.

…

As a vampire who never slept. He'd spend the daylight hours restricted to the confines of his home. And as a drummer. His nights were often spent playing bars and headlining secret shows, leaving those sleepless days wide open to sit around pining for the pretty girl who stole his heart.

The opposing schedules meant most nights were the same. Him just listening on the other end of the call,  many times staying long after you'd fallen asleep.  Rather than saying goodbye, you'd just nod off after a long comfortable silence.

Choso never complains about it though. Something about you sleeping was so gratifying. If he closed his eyes, your soft sighs would hum to him. Sobering yet siren-like. Momentarily easing the agony of the unbearable distance.

…

Tonight was no different. Eventually your sentences are shortened to half yawns and low sounding moans, your eyes lowerin, glittering with tired tears. He smiles to himself, knowing it wouldn't be long now before you drifted off.

He relaxes against the pillows. His half naked body buzzing as it always does at this hour. It's those steady breaths from you coming through his headphones and him visualizing the skimpy pink pajamas you wore stained with your blood when suddenly a soft thumping in his ears interrupts his daydream.

He glances at the screen and it's only a moment or two before he realizes what's happened.  You had to have been exhausted, given that the phone somehow ended up underneath you and you hadn't budged to correct it.

At first he calls your name a few times hoping to laugh about it with you, but then... he really listens.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

He perceives each and every pulsation with eager ears, obsessively committing the rhythm to memory. Without thinking, his hand begins to wander along his body, a whisper of your name threatening to escape the place it hung on the tip of his tongue. He slips his hand underneath the waist band, intending to do something about the intense straining happening there. A half moan erupts from his lips when he flinches from his own touch, his dick so swollen and tender that it aches.

He makes out every little impulse coming through his headphones. Now spreading the sappy pre-cum around himself and dragging it down along the shaft. Your heart thumps unsteadily, making his erection lurch responsively within his grip. His hips buck lightly off the mattress. Soft whimpers beginning escape through his clenched teeth while he fucks himself against his grip.

He swallows his whines, hoping his pathetic sounds won't wake you. But he's unable to stop. He draws his lip under his teeth, stifling his slutty cries as he edges himself to you. Pacing in time with the barely audible surging of blood from within your chest. He keeps up until his toes are curling and thick ropes of cum are stroked out over his stomach.

…

From then on, he went on thinking he was losing his mind. Day by day, he grew a little more infatuated with the girl that was stuck in his screen. He drove himself crazy obsessing over what it would feel like to lay his head against your chest and feel the motion of it bumping against his ear. He was so desperate to hear it again that he found himself behind his drum set, replicating the cadence that was set within your chest.

The night comes when he finally gets the chance to see you in person. And from the moment he spotted you in the crowd, he couldn't take his eyes off you. You sang and danced in the front row, like you were a mirage made manifest from his crazy obsessive fixation.

For so long you were only a bundle of pixels trapped in his phone that you started to feel like a dream...Your lips. Always un-kissable. Your body so agonizingly unreachable and the hold you had over him completely unshakable.

The set ends and he rushes off stage to find you. He downs a handful of drinks, listening to you struggle to talk over the music. He's barely feeling any of the alcohols affects but since you've indulged in a few yourself, you've come out your shell a little. He can tell how the fruity drinks are affecting your inhibitions as you stand and face him, a look of determination on your face.

Dance with me.

He lets you drag him onto the dance floor. He touches with slow hands, pulling until you were nestled perfectly against him. Once you were writhing in his grasp, letting you go was not an option. He welcomes the weight of your body against him, pulling your hips closer until your ass was crushed against his lap. The song is a fast one,  but steady tantric movements of your hips stir in tandem with the inner beat.

Holding you this way allows him to take his first real breath of you and suddenly the rest of the world falls away. He draws you closer, his arm resting heavy and possessively over your chest. Your intoxicating scent permeating his senses and altering his state of mind. His fingertips embark on a journey along the length of your body... Pursuing the hills and valleys of your curves till they met bare skin.

Your bodys response was immediate and electric.  Causing your odd little heart to misbehave, tempting him to taste you right where you stood.. Your body moves like art against him, afflicting his ability to remain in control.

He dips his head into the curve of your neck and presses his lips to your exposed skin, eliciting a sharp quiver to trail the length of your spine. Sly fingers gently began to toy with your nipples through your dress as he snuck a tiny nip at the crest of your shoulder, resulting in a feint lapse in the rhythm he had become completely spellbounded by.

You turn to face him, emboldened in your elated state. You step up on your toes to whisper in his ear that you were ready to go. He was almost too hopped up on the high you gave him to let you go, but he takes your hand in his and leads you away.

…

The car ride did you no favors and once you got back to his place, you were embarrassed to admit the alcohol had caught up to you. But he offers aspirin and water and invites you to his studio to put your feet up for a bit.

He helps you relieve yourself of your shoes, adorning you with sudden lengthy stares as he commits every aspect of you to memory.

Now that you were off your feet and you've hydrated. He could tell the alcohol was slowly wearing off. Your eyes shut as though you were lost in the music... Lying with your legs resting across his lap while you listened to some of his songs.

His hands begin caressing the soles of your feet. rubbing in tight circles, unwinding you knot by knot. He gives the right spot a firm squeeze, earning a moan that broke into a squealas his fingers trail a line along the inside of your foot. You giggle, nudging his crotch with your toes. Cho... that tickles.

What? ...This?? He mocks, letting his fingers continue their steady path up the inside of your calf. It's there that he stops to thrum out a little beat.

You laughed weakly wrestling your leg away from him. You and that drumming thing you do... it's cute.

He hadn't really realized he was doing it... but his favorite part of percussion was blaring through the speakers and bouncing perfectly off the soundproof walls. That which...unbeknownst to you was basically a musical rendition of your ekg.

How would you respond if you knew how obsessed he'd become with getting to this very moment?

You sit up, eyes still low from the lingering buzz. Giving him a look like something was on your mind.

I like this one...

He looks to you, his pale features blooming with color when he speaks. What would you say if...I told you this was you?

What do you mean?

You'll think I'm crazy if I try and explain it. Choso stares down at his hands now atop your thighs. It's ... Hard to put it into words...

Your expression brightens when you speak, helping to ease his nerves. Aww. Cho look at you blushing. You gotta tell me now. Cmon...pleease.

He's breaking apart at the seams, falling for everything about you. Your pulse stammers away in your excited state. And he's fixated, there's and aching his jaw, a sharpness ready to break through, when he bites his tongue, managing his control as best he can, all while continually rapping lightly over the little scar on your thigh.

It's you...

What?? You asked those endearing wide eyes affecting him in more ways than you knew.

This... he says gesturing to the sounds surrounding you. I memorized it. He utters astutely aware of the way your skin was smoldering beneath his finger tips.

Your eyes widen toward him and a certain melanated crimson warms your features under his gaze. Baby...you can hear that?

It's my favorite headache

You come closer but your heart stutters. Your favorite huh?

Mmhmm. My favorite. He repeats lowly and honeyed.

Let me see... You say extending your hand to him. You take his hand and place upon your chest... Now...you can feel it too.

His ghostly complexion reddens with desire. Your proximity is so mouthwatering that it alters him from each moment to the next. Your pulse yammers away under his palm causing the cascade of events currently taking place within him.

