#Welp time to wait for the next floor

[acewithwords]

I finished floor 12 and I am here to convey my reactions through memes

*BRIEF SPOILERS AHEAD*

[iiseor]

⋆𐙚 ₊ summer strikes . . . (1)

synopsis: forced by joel to spend the summer in a small town consequent her agreement to get sober—ellie's acceptance towards the situation grows significantly the moment you cross paths.

cw: alcohol/drugs, mentalhealth issues, ellie is not Joel's daughter in this AU, she just stays with him for context! word count : 1.9k. Tags: @boobdrug @seraphicsentences @amberputh sorry this is short . . i didn't wanna wait any longer to upload it. Next part will be longer . . . master list

" i don't understand why this was your first option?" ellie huffed as she planted her bags in the back of Joel's truck. "It's what's best for you" he replied, slamming the door as he got inside — ellie following. "Yea whatever" she scoffed.

For ellie days had been longer, the nights nearly decades, trailing behind her filled with nothing but misery. She had been locked inside for weeks, terrified of breaking her promise to joel.

the promise that she'd get sober. Straighten up and stop self sabotaging. Fix everything, stop acting out, become an adult and do good. She knew the consequences, she knew how he'd look at her if things got even worse. So she did her best, locked herself away from anything and everything that could possibly make her relapse.

But to joel, that was even worse.

His soloution? Taking her to an entirely different places to stay with his cousins family.

In a small, quiet town where she couldn't.

possibly be tempted to do bad.

Right?

.

The road trip was hours, tho felt like minutes for ellie who was asleep for nearly the entire ride, only waking up right before joel had pulled in the driveway. Which happened to be more than enough time for her to take in the beautiful scenery — and beaming sun.

"Miller!! Long time no see" the brown haired man yelled from the drive way as Joel pulled in.

ellie was stunned by the view ahead of her, a beautiful—yet typical country house surrounded by acres of trees, bushes and green grass, accompanied by a small barn, the lake only meters away.

both stepping out of the car, Joel greeted your father in an instant. The two brothers sharing a hug while Ellie breathed in the crisp air. For her, it felt like this was the first time she breathed freshly in years—soaked in sunlight opposed to narcotics, scents of salted ocean water and oak filling her senses.

"Someone's gotten taller" tommy motioned to ellie, her head still facing the clouds before she slowly came back to reality.

"Ready to check out the place kid?" He added, patting her on the back as Joel lifted the final bags out of the truck and put them on the pavement for Tommy to grab. "Sounds good.." Ellie sighed out in response, picking up whatever bags she could to carry inside. "Now holdon" Joel called out

"make sure you behave, and no going against old man's rules. He'll keep u in check while I'm gone, but just a reminder" he said pulling her into a hug. "Yeah yeah I got it" Ellie said pushing him away and following inside.

"See you later" they both called and waved as Joel hopped back in the truck.

and that was it for ellie.

the end of something, the start of another.

from the start, and all over again.

she had one last chance to get better.

.

Tommy sighed as he sat the last of Ellie's bags down on the living room floor, brushing his hands off and placing them on his hips—Ellie standing awkwardly like a confused puppy. "Welp, there's not much to the living room or kitchen... pretty generic... um, take a quick look around if you'd like and ill get these bags to your room" ellie was about to open hee mouth, protest that she could carry them up herself—but before she could, Tommy was already yelling up the stairs.

"Y/n can you come help me?" He called out. Y/n... Joel didn't mention there would be more company..

your foot steps marched quickly down the stairs, skipping a step on the way down.

Paint stained overalls flashed the girls eyes as you stood before her, paint brushes still in hand as you hoped off the final step.

"Oh hi Ellie" you spoke, so sweet and soft—flashing a smile.

she knows my name, how does she know my name ? ellies mind spun between the vision of you and the words you spoke.. already driving her crazy.

"H... hey" she choked out, almost jumping back as you stepped closer to her, holding your hand out for her to her grab onto.

you stared at her with a smile for a minute while she looked back at you like a deer caught in the headlights. For a moment, she was completely frozen—only for seconds before you picked up her hand and shook it for urself, smiling through the process and breaking her still shape, your touch sending sparks through her body.. "Nice to meet you" "I'll help you take these upstrairs!" You said, letting go of her hand picking up two of the bags and walking past her to go back upstairs, ellie still half in her day dream doing the same.

"Here it is!" You told, placing her bags inside and stepping out of the way so she could do the same. In front of her was four empty walls and bed framed mattress, "I took everything down, I figured you'd wanna decorate it your own way" you said with that soft smile again. "Yeah... thank you" she said forcing a smile back.

It's not like she wasn't thankful , of course she was. How couldn't she be when you were so fucking sweet to her already? she was so love struck she didn't know how to smile genuinely, or think of anything besides how good you looked—despite being caught of gaurd by her quick arrival. "Ill let you settle in" you spoke, breaking the awkward silence, "the closet is over there for your clothes and if you need any extra storage bins my dad can bring them up" you added. "if you need any help let me know!" knodding at her, you walked away.

.

Ellie's body ached as she looked around the vacent room, feelings sunk into her body and whithered throughout her veins 'I promised Joel' was all she could think of 'this is my last chance' she whispered to herself. Staying here with you and tommy wasnt the thing killing her inside, not in the slightest. it was the ringing notion in the back of her head that continuously told her to start again, to drink again, ruin everything and go back to her old ways, that made her want to tear everything apart.

for now, all she knew is that she had to build willpower. She couldn't let herself get worse. Not in front of tommy, not in front of you... not under the promises she made with Joel.

knock knock

"You good In here girl?" Tommy's voice broke hee out of a second trance and made her jump, turning to see the man just above her eyes. "Didn't mean to scare ya" he chuckled moving into the room, "its alright..." she breathed out. The room fell silent for a few moments, Tommy picking up a few of ellies things now scattered throughout the floor and putting them away for her. "This used to be Joel's room you know... before he was a grown ass man" he laughed, Ellie pushing a smile. "But I'm glad you have him and he has you, I can tell he wants what's best for you and I'm sure you'll find it while here" looking around the room he added, "Come down for dinner when your done, yeah?"

"Yeah" she agreed, tommy walking away while ellie turned her gaze towards the crystalline window, sun beaming onto her warm freckles.

One last chance she repeated.

.

Ellie only took an hour to finish her room, about the same amount of time it took tommy and you to finish cooking. She didn't bring much to decorate. some old band posters joel had gifted, her comic books, her journal and her guitar. The important things in her mind. She paced back and fourth throughout her room for almost ten minutes out of the hour she set up, staring at herself in her bathrooms body length mirror for another ten before building up the courage to face dinner.

"Done already?" Tommy questioned as Ellie made her way towards the kitchen, her eyes scanning and spotting you setting up the table. "Uh yeah" she replied standing awkwardly, Tommy's eyes faced her with confusion. "You can sit down you know, make urself at home"

"Right..." she replied again, sitting down at the table you had finished placing silverware on. "You like fish right? Joel didn't tell me any dietary preferences or anything so I tried to keep it simple for tonight" tommy smiled setting a plate of freshly cooked salmon, vegetables and rice down in front of ellie—and you who had joined her at the table.

To be honest, Ellie hadn't had a real cooked meal in months. Between the alcohol, and just overly terrible diet, salmon and rice sounded like a luxury to her. Let alone vegetables.

"This is good .... thank you" she told, not hesitating to taste everything in front of her.

Tommy sat down in between you two, the three way table being jsut enough space, you all silently eating till a thought popped into your head. "Oh! Ellie, have you seen the lake yet??" You questioned, Ellie giving you that dear caught glance again—Quickly clearing her throat before stuttering out. "Oh um .. kind of... I caught a glimpse of it" she replied, trying to contain the sudden shivers that went down hee body as you spoke to her. "Oh ! Well that's not good enough... its truly beautiful out there, especially when the weather is nice ! we should go fishing tomorrow, then you can see it for yourself" you rambled on, Tommy subtly knodding his head in agreement before swallowing his food and given a spoken one, "I agree, it'll be good for you girls to get to know eachother now" he spoke.

ellie—not against the idea ... more so embarrassed over her next words. "I um.... i don't know how to fish" she said lowering her head to her plate. "Joel never taught you?" You questioned. "No" was all she responded, slightly meeting your gaze, noticing tommy's semi shocked expression in the corner of her eye. You hummed for a minute, taking another bite of your food and a sip of your drink.

"It's okay then, you have me now! I'm probably better than him anyways" you laughed in response, Tommy laughing along as he stood up, gathering all of your now empty plates and dragging them to the sink.

Ellie stood up to follow him, but before she could touch a dish tommy stopped her "Don't worry about it kid, I got it, you go settle in" he patted her on the back setting her off—you already making your way up the stairs, though not fast enough to miss ellie before she got to her room. "Goodnight ellie !" You waved as you walked towards your door, ellie caught off gaurd by you once again and nearly stumbling into her room. "Night" she called back awkwardly, just awkwardly enough to make you frown in confusion by her lack of energy returned. Unknown to you, she was already slapping her hand on her face for how stupid her response sounded as she closed her door and sat on her bed.

As she layed away, thoughts poring into the moon lit night as crickets cherped outside her window, her wondering mind kept replaying the sound of your words in her head. "You have me now".

That sentence ... your words ...

she has you now .. even if you didn't mean it the way she thought, even if it was an empty statement. Somebody thought she had them ... she has people.

she has another chance to make it all right.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Just read the idea of shower sex with Michael Kaiser and this idea popped up.

Simple smut with feelings, reader has a vagina. I'm no good with smut so have pity of me and my poor writing skills

You didn’t want to give in, but damn Michael knows his way with words. A “darling” his right hand tracing a heart on your hips, a sugar-coated “I promise I won’t do anything, I’m too tired liebling” a tired sigh; all fake, traps tactically set up make you fall for them.

When you finally look up, you just see blue eyes so deep you could dive into them and a tired smile that transpires love, so it wasn’t all your fault if you fell for them; if Michael isn’t so lovestruck for you for sure you wouldn’t have fallen for any of his traps.

But you did, that’s why you find yourself with your back pushed on the cold tiles of Michael’s shower, your hands tugging desperately his hair, Michael’s body impossibly close to yours, his hands gripping hard your face not leaving the both of you any space to breathe and his tongue dancing with yours, wet noises dulled by the rushing hot water.

Michael’s hands began exploring, now tweaking and pulling your nipples, while you can only gasp at the sudden roughness “Too tired my ass” you think annoyed, “hypocrite” it’s another word it comes to your mind but this time for yourself, because no way you’re going to stop his ministration.

A harsh bite takes you to planet Earth again, you didn’t notice how Michael’s lips migrated southward, littering kisses down your jawline towards your neck, ‘till he bit you, pulling at your skin the minimum to know he’s gonna leave a nasty mark to hide the next morning; no way he is gonna regret it when his action pulled out such delicious sigh escape your lips.

Even if the tiles of his shower are so cold, you feel warm all over, even more with his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and fingers caressing your outer lips, with a delicacy you can’t find in the thumb that is now circling your clit or in his greedy mouth. Finally Michael fingers you, his ring and forefinger working wonders, curling and hitting just that right spot that makes you see stars.

“M-Michael” You manage to gasp out “I-I’m—” but a moan you can’t keep interrupt your sentence. Meanwhile, Michael’s eyes are sparkling, the sparkle you usually see when he knows he won and can’t wait to tease his prey endlessly “What? Can’t hear you well” He innocently replied, peering towards you with a Cheshire grin.

Michael deserved a kick, you didn’t even want to find yourself in this situation, it’s all his fault and he must finish what he started. “I need more” You struggled to say, his fingers never losing their rhythm “How exactly?” Michael crooned, the depth of his voice telling you he wasn’t as unaffected as he wants to look like

“Michael, I’m close—” so he stops and lifts himself up, he loves the face you make when he doesn’t let you finish; the spite and the need that swim in your eyes only spur him on.

He gives his member a few pumps, then he picks you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his narrow waist.

You welp, no way this will end up well, you can play the scene in your head perfectly, he slips, you knock your head against the floor, you cry and whimper, fuck this is going to end so badly. Thank God there is Michael ready to wake up from the nightmare, the pinch on your ass more as a warning than a pleasurable one.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll finally stop thinking with that shit brain of yours”

“As always you are all talk and no action, Michael” Your legs tightened around Michael’s waist, your fingers gripping, almost scratching his biceps, one hand tracing the blue roses you love so much while he slowly sheats himself into you.

You know you hit a weak spot earlier when Michael doesn’t even stop to ask if you are comfortable, his pace is relentless from the start, his hips cushioned by yours make a sinful sound, the wetness making your skin shine and your watery eyes are a delicious sight for the blonde eyes, he just wants to eat you up.

And that’s what he does, his mouth locked with yours, tongue finding yours in a ravenous dance, eating moan after moan, his hands gripping so hard on your legs that you are sure they are leaving indents, but you can’t complain much when you are doing the same on his muscular back, leaving your mark too on him.

Your hips start to thrust downward to meet his, you claw further with each thrust, the pleasure too intense to handle anymore.

“Michael—more please” He quickly obliged, not that far from the apex too.

“You acted all bitchy earlier-“ Michael lets out a groan “but you wanted to do this as much as me, mh?” He grips your ass now, painfully yet blissfully, just perfect.

“Maybe we are just made for each other”

It’s that tinge of sweetness in this animalistic act that makes you crumble, walls clenching impossibly tight on his cock and he follows you after a few thrusts.

Your chests heaved, both dirtier than when you started the shower, the warm water, now way too warm, washing away your sweat. Michael put you down, both your breaths heavy, your lips still centimeters from each other, both looking at each other like pulling off would have killed you both.

You finally lift your head, landing a kind and sweet kiss on the blue rose on his neck, your fave one, Michael leaves one on the crown of your head, a smile full of love on your lips.

Maybe you are really made for each other.

[riptideripley]

All Yours

summary:you were Dominik’s 24 year old sister,trying to take things easy. He finally lets you hang out with his friends in the Judgement Day and you get a little too close to..Rhea.

word count:1,904

You were getting out the shower and putting on your undergarments,along with your hygiene products. You heard your phone ring and picked it up,answering. “Yes Dominik I’m almost ready” “Well hurry up,I let myself in and me & rhea are waiting” “Ok ok” you sighed and hung up. Slipping on your black jean shorts and a Judgement day shirt,grabbing your black jacket and spraying on some perfume before running downstairs.

“There she is,Hi darling” Rhea spoke with her accent,smiling. You smiled back and waved,grabbing your bag. “Well are we just gonna sit here or go eat?” you spoke and stared at the both of them,as they got up and walked with you to the car. You sat in the backseat and to your surprise Rhea sat next to you. You had the biggest crush on her and she could tell,but played innocent. She decided to lay her head on your shoulder,making you smile and play with her soft black hair.

You arrived at the restaurant,finding the table were the couple Finn and Priest were waiting. “Hi guys!” you spoke and smiled,giving them both a small hug as you sat down. Rhea decided to sit next to you and snuck her hand under the table,resting it on your thigh and looking at you for any signs of discomfort. Instead,you were smiling like an idiot and trying to not focus on it. You ordered your food and drink,scrolling through your phone silently after. “Well (your name),how’s the new house?” Priest asked,taking his drink as they finally arrived. You smiled at the waitress taking your drink,finally speaking. “Well it’s going great actually. Besides the fact that I let Dominik have a key so he just barges in whenever he wants,but it’s really nice and spacious.” “Maybe we can all visit after dinner” Finn suggested and you nodded,giggling at Dominik’s face as he seemed annoyed at your comment.

Meanwhile Rhea was slowly moving her hand up your thigh,trying to get a reaction out of you. She finally did when she reached close to your pussy,making you squeeze your legs shut as she smiled. You realized no one else noticed and looked at her,whispering to her,”Rhea what the fuck was that” “Nothing sweetheart,I can stop if you want” she whispered back. You thought for a moment and realized how badly you wanted this,ever since you first met her through the phone and backstage. “You can continue but please be careful” you whispered,making her smile. She continued rubbing your thigh throughout the whole dinner,driving you crazy.

You all decided to go back to your place and relax,Rhea planned on spending the night tho and Dominik was a bit suspicious but didn’t say anything. You were currently sitting between Rhea and Priest,watching a horror movie. You hated them but this wasn’t as bad so you watched it all the way through. You then decided to play some board games and your favorite Uno. You had just one for the 3rd time in a row and you could tell everyone was irritated. “God damnnit! you win every time” “She’s too good this is unfair” Finn said pouting,making Priest chuckle. “You guys just gotta get better,but i’m really tired right now” you said yawning,Rhea also yawning. “Welp my wife is calling so that’s my queue to go! I’ll call in the morning” he spoke standing up,leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Night Dom” Rhea said smiling as he gave her a hug,being the first one to leave. Priest and Finn then followed,leaving you and Rhea to yourselves.

Rhea smiled and got up,wrapping her arms around your waist paying close attention for any discomfort. She’s so observant and gentle,it warmed your heart. She lifted you up making you laugh and carried you upstairs to your room,placing you on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower now love,you should too” she said,staring at you while also getting lost in your pretty brown eyes. You smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek,closing the door so you could undress and shower. You could tell that you two had chemistry,ever since y’all had first met. The constant flirting and looks she would give you backstage at shows,always trying to make you nervous or flustered.

You took your clothes off and hopped in the shower,letting the hot water run over your body for a moment before washing your body. You had curly hair compared to Dominik so you decided to wash it while you were in there. Once out the shower and dry,you put leave in conditioner and a bit of oil in your hair. Stepping out of the room in your towel,you began getting dressed. Slipping on some underwear and black laced pajamas,you were comfortable enough with Rhea to not wear a bra. You sat on the bed and heard Rhea entering the room,wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. You smiled as she crawled into the bed,laying between your thighs. You played with her hair while she kissed on your stomach,tracing your stomach tattoos.

You two had made eye contact as she was doing this and she slid her way up your body,stopping at your face. You looked at her lips and couldn’t help yourself,leaning in kissing her. She returned the energy holding onto your thighs,not wanting to let go of the kiss she’d been dying for. She pulled you closer to her and looked your shirt,noticing you had your nipples pierced. She smiled and took advantage of that,sliding her free hand up your shirt playing with your nipple and piercing. You gasped and arched slightly at the sudden action,letting out small whimpers as she kissed up and down your neck,finding and biting your sweet spot making you moan. She got up and went to the guest room to grab something,coming back with a strap and a tongue piercing.

You looked at the tongue piercing confused and she smiled,”It vibrates my love” she said as she finished changing her tongue jewelry,placing herself between your thighs,sliding your shorts and underwear off. She pressed the piercing directly on your clit,making you gasp and grip her hair. Your back arched as you moaned and squirmed as she had you sorta pinned at the hips. “F-Fuck Rhea..” you whispered through moans,as she continued while you grind against her face. She was enjoying every bit of this,smiling against your clit as she began sucking on it making you squeal. You pushed yourself up the bed and she pulled you back down,making you whimpered as she smiled against your cunt.