Abysmally deep wine colored eyes are suddenly overcast in a blood soaked tinge. A hungered gaze rests upon you… Riiight on the little spot just above your collar bone that was jumping frantically as your pulse quickened.

He wants you, more than he's ever wanted anything in his lengthy existence.

Its you. Its the blood. It's the touch. Its the way your lips are mere inches from his, impairing his ability to keep a humanly composure.

Just a taste y/n...please? he begs in a voice just barely rasping above a whisper.

His hand pushes up to your throat, wresting you closer to him so he can press his lips to your skin. You smell so good... I could just bite you right now. Bae...You just don't know...

The answer to his plea comes with your lips crashing into his.  He can hear the air escaping your lungs and feel the heavy thudding of your carotid jumping underneath his palm.

Slow movements of your tongue lap against his, and your head tilts to deepen the kiss. He feels your hand brushing over the stiff region under his jeans, and gasps into your mouth.

God your mouth... nectarous and your tongue artful. Drawing slick little circles around his own...Rousing a heady crescendo that builds in almost perfect timing with the music still playing in the background.

You clamor your way into his lap, feeding his appetite to feel you everywhere all at once. You shove him against the back of the couch as you settle neatly into his lap.

He tears your body free of your clothes, and buries his face in your chest. He drowns himself in your body heat, drawing a nipple between his teeth to tease and prod while pinching the other between his fingers.

Ahh. you cried curling your fingers into his hair giving his mouth free rein across your chest. His hips buck between your legs to let you grind into the opposing friction. Your rapid breaths aren't enough to drown out the soft wet gush coming from the place between your thighs. Your body responds so pleasingly to his touch and its causing the burning within him to deepen. He breathes you in deeper, his hands dipping between your legs to press into the wet imprint there. The slick feeling on his fingers has him unable to hold back now that he finally has you for himself.

The next moment he's ripping down his zipper and freeing himself with one hand and using it to drag his thickness through your leaky arousal. He coats your folds with the heady slick before pressing himself inside. Your walls cinch up, ensnaring him one mere inch at a time, until your nails are digging craters into his skin and you’re stretched tight around him.

Cho... That's so fucking deeeep! You wail half flinching.

Mmhmm.... I waited so long for you bae. He mutters into your skin finding it impossible to be gentle. His nose trails down the side of your neck, roughly bunting his cock into you. I need to taste you bae... Its all I think about. Please... Say yes.

Weakly, you finally nod, churning your hips against him when his fingers thread themselves into your hair. He yanks, roughly revealing the awaiting spot on your neck currently pulsing out of control. The sharp edged incisors erupt from their confines, ready to taste. Shh... I promise...It only hurts at first. He breathes only granting you a second to prepare for the sting that follows.

He sinks his teeth in deep, indulging without restraint. His bite is burning now as more of your essence slicks down his throat, inherently feeding the latent beast within him.

His movements grow harsh and erratic. Soft grunts rattle against your throat as the oncoming climax has your core bearing down around him and the elixir sweetens on his tongue. Your breaths are coming shallow and your strangled moans are dying as the rythym in your chest slows.

Choso acts swiftly. Releasing his teeth from you to bite into his wrist. He brings the hot liquid spilling from his veins onto your lips.

Drink, you'll be okay baby.

You obey, merely sipping at first...,Still lazily grinding yourself into his lap. The blood runs slower from your wound as it heals over and your body lingers on edge. He takes over, guiding your hips back and forth, holding so tight his fingers bruised your skin. He can feel the spongey center of your womb, tensing as he continued kissing that spot as repeatedly and as steadily as you needed it.

Cho... I.... Its too... You ramble on clutching him tighter as your climax left the words halted in your chest.

Fuuuck... don't wanna break you bae... but I need more. He moans out before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You scream his name in surprise and tremble in pain. Crying tears from your eyes and pussy.

He can't let himself hurt you, but you're too fucking good to let go of. You cling to him, gasping loud and ragged versions of his name, grinding down against his cock until your insides squinched and trembled.  The soppy elixir of the combined wetness  makes a mess of his lap.

This time he stops short of you passing out and finds what humanity he can tether himself to and regains control of his senses. He nips his finger to expel more of his blood. You suck it between your lips allowing the droplets to coat your tongue.

He lays your body against his couch. Eagerly searching for a taste of you before the spasms between your legs had even stopped.He kisses along your inner thigh, his fingers withdrawing from your lips to toy with your nipples. He pinches harshly, peppering your clit with concise movements of his tongue until the swollen bit vibrated.

He was leaking his own release as he tasted yours dripping down on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, teasing that little knot until it hardens under his tongue and another mind splitting release had you pulling on his pigtails.

He arises from between your legs, panting as he licked up the messy trail of blood that had spilled down your body. The tickle of his tongue slowly brings you back to life.

You'll let me have more... wont you baby. ???

You pant to him as he claims his place between your legs, and slides himself back with a sharp grunt when the new angle had you strangling his cock in a completely different way.

You're ok right? he mouths against your lips before kissing you. Blood and saliva mix between his lips and yours. He slides away and pushes back again,  fucking you stupid, cutting out a perfect metronome with his hips meeting yours to the soundtrack of you own making. A soft smack sounds as his mouth separates from yours, leaving them bruised.

Yesss, God you feel so good. Bae. Mmm please come for me, he moans out feeling his body shake as he was ready to let go with you. He finally loses his rhythm. His thrusts become shallower, dragging our your climax until your nails cut into his back. Fuuuck Cho—.

Bae.. its so good I cant stop. You can keep taking me right??

Something about the half dazed look in your eye makes it hard not to keep after you. He could feel it again...

Even as your body tries to give out. He can't stop himself. Not until he could fill you up, again and again until smell his scent lingered on you. If he could procreate, you would've been pregnant for sure.

He lost count of how many times he fucked you. Right now all that mattered was this.

Thump-thump Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Choso... you ask lazily running your fingers through his hair while his head rests against your chest. You could've told me ya know. I don't care that you're a vampire.

Endings kill me.😩

[duchesskatriel]

I came up with this AU a couple of months ago, and since a moot encouraged me to share with the class I might as well (plus I also wanna draw this AU lol)

I'll call this au Be Born as a placeholder rn lol

SO this au starts right after HMS managed to find a way to end the loop, and they harmonise permanently. Whole basically gains the courage to confess to his crush (still don't have a name for her) and she also confesses her mutual feelings, Blah Blah Blah, they date, yada yada yada, they get married and have a pair of twins.

I also have to say that Whole, whom I will call CJ from this point forward (Does NOT mean Chonny Jash, its a diff name, same acronym) is aware and remembers HMS quite a bit. Most of his memories/knowledge of them has faded since the harmonising was over 6 years ago, but he still remembers a few key details like their roles, some of their names and a blurry image of what they look like.

Soo like the VERY FUNCTIONAL human being CJ is, decides to name his twin sons after two of the voices in his head. Wow, clap for the man everyone whoooo-. The names he uses are Artemis and Apollo. A year later, they have another child whom he names, say it with me! ATLAS WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED AHH. Atlas was born on the same day as Artemis and Apollo so you'd argue their triplets lol.

OHHH this is a normal au there couldn't possibl- SIKE THIS SHET HAS ✨️MAGIC✨️ BECAUSE PLAIN HIGH SCHOOL AUS ARE OVERRATED /J /SILLY /LH

And this is where I ruin the au🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

OK SO during the time the twins still weren't born, Heart began to wonder what it must be like to live life as your own person, to have a childhood, go school- etc etc (HMS split up into existence when CJ was 18 not too long before he dropped out of college) he starts rambling to Mind and Soul about this, Mind tries to shrug it off as a plain "What if" sanario or daydream but also ends up thinking the same.

This is also fueled by the fact that they spent majority of their existence fighting each other never living an even remotely normal day in their life.

Soul wants both of them to be happy, plus he also starts to get infected with this desire and curiosity. SO he somehow finds out he can cut off a prong of the trident and make it a dagger which he can link Heart or Mind to making them particularly function as a soul.

Soul also wants to be with his halves so he asks for Heart's blindfold and Mind's crown to create a puppet that can serve thr roles of all three of them. Which he names Harmonia (AYO OMORIHMS AU FORSHADOWING?!?!?!)

Harmonia is basically a perfect copy of CJ lol. Soul leaves Harmonia alone to look after CJ with his trident(now pretty much a spear) a crown of a ruler who has stepped down from his throne and a blindfold used to protect its previous wearer from the blinding lights of the Sun.

You can kinda just ignore that part if you want (still on the fence with it but I'll most likely go with it) cus it doesn't really effect the story if you were to erase it. All that happens mostly is Deju Vu

I don't really need to explain which HMS is which kid hah.

I'm now gonna explain the three kids.

First is Artemis, who is TECHNICALLY the older twin (he came out first). Artemis is based on the right brain being not only the emotional side but also the creative and artistic side. So yes... he is an artist. Quite extroverted, still likes his peace and quiet, yeahhhh

Second is Apollo, the "younger" twin (funny because he's the tallest out of the three). Ehh, you know the drill, straight A's student... hot nerd even (JOKE. DONT KILL ME. NO. NUH UH. I WAS JOKING EH) the classic "grades over mental health because" guy. Monotone and deep voice but is surprisingly approachable (unless he put you on his "No likey" list based on first impressions lol).

Last but not least, Atlas, the poor younger sibling who keeps getting caught in the crossfire between his two older siblings. He's more on the athletic side, being hockey team (suggested by randa). The most energetic of the three, as a kid, he often asked his brothers to play with him, which is why the trio grew up to be really close.

Uhhhh some trivia/fun facts to maybe explain their characters a bit more:

• Apollo and Artemis "fight" from time to time but its mostly "YOU FATASS, YOU ATE ALL MY KITKATS" then dramatic pause then "Dad made waffles."

• Apollo's favourite book is No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai.

• Artemis is the shortest of the three and gets flamed by Apollo about it

• CJ doesn't have a favourite child

• Apollo is the one that sits on the front passenger seat of the car, and will die fighting for it.

• Apollo is a cat person while Artemis is a dog person.

• Sexualities

Apollo: Bi

Artemis: Gay

Atlas: AroAce

• Ages:

Apollo and Artemis: 16

Atlas: 15

• Aollo's fashion taste is dark academia

• Atlas and Apollo did karate for 8 years

• Despite this, Artemis poses the most threat to the average bypasser

• CJ's wife works abroad on a cruise. She only sees her family atleast once a year

• Atlas used to have a childhood dog named....wait for it..... DARREL

• Atlas has more then one occasion, forced Apollo to dance Rasputin on just dance.

•Apollo's sleep schedule is so bad he's immune system is absolute trash

• Artemis once forgot to lock his room during a family gathering and came back to one of his younger cousins scribbling on one of his paintings.

• Artemis dislikes the idea of having kids for that reason

• Artemis was struggling on a question so hard his tutor had to ask Apollo for help because neither could they figure it out.

Yeah that's all for now, CYA

[just-call-mefr1es]

AAAAA I JUST REMEMBERE

so a while back when ghe aus were getting popular, me, someone whos been watching several analog horror stuff for a while, was like ‘oh wait i should try somethign like that!’ and hwre we are. if was supposed to be a silly lil local 58 au wit luna going batshit eveil but then i was like🤨🤨 waitt,,, this has potential,,,,, and now this au has a mixture of loval 58 and my own stuff.

so basically this takes place somewhattt before the moon revolvtion and earth is still a stuck up jerk, although in this au luna managed to convince titsn to not moon revolutiojn strike thing (i needa rewatch the episodes😿) and they go their separate ways. tdsotm is a lot more bitter here, and is reallyyyy starting to hate earth, so he’s constranky telung luna to yell at him or anything but lunas like ‘nuh uh’. asteroid dodgeball comes in and luna gets smacked real hard by oje and dies. jk, they just get too weak to twke ofer the body and dark’s like ‘hey, this is an opportunity” and takes over. then boom. since dark is more 🤬🤬 st earth thr first thing he wasnt to do is kill the earth, but then luna (they can still speak to dsrk, like how dark used to speak to luna n shit, but theyre uust less powerful now) convinces him not to do any real harm to earth and darks like ‘youre right! we should kill the earthlings.’

lunas like ‘what.’ dark doesnt give a shit, but then gets an idea to rebel against the planets, just like how the usual moon revolution played out. also when dark is in control, he has way more power and can do crazy shit (like- whatever the fuck was happening in local 58), just thought id say that. anygays, hes planning a revolution, but with way more force n pressure n shit because well planets suck in his perspective, so youd think he and europa would get along. im not gonna answer that.

ergh that was weird wirded and j dont really want ti check over it. if u have questions, ask ig, my minds not in place rn but i just wanted to get thisnout erghh😿😓😓

anddd i arted

[anarchofeedism]

i just want a bottom to edge me by baking for me with nothing on except an apron, coming up to me and teasing me with their ass and thighs just out of reach, making a big show of bending down to look into the oven, getting me excited until im a puddle of moans, and pre-cum, and hunger. when their masterpiece is done baking, im finally able to touch what was hidden by the apron: only as long as i keep eating. im sitting with legs splayed out and taut, stretched belly folding over itself and my widening thighs (im already huge from the sodas they made me mindlessly down earlier, when we were doing other things, to increase my capacity). my little chef straddles me, still wearing the apron—and nothing but—and i run my hand along their their thighs, indulging in the sweetness of their food and body. maybe i stop, to take a breath, and they pull away, a teasing nuh-uh, and i whimper in horny desperation for their touch (and, as they train me better and better, craving equal parts thr touch of their body and its prerequisite, the taste of rich desserts). did we we plan for me to eat this whole cake in one sitting, i find myself asking? no, if we didnt, they would have stopped feeding it to me. and i've already finished more than half of it, who wants scrappy leftovers of any smaller? besides, my mowing, thrusting hips can hardly contain themselves, and if the only way to satiate them was the feeling of my feeder's body, the only thing i could do was eat. i want them to dote on my speed and appetite with a purring, satisfied pleasure as i pull their ass onto my lap and grope their thighs. i want them to grope the overhang swallowing up my waistband, brushing their fingers almost accidentally across my cock hard against the fabric as they playfully jiggle my belly and grope my love handles that they knoe they had a hand in creating. my strained stomach is less of a concern to me than my horny desperation to the point im practically mewling for more food from my partner if if means i keep my hands on them. i do this until the plate is empty, my mind and belly full of sweet nothings, and my cock finally gets the reward it wanted

[miss-tc-nova]

Bad Game of Chicken - Xehanort x Fem!Reader Pt 5 Finale

The end of our drama! Hope you enjoyed it. It was fun to write two headstrong-ish characters facing off. Usually I have a shy or generally sweet character to counterbalance the strong personality, but this was fun. 