She gave it one last kiss before kneeling on the bed,attaching the strap as she hovered over you. She wrapped her hand around your throat and pulled you into a deep kiss,slowly entering you making you moan into the kiss. She gave you time to adjust and began slowly pushing herself in and out of you,making you throw your head back in pleasure. She noticed you had a mirror in front of your bed and smiled,continuing the actions before lifting you up and making you face the mirror. “Cmon pretty girl,look at yourself for me” she spoke with her accent,sliding herself back in you and pounding the shit out of you. You couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper,avoiding eye contact with her through the mirror. She pressed down on your back making you arch and gripped your thick hair,pulling your hair back. “I said look at yourself doll.” she spoke in a stern tone,as you watched her fuck the absolute shit out of you. Her short black hair moving with each thrust,some pieces sticking to her face from sweat. She was absolutely beautiful no matter what she was doing,which turned you on even more. She let go of your hair and wrapped her hand around your throat,making sure you were still watching her through the mirror.

“R-Rhea please keep going..” “Right here hm?” “Yes please!” you squealed out as she rammed into your g spot,making her giggle. She used her free hand to pin your arms behind your back,still choking you. You finally took time to notice the hickeys left on your skin,knowing your brother would kill you in the morning. “Oh baby you look so pretty for me,tell me who do you belong to hm?” she whispered in your ear,making you weak. You didn’t answer so she moved the hand off your arms/wrists,giving you a slap on your ass. You yelped,”Answer me when i’m talking to you slut. Now who do you belong to?” “Y-You mommy fuck!” you managed to yelp out between moans,squirming due to the fact that you were reaching your climax. She noticed and used her now free hand to massage your clit,”Go ahead and cum for me like the slut you are princess.” she whispered with her accent showing a bit more towards the end,sending you over the edge as you climaxed.

She noticed her fingers were wet and smiled,licking her fingers and grabbing your hair. She drug you gently changing your position sideways,as she kneeled in front of you still in front of the mirror. She removed the strap,”Please your mommy doll,you deserve it” she said giving you a small slap to the side of your face. You immediately slip her shorts off noticing she had no underwear on and began eating her out. She moaned softly and pulled your face closer,almost suffocating you. You didn’t care,if you died you’d be happy right now honestly. You swirled circles around on her clit as she began basically riding your face for more. “God princess you’re doing so good for me..right there doll” when she said this,your legs got weak. You loved being praised and she took note of that. She ran her finger across your cheeks and grabbed your jaw,pulling you towards her. “Open up for me doll” she told you as you opened your mouth,letting her spit it in.

You went back to eating her out,giving her clit the most attention begging to get an orgasm out of her. She began breathing heavy and stuttering with her words,letting you know she was close. “F-Fuck keep going baby..” she whispered out between breaths as she finally came all over your face. You immediately licked everything up and looked up at her,smiling. She leaned down and pulled you into a deep kiss once again.

/After\

She made you a warm bath,even tho it was 2:30 in the morning. She washed your body off along with hers,kissing your forehead and praising you on how good you did for her. Once she got done washing you two off,she let you get dressed in something comfortable while she did as well. She ended up just sleeping in your bed instead of going back to the guest room.

You finally got what you wanted and that was her,you were happy.

[petalsscribbles]

20. confession (final)

Yn can't fight the ugly emotions off. The doubts, jealousy, heartbreak at the thought of Heeseung leaving him for someone else. For someone better.

His clock ticks on the white wall as he waits in his room for Heeseung. He tries to act okay, to savour every last moment of Heeseung's affection he can before he ultimately gives it to another. But he feels like a ticking bomb. How long can he put his facade up? How long can he pretened before he breaks?

Well, turns out it only took next 20 minutes for him to explode.

Heeseung finally arrives and Yn lets him in. He raises the plastic bags in his hands. Fried chicken and beer. He kisses his cheek as he always does and asks about his day. Yn lies that it was fine, as if he wasn't stalked by the shadow of his own lack of confidence. In himself and in Heeseung's affection towards him.

"So, what do you wanna watch this time?" Heeseung asks.

"I picked last time. It's your turn." Yn answers.

"I know, but I'd rather watch something you want." He smiles and Yn breaks. He can't do this anymore. The gentleness, love, he can't handle it anymore knowing it's going to be teared away from his grasp.

"Heeseung, I think we should go back to being friends. Normal friends." Yn states decidedly. Heeseung's smile falls and his eyes widen in shock. He only needs to take two steps to reach Yn and grabs his arms as soon as he does.

"Wha-what are you talking about? Why do you want-" His eyes are desperately searching Yn's, trying to figure out where is all this coming from, if this is some kind of sick joke.

Yn shakes off Heeseung's hold and takes a step back.

"I'm not an idiot, Heeseung. I know you're planning to leave me soon."

"I'm not! Why would you even think that?" Heeseung defends.

"You've changed Heeseung. You got into therapy, stopped smoking and so much more. Possibly other things I don't even know of. You're obviously trying to impress someone and honestly it's fucked up that you keep messing around with me while you like someone else." Yn argues, trying hard to keep his voice steady and eyes tearless.

"Yn you got it all wrong!" Heeseung says, once again invading Yn's space. Yn takes a step back. This repeats twice until Yn's back hits his door and he has no choice but to listen to Heeseung's pleas.

Heeseung cups Yn's cheek with his left hand, making sure he can't look away while the other rests on his shoulder.

"You're the one I like." He whispers and Yn's jaw might as well hit the floor with how shocked he is. Heeseung uses his speechlessness to continue. "When you first hung out with Soobin, I was jealous out of my mind. I realized how perfect he is for you. You should be with someone like him, but the thing is, I'd rather die than let anyone else have you. So, instead of lashing out or giving you up, I decided to be the man you deserve."

Yn's mind is in shambles, unable to form a single coherent thought. The only thing is Heeseung's words echoing in his head.

You're the one I like.

Heeseung sighs and rests his forehead on Yn's.

"This isn't how I wanted this to go. I had a whole romantic confession prepared with gifts and written speech and stuff."

Yn can't fight off a laugh bubbling from his throat. He's not sure what's so funny - his own stupidity, Heeseung's sudden confession or just the whole situation in general. Either way, he's happy.

"Heeseung, I don't need you to be perfect. To be honest, all I ever wanted was a tall, reasonable guy that doesn't use Axe products and knows how to parallel park." Yn starts and it's Heeseung's turn to laugh. "You shouldn't go back to smoking and you definitely should keep going to therapy but other than that, just be the perverted hooligan i fell for."

"Alright." Heeseung agrees and kisses Yn. "So we're boyfriends now?"

"Yeah we are."

Yn's friends are going to lose their shit when he tells them about this, but for now he's just going to enjoy Heeseung's warmth.

a/n: Welp, that's a wrap on Bad Habits. I hope you had fun reading as much as I had making it. Thank you for all the comments, likes and reblogs and I'm sorry if you think it's too short. As you already know, I have another enhypen smau in mind (so far it looks like it's gonna be Jay) but I'm gonna take a little break first.

I hope this little silly fic made you laugh and that you might come back to it on a shitty day :3

Until next time <3

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton comes home to find S/O carefully carrying their brother to bed because brother fell asleep. Greeting their boyfriend coming home is for later, right now their main priority is moving Skeletons brother off the pillows on the floor to a much comfortable spot, you gotta wait a few minutes.

Undertale Sans - His soul left his body for a while as Papyrus looks completely dead in your arms, but then Papyrus lets go the ugliest snore and Sans lost it completely. He needs to record this. You need to see how ridiculous it looks to carry a skeleton twice your size to bed. He's in a good mood all evening.

Undertale Papyrus - He's not too surprised. Sans is impossible to wake up and will make the least effort possible to move. Papyrus is pretty sure he's awake right now and just playing dead because he's too lazy to walk to his room. He got the confirmation when Sans winked at him before you dragged him to his room. You know that you're doomed and that he will take advantage of this every time now, no? Well, you'll learn soon.

Underswap Sans - He's not too surprised either. Honey falls asleep in the worst places ever and it's hard to wake him up once he's comfortable. He has pity on you and helps you to carry his legs. The neighbor saw you by the window and called the cops thinking you're carrying a corpse lol.

Underswap Papyrus - He's shocked. This is a sight that rarely happens. Blue is a very light sleeper so him just deep asleep in your arms is like the shiniest Pokemon card ever. He doesn't want to wake up his brother so he just makes big gestures to express his shock.

Underfell Sans - Uh... Not that he's not happy you're hanging out with his bro and everything, but you should really not carry him like that. If he wakes up and realizes you saw him in this vulnerable position, Red is not going to help you when his brother will get mad lol. He's still following you just to see what will happen though. He's entertained right now.

Underfell Papyrus - All your work is wasted when Edge suddenly grabs Red by the hood and shakes him like a coconut screaming it's not his S/O's role to tuck him in bed like a child. Red is so confused about what's going on, completely disoriented. You feel bad for him lol.

Horrortale Sans - He stops you before you can pick his brother up. His back is too sensitive for this. He simply helps you pack pillows under him so he's not in pain when he wakes up and then he picks you up to take you to his room for a cuddle session.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's impressed Oak let you do that honestly. He's still warming to you and would have never fallen asleep next to you a few days before. He can see you're struggling though. Oak is very heavy. He comes to your rescue to help you carry him even if you hiss to him to be careful with his back and that you can do it alone.

Swapfell Sans - He rolls his eyes at you. You shouldn't hurt your back like that you know. Drop him on the floor if he's taking too much space on the floor, Rus doesn't care about sleeping there. What? Why are you looking at him like that? He's doing that since Rus was a kid and Rus is still alive so he's right.

Swapfell Papyrus - He insists on helping, which you find suspicious but agrees. He tucks Nox into bed, puts a huge teddy bear in his arms and manages somehow to stick a baby pacifier in his mouth. He takes a photo and leaves the room, smirking. Welp. It's not too late to search for plane tickets to another country before Nox wakes up.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He smirks and wishes you good night. You don't understand why until after putting Coffee to bed, you realize the skeleton is hanging to you like a koala and won't let you go. When you manage to free a hand, he growls and holds you closer. You're not moving from there before he wakes up, sorry.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Uh.... You know Wine doesn't like you right? If he wakes up, he might literally stab you to death. Can you put him down? He's scared for your life right now. He follows you close, magic activated in case he needs to push his brother back lol. You put him in bed like you're carrying a bomb about to explode.

[slutsssphobia]

I'm sorry, but I can't get enough of obanai. What if we gave obanai the punishment of no touching and no sex for a week and every time he misbehaves it starts over(he hasn't gotten touched by you in two months). We've caught him touching himself multiple times and he's just been blatantly bratty, but lately your patience has started to break him. He has started to act like a good boy and when he finally makes it through the week he just sits at your feet watching the clock as it slowly ticks till twelve and as soon as it starts to chime he looks back up at you to see you staring back down at him. His bandages are off and he's incredibly needy so you... What do you do? Welp that's up to you to write!

Love your work, -🕯️anon

Obanai has a special place in my heart just for him <3

Warnings!: Orgasm denial,dry humping,needy!sub!iguro,brat taming, guided masturbation, pegging/fucking, spanking , rough sex ,ooc? Obanai , fluff at the end!

Tags!: None

A/n: none!

Obanai has been a brat lately, he hasn't listened to your rules in bed. He started becoming more selfish for his own release, he would whine if you didn't let him cum. He would purposely wear something tight to get you going but never let you touch him.

He was trying to create a bratty attitude to get you to break, his plan was working but he didn't expect you to take away sex privilege. He begged at your feet not to but you stood your ground. "P-please! I'll be a good boy I promise!"

Already two days into his punishment he couldn't take it, he decided to jerk without you knowing. He knew he would be punished if he got caught but he was too horny not to. Obanai undid his pants and pulled out his hardened dick. He groaned under his breath and started fisting his hand imagining it was you. He held his hand over his mouth and continued to stroke his cock trying to not alert you with his beautiful sounds.

But you had already had an eye on him the whole time. You were disappointed in obanai,. He couldn't even listen to ONE of your rules. To obanai's surprise you were in the door frame watching him. "Obanai."

You called out which made him snap his head to look at you. "W-wait no it's not what it looks like!"

You let out a sigh and walked towards him with disgust in your eyes. "I thought we had been over this baby.. no touching for a week." Obanai had tears in his eyes and was about to throw a fit. He hated when you would tell him no! How dare you! "You can't leave me like this! I'll do anything.."

Obanai knew he always had his way but this time it didn't work to his surprise. He was shocked when you didn't give in. He tried one last trick up his sleeve. "You seem very tense y/n.."

He lets his two hands caress your thighs and kiss the soft flesh. You push him away and kiss his forehead. "I'm gonna have to add another week baby.. you know the rules.."

Obanai gave up and tried to wait even though he knew he would plan another sneak.

It has been over a month now.

He waited patiently at your feet waiting for the time to go by, his mask was unraveling. you caressed his head in your lap prepping him after so long, you felt bad after all but he had to learn his lesson. You knew obanai was stubborn but when he was horny he was either bratty and submissive or mean and dominant. But this time it was bratty.

11:59..

Obanai was patiently squirming on the floor. He couldn't wait until you could finally ravish him, he wanted this for so long his cock was painfully erect. He already had pre cum leaking out his reddish pink tip.

12:00..

Obanai looked up at you with doe eyes and an innocent face. "Come here baby"

He quickly scooted next to you and laid himself on the bed spread out, he opened his legs submissively giving you a view of his erection. "P-please ruin me!"

Those words made you feral, you went over to your closet grabbing a pink dildo and some lube (you can read it as only lube) and crawled back in the bed. You had the strap already in you / your dick sat up straight at the sight of obanai. / You felt wetter at the sight of obanai.

He knew he made you feel this way. He just didn't know why you would torture him like this. Wasn't he your baby boy?

You slowly led your fingers along his stomach to his underwear fabric. Obanai jumped at your touch and leaned himself just above your hand to add some friction. "Ah ah no touching yet.."

You added lube on your dick and slowly aligned yourself at obanai's hole. You slid past the tight ring of muscle which made obanai moan out loud. "Shh.. trust me baby"

He nodded and let you slip it all in, he felt it all and moved to get more movement, you rubbed his back as you started thrusting. "Faster I can take it!"

"as you wish 'princess'"

You started thrusting in and out of his pink hole at a fast pace, he held onto your back for dear life. He left a few scratches but you didn't mind, god how he tightened around you. He played with his sensitive nipples as you fucked him, his eyes going into the back of his head.

You flipped him around now he was in his hands and knees. You continued your fast pace never slowing, he moaned out loud and held onto the pillows fists turning white.

He spread his cheeks farther so you could hit every spot perfectly, you hit his prostate and hit lost it. His dick twitched as spurts of cum came out. He was already tired at this point but you had no intention of stopping.

He cried into the pillow as you smacked his ass leaving a small red mark, he loved when you spanked him. He loved the short sting it would send another twitch to his cock.

(male version) You finally came in obanai and rubbed the small red spot on his ass. His ass was perfectly shaped, so perfect to smack, so perfect to kiss , just perfect. You pulled out and left to get a rag to clean him up. By the time you come back Obanai has already passed out. You smiled and cleaned up the seeping cum that fell from his tight hole.

You laid next to him embracing him in your hold. He snuggled closer to you and hid his face in your chest.

(female version)

You pulled the dildo out of his ass and kissed his forehead. "You did so well baby!" You held him in a hug, he kissed you lazily as his eyes were half lidded. You left to get a cold rag but before you left you stole a quick view of his ass. His ass was perfectly shaped, so perfect to smack, so perfect to kiss , just perfect.

You smiled to yourself. You came back with the rag and cleaned him up before crawling into bed hugging him bringing him in and sharing the lovely warmth.

Ty for requesting love<3

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 11

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 6.9k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 11 on AO3

Chapter Summary: Photo shoot time for our boy. Also the return of our favorite agent Liz.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. Some light smut. More intimacy issues because Ryan is a dick. Also, Aubrey is still on her bullshit.

As a reminder, I don't have a beta, so any mistakes are on me.

Fuck where did he go?

You looked over to the alarm clock and saw it was 3:30 a.m., earlier than you wanted to get up, but too late to try and go back to sleep. You glanced over to the bathroom to see if Dieter had gone there, but the door was open and the lights were off. 

Panic set in as you wondered where he may have gone. Did he regret the moments you had both shared mere hours ago? Was he trying to figure out a way to get you to leave? Your mind starts to go through all of the worst possibilities like a Rolodex.

Pulling your head up from out of your hands, you look to the door and see it was left slightly open. A dim light was coming from what you assumed was the living room and you hear Dieter softly chuckling. 

Is he laughing about me to someone? Ugh, I knew taking my shirt off was the wrong idea. That was so dumb of me to do that … and with the lights on at that.

You bring your knees to your chest and your arms around your legs as you sit frozen in the bed. The spiral was starting, and you were trying to do everything you could to settle yourself down and not jump to conclusions.

Breathe .. two … three … out … two … three … four … five.

You try focusing on the sounds coming from the living room, to see if you could make out what he was saying or doing. He was talking in a hushed tone to someone who was either on speakerphone or on a video call. You hear him hanging up on the call and ponder your next move. You just want to leave and run away.

Stop it. He’s not like Ryan, this isn’t fair to him. 

You get up to go grab your phone from the dresser. Unfortunately, you misjudged where it was since it was still rather dark in his room and ended up dropping it onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom.

“Shit,” you whispered. 

But the sound was loud enough that you knew Dieter heard it. 

Welp, there's no denying that I’m awake now.

Your body takes over as you walk to the living room, unsure about what you were going to encounter or what you were going to say.

Dieter sat at the dining room table, his iPad in front of him on its stand. He was just in a pair of shorts, his hair going every which way and his glasses perched atop his nose as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb.

He turned his gaze to see you, sensing your presence. His immediate confusion was washed away by a huge grin at the sight of you.

“Hey baby,  you’re up early?”

“Uh…yea, I. Uh, well…I woke up and I didn’t know where you were,” you nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze as you lean against the wall.

“Oh sorry, I got up a while ago and wanted to call my nephew Max – it’s his birthday today and I knew we were going to be busy so I figured it was a good chance to call him since they’re a few hours ahead. “Wait, what?”

“I…called my nephew?” he gestured to his iPad confused by your reaction.

“I just didn’t know where you went…” you trail off realizing how ridiculous you had been for the last five minutes, jumping to conclusions and assumptions. You clear your throat, “how old is your nephew?”

“Oh he’s 16, he’s the baby of the family. My niece is 18, going to graduate high school this year, how the fuck did that happen?” he chuckled. “I was actually talking to him about you, I wanted to get his opinion on an idea…” he looks up to see you shaking your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He quickly gets up from his chair, closing the distance between you both in a few steps. He cups your face with both hands, searching your eyes to try and understand what is going on.

"Are you ok?"

"Sorry, I…when you weren't there I kind of panicked," you couldn't meet his eyes, embarrassed at how quickly your mind went to the worst possibilities.

Dieter takes a deep breath and runs his hands down your arms before bringing you in for a hug. Your hands go instinctively to rest on his back as you rub small circles with your thumbs.

"Ugh shit I'm sorry. I know how that feels. I slept really well actually, I don't ever go for more than an hour without waking up and rolling back over so for me to have gotten several uninterrupted hours…I felt really good and you looked so beautiful and peaceful and I didn't want to wake you."

You have to admit that as adorable as Dieter normally was, he was even more so when he started to nervously ramble.