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Part 5: Prisoner’s Dilemma

Two criminals are arrested and told they can betray the other for a lesser sentence. If they both stay silent, there’s a one-year sentence each. If one betrays the other, the first goes free while the other gets a three-year sentence. If both talk, they both get a two-year sentence.

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              I couldn’t sleep last night, not with the bombardment of memories and self-depreciative thoughts raining down on me. Having him at my mercy is a drug I probably couldn’t resist given another opportunity, but at the same time, it’s Xehanort: the very person who got me in this mess and is always trying to tear me down. That was a challenge last night and this is a game—but somewhere along the way, it stopped being a game for me. I fell for my own con. And I’m worse off than when I hated him.

              Eyelashes flutter in the blinding light. With a grumble, I roll, waiting for my vision to stop playing games and show me the time on my alarm clock—the broken alarm clock.

              I’ve never gotten ready for class faster in my entire life. In hopes of snatching anything for breakfast before class starts, I race into the cafeteria. My timing is terrible as a member of staff is exiting at the same time with a very hot cup of coffee. Apologies spew from my mouth while the drink soaks my arm, scalding as it drips. Food becomes no longer worth my time when the bell rings. I hear the staff member call me back but class has started.

              Lungs are set to burst and my heart is painfully sprinting by the time I barge into the classroom. Everyone is there, staring at me like a wild animal entered instead of a classmate.

              “You’re late,” Master Odin states sternly. “We were worried that you were sick.”

              “I’m sorry, Master,” I reply, bowing deeply. The muscles in my arm spasm from the sting.

              “What happened?”

              “…I slept in.”

              “Yes, but what happened to your arm?”

              Coffee stains the fabric of my sleeve, some dried along my hand, masking some of the raw skin. “An accident—I bumped into someone and they spilled coffee on me. It was my fault.”

              “Even so, you should go to the infirmary and have them take a look at it.” He gives me no chance to protest. “Go on.”

              “Yes Master.”

              So I slump my way to the infirmary where they clean and wrap the burn. By the time they’ve finished with me, I’ve missed the first segment of class. A variety of expressions are given as I reenter the class.

              Coming to class today was useless other than the attendance. I can’t focus, still plagued by worries and revelations. It doesn’t help that I’m staring at the back of his head during lectures and avoiding his gaze during work. I don’t want to talk to him right now; I know he’s just going to try to pry what happened from me and I don’t want to deal with that right now.

              Somehow, I manage to decently play off all the distress; when it finally does come down to interacting with the boy he doesn’t seem to suspect a thing—the game’s still on. Still, I let him know Urd is going to let me join her study group to help me better understand the material I missed. My information is casually accepted and we part ways after class.

              Studying goes about as well as one might expect of an internally dysfunctional person. Even just sitting here, it’s almost as if a seething guilt is seeping through me. It’s a competition between two people who despise each other but, here I am, happy and content in a relationship with my arch enemy who could never return those feelings. Oh and the pain that shoots through my heart at the thought that every nice thing he does is all just a strategy to win this stupid thing is unbearable. Gods, it dwarfs the broken bones and concussions I’ve received from keyblade training. I knew better than to agree to this game.

              Apparently, my anxiety shows as Urd slams her book shut and announces, “Alright, that’s it. I can’t take it anymore.” Everyone is surprised but I tense when she turns on me. “What happened?”

              My response doesn’t come easy. “I-Wh-What? What are you talking about?”

              An accusing finger juts out at me. “Last month you and Xehanort were prepared to push each other off a cliff and then suddenly you two are still at each other’s throats but holding hands and going on dates?!”

              “Urd,” Hermod hisses. “That’s none of our business.”

              “They’re our friends! Look at her—she’s miserable! Of course it’s our business!” She’s got me dumbfounded. “Sure they seemed happy for like three weeks but clearly it’s not working out anymore!”

              Bragi interjects, “What did you expect from two people who hated each other? Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen Xehanort as upset as when he brought her back with that black eye.”

              I don’t like how they’re talking about us as if I’m not here. Urd turns back on me and I take it back: I wish they’d pretend I wasn’t here. “So? What’s going on?”

              “I…” The beating in my ears is deafening and that ache in my chest is running rampant. “I gotta go.”

              Hastily sweeping my books into my bag, I leave the trio behind. On my way out, I hear Bragi. “Good going, Urd. They’re probably in the middle of a break up.”

              But we were never actually together… The thought taunts me all the way back to my room. This is stupid. They don’t even know what they’re talking about. This is all just a stupid game that I never should’ve agreed to. And why is he so damn good at it?! Gods, how could I let myself screw up like this?! How could I fall for him?!

              Locked away in my room, I try to sort out this drama I’ve built up around myself. Hours pass in the emotional agony of reminding myself that this is a game made so one of us could embarrass the other—so he could embarrass me. We’re still adversaries; we’ve always been adversaries. For not a single moment of this last month have we been anything more than players in this bad game of chicken.

              An interruption comes just as it’s getting dark out.

              The knock is startling, causing me to kick my desk chair. Not another muscle moves in hopes that my mistake wasn’t loud enough.

              I was wrong and my boyfriend calls out, “I can hear you in there, doll. Let me in.”

              Dammit. “Go away.”

              “If you don’t open this door, I’m gonna kick it in.”

              “Xehanort—”

              “One.” Shit. “Two.” He means it. “Thr—”

              I tear the door open before I lose the privilege of having one. By the front of his clothes, he gets pulled inside and the room slams closed again. Facing him becomes a problem; I don’t want to reveal the distress I’ve been wallowing in since I last saw him.

              “Alright, spill it,” he orders. “What’s the matter with you?”

              An automatic response slips from my mouth. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

              “Then look at me.” I don’t. “Geeze, you���re a pain. Tell me what’s wrong.”

              There’s no answer for him—at least not one that I want to give. Rubbing at my eyes, I turn back. “I said nothing. Did you need me for something?” He needs to go ASAP.

              Brows knit together but that look of pity burns in my stomach. “Yeah, that doesn’t matter anymore. Why are you crying?”

              Fists curl so tightly nails dig into my palms in an attempt to remain in control. “Didn’t you hear me? I said it was nothing. So if you don’t need me for anything, get out,” I order.

              Arms fold, signaling his stubborn mode. “Nuh uh. That’s not how this works. Tell me what’s wrong.” Teeth grit together to hold in my tribulations. “C’mere.”

              He reaches for me, but I swat his hand aside. “Don’t touch me!”

              “Then tell me why you’re upset.”

              “No! Leave me alone!” If he keeps pushing, I’m going to break and I’m not prepared for that.

              Xehanort does indeed push, but not in the way I expect. Up against the corner, he’s got me pinned, planning to keep me here until I talk.

              “Get off me!” Gods, the tears are not helping my case.

               “You listen to me—as long as we’re dating, there are no secrets. You got that?” I glare in defiance yet he doesn’t relent. “Do you hear me? Not from you and not from me.”

              This game has come to a head—I’m done playing.

              “FINE!” I roar. All the force I can muster goes into shoving him off me, nearly toppling the man. “I QUIT!”

              That’s clearly not what he was anticipating. “What?”

              “I DON’T WANNA PLAY YOUR STUPID GAME ANYMORE!” Oh, I wasn’t even close to prepared for this level of breakdown: the tears are free, I’m going to ruin my voice, and I may collapse if my knees continue to rattle. “DO YOU HEAR ME?! I GIVE UP! YOU WIN!”

              In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve yelled at Xehanort, insulted him, ignored him, and even attacked him, but this appears to be a new level for him.

              Storming towards him, I jerk him towards the door. “Now GET! OUT!”

              Xe prevents himself from being shoved out but doesn’t look back. “Why?”

              “I don’t have to justify my reasons to you!” I snap. “I don’t want to play this stupid game anymore! You win; isn’t that enough for you?!”

              His response doesn’t come immediately. “No.”

              That strikes hesitation in me. Shaking it off, I shove towards the door once again. “Well I don’t care! It’s over! Get out!”

              Again, he resists me. “No—not until you tell me why you’re quitting.”

              “I. Don’t. Want. To. Play! That’s all the reason I need!” So much for ASAP—my willpower is deteriorating and I’ll probably have my breakdown in full view of the last person I wanted to see.

              When he takes my face to force my gaze, his grip is almost painful. Teeth bare as he snarls, “Fine! Then tell me why you don’t want to play!”

              For the second time, I shove him off me. “BECAUSE IT’S NOT A GAME TO ME ANYMORE!”

              That’s it—I’m done. I’m broken. I may never be able to face him again; I can’t even bare to look at him now. Knees hit the floor and fists futilely attempt to keep the devastation contained. Anger and heartbreak are both equal culprits in my sobbing and I just can’t believe I let myself fall this far.

              Before I completely comprehend what’s happening, my hands are pried away from my face. The next second surprises me—those unforgettable lips press against mine, full of a different kind of emotion than last night. I don’t know what to think or how to feel, so I just let it happen.

              Leaning back, Xe passes a thumb across my cheek. A soft adoration plays on his face—something unseen before but much needed to mend my self-battered heart.

              “Good.” Hatred and sorrow begin melting, creating more tears. “I was starting to think you always kiss like that in games like this—not that it stopped me from wishing I was the only one you kissed like that.” The exhale is shaky with relief. Arms pull me in, fingers trailing through my hair. “Stop crying. I’m not going anywhere, you big crybaby.”

              A month ago, I would’ve glared daggers or even spat back my own insult, but now I know it’s just an attempt to lighten the mood.

              A breathy laugh escapes me. “I hate you so much.”

              “Just wait until I pay you back for this hickey.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Me and Declan shopping for Annabelle's Christmas and i said oh that's for little kids to,keep,them,in bed

"Abu would"

"You bet I dam did!! All the way around the queen bed!! You and your sleep walking! I found yoh all the way in the dam street!!"

"Well why did you let,me,get so far?"

"The guard found you! I was sleeping! He said you wanted to,go,swimming in,the big pond! What the hell and you began beating Him he touched you! They left two with you and one came to get me!! You told me they were beating you making your feet hurt by not allowing you to wall and making you stand in the street on the tiny rocks in the concrete! I nearly killed them all!! And you were still sleeping!!! I only understand when you began to walk because I told you i knew a short cut the other way and you said "I like you. You let me walk so i stand on the rocks less. You don't beat me like them. You let my feet in the air" I started to laugh so hard and You took me back to the hostel room and i took you to the bed and you pointed to the window and you sais "see? I want to swim but it's too small the bathtub is bigger" I nearly died laughing you thinking the moonlight was water. So i locked your ass I bed and all the little kids, too! They beat me they make me stand you said! My feet need to be in the air!! This girl!" He laughs

So, what happen was Abu's mom would tell me to wake up and go outside... And i would open my eyes and be awake but go back to sleep... But its like going to sleep and you're hungry and so you get up and cook after waking up again...

Except she would pretend to lift my soul out my body and tell me i might die if i didn't get up and tell me to go outside.

And so when i would get up my blood pressure would change rapidly and when I would drop i would go back to a sleep state..

So that night i saw Tom (Jeremiah) leaving the parking lot from the hostel. They left their kids with us (Sara had two boys, Jeremiah/Tom had Declan. I met Sara cause her 4 year old was in the same day care as my 4 year old and we all became friends and we would always be at my house, Me and her with thr kids or at the park or doing something for the kids to play and have fun. His dad was there awhile and they shared a suite and i didn't sleep walk but then when his dad went home, Tom went on the prowl) and i saw her red SUV slam on the breaks, start to back up (Abu's mom appeared next to me and,told me to look the other way but I looked down and tilted my head but i could still see him faintly in the corner of my eye) then go into drive, accelerate really fast around a corner then swoop from the opposite direction into a parking space.

Then Tom appeared looking dishelved and worried "how did you know i was leaving?!"

"Did you just come back?"

"Why do you keep doing this to me Sabrina?!"

"You know what? When i went to the lake i wanted to kill myself. You want to kill me?" I was remembering this drive that was weird,that he went on in Okmulgee when he was living with Stephanie and he was telling meall these places he went that were secluded and about living,in,a cave

"What? No"

"So is that same human! Leave him alone!" I was, thinking about his sons...

"Why is she holding your hand? Why did she just disappear?!?!"

"Hey are you Keith?"

"No!! Well my dad would say yes But I've changed since then so i would say no"

Matt came out then "hey what are you two doing out here?" He had been sleeping on the couch and i told him Hi and Bye as i had left the hotel "stay here and don't move. Especially you Tom" he said Tom with disdain

"I told you there was a shadow there!! Dont get Abu!!" Wailed Tom

"You didn't say it out loud!"

"When i was with Stephenie i learned you aren't as important to me as Sara"

My blood pressure was dropping steadily and this was more than enough and my head was heavy and i needed my bed.

"I need a pillow"

"WHY IS THERE A GUN POINTED AT ME??!"

"GUN? That's not the right one!!" I was starting to loose consciousness and there was a man standing opposite of me,ready to kill Tom with the wrong gun, a gun that wasn't mine where was my gun from the golden tree?" I thought to myself

"It was stolen. They put it in the grill because it has wheels. Not now Don't do that to me"

"I need help"

"NO!" Yelled,the guard "go get Abu!" He said to the other "and turn around!"

One was,behind me.. I could feel his arm.. I knew I could slide down his body to slow my fall as long as he didn't move I wouldn't get too hurt when I hit,the ground.

"Or just move!" Matt pushed him out the way but i already had my plan and my brain was all just sit and don't hurt the tail bone i got this. he ended up holding my arm near the elbow "uh sorry.. She was"

"No it's okay I only got her by the wrist you got her higher you were more equipped for her safety

"Well if you're going to hold me prisoner at least do it equally! Here Matt on the wrist."

"Uh uh. No,way Jose"

"Hey you're my brother! Swim?! In a few?? Here sit! Sit! Everyone sit!" They did and a car passed "in the middle of the Goddam street!!"

"What is every one doing? Why is Tom against the fence but everyone is in thr street you tell me that he is the only one with sense? My girl what you do?!"

"Look I am in prison"

"No she isn't and we aren't going swimming"

"My brother is such a killjoy"

"Why are you in your bare feet? Come on my lovely" he brushed the debris from my feet. "Did you die, yet again in the road? Why are your hands hurt?"