"Hey," you pull back and grab his face to center his gaze, running your thumbs down his stubble. "Thank you for letting me sleep.”.

He gave a small smile. "So where did you think I went?"

"Oh, I…I don't know…I thought you left or something…"

"You…thought I left my…own room? And left you here?" He smirks.

You roll your eyes, "I know it sounds silly…I'm sorry…"

"Hey, no it's ok. Like I said, I've been there, but you'll never have to worry ok? I'll always be here."

"Ok," you smile as he leans in for a kiss. 

After a few chaste kisses, Dieter deepens it, pushing you back into the wall of the hallway. His hands find their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. Your hands move up to his hair, dragging your fingernails lightly along his scalp which makes him moan into your kiss.

He pushes back to look at you, not loosening his grip on your waist as you twirl a few of his curls between your fingers. "So, it seems we have some time before you need to get ready.".

"It seems we do," you return the cheeky smirk he had on his face.

"I have an idea on how we could, um, pass the time."

"Oh yeah? I'm all ears."

"Mmm…I'd rather show you than tell you."

His tone makes you bite your bottom lip as your pulse quickens. Whenever his demeanor changed like this you got butterflies in your stomach.

“Why don’t you head back to my room, I’m just gonna grab my phone ok? In case Lizzie calls or something, I don't want to miss it.” He gives you another kiss before he lets go.

“Mmm, ok sounds good.” You turn around to head to his room. Dieter lightly smacks your ass causing you to giggle.

You pad back down the hallway to his room, hearing him rush over to the dining room table to grab his phone. He was back to you in an instant, grabbing you from behind. The surprise causes you to yelp and then giggle as he kisses your neck. You can feel him getting hard as he reaches around your waist to bring you in closer. You manage to turn around in his arms to look at him, his eyes dark.

“Hi,” you smile.

“Hi,” he smiles back as he kisses you, moving you back to the bed. “Lay down.”

You wiggle your way back up the bed, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. Dieter stood at the front of the bed his eyes taking in every inch of you. Normally this type of scrutiny would make you nervous, but the way he was looking at you felt different, like he was trying to commit you to memory. He walks over to the glass doors, pulling back the curtain on one side. It was still dark, but the bright moon brought it some light – it seemed like a good compromise for you both.

He comes to the side of the bed to lay down next to you so you can resume your makeout session from the hallway. It doesn’t take long for him to work his way to hover on top of you, his hands resting on either side of your head to help prop himself up. 

“Can you take your shirt off for me beautiful?” He whispers in your ear as he kisses down one side of your neck.

You nod and move to grab the bottom of your shirt. Deiter pulls back slightly, raking his eyes over each inch of your skin as you expose it to him. Once you finally get the shirt up and over your head, he takes a deep breath before descending to your collarbone, trailing kisses down again. You slept without your bra on and Dieter didn’t waste any time showing his appreciation for that surprise.

He has a smug smile on his face as he hovers over one of your nipples, looking back up at you as you bite your lip in anticipation. His eyebrow twitches as he returns his gaze down to your body, trailing kisses in the valley between your breasts as he works his way down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. 

You push yourself up onto your forearms to get a better look, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he keeps working down. He presses his mouth to your leggings and you can feel his hot breath as he moves over your mound to your inner thighs before he stops and sits back on his heels. His eyes find yours, checking in to see if you are uncomfortable. You give a little nod and the corners of his mouth turn up. He moves his hands to your waistband, hooking his thumbs underneath and pulling down your pants. You lift up a bit to help him take it off. His eyes immediately lock onto the hot pink lace you had on underneath.

“That’s…a great color on you,” he smirks. “You had this on the whole time, huh?”

You blush, bringing your hand over your eyes as you giggle. 

“Don’t hide baby. I like it…I’d love them even more if they were on the floor though,” he moves back up your body to kiss you again. 

You buck your hips up to meet his with just your thin lace and his shorts separating the two of you. He smiles into your kiss as he trails one hand down your side, your arms hooking onto the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. 

“Belle,” he pants in between kisses, “baby can I taste you?”

The thought of him in between your legs makes you involuntarily whimper, which he takes as his cue to descend back down your body.

You are torn because, on the one hand, this was probably one of the most sensual moments you had ever experienced and you wanted to see where it was going to go. But, you also were starting to get in your head about this, memories of past encounters flooding your mind. 

As you were processing all of this, you hadn’t noticed Dieter stop to check in with you again before he went to remove your panties. 

“Hey, we don’t have to do this, it’s ok,” he rubbed your thigh.

“I…uh…”

“Has anyone…have you done this before?”

“Uh, ye-yea, I have. Not that many times though. But you seriously don’t have to, I uh, I haven’t showered or like shaved or waxed or anything so it’s kind of a mess down there so I get it if you don't want to. Plus it like never works so-"

“Belle,” he cuts you off, coming back to lay sideways next to you on the bed, one arm propped up so he could rest his head in his hand. His other hand caresses up and down your stomach which makes goosebumps appear on your forearms. “Baby, is this about that asshole again?” You nod and he sighs, raking his hand through his hair. “I hate what he’s done to you baby.”

“He…uh, he never really liked doing that,” your eyes flit down your body. “Said it wasn't really his thing, so he’d find all sorts of excuses to not do it. I guess eventually I stopped trying since I knew it wouldn’t matter.”

“Well for the record,” he returns his light touch up and down your stomach, “I don’t give a shit about any of that…I want you…whenever and however, I just want you,” he bends down to kiss you.

“I want you to…you know,” you glace down your body again, “but, maybe another time?”

“Absolutely, I want you to want it as much as I do,” he kisses you. “Just know that I want it, I want you, very much.”

It was your turn now to initiate, lifting yourself up to kiss him. You want him to feel how much you appreciate his patience and care with you. He’s never pushed you beyond where you were comfortable and you just wish you could get yourself over the hump to fully trusting him and letting him have every part of you.

Dieter’s phone buzzes to life on the nightstand, causing you both to snap out of another frenzied kiss. 

“Shit, it’s Lizzie, I have to get this. Come back over here when you’re ready, ok? Use your key,” he kisses you as he answers his phone. “Hey, Lizzie.”

You get up from the bed and collect your clothes. Dieter grabs your pants and hands them to you as he listens intently to the call. You can tell he is not happy, but he still manages to give you a smile as you take your pants from him and slip them back on.

“That’s not what we agreed to, I thought you were going to work it out,” he starts pacing the room.

You don’t bother with the formalities of putting your bra back on since you are just heading next door, so you put your shirt back on, grab your phone and the rest of your things, and head out. Dieter is right on your heels, walking you out as he sighs in reaction to whatever Lizzie is telling him.

As you open the door, you feel his hand come to your arm, causing you to turn around and look at him.

“Hey, Liz, hold on a sec,” he pulls the phone away and gives you a searing kiss. “See you soon baby,” he whispers.

As soon as the door closes, Dieter moves to the living room ready to really lay in on Lizzie. 

“What the fuck Lizzie, I thought she wasn’t supposed to be on the crew today.” He hisses.

“I know, I know. I tried Dee, I really did. Problem is she’s been working with the photographer on the looks and locations, he didn’t feel comfortable with someone else coming in, especially since Meredith isn’t going to be there.”

Dieter lets out a long exhale, shaking his head, “Fuck. This isn’t going to be good. I wanted Belle to have a great day, show off what she can do, but now fucking Aubrey is going to ruin it.”

“Can you stop? Look, Belle is a big girl and from what Rhys has told me, she can handle herself when it comes to work.”

“We’ll see…”

You quietly pad around your room, hoping you aren’t loud enough to wake Indy. She has another big day and you want to make sure she gets as much sleep as she can. Once your kit was packed, including some of the extra products Meredith gave you to use on Dieter, you had to figure out what to wear. You decide on a T-shirt dress with some sneakers, with a button-up shirt tied around your waist. After some light makeup, you throw your hair in a ponytail, grab your sunglasses, and head back to Dieter’s room.

You knock on the door and he answers quickly, looking a bit stressed but still so handsome in his plain black T-shirt and light gray shorts.

“Hey are you ok?” you step into his room. He gives you a quick kiss before he goes to gather his things to leave.

“Uh, I’m ok. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something before we leave though…Liz told me that Aubrey is on the crew for today. I’m really sorry, baby, I didn’t want her there. I told Liz to handle it, but Aubrey’s apparently been heavily involved in the planning and the photographer didn’t want to-”

“Dieter,” you cut him off, putting a hand to his chest, trying to not get distracted by how firm it feels, thoughts of earlier creeping into your head. “It’s ok. I can’t stand her, but I can also be professional.”

“You’re amazing,” he cups your face and kisses you. “But if she does anything anything to make you feel uncomfortable or off your game, you tell me ok? I don’t want her to ruin this for you.”

Seeing a bit of his protective side come out is endearing. You aren’t thrilled about the notion of spending a day with Aubrey of all people, but she isn’t the first difficult coworker you’ve had and she won’t be the last.

“Baby, I can handle myself,” you get up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

His smirk turns into a full-blown ear-to-ear smile as you realize what you said. This was the first time you had called him anything other than Dieter. It just kind of slipped out.

“Oh I know you can,” his smirk returns as you both make your way to the elevator. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in work mode, you were so fucking sexy yesterday when you were working, you know that?” he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and making you giggle. 

You both take advantage of the elevator ride to make out a bit more since this is likely the last bit of alone time you’ll have for a long while. Once the elevator reaches the first floor, you pull away from each other. As you get out you smooth your dress and hair. There’s no doubt your lips are a bit swollen, especially since he nipped at your bottom lip, but you don’t care. Dieter takes your kit from you and motions for you to walk out of the elevator. You notice he holds the kit awkwardly in front of him and you have to stifle a giggle when you realize he was using it to hide how excited the elevator ride had made him.

“Dee!” You turn and see a woman who could only be Liz, approach you both. “Oh you must be Belle, it’s so nice to meet you. Rhys has nothing but glowing things to say about you,” she says as she reaches in for a hug.

“Oh well, Rhys is a pretty awesome guy too. He’s done a lot for me and Indy over the years,” you smile at her, excited to finally meet the person who has been Dieter’s constant throughout all of the turbulence.

“Love that guy, he should be coming down in a few days – hopefully with some good news for Indy,” she winks. “Anyway, I hope this one hasn’t been in too bad of a mood this morning,” she motions over to Dieter who was still awkwardly trying to position your bag in front of him.

“Oh no, he’s …. Honestly Liz, it’s fine. I can handle it.”

“See, I told you!”

You and Liz were laughing when out of the corner of your eye you see Aubrey and Danny approaching carrying a bunch of garment bags and a couple of rolling suitcases.

“Ah, well looks like the gang’s all here, let’s roll out!” Liz claps her hands as she walks toward the valet, her fingers frantically typing on her phone. 

“Mornin’ Dee, hey Belle,” Danny smiles at you.

“Hey Danny, need help with anything?” You feel a bit useless since Dieter is carrying your things.

“He’s fine,” Aubrey responds curtly.. 

“Well, good morning to you too,” Dieter rolls his eyes as he lets Aubrey and Danny walk in front of you two. He gives you a wink and the butterflies start to swell in your stomach. His small, simple gestures always make you feel so giddy.

You are curious how the seating in the van is going to go. Liz sits in the first row and asks Dieter to sit across from her so they can prep for his interview. You sit in the row behind her and Danny slides into the row across from you, with Aubrey following to sit behind Danny.

“So…Belle. Wanna talk about the looks?” Aubrey finally says something to you once the van makes its way out of the resort to head to the first location.

“Uh, sure. Do you have a mood board or something?”

“Of course I do,” she rolls her eyes as she reaches into her bag to pull out an iPad, handing it over to you to look at.

You are annoyed that her mood boards were actually good, picturing how hot Dieter was going to look in the clothes. She shuffles through the looks as you get to the subject of styling. You both bickered a bit about the direction to take for his hair. You, selfishly, want to showcase his curls more in the first look before transitioning to a more spiky and messy style for his last look.

“I just think we should do a more smooth style, kind of like this,” she pulls up a photo on her phone that you know well. It was from an awards show where he looked so handsome and dapper. 

Did he look good? Absolutely. But this hairstyle was going to clash with the more casual clothes she picked out for him so it wouldn’t look cohesive. 

“How about we go for a more relaxed but polished look like this.” Now it was your turn to pull out some reference photos. She didn't need to know these photos were actually part of your private collection. 

“Hmm…ok, we can see.” She seems a bit annoyed that not only did you have a good idea, but you were willing to compromise and not let her steamroll you into doing exactly what she wanted. 

Throughout this whole interaction, you could feel Dieter’s eyes on you. You hope that he was proud of you for holding your ground.

Things were a bit hectic once you got to the first location. You are quickly ushered into a small trailer with Dieter. Aubrey and Danny go to another trailer to set up a clothing rack with the clothes and lay out shoes and other accessories. 

As Dieter sits down in the chair, he smirks at you in the mirror as you unpack your kit and lay everything out. You catch his eye a few times, blushing at his intense gaze. At one point, you feel his hands creep up around your hips, dipping down to your ass, before moving dangerously close to the bottom of your dress.

You clear your throat, “Um, excuse me, sir, what do you think you’re doing?”

Now it was Dieter’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You just look so good. Baby, you were amazing in the van. I didn’t give a shit how you wanted to do my hair, as long as you put Aubrey in her place.”. 

“Oh, you don’t give a shit, huh? Hmm, I was thinking maybe you grow your hair out a bit more and we do a bowl cut,” you giggle as he pulls you closer. “You’re going to make us late if you keep this up. C’mere.” 

You start off his skin prep with some sunscreen and do a light pass of makeup just to even things out. As you are finishing up and about to move to his hair, there is a knock at the trailer door. 

“Hey there!” A man you can only assume is the photographer walks in. “Dee, good to see you, man,” he gives Dieter a handshake before turning his attention to you. “Hi, I’m Rob, nice to meet you.” He gives you a quick up and down. “You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, ah, thanks. Hi, I’m Belle,” you stick your hand out to shake his. After he shakes your hand, he pauses and raises it to give you a kiss on the back of your hand. 

You’re a little uncomfortable at not only the attention, but at the way Dieter straightens up at Rob's move.

"Oh shoot, I need to go ask Aubrey something about the first look I uh…I'll be back ok?"

"Yea sure, I'll be here," Dieter says with a tight smile.

This guy better watch himself.

Dieter knew Rob was a talented photographer, but he wasn't so keen about some of his on-set behavior. When Dieter was younger the two of them ran wild with drugs and sex with whoever else on set wanted to party.

It took everything in Dieter to not get up and punch Rob in his smug face when he reached up to kiss the back of Belle's hand. He had become so attuned to her body language that he knew she was uncomfortable. He was ready to intervene should she need help, wanting to protect her from Rob's advances since he unfortunately knew all of the man's moves.

He gripped the arm of the makeup chair as he watched Rob check Belle out as she left the trailer. Once she closed the door, Rob turned around.

"You fuckin her?"

"Uh, no."

"Figured, she's not really your type. She probably gives a great blow job though, those kinds of girls are usually good at th-"

"Don’t fuckin talk about her like that man!"

Rob threw his arms up in surrender, "Jeez sorry, didn't realize you were so touchy."

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see my dear old friend…we getting into anything later? Aubrey mentioned a few people were hanging out after the shoot. She seems like she could be fun for us."

"No. I'm busy," Dieter folded his arms in front of his chest, wanting this conversation over before Belle walked back in.

"Oh that's right, I forgot your "clean" now," Rob made exaggerated air quotes. "C'mon man, we both know you're gonna fall back into it like you always do."

Dieter stood up, getting nose to nose with the man who was just slightly taller than him.

"We’re done here, unless you have something of substance to ask me?"

"Jeez, you're wound tight. I'll have to tell Aubrey to work on that for you," he winked as the trailer door opened again.

In reality you didn’t go anywhere, you just needed a moment to breathe outside. But when you heard shuffling inside, you decided to go back to make sure Dieter was okay.

As you walk in you hear the tail end of Rob's comment, something about Aubrey working on something. You shake your head as your eyes meet Dieter's. 

You clear your throat, "excuse me, can I finish up here? I'd hate to get us behind schedule."

Rob turns around and rolls his eyes at you, "Sure thing sweetheart, see you all out there."

Your eyes follow Rob as he walks out the door, turning around to see Dieter in front of you. He doesn't say anything, instead stepping up to you for a kiss. Like most kisses with the two of you, it quickly turned more passionate as he brings one hand to the back of your head and the other around your waist.

"Baby, you're going to make us get behind schedule," you smile into the kiss.

"Worth it. Fuck Rob."

You pull back, giving him one final chaste kiss on the lips. "C'mon sit back down."

"Okaaay, whatever you say," he smirks as he gives your ponytail a playful tug.

For his first look, which was a bit on the casual side, you opt to go simple with the products. You work some thickening mousse into your hands and start to sculpt the curls how you wanted them before adding more definition with a combination of two of the products Meredith gave you. 

You were concetrating so hard that you didn't notice how Dieter's eyes trailed your every move. You also didn't notice the permanent smile on his face as he watched you meticulously craft his hair.

"Ok, I think we're almost done, just a little hairspray, close your eyes," you shield his eyes with your hand as you finish off his style with some hairspray. "Ok, what do you think?" You move around to the side of the chair, looking at his reaction in the mirror.

He leans forward, examining the sides as you hand him a mirror so he could see the back as you twirl the chair around. "Baby, it looks so good. Do you like it?" His flirty tone returns as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I think you look…good." 

"Just good?" He pouts.

You laugh and roll your eyes bringing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, "no silly, you look handsome, you always do."

"Always, huh?" He rests his hands on your hips, looking up at you as you blush. "That's good to know."

"I have to get you over to Aubrey," you giggle as he stands up and kisses your neck. "S-stop," you giggle even more.

"Ok, sorry.”

"Listen, she's going to put you in a sweatshirt so please be careful putting it on, I don't want to flatten your curls."

"Yes ma'am, I'll try my best." He gives you another quick kiss before he walks out of the trailer, leaving you to clean up and pack your on-set kit.

The first location is breathtaking. On one side there is a beautiful, pristine private beach with white sand and the clearest water. On the other side, you are in awe at the expansive vistas with mountains dotted with trees and plant life. You feel like you were on the set of Jurassic Park.

And as breathtaking as the views were, the subject of the photoshoot also took your breath away. His first look was so simple and casual, a pair of gray board shorts with a blue and white tie-dyed sweatshirt. Dieter just exuded this sexy confidence. 

Aubrey pulled the hood of the sweatshirt over his head, but you were barely annoyed at the fact that she covered up most of your work. There were still a few curls that peaked out from under the hood and it was adorable.

You stand off to the side and sneak in a couple of photos using your phone. Rob asks Dieter to stand in place as he moves around to try and find a different angle. Suddenly you are positioned right behind Rob and in Dieter's line of vision. He had the art of the smolder down and suddenly it feels like it’s directed at you. So much so that you look behind you briefly to see if anyone else is standing there, which makes Dieter slightly smirk. As your eyes connect again, you feel the wet spot starting to form in your underwear.