"She tried to get up---" explained Matt

"She tried to get up, sir, but she wasn't ready--"

"No, someone touched me from that - from his side - the guard's"

"He push??"

"No like I'm something lovely" the guard across from us, matt and Tom started laughing..

"Sir, come here please" the guard across from us said and Abu asked him to stand to discuss. He did then sat again but Abu said not in the street.

"He told me" Abu started to laugh "oh God please excuse me"

"What did he tell you that's so funny?!" Demanded Matt

"That YOU TOUCHED MY HONEY LIKE AHE BELONGED TO YOU and whats so funny" he began to laugh again. "Matt where were you when she fell?!?! Here maybe you can see I, my palm" suddenly Matt's fist went over his mouth laughing then he began to cry then was on his knees full of laughter. A car drove by again slowly and continued past but in my mind it stopped and in my mind kidnapped Matt

"Shoot that car!" The guard did and the car door opened and the man opened the door and fell out,hanging by his seat belt

"That was Obama's..." Said Abu

"She said to"

"Oh well. Why did you touch my honey? Why do you sit so close? What is her butt to you?"

"Just hurry, that guy is trying to wake up and I don't want him to shoot anyone he isn't supposed to, you know he has a gun"

"WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY HONEY???"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO!!"

"Oh you know he didn't do anything let's go in"

"No. I -- I"

"In Abu. I said. IN! LET'S GO IN. I SAID TO HURRY!"

I jumped up and began to run to the fence, finally the guard with the gun saw what i saw and yelled to Abu & Matt to run inside the courtyard.

Halfway to our room a car door slammed and i jumped in surprised shock, terror and fear

"Why! Why so jumpy!" Asked Abu irritated

I swooshed in front of Matt stopping him, literally stepping on the foot he had down and under the foot he had in the air and pulled Abu in front of me but he pushed me off rudely. "Abu not into the daylight. Come stay in the darkness" No one had shut the gate and Abu's mouth dropped open. He apologized then huddled against my body like he was scared 'get off! Just kidding what is going on? I thought he dead'

"How come you guys can kill people and i can't?" Bothered Tom

"We didn't look"

"What?"

"Wait he will come again"

We all looked and saw blood splurtting from the man's chest as he drove.

"He should not be breathing like that" then we all heard a gurgle then a car crash and a horn honking constant and in our mind we could see him on the horn

"Guard go"

"No, please i can do this"

We heard a deafening shot and the car horn stopped

"Now guard go"

"Wait he needs to see this"

Jesse James 1 appeared in the court yard "BRING ME MY GUN!!!"

"I'm sorry! I will! I will!"

The office for the hotel light turned on. "Oh shit. Every one sit,Sit. In the shade, okay hurry. I will sleep. Move the car when you can shhh. Its sleep"

"No but i want to know what Tom said to you when i left"

"Can't" I literally went to sleep with my head on my hand. My elbow on the arm rest of the chairs.

The hotel office clerk came out and approached... And i heard apologies and Abu grabbed my wrist "come on let's go" and my head fell and hit the arm rest hard and the clerk asked if i was drugged or drunk or sleep walking or what

"No its so much blood you need to get out. You can't stay in. Its not your body. Quit doing things. I know and the car is red. Stop talking and just go"

So the guard got a flashlight and showed none of us were bloody while the gun hid in the dark corner and the clerk said to see if I could get inside the room...

"Come on. Honey. Honey. Come with me. Time to wakey wakey"

"No I'm not bloody. I want swimming. In clean. Clean water. Honey you have me swimming in,schedule to now?

"You got to be kidding me no way."

"That's what i keep saying" said Matt. "Why does,it,feel like i stepped on spikes when i stepped on her?"

"Nuh uh honey... WHAT?!?! Stepped on spikes?!"

"Look at my shoe!! There's holes In it!!"

"Ah ha! My foot feels better! Okay let's go! No can't someone hit me in the head it hurts me"

"You fell on your face. Outside early"

"Let me reset her. What did Tom say to you when I walked in?" Said matt

"Oh!! Me!! Come on! Lets go inside!"

"Okay Whatever"

I started to rush to our room but stopped and turned and gave Matt a hug "thanks for not saving me. Its okay. It was good. Come on"

"Come. Lets. Honey! Honey!!"

The guard was brushing his chest and pointing to Matt to tell him to brush off where i had hugged him and Matt was all dude whatever and so the guard pointed the gun at him. My face was pointed at Abu who had his back to,the guard. Another guard asked Abu if he saw that shit. The 3rd came and said the car indeed needed to be moved

And what Abu said earlier did happen while i was heading to the guard he was a dead man...

Except i told Abu quit fucking around because Abu didn't see him go to the car and was going after him and i told Abu "Abu i need Your hand don't take it away from me" while matt held open the door to the room

In the room Abu saw my face in the light "oh my god! You look like roadkill! That is not funny at all!!" He laughed "but it is!! You looked like God picked you up and threw you to the ground face first with your legs dangling in the air"

"That's how my hips broke. But now all of me hurts. You hand needs to go south, it needs to go to Australia"

"No get in bed. Let me show you"

"Let me go wash"

"What did Tom say to you?" Matt sat on the edge of the bed

"He said I was No longer as important to him as Sara he learned with Steph"

"Iwant you to know he's lying to you. Abu said he would kill him if hes still into you. Remember that. All Tom is is a liar. Okay?"

"Mmhmm yeah i already knew that and apparently so is Keith"

"Did he admit that to you?"

"Yes he sure did"

"You want to go to China??? Because that is how far im going to bury you if you're here when i get up. You know you're not allowed in the room. You know what happened to the last one."

"But sir"

"But sir nothing" Abu shut the door. "Now how did she know that,guy was moving. Show me"

He had a slow bleed but fast enough for a puddle but he looked like he was trying to jerk himself up. And I could see in my mind him thinking of different ways to get up to shoot back but at the same time he wanted to see why we were sitting in the street and wondering how to report to Obama. So he was alive with energy and planning to use it. So we checked and he was in Hell.

"No one saw that but you!" Said Matt

"I know, because everyone was looking at Abu. Just like when I saw that sniper on that trailer roof the other night. Everyone looks at the Boss but that's it"

"She said he admits to being Keith now tonight"

"Oh i know! Oh to you! Her!!!?? Oh may be he has changed... Oh but Idk..."

Abu told matt to go to find about the man

When Matt opened the door "BUT SIR THERE WAS NO BODY ONLY SAND!!"

"Oh i have to kill him. Cant you please wait?"

"No you"

"Oh fine let me get undressed"

"I closed my eyes and then..." A loud cannon went off and sand exploded all over the living room and bounced all over the walls

Declan said "WHAT THE HELL?!" from his room in a WTF is going on now and why do i have to deal with this shit tone and kept repeating it through his mood swing... Until it landed on okay cool back to bed... After a series of amazement and approval and giggles

Matt walked in backwards

"It's ok you can look. She did it. She blew him up"

Matt turned around "you could had warned me first!! Just look at Me!! Im covered in guts of of of a person!!!"

"Yeah but you look like glitter. We shall now,call you glitter man. Its alright open your eyes we are all in clothes and look at yourself and look outside. Its all safe"

"Where did you?!" Matt and Abu said together.

"Its the Smithsonian!" I covered the blanket with my head which meant something totally different to each Matt and Abu

Matt yanked the covers off my head

"Ah man its you!"

"Huh?"

"We had a bird (parrot) and so when we covered it it would be quiet so we would do it to ourselves or each other" explained Matt. "Tell me what the fuck you said and waht did you just do and why am I covered in human glitter"

"It's gold. Come on. I'm bored. Ask God"

"Okay Honey, just a minute, come here Matt"

So then they decided to go to the car and I wanted to go too

"Will you get me my shoes baby?"

"Idk where they are"

"Matt does"

Matt handed me my shoes and I motioned for him to lean down and i kissed his cheek because we always did that as kids because that's how our mom did.

"Thanks baby. Okay let's go!"

Abu checked the kids and they were all asleep including Declan.

The car was pushed into a parking spot like i said to and it was covered in sand like dirt all like it had been buried. The puddle of blood was also just dirt but more ash like.

The next day Jesse James 1 cleaned out the car to have the dirt analyzed and reported it was just sand from elephant butter because that's what the lab had said. But it was untrue. The lab lied.

Abu told him to give him the gun but jesse replied it was covered in vines and couldn't be touched. He said it had spikes all over it so he put it in a large clear cake sized box and vines grew all over it and the lid and began taking over the car and even was trying to unbuckle them in the front seat

We didnt see any of that but when Abu picked up the gun a small seedling curled up and disappeared and turned into a dry leaf.

"No baby here look"

Abu crushed it in anger for being lied to

"Babe! Will you stop with it being bull shit!!"

"Who are you talking to? Not I!"

"Next you are going to say i don't love you!! Here dumb ass!"

The leaf was solid again uncrumpling as i handed it to him and it flashed between a seedling and leaf "oh alright" he turned his palm over and it slowly drifted to the ground twisting and flipping over as it fell... Once it fell we heard a loud boom like a car explosion.

"Alright who died?"

Declan ran to the red car the man had been driving "nope it's still there"

Jesse got off the ground and ssid "I,think I,was dead for a minute"

"Did you hit the deck? Chicken shit"

[awhitehead17]

Tiny Tim (part three)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Chapter summary: Kon and Tim go shopping. 

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“No seriously. I hate you.”

“Love you to Tim.”

“Asshole.”

“Hey! Don’t use that language.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I can do whatever the hell I want.”

Kon sighs and just lets it go, because seriously, dealing with an adult Tim was hard enough as it is (as much as he loves Tim, he can still be a pain the ass) but toddler Tim, is just a nightmare. He watches with amusement as Tim crosses his arms over his chest and then proceeds to glare up at Kon. Well he attempts to glare, Tim’s big innocent looking eyes doesn’t make the glare at all intimidating and the pout on his face just makes him look adorable.

Kon smirks down at him, “Well if you insist on avoiding your family this is something we have to do and I’m not allowing you to just swim in your own shirts and boxers for the next month.”

Tim rolls his eyes, “We don’t need to go wasting money on useless shit.”

“Language.” Kon scolds him again.

“You normally don’t have a problem with it.”

Kon gives Tim a look, “That’s when you’re 20, not 4.”

Tim looks away from him, “I still don’t see why you had to put me in a trolley.”

“Because if I didn’t I would look like a bad ‘parent’ if I didn’t. You’re state of dress is already enough to raise eyebrows, I don’t need you to go walking around parading your badly dressed state. The last thing we need is for you to get taken away from me because of child services.” Tim rolls his eyes again but stays quiet. Conner continues to push the trolley around the shop they stopped in on the way to Metropolis.

Pretty soon after getting out of bed Conner changed into his civilian clothes and then tried to dress Tim up as much as he could. Tim was still swimming in one of his own t-shirts, but this time Conner had tried to give Tim some cover up on his legs by using some old boxers he had lying around.

It’s not ideal but it covers Tim up for the most part until they get something better. What didn’t help was Tim’s constant complaints of him not being a child, them not needing to go out and buy clothes and how it’s a whole waste of time. Kon was ready to bash his head against the wall by the time he was done. He didn’t however, from there he picked Tim up and headed for Metropolis but along the way he stopped in a shop, because he needed to get Tim some proper clothes.

That’s when the next problem came. Tim wouldn’t get in the goddamn trolley. Tim just outright refused to get in the trolley, he even went as far as stamping his foot down on the ground. At that moment Kon was completely lost at what to do, Tim was practically throwing a temper tantrum and he had no idea on what to do to make Tim quiet down. There was no way Kon could let Tim walk around, with his state of dress and lack of shoes it would raise a lot of suspicion.

Having no idea on what else to do Kon simply picked Tim up and forced him into the child compartment part of the trolley, he even used his TTK to keep him there. After a moment of struggling Tim gave up and finally accepted defeat. Thankfully there was no one around at that time to witness Kon’s struggle with the toddler. Now that would have been embarrassing.

But that leads them up to where they are now, which was strolling through the shop looking for the clothes section. Finding it Kon stops at the boy’s toddler section and stares at it blankly, there’s all different variations of t-shirts, pants, shoes in all different colours and sizes with different cartoon characters on them. He doesn’t know Tim’s size in anything, (well at least in children sizes at least, adult size he definitely knows).

He stares blankly at the section for a good few minutes before he hears laughing coming from his side. He turns and sends Tim a glare, “Dude not helping at all. You’re supposed to be helping me here.”

Tim opens his mouth to say something back at Conner, but he was cut off from a voice behind Kon, “Excuse me sir.”

Kon turns around and is face to face with a woman who’s standing a bit too close for comfort. She’s around her mid-thirties who appears to work in the shop as she’s wearing a uniform. Kon looks over her cautiously, this is the first time they’ve been approached since Tim has been turned into this body. Taking a step away from her he asks, “Yes?”

The woman smiles widely, “I was just going to ask if you needed any help, I’ve seen you stare at this section for over 5 minutes.”

Kon’s completely dumb folded for several moments, opening and closing his mouth as he looks between the clothes on the shelves and the woman. In the end his brain clicks back into place and he smiles at the woman, “Uh, no, I’m okay thank you. I can manage. Just looking you know, there’s so much to choose from, it’s usually the other half that does the shopping.” He forces out a laugh while explaining.

That’s when Tim decides to pipe up from where he’s sat in the trolley, “Mommy says that daddy is useless and how he shouldn’t be trusted to do anything himself.”

The two adults look at the child, Tim just looks up at them with wide blue eyes. It’s the look of innocence. Tim’s look seems to be winning the woman over but from Tim’s words Kon definitely caught double meaning behind them. Kon frowns and the woman coos, “Oh you have a precious one there, young man.”

Kon feels himself blush at the comment, but then the woman is looking at him with a frown, “Hope you don’t mind me asking, but why is he dressed that way?”

For the second time Kon’s mind goes blank. He hadn’t prepared for this! Damn it, he really should have thought about this beforehand, of course someone was going to question him! He knew it was suspicious from the start, but he hadn’t done anything to mentally prepare himself for it! This is going to end so badly.

When he doesn’t answer straight away the woman narrows her eyes at him and gives him a suspicious look. She goes to say something but is cut off by the same high-pitched voice as earlier, “Daddy said our house burnt down and we lost everything. I have no more clothes. So, we came shopping to get new ones and daddy said that I can have whatever I wanted!”

The woman looks down at Tim and Kon sees her features soften up, “I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. I bet you’re missing your home, now aren’t you?”