It felt like you were in your own little bubble, just the two of you. You didn't notice Liz admiring this interaction. She can sense there is something special between the two of you simply based on how the tone of his voice slightly changes whenever he speaks about you. Even on phone calls she could tell he was smiling. So seeing the two of you together confirmed to her how much of a positive influence you were having. 

"Ok, I think we're good with this one. Onto the next look Aubrey," Rob says as he reviews the shots on his camera.

"Alright Dee, let's go," she ushers him back to the trailer as you stand by waiting.

"He's doing good huh?" You turn to see Liz behind you.

"Oh hi! Y-yea I think so, he's such a pro," you smile.

"Oh with this? Oh yes, it's old hat for him, he's done so many over the years. No, I mean like on set...with you…he's doing ok?"

You understand what she was implying as she looks at you like a mother asking how their child was doing at school. It’s sweet to see how much she cares about Dieter. He cares so much about her and just wants her to be proud of him.

"Oh yeah! He's great. So professional and amazing on set. He knows everyone's names and he's been helping Indy when she has questions or gets nervous."

"Good, good." She smiles. It seemed like there was more she wanted to say but she refrained.

"I should probably head over to see what touchups I can do."

"Oh yeah, please, don't let me hold you up!"

You stand outside of the wardrobe trailer making small talk with Danny. Aubrey finishes up a conversation with Rob and barges into the trailer without knocking. Through the doorway, you see Dieter had changed into his next pair of shorts, but he didn't have his shirt on yet. Aubrey went to close the door behind her, but you hear Dieter tell her that he didn't need help getting dressed.

“You can wait outside just like everyone else.”

She huffs as she retreats back outside, opting to stand on the other side of Danny rather than by you.

Your phone buzzes and you smile when you see Indy’s name on your screen.

INDY: How's it going? Get in a fight with dumbass Aubrey yet?

BELLE: Going well and no I'm behaving 😉

You sent her one of the photos you snuck during the first look.

INDY: Holy shit, he looks hot!

INDY: his hair looks good, just wish you could see more of it

BELLE: I knoooow 🙄 that was a dumbass Aubrey move

"Hey Belle, could you come in here?" Dieter opens the trailer door, still not wearing a shirt.

You blush as Danny smirks and starts to walk away. You caught Aubrey rolling her eyes.

"What do you need?" You ask as he closes the door behind you.

"Well…" he has a devious look on his face. "What I really want to say is you, but I know we'd get behind schedule and frankly I'm trying to get done so we can go back to the room," he winks. 

This man wasn't touching you and frankly wasn't even standing that close to you, but your legs felt wobbly and that wet patch from earlier was starting to grow. 

"I was going to ask you which shirt. Aubrey gave me two options and I wanted to see which one you liked."

He had on red swim trunks which ended a few inches above his knee. In one hand he had a white short-sleeved button-up with a pattern you couldn't make out. The other option was a white silky long-sleeved shirt which looked a bit like pajamas. 

You look around at the accessories Aubrey had laid out, glancing back to the two shirt options before making your decision. 

"Hmm, I think you go with this one," you point at the short-sleeved shirt. As he starts to put it on you grab a necklace from the counter. It was a pretty long chain with a silver square pendant. "Maybe you wear this and leave the top couple of buttons unbuttoned."

He smirks at you, seeing your mouth salivate at the sight of his bare chest. "Good choice."

"Oh and maybe these," you tuck a pair of sunglasses into the pocket of his shirt.

"Thank you for the help," he winks.

You start to fiddle with his hair, messing it up a bit while still keeping his curls defined.

"I think you look great," you step back and give him a once over. "Ready?"

"Let's go."

For the second look, Rob made Dieter walk along the beach, kicking up the water and encouraging him to be playful. His youthful energy was very much on display. 

The shoot is going according to schedule, but there are still a couple of more looks to get through. For his next one, he looks so cozy in a pair of yellow nylon shorts paired with a simple black T-shirt. The main attraction of this look was a floor-length white overcoat with orange and green stripes. For his final look, he wore a pair of white shorts with a few pleats down the front. He wore a white undershirt with a blue plaid long-sleeved button-down which was topped with a blue jacket. You reluctantly had to give it to Aubrey, all of the looks were amazing and were perfectly fitted to Dieter's body. 

He was due to do the interview over lunch as the crew packed everything up to head back to the resort. From your understanding, it was a two-part interview with the first part today and the second tomorrow from set. Before he heads off to meet the woman, he stops you.

"Psst, c'mere." He motions over to you. 

"What?"

"I wanna take a photo of you, of us," he blushes.

"Oh okay!"

He looks around at the beach and positions you both so it is in the background. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and rests his head on top of yours as his long arm extends forward to take a selfie. 

"What do you think?" He shows you the photo.

"Aww cute, I love it."

"Sweet, well I'll text it to you. I'm gonna go do this interview over lunch. Make sure you eat something too ok?"

"I will, I promise."

"Dieter! So good to see you again!" 

"Great to see you too Maria," he gives her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Maria Ramos has been an entertainment reporter for the last 15 years and has followed Dieter's career closely, nabbing his first interview post-Oscar win. While her coverage was mostly fair about him over the years, she wasn't shy about pressing him about the tough topics. That's part of the reason why Liz always flanked him on these interviews. She wanted to protect him and intervene should anything unsavory come up.

"Liz! So good to see you, you look great!"

"So do you, thanks for meeting us out here!"

The interview went well, as they talked about the show and how Dieter felt being the elder statesman of the cast. Liz was a little skeptical at how good it had been going.

"Ok, well I think we're about ready to wrap here and head back. Anything else for Dee?" She asks the woman. 

"Actually yes. Are you dating someone on the crew? You were spotted with a woman and it looks like she's here today. Any truth to the rumor?"

"I…uh," Dieter looks at Liz.

"Maria," she smiles. "I thought we agreed that we were going to steer clear of personal questions since the purpose of this interview is to highlight the show, the production, and the island, not to fuel the internet gossip machine."

"Right, of course. I just figured your fans," she looked directly at Dieter, "would be curious how you were doing. You look great by the way," she winked at him.

"Well thanks, Maria. That's nice of you to say. All I'll say to you is that I feel the happiest I've felt in a long time." He went to stand up and leave before stopping. "Feel free to interpret that however you'd like."

Dieter went back to the resort wearing the sweatshirt from the first look, Aubrey managed to get him a few pieces to keep. 

Everyone settled back into their seats from the drive earlier. Since everything was done, the drive back was quieter. You stare out the window, the gentle rocking of the van making your eyes feel heavy. Your early wake-up was catching up with you as you closed your eyes.

She looks so peaceful and beautiful when she's sleeping.

Dieter’s eyes fell onto Belle watching her as she was fast asleep, head slumped onto the window. He didn't realize the smile he had on his face, but Liz did.

"Hey," she whispers over to him, breaking his trance. "Things are going well, huh?" She motions behind her to where Belle is sleeping.

Dieter nods. "I really like her Lizzie. She's…she's special."

"I know, Dee. I can tell. You seem so happy, look," she pulls out her phone to show him a candid shot she took earlier that day. In the shot, Belle was touching up Dieter's hair, the pair laughing. "She looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky, Dee."

Dieter smiles seeing Belle so happy, but then a flicker of sadness hits his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck. "I don't deserve her Lizzie…all the shit I've done, I'm really trying hard to not fuck it up."

"Can you see yourself with her years from now?"

"I don't want to think about a life without her," he bits his bottom lip, looking back to Belle. "She's everything I've ever wanted."

"Don't overanalyze it, sweetheart, let it happen."

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[doubledyke]

dissociatED ch. 3

edd makes a confession

The contents of an overflowing black grocery bag poured into a pile on Ed’s paint speckled project table. Eddy gave the bag a final shake for good measure before tossing it and a lengthy receipt to the floor. The biggest perk of hanging out at Ed’s after school was that they never had to worry about cleaning up before they left- though that never stopped Edd from doing a cursory trash collection at the end of the night.

“Bon appétit, boys.” The shortest teen pronounced flatly after having first dibs at the avalanching mountain of snacks. He then flopped onto what was left of Ed’s mattress and dug a Game Boy Advance from one of his generous pockets. With a handful of sour gummies crammed into his gob, he listened for the usual jingle as the device powered on.

The lump was next in line to make his selections and went straight to work, stacking bag after crinkling bag of 2 for $1 treats in the crook of his arm. Once satisfied with his haul, he spun around daintily on his big toe, but was halted mid-pirouette by the waifish boy waiting patiently behind him. Edd toppled to the floor with a surprised yelp and flinched as packages slipped from Ed's clutches onto his face.

"Sorry, Double Dee." In one fell swoop, he was returned to his standing position by the herculean strength of Ed's free arm.

“That's quite alright, Ed- ED! What in heaven's name are those?!” he exclaimed, spotting the contraband just as it was unsubtly tucked behind Ed’s back. Lips pursed and arms crossed, he flashed The Look. 

“Really, Ed. Butterscotch disks?” His skinny neck snapped toward the bed to address the one who'd surely been the mastermind. With a voice as artificially sweet as the various treats that littered the floor, he resumed his questioning. “Eddy? Why, pray tell, would you make the purchase of goods containing butterscotch knowing Ed’s allergy to the confectionery?”

After he paused his game, Eddy’s unamused glare traveled slowly from his accuser to his accomplice, then back.

“It was I, Double Dee.” Ed’s noodle head hung shamefully, a jutting bottom lip garnering little sympathy from the room. “The siren of scorched butter beckons me with her syrupy serenade!” A fake sob punctuated his surprising use of syllables. 

“Ed, I only ask that if you’re planning on ingesting potentially injurious indulgences to at least provide some notice! You’re lucky mister, that I, for one, have learned from your history of impulsivity, and keep a topical antihistamine in my bag for times like these. However, there may come a day when I won’t be around to-”

The diatribe was thankfully cut off by the timely roar of a muffler-less Buick Estate approaching the house. Eddy glanced up at Edd who in turn looked at the remaining member of their trio. Ed stared a thousand yards ahead while he tore open a pouch of Pop Rocks and emptied it into his mouth. The teens waited in silence as the wagon steadied to a rumble in the driveway before sputtering out when the engine was cut. A car door was heard creaking open and slamming shut, followed by footsteps that squeaked across the floorboards overhead.

“Welp, dad’s home. May I be excused, Double Dee?” Carbonated sugar crystals exploded off his tongue as he spoke. Edd took a step back and raised a finger, but before he could offer his pardon, the perpetually sticky boy was clambering up the stairs to attend his nightly roundtable reprimand. Ed remained outwardly unaffected for being the person his family used as an emotional punching bag. It was nothing new, and as disturbing as it was to his friends, they’d learned not to harp on it. Still, Edd's chest tightened with guilt for eating into a rare moment of peace with a well-meaning but unnecessary scolding. He managed to stave off a further spiral by vowing to apologize later. 

Before retreating to his usual spot on the old blue chair, he sorted through the mess of snacks on the table. To his pleasant surprise, Eddy had taken the time to locate his special request: unsalted dry roasted edamame. A giddy peek at the bed found two eyes peering back at him over the handheld console until they darted back to the tiny pixelated world on the screen.  

“Thank you, Eddy.” He flashed a weak smile and sat cautiously on the decrepit recliner, wondering if this would be the night it finally collapsed. With his weight fully settled, he breathed a weary sigh of relief then sluggishly rummaged around his satchel for a source of cerebral stimulation. On quite the rebellious streak as of late, his eyes shifted scandalously as he thumbed past his homework folder and opted for a decidedly more recreational selection. He settled as comfortably as he could to begin yet another read through of Finnegans Wake.

By page five he realized he’d just been staring at the blocks of text without processing their deeply ensconced meaning. The exposed plywood digging into the small of his back was only partly to blame for his distraction. Being alone with Eddy these days was rare and resulted in an unavoidable onslaught of complex thoughts and emotions.

Three years feels like an eternity when you’re a kid. But the collective trauma caused by the events of the summer before 8th grade remained evergreen in Edd’s restive brain. Much like everyone else in the neighborhood, he’d been shell-shocked by the revelation of Eddy’s abuse at the hands of the man he misguidedly idolized. The image of his friend, unguarded and gored took months to shake. It was made all the more difficult by his own incessant replaying of the tender moment the two shared immediately after the carnage.

He wondered what Eddy felt when reflecting on the overt display of affection. Did he look back on that moment with the same warmth? Did he look back on it at all?

An eerie quiet loomed over Rethink Avenue after the incident. Since his painfully public humiliation, Eddy left his days of bunco artistry behind and seemed to be exploring his newfound individuality- or so Edd hoped.

Despite their initial outpouring of empathy, the kids struggled to maintain a tolerance for Eddy once it was clear that his riley temperament wasn’t as easily dropped. Ed and Edd didn’t mind of course; they loved Eddy for the firebrand that he always was. The trio was closer than ever, and weren’t particularly bothered by their largely unchanged status as outcasts. Some things had changed, however. It wasn’t long before Edd noticed a disparity in how he viewed his two closest friends. He and Ed were still akin to brothers, offering comfort and protection from their less than ideal home lives.

But "brother" no longer seemed an appropriate label for Eddy; thinking back, he wasn’t positive it had ever been. Eddy often teased that they were “partners in crime”, prompting Edd to roll his eyes in tepid disapproval. Now, with the so-called crime behind them, did that mean they were just... partners?

At first, this shift in perception was easy enough to shrug off as another fleeting infatuation- after all, he still had a bit of a thing for Nazz. But the passage of time did nothing to sway this new sentiment. By now he’d long given up trying to deny the dangerous appeal of Eddy’s casual insubordination, the bizarre charm in his audacity, his inexplicably endearing immaturity. Not to mention how fetched Edd was by his patchy goatee and trendy hoop earring.

Suddenly everything Eddy said or did was under scrutiny for some implicit meaning. Every indiscreet invasion of personal space and cheeky comment was taken as a hint that he might just feel the same about Edd.

Then again, Eddy wasn’t shy by any means, so if he did have similar feelings, surely he would have mentioned it by now… right? Given the boy’s turbulent upbringing, it was reasonable to assume that he was simply too afraid or embarrassed to broach the subject. Plus, the mildest affectionate gesture made his skin crawl- a fact that Edd was painfully aware of.

The concept was completely foreign to him, as years of touch starvation were starting to take its toll. So much so, that he’d recently found himself looking forward to the occasional odiferous bear hug from Ed. Nonetheless, he respected Eddy’s boundaries, ever-changing as they were.

The mixed signals were a tad frustrating, though. One moment he’s utterly unapproachable, the next he’s practically on top of you. Edd could no longer control the way his lip quivered during those moments. The way he'd turn beet red and still be utterly incapable of looking away.

“Take a picture why dontcha? Weirdo.” The croaky voice snapped Edd’s mind back to the crumbling purple walls of the basement where he’d been gawking at Eddy for the entirety of his impromptu reflection. He emitted a few indignant scoffs and squeaks while scanning the immediate area for something else to look at.

“Oh no, I-I wasn’t…W-Well I was just…”

“Relax, Sockhead, I’m just joshin’ ya .” His brow curled in genuine concern at the mortified expression on Edd’s pallid face.

“Oh, of course, a joke. Hehe. Funny.” His eyes grew large just as he shot abruptly from his seat and snatched up the discarded grocery bag from the cement floor. Spread out flat, it was just wide enough to provide a barrier between the rancid mattress and his pristine pants. With a painfully tight grip on his bony knees, he twisted rigidly to face the portly object of his affection. The unexpected proximity had Eddy slowly shrinking into the corner.

“I need to get something off my chest, Eddy, to clear the air, so to speak.”

Eddy perked up slightly. “Seriously, it was just a joke. I don’t think you’re that weird.”

“Never mind that.” Though impertinent, the clarification was some relief to Edd. He continued, “After considerable time spent deliberating, I’ve come to accept that though my selfish unburdening may well bring about unintended consequences, I simply can’t go on ruminating and rehashing hypotheticals. For my own sanity, it’s best I know exactly where I stand- where we stand. You have my word that no matter your reaction to what I have to say, I won’t be upset. I only ask that you take into consideration my sensibilities when forming your sincere response.”

“For chrissake Edd, just spit it out already! You’re makin’ me nervous.” The Game Boy was shut off and tossed aside so he could wipe his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans.

“Eddy, I-”

On cue, pounding footsteps barreled down the groaning stairs. Their newly liberated friend burst into the room sporting his trademark slaphappy grin. Eddy’s indignant glare lingered on a jolted Edd, whose attention was drawn elsewhere.

“I am back, you guys! Pass the ointment, Double Dee!” Resilient as always, Ed stomped over to the buffet of junk in search of something salty to accompany his disks of discomfort.

Eddy stood up on the bed briefly before hopping to the floor and yanking the lofty teen to eye level by a handful of his jacket collar.

“Welcome back, big guy. Hey, listen, I just remembered there’s this gargantuan bug in my bathroom and I need Double Dee here to come see if it's poisonous.”

“Oh, why Eddy, if you simply provided a description of this aberrant arthropod, I’m certain I could-” His innocent offer was snuffed by a clammy hand over his mouth. He fought the immature urge to bite one of the fingers. Like it was his fault that Eddy’s on-the-fly excuse was so easily refuted.

“You're in charge of holdin' down the fort till we get back, got it?”

“Roger Wilco, Eddy!” A ground shaking stomp and stiff salute served to drive his unclear point home.

“At ease, Lump.” He landed a few affectionate wallops on Ed’s bicep, then shot a look at the quasi-entomologist. “Let’s get this over with.”

The old table buckled when Eddy leapt onto the corner to gain access to the window and shimmied through the ever tightening port to the backyard. 

“Double Dee?”

Edd stopped on Eddy’s trail to answer, “Yes, Ed?”

“If Eddy’s bug needs a place to stay, there is plenty of room in my humble commode.”

“How… considerate of you, Ed. I’ll inform, um, it of your very generous offer.” He turned to leave but was quickly sidetracked again.

“Oh, Ed!” He looked up with doe eyes and placed a gentle hand on the boy’s sinewy forearm. “I’d like to apologize for chastising you earlier. It’s not my place to dictate the decisions you make regarding your health. Though, it’s probably best to provide you with your own tube of diphenhydramine cream. Just in case.” An affiliative smile spanned his face for the few seconds he waited for a response.

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cured meat. And I am quite partial to bologna.”

“Yes, well. I’d best be on my way if I hope to avoid an ear-splitting admonishment of my own.”

The ginger haired giant gaped, eyebrow cocked, as the boy’s spindly arms struggled to lift the weight of his equally scrawny lower half out of the basement. After spending several seconds watching his friend’s kicking legs and pained grunts, he lurched to the window and nudged Edd’s rear with just enough force to send him stumbling into the patchy footpath outside. Once somewhat stabilized on his disproportionately small feet, he hollered his appreciation.

“Thank you, Ed! Back in a jiff!”

Standing coolly at the end of the front yard, Eddy wasted no time pulling out a metal case and matching Zippo from another of his many pockets. His thumb stroked the crudely buffed out initials of the case’s previous owner as he popped it open. He pinched a slightly stale menthol cigarette between his lips and used his left hand to block the breeze, his right to light. That first fiending drag of nicotine always left him woozy. Using a light post to steady himself, he watched through heavy lidded eyes as Edd flounced into view.

The out of shape boy’s dramatic heaving stopped as soon as he whiffed the acrid aroma of tobacco.

“Eddy, I’d prefer you didn’t do that upwind of me.” He swallowed hard and watched the cherry glow red as Eddy inhaled another puff, a characteristically devious grin forming around the carcinogenic tube.

“You’re the one standin’ so damn close! C’mon, I ain't out here for my health.” 

With that, the pair started down the sidewalk to Eddy’s home. Their shared lack of spatial awareness resulted in the frequent bumping of shoulders, elbows and hands as they shuffled along in silence. A gust of autumn wind on top of the awkward physical contact prompted Eddy to lip his cigarette and shove his hands in his jacket pockets.

The whimsy of marcescent leaves rustling in the nipping breeze had Edd recalling the many idyllic scenarios wherein he finally makes his long awaited confession. Planning was the one constant throughout all of his fantasies; scheduling a time that was convenient for them both, meeting at an undisclosed- and tastefully atmospheric -location, and reading from a deliberately worded billet-doux.

Instead, the rosy imagery was choked out by another miasma from Eddy’s mouth. He grimaced, watching the discarded cigarette land in a growing pile below the back window. His attention was then quickly drawn back to his prospective flame who, in a heartening display of etiquette, had stepped back and was motioning him through the bedroom’s exterior door as it whirred open with an inviting gush of warm air. It wasn’t the moss covered stone pergola hidden away in the vast secret garden of his daydreams. But the clean, well-decorated interior of the bedroom was an improvement.

Edd lingered by the door, looking on while his wheezing friend slunk off to the bathroom. 

“Go on then,” The husky boy was heard a few minutes later, garbling through the foam of toothpaste in his mouth. “I’m listening.”

Edd bit his lip and took a few reluctant steps toward the middle of the room. The sound of medium bristles scrubbing properly aligned teeth echoed off the tile floor of the bathroom. He cleared his throat loudly and adjusted his hat. Feeling a bit dispirited by Eddy’s seeming indifference, he struggled to maintain focus on the task at hand.

You’ve come this far, Eddward. Turning back is no longer an option. Besides, you’ll feel better once you’ve disencumbered yourself. Go forward!

“Hello? Earth to Double Dee?” The voice was now outside the bathroom. Eddy flicked the light off on his way out, slung a retro patterned hand towel used to dab his mouth over his shoulder and zipped to his vanity. There he refreshed his CK One.

The corners of Edd’s mouth tightened. Choosing the right words from the hundreds that bounced around his brain at any given second was more challenging than expected. The wrong one could lead to a critical misunderstanding, which might cause irreparable damage to their already at-risk relationship.

Eddy managed to pry his eyes from his reflection long enough to turn around and face Edd who looked to be fighting a losing internal battle. Nothing new there.

“Forgive me. You’ll understand if I’m a bit nervous.” He faked a chuckle. A second clearing of his throat expelled the first words that came to mind.

“I’m quite fond of you, Eddy.” Dilated pupils darted to the furthest corners of his bugged out eyes. The stocky body in his periphery didn’t move.

A bit lackluster, but a good start. Elaborate.  

“To put it more plainly, my indelible admiration for you has taken on a romantic hue… Hours of introspection, countless thought experiments and an economy-size box of facial tissue have all led me to this conclusion.”

His stiff neck ratcheted slightly to the right, followed by the rest of his body as he dared to close much of the space between them.

“I’ve grappled with the possibility that said feelings may be unrequited. And in the event that you do share my sentiment, less than two percent of adolescent affairs last beyond high school...”

Emboldened by adrenaline, he froze where he stood, now only a couple feet away and placed a heavy hand on Eddy’s broadened shoulder.

“That said, I’m truly hoping that for once, the odds are in my favor.”

Edd's gimlet eye and uncharacteristically forceful grip had Eddy weighing his options for an escape; if he was quick, he could slip out from Edd’s grasp and leg it back to Ed’s. No way he'd want to keep talking about this in front of Ed. Or, he could fake the sudden onset of some obscure disease- a surprisingly reliable option.

His eyes narrowed as he debated, fixed on the wisps of thin, dark hair resting against Edd’s cricked neck.

“Eddy?” The voice was so low it prompted Eddy to look around for the source.

“Why’s everyone think I’m gay, Double Dee?” There was a genuine curiosity to his question, though he dreaded every possible answer.

Edd withdrew his hand and used it to anxiously massage his bony chest. His lack of facial expression was typically an indication that he was on the verge of collapse. Eddy tried to be subtle in taking a small step back.

Now, look what you’ve done. Why would you touch him? And with unwashed hands, no less!

Feigning maturity was beyond tiresome. Edd wanted to throw himself on the ground, kicking and screaming until he got his way. He’d half a mind to inform Eddy exactly why everyone was so quick to make judgements regarding his sexuality. Figuring he’d already put enough strain on their friendship for one night, he instead played dumb. 

“Um… Far be it from me to dissect the complexities of your identity, Eddy. It seems, based on your reaction, that even my perception was skewed after years of friendship.” The adenoidal quality of his voice returned once his throat was cleared a third time. His hand instinctively pressed against his burning cheek, then tugged at the zipper of his quarter zip sweater.

Eddy’s short rearward steps continued until he collided noisily into his rickety dressing table. After confirming nothing had broken, he contested.

“So a guy bathes regularly and knows how to put together an outfit. That makes him a f-” Noting Edd’s disapproving squint, he quickly found another word. “...Fruit?” 

If the context weren’t so gut-wrenching, Edd would have laughed out loud at the boy’s callow reasoning. 

Oh, Eddy. My obstinately oblivious abettor. 

Behind the beads of perspiration on Eddy’s scrunched forehead a war raged on; a conflict between conscious and unconscious mind. To think, someone whose last name wasn’t Kanker was interested in him. And it was Double Dee of all people- the finicky genius, wise to the many skeletons in Eddy’s overloaded closet. The guy who even seemed to have the dames figured out wanted him. It was doing wonders for his recently shoddy self-worth. And he could’ve easily been carried away on that cloud had it not been for the anchor of doubt, despair, and disgust keeping him firmly on the ground. It was true, he knew Eddy like one of those tomes he read for fun. So if Edd thought he was bent… That meant he’d better keep growing out the goatee.

“Eddy, my personal interests aside, I feel I must reiterate: There is nothing nefarious about same sex attraction. It is entirely amoral, despite hegemonic messaging to the contrary.” He paused, remembering that morality wasn’t exactly topping Eddy’s list of priorities. He tried a different angle.

“Gay and bisexual men aren’t inherently less masculine than their heterosexual counterparts. Sexual orientation has no bearing on how someone may choose to express their gender identity.”

The blank look on Eddy’s face was proof enough that he remained unmoved by the attempted appeal to logic. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently.

“Eddy, are you going to listen to me or your father, who can only be distinguished from archaic man by his ability to cajole elderly widows into the peeling leather interior of dubiously discounted daily drivers?”

The fist-clenching frustration that prompted his outburst dissipated quickly, replaced by pity when he met eyes with the confused young man before him.

Still at a loss, Eddy knew his friend was right. But as far as he was concerned, to admit that was tantamount to coming out.

“I’m sorry, Dee. It’s nothin’ personal, really. I just don’t swing that way."

[rhodesrider]

You Okay?

CG!Damian P. x Little!Pup!Fem!Reader

Warning: Agere, Pup-space -Somewhat-, non verbal behaviors, mentions of verbal abuse in family, crying, sensitive hearing behaviors

Minors DNI! 18+! SFW!

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Damian waved bye to the guys and Rhea as they finished up their group workout, he yawned going in the house tired some but still had a good amount of energy knowing what he had to face coming back to his home. He looked around as he could have swore she heard his keys, so where could she be? He rattled his keys again once more and still nothing. He whistled some trying to call her next but nothing. Did she go out somewhere? He looked on his phone with location and saw Y/N was still in the house. He then focused his ears to certain sounds around the house, hearing the tv in her playroom. He put his bag to the side and put his keys in the bowl sitting down taking off his shoes. Looking around seeing that the house was clean still, he peeked at the kitchen and there was a slight mess but nothing he couldn’t handle. Still needed to talk to her about cleaning up her messes. He tried whistling again but nothing. “Does she have her headphones in again?” He mumbled to himself. He went ahead to the other room and saw that Y/N was in a big shirt of his, pup ears and her headphones, sleep. Buried in her bean bag bed with bone print on it and cuddled with her pacifier and bluey stuffed animal. He smiled and he sat on the floor close to her playing with her hair smiling. Y/N slowly started to wake up and smiled giggling seeing her papa. “Hey sleepy head, you were sleep the whole time because papa wasn’t here?” He asked whispering. She shook her head no pointing to a plate that once was a sandwich and some juice in her sippy cup.

“Welp you ate that’s good. But papa saw the mess you made.” She blinked pouting and sat up crawling on him and hugged him soon going in a Koala mode, he sighed smiling hugging her back. “I’m not mad baby, but I remember we had a deal about cleaning up after yourself.” She nodded looking up at him giving sorry eyes. “I forgive you pup, now let’s go clean some and we can watch a movie.” She nodded and she was soon lifted by Damian humming and carrying her around the house, he sat her on the island in the kitchen and started to clean up. She was reaching for stuff to help with but seeing how she is Damian just decided to take over. He could see she’s a bit smaller today, he kissed her cheek every time she was trying to grab reassuring he had it. She swung her feet looking down soon hearing the battery dying in her headphones. She hated the indicator so quickly took them off and growled low a bit rubbing her ears. Damian looked seeing she was irritated and saw the headphones off. “Poor baby, what’s wrong?” He said drying his hands finished with the dishes, he rubbed her ears for her as she looked agitated some. “Your headphones huh? I’ll put them on the charger, you want papas’?” She nodded and he got her carrying her to the living room and putting his headphones on to help. She smiled again and he kissed her nose. Now he just has to figure out how she got this little.

He looked through her phone and saw it was back to back messages from her father. Damian sighed going ahead and hearing the voicemails. Her dad isn’t the best when it comes to being gentle or nice, so in the messages it’s the usual. Asking for money, screaming at her when she isn’t responding fast enough, it made Damian’s blood boil. He put her phone down and he went back to the living room seeing she was trying to find a movie to watch. “Snack pup?” He asked her and she nodded finding the how to train your dragon section for dreamworks. He grabs some cookies and his blanket, “Pup give papa a minute, I wanna get comfy too.” She nodded and held on to her bluey plush as she waited. He came back in comfy clothes and they started their movie. “Can you talk to me yet pup?” She looked up and hesitated some but nodded. “Ok, what happened? You were fine when I left this morning.” He asked worried. “…My dad called me…” she said low. He nodded already knowing but still needs to see where her head is. “He said he wants me to come home…he’s tired of my mama and needs money…” she sighed and tears fell. A verbal abusive parent has always been her father, so she moved away, got a job working for the network and met Damien. “I know you don’t want you to go. You want me to come with you baby?” She shook her head no. “I’m not going at all. I talked to mama and she said she’s fine she’s staying with her sister to get away from him. But he’s never gonna get better.” She whimpered after that sentence and started to cry. Y/N cares so much about her family but she can’t go through it with her family again. Her dad especially.

Damian sighed and held her close wiping her tears. Her headspace is connected to trauma and this is how she copes, he’s still learning about her little space and her pet space. He reads up on it and even had friends to help. Just to help her be comfortable and calm. “Pup it’s gonna be ok, let’s watch the movie ok? We can watch anything you want today. You have me for the rest of the night.” She sniffled and nuzzled in him more with her thick blanket. He fed her a cookie here and there laughing and giggling at some parts of the movies. She was at peace and she was calm, happy she’s here with her papa. “Thank you papa.�� “You’re welcome sweetie pie, I love you.” “I love you too.” She giggled and bit the cookie that was in Damian’s hand making him gasp playfully and laugh. He tickled her some and went back to the movie. Happy that he helps finding her peace.

[doxypsychlean]

Hi if you have time can I request anything about yandere Aegon with his second wife who’s a Lannister and one of the fairest in kingdom like firstly she didn’t want to marry him as she already fell in love with Aemond and take it out on the servant as a way to punish or go against Aegon and how he would react to that. Thank you have a good day :)

Ello, stranger! I must admit, I had to look up that term before I started writing lol. Hope you like it! Cheers!

Gentle touch

Yandere!Aegon x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: dead body, abuse, Aegon is a complete ass in this one

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Welp, I really hope I got this whole yandere thing right lol.

The lioness kicked at the dead body that laid on the floor. Oh, what a tragedy. Another servant gone. Two so far this week. Or three, she couldn't remember.

"Beloved, I would appreciate it if you stopped murdering the servant girls. The way this is going, soon there'd be no one left to attend to the Red Keep's needs." Aegon rested his head on her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her rounded belly in a possessive manner. "How are you feeling?"

The Joy of Casterly Rock had nothing to say. She'd been refusing to talk to him ever since Aegon proclaimed that she's not to leave their shared quarters until the birth of the child. According to the maesters, the Lannister needed to rest. Not long after, she found herself surrounded by servants. They never stood in one place for long, never stopped talking. The doula was the worst one of the whole lot. Perhaps that was the reason she'd left the world of the living first.

"I could wait all eternity, my heart. There is no need to rush." The prince smiled wickedly. "You, on the other hand, I cannot wait to meet."

"You have two other children you barely pay attention to. I doubt you'd be any different with this one..." She hissed.

He kept on smiling down at her belly, as if he hadn't heard a single word that came out of her mouth.

"We're perfectly fine here." Without you, she thought to herself. "You should go visit Helaena. I need to rest."

His smile faltered. Aegon grabbed her by the throat, his wife's back still turned to him.

"Why do you insist on keeping me away? Do you not wish to spend time with me, wife? Why do you cast your husband aside so easily?"

His grip got stronger with every word. He knew exactly what the reason was. He'd had the displeasure of living under the same roof with said reason all his life.

"Am I not enough for you? What is it that makes you throw yourself into my brother's arms every time I leave this room? What does he have that I don't?"

She called out his name weakly, her pretty face had turned to a crimson color. A look of fear and shock twisted her fine features, eyes bulging out. Small white dots had started to appear in her vision. The grip she had on his hand loosened.

"Please..." faint whisper.

"Do you love me?"

"...Aegon..."

"Do. You. Love. Me." He repeated, small pause between each word. He liked taking his time with her.

"Yes!"

The Prince finally let go of her, his wife dropping to her knees. The eyes of the corpse that she'd kicked earlier were now staring right at her. The mouth of the poor servant girl had twisted up as her face had slid on the floor. She looked as if she was smiling. Life sure has its' sick way of getting back at you...

"Get some rest, my lioness" Aegon knelt next to her. He ever so gently kissed her head, fingers brushing through gold locks. "Next time I hear about you and my brother, it'd be you lying dead on the floor."

It was him or no one...

She finally understood.

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands. 

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face. 

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone. 

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said. 

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow. 

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled. 

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building. 

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. 

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu. 

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned. 

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you. 

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor. 

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door. 

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you. 

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you. 

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“ 

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath. 

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back. 

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands. 

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back. 

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes. 

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive. 

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second. 

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed. 

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head. 

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside. 

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you. 

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm. 

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again. 

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks. 

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed. 

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes. 

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side. 

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head. 

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed. 

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows. 

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed. 

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears. 

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up. 

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh. 

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck. 

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned. 

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry. 

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it. 

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before. 

****

To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement. 

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke. 

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced. 

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage. 

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic. 

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile. 

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips. 

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space. 

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm. 

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes. 

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone. 

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy. 

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips. 

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads. 

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear. 

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue. 

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men. 

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder. 

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side. 

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor. 

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted. 

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you. 

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand. 

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter. 

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head. 

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized. 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled. 

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat. 

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger. 

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed. 

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

****

You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty. 

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him. 

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel. 

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather. 

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage. 

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones. 

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed. 

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand. 

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours. 

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur. 

“Please don’t go,” you murmured. 

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ZIMPAI SHIZPOST STORY PART 4: ZOOM PINNING FOR DOBBLE

(I WROTE TOO MUCH DIALOGUE IN THIS ONE 😭)

“…With the help of his vile mechanical servants, he plotted to destroy everything we have. Everything we are…”

The big-headed boy monologued as usual.

“Didn’t you already say all these things before?” Gaz raised an eyebrow, actually curious about what happened to her brother for once.

Dib ignored her and continued.

“And then…”

A dramatic pause.

That was when Dib-chan fell to the floor, hitting the ground with his noodle arms and ugly sobbing with his usual sparkling anime tears.

“MY ZIMPAI VANISHHHEEEDD!! NOoOOooOoOoOOo!!”

“Dude, it’s been only like- a day or something,” Gaz sighed.

“WAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The purple/pinkish/magenta/(WHATEVER U THINK HER HAIR COLOR IS) haired girl backed away with a concerned and disgusted look on her face and then finally decided to ignore her weird brother’s yapping like how she always did.

Of course, Dib didn’t notice his sister leaving and continued bawling his eyes out on the floor, trying to figure out what he did wrong to drive his Zimpai away.

“Is it the letter I gave him?! Wait no- I didn’t even give it to him at all! I just smacked it at his bald green head and took it back! I guess it was just some plot device to help me make the scene more dramatic and romantic,” Dib thought to himself out loud.

Meanwhile, the said Zimpai was in his base, trying to figure out something too. That something was the love loathe he felt for that crazy dorky glasses wearing boy of his dreams nightmares…

“COMPUTER! RESEARCH THIS INFERIOR FEELING SQUIRMING AROUND IN MY GLORIOUS IRKEN SELF!!” Zim yelled while trying not to think too much about the boy.

The computer groaned and obliged. The results were all about crushes and how to get them to like you back. Zim was shocked. The miGhTY and PoWeRFuL invader?! HAVING A CRUSH!?

…Maaaybe Zim actually always knew about this whole ‘love’ thing. Maybe he was just always in denial. Maybe he actually loves-

“UGH NO! IT’S NOT LIKE I LIKE THAT FOOL DIB OR ANYTHING!”

“Uhhh I didn’t say anything, master…” Computer groaned again, rolling his nonexistent eyes.

“SILENCEEEE! I NEED TO THIIIINK!!”

“Ughhh just go to that human already or something,”

Zim perked up and grinned. “That’s IT! I MUST CONFRONT THAT WORM BABY ABOUT THE CURSE HE GAVE ME! I’M A GENIUS!!”

This time, the computer didn’t even bother to respond as there was no use. Besides, the Irken was already on his way outside, grabbing the same plot device letter thing Dib-chan used, gracefully maRcHING his way to Dib’s house…

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WELP THAT JUST HAPPENED!!

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Jenecis placed her helmet back on and they both shifted towards her home, as they got to the door he looked up and down her stead.

It was a modest house, it looked fairly like the rest of the houses albeit a bit cleaner, she opened the door and issued him in, she entered with him behind her. The inside was much more alluring, his eyes expanded as he looked at the wonderful carpets and drapery’s that coated the rooms walls and floor.

“guard work must pay well…” he thought, amazed by how nice her house was.

“Feel free to take a look around, I’ll be right back” she said, moving down into her basement from a room a over from where he was.