Tim shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. I don’t like the place anyway. Daddy says that our new place will be better. He says that a playground is nearby, and I get to play on it when we go there.” He grins up at them.

“That sure sounds exciting!” She says with fake enthusiasm, that’s obviously put on for kids. She’s then looking at Conner and says in her normal voice, “I’m sorry, I thought that-”

Catching onto Tim’s lie, Conner cuts her off, “It’s okay, it couldn’t have been helped. The clothes he was wearing at the time got burnt so we had to wrap him up in those for the times being. That’s why we’re here now, to get new ones.”

The woman is now looking at him sympathetically and it makes Kon feel off for some reason. He tries to shrug it off, “Yeah, well, we better get on now.” He hints for the woman to go but when she doesn’t move away from them, Conner takes hold of the trolley and starts to push it, “Thank you for the offer but I’ll manage.” He says to her. He turns and continues on down the aisle, thinking about it he’s sure he seen the shoes down this end.

A few beats later he glances over his shoulder and sees the woman starting to walk away in the opposite direction and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He turns his attention back on Tim who is looking up at him a smug smile, well at least he thinks that’s what it’s supposed to be.

“You’re welcome.” Tim says.

Yeah it was a smug smile.

“Dude I actually am going to thank you for that. So, thanks.” He says. “How did you come up with that anyway? Also, nice acting, who knew you could act like a child when it really comes down to it.”

“I figured we were going to need a cover storey from the moment we left my apartment, so I got thinking and thought of one when we arrived here. And shut up! I can act when I need to!”

Kon’s attention is drawn away from Tim when they reach the shoes and once again he’s struck with the same issue as before, he has no clue what size Tim is. He turns back to Tim, “Right what size do you think you are?”

Tim looks at him before looking over the selection of shoes. After a moment he’s stretching and pointing, “Them ones.” Kon reaches for the pair Tim is pointing to, Tim sighs, “No not them, the ones to the left. Another left. Yeah those.”

Kon picks them off the shelf and looks at them, they’re just plain black and Velcro strap. At first, he gapes at the size of the shoe, it’s so small and It makes his hand look ginormous as he holds it in the middle of his palm! It’s amazing that a person could be so small. Of course Kon never actually went through this stage in life himself, but if Tim meant what he said about them raising kids together then he’s looking forward to actually buying these for them and watching them grow up.

Once he realises the style of shoe that Tim has chosen Kon rolls his eyes, of course Tim would be dull and pick the most boring pair of shoes out of all the colourful ones around. Moving in front of Tim he bends down and opens the shoe up and then starts to put it on the toddler. Thankfully Tim doesn’t cause a scene as Kon squeezes the shoe onto the foot. Once he’s done he straps it up and looks up at Tim, “How does that feel?” Tim moves his foot around and Kon sees him wiggle his toes inside.

“That’s fine.” Tim comments. Kon nods and takes the shoe off his foot and places the pair in the trolley, it’s only then he gets an idea. Moving away from the trolley and ignoring Tim’s call he searches the shoes looking for something. They’ve got to have them here, they got to –

“Ah-ha!” He exclaims excitedly when he finds them, he looks through them and picks up a pair the same size as the other pair. He places them in the trolley ignoring Tim’s questions on what he just found. If he told Tim what they really were he would have a fit, so Kon will leave it as a surprise until he comes to wear them.

Grabbing the trolley once again, he starts to push it and soon enough they get to the end of the aisle. Conner realises that they need to go back up and head back to the clothes section as they have yet to grab anything. From where he was Kon stops walking and starts to turn the trolley around, it’s a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. The 180 he was trying to do was nearly a success but as it came to the last bit, the trolley sit the edge of a stand with a loud clang. Wincing, Kon backs up a little and carries on turning until he finishes the 180.

Taking a breath he starts to push the trolley back through the aisle, “Was it really that hard?” Tim questions from his seat. 

Kon refuses to look at him, “Shut up.” Is all he says. 

Tim laughs, "Seriously Kon, you've battled the most powerful people on the planet, you are one of the most powerful people on the planet and yet a simple shopping trolley was difficult for you to manoeuver."

Kon chooses not to comment, he was made to fight things, he was made to replace Superman. This, shopping and domestic stuff, it's new to him. It's going to take a bit of getting used to.

They reach back at the clothes section and once again Kon asks Tim, “What size do you think you are?” Tim unhelpfully shrugs and Kon rubs a hand against his forehead, “Helpful. I think we’re just going to have to guess here then. See anything you like?”

Tim looks over the clothes but after a while Tim shakes his head, “No.”

Kon lets out a sigh knowing what the real problem was, “Tim there isn’t a lot here. You’re going to have to suck up your pride and wear some of these clothes.” Tim turns him and sends him a glare. Glaring back Kon tells him, “Pick your self or I will choose everything for you.”

Thankfully Tim doesn’t argue instead he just turns back to the clothes and starts to point some out. Kon picks up five different t-shirts that Tim chose and then five different pairs of pants. They pick out two different sets of pyjamas for him, (one justice league themed and the other batman themed much to Tim’s disapproval), they get him three different jackets, multiple pairs of socks and children’s underwear. Kon looks through everything to double check that they’ve got the essentials, believing they have he starts to move out of the aisle, but as he does there’s a few t-shirts that grab his attention. Smirking to himself he reaches over and picks up two of them, he shows them to Tim, “Make a choice because we’re definitely getting you one of these.”

Tim’s eyes widen at the shirt of the shirts, he’s then shaking his head, “No way. You are not putting me in neither of those.”

Kon looks back at shelves and spots more, he reaches over to grab one, “What about this one then?”

“Absolutely not.”

Kon looks at the t-shirts in his hands, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman designs cover the front. Glancing at Tim’s disgusted look, he shrugs and puts all three in the trolley. Tim may not like it but at least Kon will get a few kicks out of it.

Happy with what’s in the trolley Kon heads to pay for everything. He just hopes that all the clothes fit him because they’ve just estimated with sizing, but either way if the clothes are too big on Tim at least they’ll fit better than what he’s got on now. Kon’s not too worried about the cost of everything, a bonus of having a stinky rich boyfriend who allows you to use their card every now and again, so really Tim is paying for it and not Kon.

After once again getting questioned for Tim’s state of dress and paying for the items Kon and Tim leave the shop with three full bags. Kon puts Tim on his shoulders and carries the bags in both hands, he walks a good distance away from the shop and out of sight of anyone else before lifting up into the air and once again heading for Metropolis.

[misfit-among-the-angels]

Nuh uh, not gonna work. I seem to remember the other day when you wished I was less gentlemanly. Can't have it both ways! *he doesn't try to stop you from bucking your hips this time* Hmmm, I think in that case I'll just do it anyway and push you to take it. Unless it's too much for you of course. *he nuzzles into the side of your neck and kisses it* *you're gonna get it one way or another unless you say no* *he slows down and spreads his fingers apart a little to stretch you* -Tobi

*I pout* But the other day was a different thing, a different situation! *since he doesn't stop me I just let my body do what it wants - bucking my hips in rhythm with his fingers* I don't think I know my limits, but I don't think that would be too much for me. *I move my head a little bit to thr side, giving him more space. Everything feels sensitive but so good! I make happy noises. I take his other hand and place it on my thigh. He can feel how sometimes it shivers a bit. Slowing down makes me moan* Please, give it to me!