“Thank you!” He said, Taking his time to intake the pretty household scenery.

While it wasn’t gorgeous, it was a beauty in modernity, Just decent enough to exist in but not enough to cost a fortune. Although, to him it was a gem, the only time he got to be indoors was when he was lucky enough to get inside shelters before they filled up with whatever other poor welps entered.

After some time passed, he heard her voice ring out from far away.

“Edward! I got what I needed! I hope you’re still up there!”

He shot up, quickly assuming a polite posture than what he was doing before, with his arms behind his back, he awaited her return.

She came up the basement stairs and entered the living room with a map in her hands, showing it off to him.

“Alright, so here’s the plan…”

She placed it on the dining table, spreading herself over it and pointing out the important locations.

He looked over her shoulder, gazing intently at the map as she issued her plot.

She twisted her head around from the map, realizing this position for viewing was a tad bit uncomfortable for him.

“Oh I’m sorry about that! I got a little too into our plans, here, take a seat over there” she said, pointing at the chair next to him.

He accepted, as he went to plop down onto the chair he stopped himself, realizing how dirty his attire was.

“Um actually, it’s probably better off if I didn’t, I don’t want to dirty your stuff.” He said, shyly moving his eyes away from direct contact with hers.

Jenecis raised her hand to her chin, thinking of what to do.

“Let’s get you out of those mucky clothes, I have a pair that should fit you and it’s a lot cleaner than that.”

She walked away, bending over and reaching into her closet for attire to fit him.

She began to hum quietly to herself as she searched, making noises to fill out the silence that was in the atmosphere, forgetting her own self awareness.

He looked at the floor, swaying himself left and right in slightly nervous way, trying to process what was occurring in his head.

“Clean clothes? All right! Ive gotten so used to these muddy rags that they stopped itching but… wait a second, She’s being nice again, giving me clothes for the sake of it, she is going to demand something in return isn’t she? Ah man, I don’t have anything to give her for thanks, I’m just taking without giving again… this never feels right” he thought, becoming weighed down by guilt.

“Ah ha! Here they are!” She cheered, pulling herself out of the closet and holding a plain green shirt and brown pants.

Each of the apparels had slight scuffs on them and wear from time, but they were much more cleaner than his yucky street rags.

“Alright here we go! Put these on” she said, Handing them to him.

He accepted them gladly, looking at her and back down at the new clothes.

As he looked at her he realized she swapped clothes as well, a gentle fitting blue shirt and white pants secured around her body, her tail still poked out from her clothes.

“Oh thank you! I um, How can I repay you?” He stuttered, not sure where he was going with his own words.

She raised her brow, “You think I expect payment for a gift I’m giving you?”

He chuckled nervously, “Oh uh, Sorry, I know it sounds silly but, you’ve been awfully nice to me for zero reason and well-“

She halted him with the raising of her hand, “That’s not silly at all Edward, while i do appreciate your consideration, I don’t need anything for this, again, think of it as a gift! They’re all yours now! I’m not going to demand anything out of you.”

He smiled, knowing now that there was no way he could stop her assertiveness, “Thank you jenecis, this means a lot to me, I won’t forget this.”

Jenecis chuckled a bit, with a sly smile spreading onto her face.

“Oh come on, they’re literally just basic clothes, I feel guilty for not giving you something more classy honestly”

His face lit up more, jenecis was chuckling at his gratitude, this made him feel special.

“Well, I uhm…” he trailed off, still holding the clothes in his hand.

“What’s up? Something wrong?” She questioned.

He looked down, avoiding eye contact, “can you look away please? I-“

“I’ve seen plenty of folk naked in my line of work and past adventures, Don’t be nervous man, It doesn’t freak me out” she said, without any tension.

His facial muscles raised, his cheeks flushing lightly as his lips smiled uncontrollably, he couldn’t stop himself from nervously smirking.

“Ah! I um, I mean- It makes ME nervous, being stared at, ya know? While not clothed at all…”

Jenecis laughed at his shyness, “Oh come now, I promise I won’t make fun of you, you’ll be living in my house for a few weeks anyway, might as well break the ice without being embarrassed over each others looks.”

He tucked himself in more, “S-sorry, I just not used to this sorta thing”

Jenecis could see he was insecure about her looking at him, while it was really funny to her, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

She let out a couple more giggles, attempting to cover her mouth with her hand, “O-okay, that’s completely fine, I’ll turn around, okay? I promise I won’t peak… maybe….”

“Maybe?!” He squeaked in shock.

She couldn’t stop chuckling, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

She waved her hands limply, “Go on, I not gonna look”

He continued to look at her, one eyebrow raised in almost a sassy manner, his face having more attitude to it than before.

She laughed again “hehe, Edward! I can’t take you seriously when you look at me like that!”

He giggled a bit, now placing his hand on his hips while still holding the clothes in his other, resuming the same face at jenecis.

“Edward please- I,psshhahaha!” Laughed jenecis, not breaking from her last fit of laughter.

She leaned her hands into her knees, kneeling over from wheezing, her head lowering in her giddy fit.

He smiled more, knowing he was making jenecis nearly die of laughter, all it took was a goofy look from him and she would be livid.

As she kept being influenced by her laughing fit, he contemplated on jenecis, before she was so intimidating, she became less intimidating and then went to being even MORE intimidating in an instant but now… she really was just another living being like him, having a good time at the smallest funny things In life, and of all things, it was him making her giddy! Just some leftover lowlife from the streets that prayed himself to sleep all his life. Were things really different now? He recalled just hours back when life was uncertain and now all the sudden it feels like he had been living here with her for awhile.

She picked herself back up, recovering from her absurd giggles,

“thank you. I haven’t laughed like that in forever, even with the circumstances appearing dire, you still managed to make me genuinely merry”

She held her smile, looking at him with relaxed eyes, he responded back with the same look, proud that he could provide such comfort.

“Without that spooky armor on… she sure is friendly” he thought to himself.

She turned around “alright you, put those clothes on and we can continue our conversation”

He smirked, “Gotcha”

He grabbed the dagger out of his pocket and the vial, “uhhh, where should I-“

She responded, not facing him but knowing what he hinted at, “Oh just put ‘em on the floor, Don’t worry, I won’t be upset if they get dirty, I mean, They will eventually get dirty, Ya know? Just with… okay Im not gonna say that”

He chuckled, now feeling a lot better about the plans, regardless of how dark it was going to be, he always had jenecis to rely on.

Jenecis’s lip curved upward in a slight smirk, “Did I just hear him giggle at that joke?” She thought, becoming more comfortable with the whole situation.

“Things are going swimmingly! Once this whole situation is done, Maybe he’d like to stay here with me… it’d be a lot more comfortable with another person to come back to at the end of the day-“

“Alright I’m done changing!”

Jenecis jolted, Getting startled out of her own thoughts by his excited cheer.

She turned around, “Someone sounds cheerful”

As she placed her eyes on him she quickly became livid, His new clothes fitted him perfectly, They complimented his natural scheme and looked So cute on him.

“How do I look?” Said Edward, holding his hands out and presenting his newly adorned clothes. A satisfied look on his face.

Jenecis put her hands to her face in excitement,

“oh you look great!” She chimed, trying to contain her excitement.

He did a slight pirouette in his new attire, making sure to grandly show off his new look to her.

“Thank you jenecis, for your generosity and kindness” he said, also containing his delight.

As they both looked at each other for a number of seconds, the realization popped into their heads.

“Ah! The plans!”

They both walked over to the table and sat down, discussing what was in store for the future, Jenecis had marked down the specifics on the map.

The targets house, the steps to get there, how long it would take, the hero’s average walk path, everything.

“She’s really been readying this up for a while now, huh?” He thought, contemplating still on this whole idea of killing.

“So, Essentially you’ll take the road from my house to the west, then you’ll reach the town, after that you should keep continuing through the shopping district until you reach the beginning of the plaza, in that sector you should see a well dressed house, adorned by purple and yellow decorations, this is the hero’s house.” Said jenecis

Edward quickly interjected into her planning, “Speaking of hero, Do they have a name? I don’t think I ever asked about it”

Jenecis realized she hadn’t told him.

“Doh! My bad, the name for em is enthu”

[benjaminthewolf]

Living Up To Your Name (Vore Story)

Welp, this was one of the most difficult vore story projects I've ever tackled.

Mainly because of the battle scenes. Yeah, needless to say, battle scenes are hard to write.

But this is the Sky/landers franchise we're talking about. Fighting is kinda, ya know, their whole thing, so-

Word count: 7,623

WARNING: INJURY, SWEARING

     Astroblast gradually shifted his head around on his pillow as he let a muted, scratchy half-murmur half-gnarly-grumble vibrate itself around in his voice box for a few seconds. Reluctantly rolling his crystal body over on his bed so he was now lying upon his front, heaving out a mildly despondent sigh as he did, the light elemental Supercharger soon after attempted to let his mind drift away from hazy consciousness (just as he had done all throughout the same night, so be it), and enter eventually into a state of tranquil, steady slumber, so he could finally get some good rest for next morni- 

     *FWOOMP*

   “ASTROBLAST!”

      Automatically and instantly lurching upwards as an instinctively hysteric “AAAAH!” burst out of the crystalline man’s throat, Astroblast urgently shot open his eyes, and swung his head around his room so he could decisively figure out what was going on. As soon as he did this, he immediately realized two things.

     Firstly, and most importantly, the one, or actually, the ones who had screeched out his name, and caused this sheer panic as a result, was the three of Fiesta’s amigos. Despite all being tiny skeletons, they were currently breathing in and out very rapidly, whilst leaning against the frame of the door they had just broken open in tremendous exhaustion. 

     Secondly, Astroblast was able to figure out from the height and angle he was looking at them from that he had apparently activated subconsciously his anti-gravity floating ability from the shock, and was now hovering approximately two feet over his bed, still positioned with his front towards the ground, as a result. Also due to this, his white and gold-trimmed pajama shirt with “I Come In Peace” printed in its center was now visible to the trio. His pajama shorts were similarly visible, and possessed the same color palette. 

     In the time it had taken him to comprehend this second fact, however, one of the amigos, coincidentally, the one in the middle, aptly known as “Dos” had finally managed to catch his breath enough to speak up to Astroblast once more.

“WEDON’TKNOWHOWATALLBUTCOUNTMONEYBONECAPTUREDFIESTAANDHEALSOTOOKTHECRYPTCRUSHERANDFIESTASUMMONEDUSAFTERDISTRACTINGCOUNTMONEYBONESOWECOULDGETTHECRYPTCRUSHEROUTOFTHERESOWECOULDGETHELPANDNOWTHEY’REUPPASTSKYHIGHLANDSANDYOURSUNRUNNERISTHEONLYONETHATCANGOUPTHERECAUSEITSALIGHTELEMENTAREAANDTHESUNRUNNER’SALIGHTELEMENTVEHICLEANDWENEEDTOGOUPTHERERIGHTNOWORELSE-”

     “WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT! SLOW DOWN!” Astroblast finally brought the incoherent ramble to a halt. “ALL I HEARD WAS ‘FIESTA’ AND ‘COUNT MONEYBONE’! WHAT HAPPENED, EXACTLY?”

     Realizing he was talking way too fast for Astroblast to keep up in the following moments, Dos promptly shut himself up, slapping his two skeletal hands over his mouth with an “E-” noise, before Uno, the amigo to his left, ultimately decided to speak up instead.

     “Uh…it's kind of a long story, so maybe it would be best if we told you while you’re getting out of your pajamas and into your space suit, and…grabbing your laser gun and all that.” he relayed to the Supercharger far more comprehensively.

      Taking a few moments to reorient himself after this proposal, and all of the utterly unhinged, non-stop madness that had come before it, Astroblast sighed out a far more calm and collected breath of “Okay…”, before giving a firm nod back to the amigos. Proceeding to float downwards towards the floor, maneuvering himself into an upright position as he did, Astroblast eventually stuck a landing in front of his closet, whilst allowing all of the initial shock of the moment to gradually flow out from his being. As he was reaching for the door handle, however, something suddenly perked up in his brain. 

     “Uhhh…do you think you guys can…” he awkwardly attempted to ask the little skeletons. “...turn around?”

     “What-OH! YEAH YEAH YEAH, OF COURSE!” Uno responded in sudden comprehension of what, exactly, the crystal man meant, before instantly swiveling around. Dos and Tres would resultantly follow shortly after, in a shared sense of mutual, implicit understanding.

     “So yeah, since we’re all magically linked with Fiesta, he kinda just filled us in on all the details mentally when he summoned us.” Tres began to explain. “So here’s basically what happened…”

****

     “OI!”

     “OI!”

     “OI!”

     “WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU BONEHEAD!

"...Heh. Literally..." 

"BUT GET YOUR BONY PELVIC ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR! I SAID OI!”

     “...”

     “ARE YOU IGNORING ME ON PURPOSE OR ARE YOU REALLY JUST THIS INEPT?”

“WAKE UP!”

     “.......................”

     “Alright, that’s it.”

     “¡DESPERTARSE, TÚ ESTÚPIDO CULERO HIJO DE LA FREGADA! ¡VETE A LA CHINGADA Y CHINGA TU MADRE! ¿TÚ OÍR, IDIOTA? ¡TU MAMA!”

     “*GYAAAAAAAAAAH-* ¡MI MADRE NO TIENE ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA QUE VER CON LO QUE ESTÁ PASANDO AQUÍ!-”

     “¡Buenos días, motherfucker!”

     “MONEYBONE!”

     “THAT’S COUNT MONEYBONE, TO YOU, FIESTA!”

     And that was when Fiesta boiled over. 

     The undead Supercharger skeleton needed nothing in the way of rational thought. He needed nothing in the way of sight or sound. And he most certainly needed nothing in the way of consciously harnessing his strength in order to respond to Count Moneybone with his fist.

     A great cracking noise could be heard resonating around the two rival skeletons’ current vicinity. Seconds after, with the moment of fury gone by, Fiesta could critically think once again. Thus, he was given no other choice but to examine all the details pertaining to both himself and his most hated enemy the second his eyesight cleared up; as well as to their surroundings, a little later. With all of this new information at hand, then, Fiesta was rendered both silent and imobile rather quickly, as he subsequently connected all the dots.

     “...well, I guess I can’t blame you for trying…” Count Moneybone spoke up with his signature tone of royal, arrogant calmness. “...but I think you’ll find that trying to…oh, what was the phrase again? Oh yeah! ‘Slug me in the face’! Is kind of a lot harder when you’re THE SIZE OF AN AVERAGE SEWER RAT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Ahhhh~” 

     Fiesta only remained reticent and unmoving, as reality at last began to settle. 

     The indisputable fact of the matter, in isolation from everything else, was that Count Moneybone had somehow managed to capture him. That meant that right now, his goal was to learn as much as he could about the situation, in order to evaluate all of his options, and formulate a plan for escape. Moments after this had settled in his mind, Count Moneybone resumed his villainous chuckling. 

     “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU HAD A CHANCE, DIDN’T YOU?! OH, HOW RICH IS THAT, NOW? HOW RICH IS THAT? ….WELL CERTAINLY NOT AS RICH AS ME! HAHAHA! …OR AS SMART! HEH!”

     That was when Fiesta realized that he knew exactly how to get Count Moneybone to reveal his hand.

     “...aaaaaanyway!” the former ruler of the underworld abruptly shifted the subject. “WELCOME TO BEYOND SKYHIGHLANDS, FIESTA! THE BRIGHT, CLOUDY, BASICALLY UNREACHABLE REGION WHERE SKYLANDS GIVES WAY TO THE VACUUM OF SPACE!” he hollered out in theatrical glamor, gesturing out and towards the landscape before them.

     As Fiesta had naturally expected, based on his skeletal rival’s description, he observed that Count Moneybone was standing upon a giant, glistening platform of clouds. Aside from the ones on the ground, the light blue, shimmering sky around them was also lightly decorated with the occasional pure white wisp.

     At this point, since Fiesta was still yet to speak another word, he appeared to be dumbstruck and muted from realization to Count Moneybone, as he took a few flamboyant strides forth. In reality, however, the shrunken skeleton was merely prepping his plan for probing, while continuing to note his surroundings.

     “Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little gimmick…” Count Moneybone cockily sneered before calling out a cheeky: “TA-DA!” and revealing to Fiesta the Crypt Crusher, simply by turning himself around; the vehicle parked about five meters from where he stood.

     “Oh, yes! Brought your stupid little funeral procession car all the way up here, too! HAH! I’m sure you know what that means, dont’ch’ya!”

     Fiesta spontaneously let out a stifled gasp, as the magical light blue eyes within his bony sockets widened to at least twice their size.

     “EHEHEHEHEHE, YES! I suppose you could say that I’M in the driver’s seat, now!” Count Moneyone immediately quipped in a sense of satisfactory superiority. “...except THIS driver’s seat contains a rift engine!”

     As Count Moneybone wasn’t currently looking at him, Fiesta couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the thoroughly self-absorbed former underworld ruler, who had all but seemed to have forgotten that engines aren’t located in the driver’s seat. Nonetheless, this news was still very good, as the presence of the Crypt Crusher meant he had a surefire option of escape up here with him.

     “If I can just summon my Amigos while making sure Moneybone is distracted, they can use its rift engine to get back to the academy in no time! But since this is a light elemental zone and there’s only one person at the academy who has a light element vehicle, they’re going to have to find Astroblast as soon as possible!”

     Fiesta momentarily glanced up to examine Count Moneybone’s current expression. He appeared to be staring down at him in victorious bliss, most likely still assuming that his tiny rival wasn’t speaking due to contemplating defeat. 

     “Okay, I’ll start off by asking him how we got here, and move into how he got, specifically, into a light elemental zone in due time. But the most important thing is that I have to keep him talking for just about as long as I can!”

     “Aww…what’s wrong, wittle guy? Is wour defweet just two much fwor you two handwleeeeeee?” Count Moneybone joyously mocked the still silent, tiny Fiesta.

     “Alright, Moneybone…”  Fiesta suddenly spoke up rather calmly, much to Count Moneybone’s sheer and sudden, though attemptedly suppressed, shock. “If you think you’re so high and mighty, and smart, since you’ve apparently already ensured your total victory over me, why don’t you just go ahead and answer this one, simple question for me? Hmm?” he continued on in an outwardly apparent state of regulated fury. “HOW IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS DID YOU EVEN GET US UP HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?” 

     A thoroughly uncomfortable pause proceeded to follow, one in which Count Moneybone’s skeletal brow steadily furrowed deeper towards his similarly narrowing eye sockets.

     “Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, I see!” he eventually spat out through grinding teeth. “So YOU think you can just wake up in the clutch of COUNT Moneybone, see that you’ve been bested by his technological, and magical capabilities, and then go on to insult him like a petulant little child, hmm? Well I’ll have you know that I’ve been able to magically teleport objects for YEARS! So what makes you think I can’t develop my skills to where conscious beings can be affected too, huh, Fiesta?”

      In the midst of Count Moneybone’s rant, Fiesta had wasted absolutely zero time summoning his amigos, telepathically informing them on the situation as they appeared, before the three miniature skeletons collectively understood that they needed to take the Crypt Crusher back to the Academy, scampering over to the nearby vehicle in heightened urgency, as a result.

     “‘What makes you think I can’t develop my skills to where conscious beings can be affected too, huh, Fiesta?’” Fiesta quoted back to Count Moneybone in rising spite. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe the fact that…you’re an undeniably incompetent piece of shit standing proudly at the peak of the Dunning-Kruger graph’s mount stupid! And the just as indisputable fact that you failed spectacularly at the one, singular, though might I add, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, job that Kaos gave you back in Superchargers is WAY more than enough proof for me of that point!” 

      There would only be three exact seconds between those words hitting Count Moneybone’s metaphorical brain, and the result.

     “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT”??????????????????????????????????????????????????

     Count Moneybone violently, hysterically, viciously, barbarously, and dementedly screeched at the top of his metaphorical lungs in explosively unwavering, frothing fury as Fiesta only glared up into his eyes in purely staunch contempt. Casting a bit of a sidelong glance over at the Crypt Crusher as the Amigos revved it up and began to drive, Fiesta, as he knew it was best for him to maintain his current facial expression, internally smirked back at the arrogant Count screeching at him; and doing so in nothing but purified, genuine hate. 

****

     “Geez! Was he actually screaming that loud for that long?” Astroblast asked in slight disbelief as he continued to steer the Sun Runner upwards through Skylands’ stratosphere; the elongated, wispy white clouds swishing past the windshield in an instant up against the light blue background of the sky.

     “Ayyyyup!” Tres, huddled up with Uno and Dos upon the seat beside him, (resultantly sharing a seatbelt with them), promptly responded. “Good thing, too, or else we probably wouldn’t even be here in the first place!”

     “Well, I mean, having no windpipe does mean there aren’t really any consequences for doing something like that, so…” Uno added in soon after.

     “Yeah, that’s true, too.”

     “I wonder if they’ll still be screaming at each other when we get there!” Dos lightheartedly pondered with a chuckle.

     “Maybe! I dunno!” Tres giggled out in response.

     Astroblast internally heaved a pained sigh paired with a sharp eye roll. He understood that the amigos weren’t Skylanders in their own rights, and didn’t have nearly as much experience in these kinds of situations as he or Fiesta did…but even so, now was not the time for idle chatter, and Astroblast felt that they should know this. 

     “Well…” he eventually spoke up in an abruptly lowered and serious tone, which seemed to accomplish the intended effect of indirectly reminding them all that this was an urgent rescue mission, “There’s only one way to find out.” 

     Astroblast leaned forwards just slightly in the driver’s seat whilst significantly narrowing his eyes.

He knew based on his ship’s continual Rift Engine-aided velocity, and how far the area defined as being beyond Skyhighlands was from the academy, that the four of them were mere seconds away from arrival by now. It was extremely important, then, for him to properly time the Sun Runner’s deceleration, so that they wouldn’t find themselves breaching into space.

     Gently pressing down on the brake pedal, Astroblast could feel his ship slowing, at a smooth, yet still extremely G-Force intensive rate, causing the three Amigos to get viciously thrusted backwards into their seats.

     “OH-WHAAAAAAAH! OH THANK THE ANCIENTS THAT SEAT BELTS EXIST-WRUUUUUUUNGH!”

     Tres screeched out in palpable terror, as his bony body was given no choice but to lay there and soak in the impact.

     Astroblast opted to say nothing as his surroundings became progressively more discernible from the Sun Runner’s braking. Eventually, the ship slowed down to a stop, and the three Amigos were able to gradually pull themselves together.

     “*Bluuuuuurgh*...uh…we’re ok….we’re ok, right guys? Ok yeah, we’re good.” Dos stammered out while shaking himself into reorientation. 

     Astroblast was once again tempted to speak up, if only to ask how the Amigos weren’t used to these levels of G-Forces after years of riding with Fiesta in the Crypt Crusher, but once again, ultimately decided to refrain. 

     “...alright, then…” he mumbled out, whilst driving the Sun Runner forth at a pace slow enough to scan the cloudy terrain below him. “...well now we need to find those two, and-”

     “OH, WELL LOOK DOWN AT YOU, FIESTA, THINKING YOU’RE SOOOOOOOOO SMART! OF COURSE LIGHT TRAPTANIUM CAN BE USED TO ENTER LIGHT ELEMENT ZONES! IF IT HAD TO BE A LIVING THING, THEN HOW WOULD YOUR OWN O’ SO PRECIOUS CRYPT CRUSHER GET INTO AN UNDEAD AREA WITHOUT AN UNDEAD DRIVER? HMMMMMM?”

     “...well, that was easy.”

     Immediately steering the Sun Runner in the direction of Count Moneybone’s screech, it wouldn’t be very long before Astroblast and the amigos spotted a royally dressed skeleton pricked up in a royally pissed-off stance, glaring down towards his furiously clenched fist, continuing his verbal barrage without any form of a break in between each sentence. 

     Astroblast proceeded to press a few buttons on the Sun Runner’s control panel in silence, whilst the Amigos collectively decided to hold their own. A soft wiring sound could be heard building up inside the Sun Runner, as upon the vehicle’s windshield, an electrical screen appeared to boot up. Utilizing this screen to zoom in significantly onto the back of Count Moneybone’s skull, Astroblast brought a golden target icon onto the screen, and maneuvered it onto the skull’s back’s middle. The amigos could only metaphorically hold their breath in preparation for what they figured out was going to happen next.

     *FWOOSH*!

The slim and precise, yet powerful laser blast shot itself across the sky, and towards the still hollering form of Count Moneybone just beyond.

     “SO IF YOU TELL ME ONE MORE TIME THAT I DON’T POSSESS THE SKILLS NECESSARY TO STEAL YOUR CRYPT CRUSHER WITHOUT SETTING OFF ANY ALARMS, I AM GOING TO-”

     Fiesta had indeed taken note of the Sun Runner in front of him by now, yet still knew he had to remain in character to ensure Count Moneybone stayed distracted. As a result, he was just barely able, from the very corners of his eye sockets, to watch the bright, red laser that was shot from the ship zooming closer to his far larger nemesis, who remained utterly oblivious to its presence.

     “AND DON’T YOU GO ON THINKING THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU HELPED DEFEAT ME ONCE, THAT AUTOMATICALLY MEANS I’M GOING TO GET BEATEN AGAIN!”

Count Moneybone spat onto the captive Fiesta.

“SO MAYBE-EEEEEEEEEEEE!”

     The following moments seemed to come by the pure, yet acquired force of instinct alone, as Count Moneybone’s pupils dilated.

     *SNAP*

   “AAAAA-HAH!”

     Instantly realizing the jig was up, Astroblast knew that he needed to get as close as he could to Count Moneybone, so he could better analyze his next moves.

     Count Moneybone, now donning his suit of robotic armor, gave a muted, sneering “Hmph.” as the Sun Runner pulled in closer to, though still far above, his position. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Astroblast Danger Guts himself! Oh, I’m so scared!”

     To this, Astroblast could only narrow his eyes before Dos stood up on the shotgun seat to clap back.

     “Hey! He’s got a sick-ass laser gun, and you don’t!”

     “*Pffft*! Like that stupid little ‘Special Class EZ 9,000 Laser Gun’ could do any more damage than a Chompy bite-”

     Not willing to waste any more time, Astroblast let loose a laser barrage on the skeleton, being sure to avoid his robotic suit’s left hand where Fiesta was still being clutched. 

     “-AAAAGH-A- GRRRRRRR-!” naturally rather ticked off from getting attacked whilst off guard, Count Moneybone snapped his bony fingers once more, summoning into the skies an entire air support squadron of his own robots; all of a model similar to that which he had used in his final battle during Swap Force.

     Thankfully for Astroblast, even though Fiesta’s Amigos weren’t as experienced working in the Sun Runner as they were the Crypt Crusher, they still knew their way around Supercharger vehicles’ supporting firearms, and were not hesitant to show it.

     “TAKE THIS YA STUPID…COPTER BOT THINGS!” Dos hollered out from the shotgun seat as he and his fellow Amigos gathered up around the Sun Runner’s supporting firearms control panel in front of the very same seat.

     With the Amigos covering him, Astroblast was free to focus on Count Moneybone, who was, no doubt, firing back at the Sun Runner in the form of purple plasma ball blasts from his robotic suit’s wrists. Weaving in and around to dodge the shots, Astroblast kept his gaze locked firmly onto the former ruler of the underworld; knowing once the snarky Skeleton’s robotic armor gave in, he would be rendered essentially helpless. Utilizing his Sun Runner’s Satellite Support move, the crystalline Supercharger could now see Count Moneybone’s health bar above his suit’s skull headpiece, whilst he continuously whittled it down with his lasers.

     “HEY! WOULD YOU STOP MOVING AROUND? IT’S WORKING ANNOYINGLY WELL!” Count Moneybone eventually roared up towards the still-firing Spacecraft and its occupants.

     The instant this remark hit Fiesta’s metaphorical ears, the captive Supercharger burst out into a prolonged bout of half-smirking half-chuckling at his former dictator and prolonged mutual rival.

     “You never actually learn anything, do you?”

     “SHUT UP, FIESTA, OR ELSE YOUR LOWER JAW’S GETTING RIPPED OFF, TOO!”

     “Hah! Oh really? Well I’d just LOVE to see you try!”

     Swiveling his robotic suit’s head around to meet with Fiesta’s challenging gaze, Count Moneybone let a growl progressively rise up in his metaphorical throat.

     “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I ONCE PUNCHED ONE OF THOSE STUPID TROLL SHREDNAUGHT MACHINES OUT OF COMMISSION WITH THIS SUIT! IN ONE PUNCH! SO UNLESS YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW, EXPECT TO SEE YOUR MANDIBLE ON MY TROPHY SHELF!”

     Fiesta held onto the resulting silence for only a single second “...what suit?”

     “WHAT-?”

    *FSHWINK-CLUNK*

    “.......................................................uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………………the one that’s now in pieces on the floor?”

     “Alright, Moneybone! Hand him over!” Astroblast called out to the defeated skeleton as he slowly lowered the Sun Runner towards ground level. “Everyone here knows what’s going to happen if you don’t, so why don’t you just save yourself all that trouble, and put Fiesta down NOW?”

     “...........................................uh……..” Count Moneybone blankly vocalized, his immobilized body shaking in bewilderment as his eyes betrayed the dawning of reality. “Uh-......umm…….I-” and then, just like that, the infamous former ruler of the underworld perked all the way back up. In stance, in demeanor, in everything. Just as if nothing had ever happened at all.

     “Oh, oh you may THINK you’ve already won, but what kind of evil genius doesn’t have a secret backup plan lying up their sleeve?”

     “What? What is he-no. No, I can’t just assume that he’s bluffing. I gotta stay on guard!” Astroblast internally deliberated as the metaphorical neurons within Count Moneybone’s skull began firing for the very first time in the entire encounter.

     “YES, YES! LIE THERE IN SHOCK, OH WON’T YOU? BECAUSE I JUST SO HAPPEN TO HAVE ONE MORE ADVANCED SECRET TECHNIQUE LEFT!” Count Moneybone continued, ending his sentence with a dramatic point into the air. “WITH A TWIST!”

     “Secret technique? Wait a second IF THIS GUY ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S GOING TO OUTRUN THE SUN RUNNER-”

     “YEET!”

      “WHA-?”

      “FIESTA!” the three Amigos shrieked out in rising horror.

     Immediately slamming the Sun Runner’s gas pedal, Astroblast lurched forwards in order to zip his way over to the newly airborne Fiesta, before his momentum was brought to a nauseating instantaneous halt a second later by a newly snapped-in barrage of Count Moneybone’s air support robots. Looking through a stray gap in the currently robot-smothered windshield, Astroblast could see Count Moneybone sprinting forwards upon the clouds, presumably in order to snatch up the now undoubtedly unconscious Fiesta before he could.

     “YOU THREE HOLD BACK THE ROBOTS! I’LL GO AFTER FIESTA!” Astroblast called out to the Amigos as the Sun Runner’s windshield flipped open. With the robots now having been launched into every conceivable direction, Astroblast snagged the swiftly-dwindling opportunity and lept out of the driver’s seat onto the ground.

     Sensing a faint: “WE’RE ON IT!” echoing from behind him, Astroblast’s astronaut boots pounded against the floor as he began gaining ground on Count Moneybone.

     “MONEYBONE!” Astroblast screeched out to the sprinting Skeleton before him.

     “HUH?” Count Moneybone heaved out before taking a glance over his shoulder.

     “HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY LASER GUN AGAIN?”

     “...uh…uh-oh.” 

     Promptly picking up the pace, not out of the need to make it to Fiesta first, but out of his own natural instinct for self-preservation, Count Moneybone let a terrified: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” escape his metaphorical lungs as he continued scampering forth. Ultimately, however, his overflowing metaphorical synapses were eventually forced to admit that he couldn’t keep himself out of firing range forever. And that was when it finally came to him.

     “WELP, GUESS IT'S TIME TO MAKE USE OF THE CLASSIC VERSION!”

     Before Astroblast behind him even had a chance to react, much less attempt to figure out what that even meant, Count Moneybone had completely swiveled himself around.

     “RUN AWAY!” he began to wail as he hotfooted himself out of danger.

     “Ugh…” Astroblast groaned while rolling his eyes. 

     Placing his laser gun back at his side so he could have both hands ready to grab ahold of Fiesta, Astroblast continued sprinting forwards. 

     “There’s absolutely no way that Count Moneybone could’ve thrown Fiesta any significant distance. I’ve gotta be getting really close-THERE HE IS!”

     As he had suspected, Fiesta was out cold. Astroblast needed to look him over for injuries as soon as he possibly could, and to this end, as the shrunken Supercharger gained more and more room in his field of view, Astroblast timed a leap forwards with an outstretched arm.

      Successfully snagging the skeleton off the floor with his right hand as a result, Astroblast immediately began feeling over Fiesta’s body to make sure he wasn’t severely injured. He couldn’t care less that he’d landed on his chest from his leap. All that mattered was whether or not his friend was hurt.

     A swift preliminary check told Astroblast that Fiesta hadn’t gained any major breaks or fractures from getting thrown across the terrain. Importantly, that meant moving or handling him wasn’t going to exacerbate any injuries. 

     “...okay, now that Fiesta’s safe, I’ve gotta go back and help the Amigos clear out the rest of those robots, so we can finally get back to the Academy!” he internally noted to himself.

     Now, there was nothing left to do except get up off the floor and go. To this end, Astroblast attempted to pick up his left foot so he could place it onto the ground and push himself upwards. Only to feel his entire leg getting violently dragged back down to the floor, seemingly a millisecond later.

     “WHA-”

     “HAH! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GOING TO GIVE UP THAT EASILY?”

     “MONEYBONE!”

     “THAT’S COUNT MONEYBONE TO YOU, ASTROBLAST DANGER GUTS!”

     Not only had the skeletal former dictator somehow slid himself back into the game, he seemed to be keeping a bewilderingly firm hold on Astroblast’s leg, preventing the Supercharger’s escape. It would only take one glance backwards, however, for this momentary mystery to be solved.

     “AHAHAHAH! NOW WHAT SORT OF EVIL GENIUS DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE, IF I DIDN’T HAVE MORE ROBOTIC ARMOR SUITS AT MY FINGERTIPS?”

     Astroblast strained to reach for his laser gun at his side, only for the full force of the suit’s left foot to come crashing down upon his forearm as he did. An overwhelming barrage of sharp, tingling pain signals shot straight to the crystal man’s brain before the numbness began to settle in.

     Count Moneybone only smirked as he immediately followed this up with a plasma ball blast straight  to the face. The superheated purple orb struck Astroblast square on the left cheek, creating a great, branching crack in the region, and causing him to give a pained: “GURNGH!” sound as a newfound burning sensation seared into the wound.

      “JUST HAND HIM OVER ALREADY! WE’RE NOT PLAYING THIS GAME OF KEEP AWAY ANY MORE!”

Count Moneybone spat out to the writhing Supercharger below.

“NOT LIKE YOU CAN REALLY DO ANYTHING ELSE ANYWAY! …EXCEPT DIE, OF COURSE!”

     Astroblast continued to breathe as he lay trapped within the armored skeleton’s grasp. Count Moneybone, then, continued awaiting an answer, positively reveling in the elation of his ultimate victory, as he did.

     “...no.” Astroblast finally broke the silence, in a pained and ragged, yet, to Count Moneybone, shockingly composed tone. “No. There’s still one more thing I can do.”

     Without skipping a single beat, Astroblast shakily moved his arm holding Fiesta in closer to his face, as he glared Count Moneybone straight down his undead pupils with narrowed eyes.

     And that was when he opened up his mouth.

     It seemed as though time itself had dilated around the two conscious beings to a point where it halted entirely. Yet with each passing nanosecond, Count Moneybone’s metaphorical neurons were able to continuously piece together exactly what Astroblast was doing. Still, he could only react as fast as his metaphorical brain could process his actions. Bound by his physical limitations within the shackles of time’s linear arrow, Count Moneybone was resigned to the role of a mere observer, whilst Astroblast’s own movements progressed.

     Astroblast knew very well that this might just be the only possible way he could protect his friend in this moment. That meant that no matter how Fiesta tasted, or how hard he was to swallow, Astroblast was going to get him down to safety. Down to a place where the shrunken skeleton was quite literally surrounded by his friend. Surrounded by the soft, malleable walls of his stomach, but also by the solid, firm, crystal exterior that acted as his skin.

     And so, Astroblast stretched open his crystal jaws, exposing the fleshy interior of his maw, as he extended his white-colored tongue, where Fiesta would be laid down. Upon the unconscious skeleton’s first contact with his fellow Supercharger’s taste buds, the sensory receptor cells zapped his flavor up to the crystal man’s brain; just as fast as time would allow. Though Astroblast’s brain was certainly not in a position to focus its resources on examining Fiesta’s taste, the signal was nonetheless received. Thus, as Fiesta was slid further along the warm, squishy surface of the tongue, his mildly spicy chili pepper flavor was dragged along with him. It certainly wasn’t anything Astroblast couldn’t handle, though. (Especially not after all his Enchilada Night experience). So, the light Supercharger merely shoved his skeletal friend deeper into his maw, as Count Moneybone stood by, imobile.

     Eventually, Fiesta was pushed deep enough into Astroblast’s maw to where his skull headpiece bumped against his white uvula. The plump, bulbous sack of flesh swung back and forth for a while from the strike, as Fiesta’s shoes entered into the maw at last. 

     Able to sense the entirety of his friend’s form tucked away within his maw, Astroblast swiftly snapped shut his jaws, enclosing Fiesta inside the warm, damp chamber, and causing a *click* noise to echo throughout it, not like Fiesta could even hear it in the first place. 

     Count Moneybone sure could, though, the detection of which only solidified in his mind the notion of what Astroblast was going to do. For even though his maw was sealed up and secluded, it could still very much be pried open with force. No, for Fiesta to be truly safe, he needed to go somewhere deeper.

     Raising up the back of his tongue, Astroblast could sense Fiesta’s skull headpiece scraping against the alveolar ridges upon his hard palate. Soon, gravity would draw the skeleton downwards and towards the crystal man’s pharynx. With sealed jaws leaving hardly any room for comfortability, Astroblast could sense both Fiesta’s skull headpiece as well as the felt on the back of his Mariachi suit brushing up against his soft palette, naturally resulting in a second contact with his uvula. Nonetheless, he understood deeply that right now, the most important objective was to keep his friend safe. Consequently, the crystal man’s white colored epiglottis covered up his laryngeal inlet, as his upper esophageal sphincter opened up. Fiesta’s head and skeletal upper body were thus slid past the laryngopharynx, and into the muscle region of the sphincter, as the downward pushing motion of swallowing squeezed the aforementioned sections of his body into the esophagus. 

     Astroblast didn’t waste any time completing the job, swallowing again in order to shove Fiesta’s  middle body into the muscular tube; once more for his legs, and one final time for his Mariachi shoes. His esophagus’ rhythmic, involuntary contractions of peristalsis could handle the rest.

     And that was when time came rushing back. 

     Astroblast heaved in a gasp of air the instant Fiesta’s shoes slid past his upper esophageal sphincter. Reality began to settle in as a newfound jolt of adrenaline hit his veins. One second later, he could sense that Count Moneybone’s hold around his leg had loosened, as he was still very much stunned. Yanking his leg out of the former dictator’s grasp and planting both his feet on the ground whilst forcing his arms up underneath him, Astroblast gathered all his energy into his left leg. 

     At last, the full force of an upwards striking kick smashed squarely into the skull headpiece of Count Moneybone’s robotic suit, completely cracking the thing open and exposing the fragile form of the skeleton’s head lying within. 

     Now back standing upright, Astroblast needed only to kick the skeletal villain straight in his delicate skull, exactly as he did with the headpiece; thus removing him from the battle entirely. 

     Count Moneybone’s eyes rolled into the back of his sockets as his jaws dropped open from the shock. Soon enough, the entire suit toppled over all at once, as the electronics within began shutting down; presumably due to the unconscious state of its user. 

     Now, there was nothing to do except run.

     His feet striking against the cloudy grounds of the light zone, Astroblast’s adrenaline continued to course through his being, before he spontaneously became vividly aware of Fiesta halfway down his esophagus.

     The continuous peristaltic motions within the organ guided the skeleton towards the stomach as Astroblast’s body continued running forwards. Astroblast himself, however, wasn’t sure how long he would be able to keep doing so, mainly considering his injuries. As a result, whilst Fiesta proceeded to move beyond his collarbone, he began to look around for some cover he could safely hide behind.

     Until he could find some, though, he needed to keep going.

     Suddenly able to sense his lower esophageal sphincter opening up as Fiesta was squeezed through, Astroblast finally spotted a cluster of boulders lying in the distance. Picking up his pace as Fiesta made a splashdown in his stomach, Astroblast could sense his fellow Supercharger’s form sloshing around within the non-acidic liquids of the organ. Eventually, however, the shrunken skeleton’s body settled down against the stomach wall, stabilizing him within the crystal man’s guts.

     As he approached the assemblage of boulders he spotted, Astroblast’s speed began to slow. Not only so he could bring himself to a stop when he reached his refuge, but also because he didn’t want Fiesta to get swirled around in his stomach anymore, which was already naturally churning to begin with.

     At last, Astroblast had slowed to a walking pace, as the boulders were now right in front of him. Continuing to pant strenuously as he set himself down against the largest of the bunch, Astroblast shakily placed his left hand over his middle, as an extra layer of protection for Fiesta within.

     The crystal Supercharger could faintly sense a gurgle emulating from the region, as his wholly exhausted, injured body began to slip into unconsciousness. 

****

     The very last thing Fiesta remembered before he struck the ground was, well, being hurtled through the air en route to the ground. Needless to say, then, the moment the shrunken skeleton began to regain consciousness, he did so with hardly any clues about where he could possibly be at this point. That was precisely why, the moment a low-pitched, echoing, rather boisterous rumble graced his metaphorical ears, Fiesta’s interest was roused. 

     Based on the rumble alone, Fiesta could presume that wherever he was right now was an enclosed space, as the echoes didn’t sound as if they had traveled very far. As his metaphorical brain continued to wake, he was soon able to sense that there were many softer noises of similar tones and timbre resonating in his surroundings as well. 

     Something about those noises sounded…familiar. As if he should be able to pinpoint exactly what they were. But as Fiesta knew he wasn’t exactly awake at the current moment, he wasn’t going to force himself to try and figure out their identity quite yet.

     Instead then, he merely examined this mystery chamber’s warmth which his body was now detecting, whilst his bony fingers felt their way over the wall, or obstruction, or whatever else, he was lying up against. The heat itself lay within that glorious sweet spot range that anyone would wish their bed’s blanket would bestow onto them at night. It was comforting, as though it was physically wrapped around him, ensconcing him within an ease of relaxation which could easily lull one to sleep. Yet it did not overheat his form, to where he began yearning for the release of cold air. 

     As for whatever he was lying up against, Fiesta’s first impressions as he glided his fingers over its surface, was that it was slick, damp, and smooth to the touch, yet malleable, and pillowy in its firmness. Fiesta was soon to realize after making these observations, that they were moving as well. Moving in the same way that one’s chest would move up and down as they breathed. Noticeable, yet subtle, rhythmic, and constant. But that wasn’t the only thing that was moving.

     Swishing faintly beneath his bony waist seemed to be some form of liquid pool. Judging from the fact he wasn’t feeling any pain, Fiesta presumed it to be similar to water in nature. Taking in a breath through his skeletal nose, he could sense no sour or bitter smells within his current surroundings, which only further supported that presumption. Exhaling from the same region, Fiesta was now feeling considerably more aware of both himself and his present confines. Thus, there remained nothing else left to do but open his eyes, and figure out once and for all where he was. 

     The moment Fiesta’s eyes flickered open, he was immediately graced by the color white. Once his eyes took the seconds they needed to refocus, the forms of the shifting white walls, and the clear-colored rippling pool below, became apparent. Taking a swift glance around, Fiesta could now be certain he was within an enclosed, secluded area; and that this area was, for now at least, safe. But…what was this area, exactly?

     Heaving in and out a sigh as he repositioned himself with his back against the wall, and his legs straight out in front of him, Fiesta lay down for a moment, before yet another question struck his being.

     Where was Astroblast right now?

     The last time he had seen his fellow Supercharger, he was piloting his Sun Runner near the ground, in a confrontation with Count Moneybone. Fiesta leaned forwards just slightly, and tilted his head downwards in thought. What had Astroblast done, exactly, after that? What had gone on between the crystal man and the Count after the latter had thrown him off into the distance? Fiesta glanced up and around the cushiony, heated chamber he was currently in. Had Astroblast put him in here? Still, where was here, exactly? Where was this white, compact, warm, damp, liquid-filled, squishy-

     Fiesta’s bony body froze up. 

     Yet another deep rumble reverberated across the churning walls, as Fiesta tilted his head upwards. Sure enough, there it was. All the confirmation he needed. He had no idea what the name for it was, but that was the lower esophageal sphincter he was currently staring at. Returning his head to its default position, Fiesta sat down in silence for a while, before eventually picking himself up and taking a couple of steps forwards whilst gazing at the liquid pool beneath him. Yet again, there it was, right below him under the waves. Though he could not identify it by name, he was gazing at the Pylorus, the sphincter leading from the stomach into the small intestine. Astroblast’s pylorus.

     Slowly returning to where he was laying before, and settling himself back down, waist deep within Astroblast’s stomach juices, the shrunken skeleton merely sat there in silence, save for the natural gurgling ambiance of the organ, and let himself take it all in.

     Eventually, however, his mind had finished doing such.

     Even if he was in Astroblast’s stomach, that was nothing to worry about! I mean, how else was his fellow Supercharger supposed to keep his shrunken form away from Count Moneybone’s unrelenting pursuit? It made complete sense! Plus, at the end of the day, what mattered most was that he was safe.

     And that was when a newfound sensation of mental clarity and calmness flooded over him. Only for it to completely dissipate just as fast as it had arrived. 

     He was most certainly safe right now. But could the same be said for Astroblast? Judging from the fact that he hadn’t heard the crystal man’s voice yet, and that he hadn’t felt the stomach’s spatial position change at all from any potential walking, running, or general moving around, Fiesta concluded his fellow Supercharger was most likely unconscious. 

    Still, that left one more very important question yet to be answered. Unconscious in safe surroundings, or unconscious in unsafe surroundings? Just as he hadn’t heard Astroblast’s voice since he woke up, he similarly hadn’t heard…well, anything else coming from outside the stomach. But this didn’t automatically mean his friend was out of danger. His years of experience as a Skylander had certainly taught him that well.

     At the very least, Fiesta did know that Astroblast was alive, and that his bodily functions were most likely all stable. He also knew Astroblast wasn’t being moved by anything or anyone. Yet, until he could get verbal confirmation from that man himself that he was okay, he would have no way of knowing for sure whether or not he really was.

     For now then, all he could do was wait, and stay vigilant about his observations. If anything about his current surroundings or situation changed, Fiesta would leap right on it. Leaning further back into Astroblast’s stomach walls, Fiesta gave a slight nod to himself, knowing what he needed to do.

****

     The very first things Astroblast could sense as his consciousness began to return were the sharp burning and throbbing sensations emulating from his damaged cheek; swiftly followed by the dull tinging in his injured arm. Still, he had regained a significant amount of energy since he had gone unconscious, and was therefore ready to get up and start moving again.

     But first, he needed to check on Fiesta. Upon his jittering eyelids opening wide enough, Astroblast glanced up, and upon seeing nothing of immediate danger, glanced down to his middle. He could sense that there was still pressure being exerted onto his stomach walls. That meant Fiesta was still in there. Judging from the fact he hadn’t heard anything besides gurgles coming from his guts since…well, since the tiny skeleton first arrived, Fiesta was also probably still unconscious. But he was still inside his stomach, and that meant he was safe.

     Now that he knew his friend was okay, Astroblast tilted his head back up, and glanced around his immediate field of view for a more thorough assessment of danger. After once again spotting nothing that could be of danger to him, he cautiously turned his head to the left, and then to the right. Still no danger. Even so, he wouldn’t know for sure whether or not he was safe until he looked behind himself.

     Cautiously placing both hands in front of him on the ground for support as he slowly shuffled onto his knees, Astroblast turned himself around in order to examine the region which was previously behind him. Nothing. That meant he was safe for now. Nonetheless-

     “Astroblast?”

     Reflexively leaping onto his feet in silence whilst yanking his laser gun from his side and aiming it in front of him, Astroblast swiftly came to his senses moments later.

     “Woah there, amigo! Calm down! It’s me!”

     Shifting his gaze back towards his midsection, Astroblast softly exhaled a relieved sigh.

     “Fiesta!”

     “Yep, that’s me!”

     “Are you okay?”

     “Most certainly! Are you?”

     “Well,” Astroblast hesitantly responded, not wanting his friend to get worried about him. “I took a couple hits back in a scuffle with Count Moneybone while trying to keep you away from him, but other than that, I’m fine.”

     “Well, you certainly succeeded in that, now, didn’t you?” Fiesta lightheartedly chuckled.

     “I…guess I did!” Astroblast replied with a giggle.

     “How did Moneybone even react to that?”

     “Shock.”

     “Eh, makes sense. Where are the Amigos?”

     “Count Moneybone summoned more air support bots, and I needed them to keep the robots back using the Sun Runner while I went after you on foot.” Astroblast explained. “Which basically means we’re just waiting for them to catch up at this point.”

    “I see. Guess it's time to start waiting, then!” Fiesta replied whilst placing his skeletal hands behind his head, laying one leg on top of the other, and leaning further back into Astroblast’s stomach walls.

     “Ummmm….” Astroblast awkwardly spoke upon this action, “...do you want to get out of there, or…”

     “Nah. It’s a lot safer in here, after all. And comfier. And warm. And…okay I think you get the picture.”

     “......alright, then! I’ll just…sit down, and start waiting, too.” Astroblast responded whilst carefully lowering himself to the floor, not wanting to disturb Fiesta within.

     Finally getting settled on the ground after a while, Astroblast proceeded to lay there in silence for a few seconds, before Fiesta perked up once again.

     “You know, I don’t know where you got this idea from, Astroblast, but however it happened, I guess it really does make you Astroblast Danger Guts!”

     To this, Astroblast could only give a stunned grin and a soft *pfft* sound as his uninjured cheek began blushing slightly. “...I-...I-I mean-” he struggled to form a response. “...well yeah! I… guess it really does! Heh…”

     Giving the walls he was presently snuggled up against a slight rub in solidarity, Fiesta then decided it would probably be best to stay quiet for a while.

     Thus, the two Superchargers rested silently in the midst of each other’s company, until the Sun Runner became visible over the horizon.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Behind the nickname

Summary: Scotty as mamy nicknames from the people around her. But it seems like a pattern or an unspoken rule revolves around some of them. One particular. Ghost is about to find out the meaning of it.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // Masterlist

A/N: This was supposed to be a very small fic, turning into an above the 1k one. Welp. Also, although it is in my plan to visit Keukenhof (I tried this year but schedule didn't work out BUT next year for sure!) I haven't gone yet and so I was very vague on the description of it. Not helped that timeline wise they would have visited in 1997, what did the park even looked like back then?! Anyway, just a little fluff fic! Oh, Scotty's kid/baby pictures are inspired by my own.

“Auntie, what was the thing I was supposed to say if grandma was about to embarass you?” Nicolas asked as soon as his head popped in the door frame of the kitchen.

Camille lifted her head from the drawing she was making with Mathéo, rather confused. “I don’t remember, why?”

“Grandma is about to show an album to Uncle Ghost.”

“What! SHI- Mom!” Camille dropped her pen, jumped off the chair as if it was on fire, the said chair creaking loudly on the floor. The woman passed her nephew, almost shoved him out of the way in the wall. “Sorry Nic!” The two brothers looked at each other confused. 

Scotty arrived in the living room out of breath, hands crisped on the doorframe and sadly too late. Suzanne was seated with Ghost next to her, him half bent to check on the album she had placed on her and his laps. He lifted his head, a grin behind his mask. Despite being considered family, he wasn’t too comfortable yet to show more of his face. Yet she could still see the glimpse of amusement in his eyes when their gaze crossed. “A little hippie? That’s adorable.” 

“Shut it, Riley. That was for the carnaval, my mom did a great job on the costume.” Scotty rolled her eyes and joined them. She saw the picture he was commenting on. She was maybe five or six, all smiling with baggy pants and white long sleeve shirt, a too big headband on her forehead decorated with a peace sign, and a necklace with an even bigger one. In retrospective, she found herself ridiculous in this, however Ghost wasn’t so wrong, it was also adorable.

“Oh wait, this one is my favorite!” Suzanne said pointing at a picture on the next page. On this one Scotty was around the age of two, a cup of chocolate mousse in her hand and a nice little chocolate mustache on her face. “Her first time trying mousse. It was a mess to clean.”

“Mom, please!”

“Don’t be so embarrassed, tulip.” Henri chimed in from behind his newspaper. “She hasn’t shown him you naked in your first bath at least. Well, not like the young man hasn't seen you naked already.”

“Papa!” Scotty almost shrieked, face turning red.

“Henri! Pour l’amour de Dieu!” For the love of God. Her mother agreed on the boldness her husband just showed. The glare she gave him meant a thousand words. He cleared his throat and adjusted his newspaper, making himself as small as he could in the seat. Ghost was sitting there with a smile spread on his face. It was funny to see them like this. However, a little something caught his attention and the question burned his tongue. It wasn’t the first time he heard them calling her that way. Actually it seemed they were the only ones to do it. He never heard her sister or nephews use it.

“Why do you call her tulip?” He simply asked. There was a small silence. Not the awkward kind. The look Camille gave to her mom silently begged her to not tell the whole story. But the woman had none of it. She waved at her daughter to take a seat because if this man wanted to know the story behind the nickname he would have the whole story.

“It was her first word.”

*****

It has been a long road trip from their town to the Netherlands. Especially with two young kids. Luckily one of them slept almost the entire three hour ride. Gabrielle was getting restless near the end and as soon as the car stopped in the parking lot she was ready to jump out and stretch her legs. She was already working on the seatbelt keeping her restrained. Her mother was quick to tell her to wait till her dad would do it. Suzanne stretched her back, went on the other side of the car and took care of the baby who was slowly waking up from her slumber. 

Anyone would have wondered why a florist who would see flowers on the daily, work with them, arrange bouquets for all occasions five days a week would want to travel such a long distance to see flowers. Simply because Keukenhof had a reputation to have one of the best gardens of many species of plants. Although mainly known for its field of tulips, her favorite. 

It had been awhile since the whole family had been able to do something together, for once that Henri was home, Suzanne appreciated having all her loved ones together. To make it a better day, the sun was shining bright, not a single cloud in the sky. She couldn’t ask for anything better. Little Camille started to wiggle in her seat, smiling as her mother lifted her up and placed her in the scarf. The woman wrapped the rest around and secured the cloth in her back. Her daughter was facing away from her so she could see the world around them. Once everyone was ready, the family headed to the entrance eager to start their walk in the park and see what beauty it had to offer. Gabrielle held both her parents' hands, skipping happily as they walked down the path, already seeing some beautiful composition and arrangement here and there. The mix of different colors was pretty making up for very nice pictures. Henry took a few of them hoping they would turn out good once developed. He was never the best photographer in the family. 

“Mom, when do baby speak? Because all Camille does is…” She imitated the babbling her sister always did. Camille wiggled in the scarf with a small laughter. 

“It depends, but probably soon.” Her mother replied. Suzanne was stroking the baby’s cheek and Camille was more than eager to bite on her finger. Her mother’s reaction made both girls giggle. The family kept walking around till they found themselves in front of a small field of tulips. Suzanne’s favorite. 

Gabrielle went ahead to check on the small pond followed by her father who better keep an eye on her. The wind gently blew in the field, allowing some sensation of cool as the day was getting hotter. For a spring day, it was warmer than expected. Carefully, Suzanne crouched at the flowers level. Gently her fingers brushed on the soft petals. Camille whined a little from the change of position before extending her arms, trying to grab at the flowers. The woman moved her out of the scarf to be more comfortable sitting on her laps. “Carefully sweetie. They are pretty, aren’t they? These are tulips.”

“Too-pip!”

“What?” Suzanne looked at her daughter surprised. Camille repeated the word, hand reaching for the flower. It suddenly hit her that she just spoke her first word! A wide smile grew on her lips and called up her husband, happy to share the news! 

*****

“It’s Henry who then started to call her Tulip afterwards. It became our nickname for her.” Suzanne’s fingers lingered on a picture of a baby Camille sitting with a background of tulip. “Surprisingly, Camille grew to also love these flowers. Alright I think I embarrassed her enough for today.” She closed the album, put it back where it belonged, just in time when her grandkids came to ask if they could go buy some ice cream to the store. Scotty proposed herself and Ghost to take them. It would be nice to take a breath of fresh air, they could easily walk there.

As the two boys walked four steps ahead of them, Ghost leaned closer to her, his hand taking hers. 

“Too-pip uh? That's a good call sign, I like it.” He teased. 

“Don’t you even dare mention this to anyone. This is between you and me, you take this to your grave!”

“As you wish, Too-pip.” Scotty elbowed him hard in the side, but it was worth the laugh.