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PARTIES: @stardustonthebay, @appalachiannightmare TIMING: The last week in April LOCATION: Periwinkle Paints SUMMARY: Hazel goes to meet Maggie about a jar of Sour Patch Kids. WARNINGS: Unsanitary tw, Food Poisoning tw, Vomiting tw

Was a full jar of sour patch kids enough to bribe a new friendship into being?

Maggie had dumped half her sour patch stash into an old jam jar she’d nicked from the back room. There was more weird junk from her weird bosses shoved into that little glorified closet than Maggie thought was humanly possible. Jam jars, tin foil, garden gnomes, sporks, none of it made sense. But then again, they didn’t make sense. She saw them walking slowly up and down the stairs every so often, and they’d talk to her with each word feeling like she was hearing it in reverse- but they always paid her on time. At least there was that.

And at least, maybe, an offering of 32 ounces of sour sweet not-worms would convince this Hazel girl that she was cool and not weird and definitely friend shaped.

She drew a little cartoon of a sad gummy worm to stick to it in the meantime.

After a little while, the front door gave a merry little jingle. Dark brown eyes lifted up from her work, trying to discern if this was a customer or a Hazel. “Uh… hi! Are you here for the sour patch jar?”

—

What was the old saying? Never take candy from strangers or something like that? She couldn’t quite recall. And while Hazel didn’t want to outright admit she was going all the way to Harborside just for a jar of Sour Patch Kids, it was the honest truth. But she did need more sketching supplies AND making a friend in the process was a major bonus, since those were few and far between these days. Besides, if things got rough, she unknowingly knew how to take care of herself thanks to the monster inside that she was supposedly possessed by.

Hearing a voice call out from behind the counter, Hazel peaked over one of the small racks near her to find the person speaking, “Yeah, that’s me. Hazel. You're Maggie right?” A smile spreading across her soft features, the young woman made her way towards the counter passing up any supplies to lay eyes on and claim the coveted jar of Sour Patch Kids, “I can pay you for these. I don’t want to take your stash. I still plan to buy supplies, but let me pay for this. You were kind enough to put ‘em in a jar for me and everything.”

Hazel may have been a murderer, but she was an honest one. At least when it came to her human side of life. The other side…still had way too many questions to be answered. And while eating people never got any easier, she had found that life was a little more okay upon admitting what she was and that she did have a problem. Just one that she didn’t know how to really tell anyone about, much less figure out how to solve. And most of the time, when they saw that side of her, they either didn’t survive or ran as far away as they possibly could hoping and praying to anything that would listen, that she wasn’t chasing them.

—

Oh, she knew this face! Not very well, but Maggie was certain she’d see in the girl who entered the shop pass through a few times or more. Plus, there was the accent- very distinct, unique, cool. An easy smile spread across her features as the girl leaned against the counter. No need to act so serious if it wasn’t a Customer customer. “That’s me,” She chirped as she slid the jar of candy across the counter.

“Oh, no! Don’t worry about it, friends share.” Charging someone for a bunch of loose sour patch kids she’d shaken into a jar she’d repurposed felt borderline criminal. Especially when there were actually better things Hazel could buy within the store. And the fact that it would probably technically maybe be seen as cheating her bosses out of a sale. Not that cared about much of anything. She’d seen one of them slowly dragging themselves up the stairs when she’d gotten in, moving at a snail’s pace as they went.

Half the time, Maggie wondered if they even knew she was there, running their shop.

“Just like… pay me back with a snack or something some other time. Save your money for things you really need or want- speaking of which,” Dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she plopped a stack of supplies- pencils and paper and journals and erasers, everything Maggie could think of in a short amount of time- right atop the counter. “Pulled some stuff you maybe might like. You don’t.. have to feel obligated to… get-“

The girl’s voice trailed off, her attention turning towards the back of the shop. Thud… thud thud. Thud… thudthudthud… Dull and repetitive. Was something banging on the door? Like a tree branch or something?

“I’m sorry, do you hear that?”

—

Hazel’s eyes lit up and her mouth watered at the jar being slid towards her, “Would it be rude if I just opened these up right now and took out a handful?” She looked from the jar and back up at Maggie half-smiling, half-genuinely concerned if it would, in fact, be rude or not, “I was taught manners, but sometimes” a lot of times as far as her devil was concerned “they go right out the door when I get excited about something.”

Hazel let her eyes fall on the jar again, until Maggie had mentioned them being friends, “Wait a minute, you barely know me, and you want to be friends?” The idea of chowing down on the sweet and sour candy easily left her mind. Her friends back home in Tennessee had up and abandoned her once word had gotten out about what she had supposedly done. But hearsay and gossip was a powerful tool and no one had been able to prove what Hazel had done was true. It still didn’t mean they were concerned, even her best friend, Winter, had just quit checking in on her, so hearing this come from someone she had only seen in passing a handful of times had left Hazel in a bit of shock.

“Of course, I’ll pay you back. I think I’m still just…Why? If you don’t mind me askin’? Is there somethin’ about me that makes you think I’d be a good friend? I mean I am…” When I don’t eat people or things.

She was probably making a bigger deal out of it than she should have, even missing the fact that Maggie had pulled a bunch of great supplies for her, but all of that was interrupted by a sound coming from the back of the shop, “I, uh, I hear it. I take it that’s not normal?” Hazel’s eyes narrowed as she leaned to the side to look past Maggie and towards the back, “Is it always that dark back there?”

—

If she hadn’t been so distracted, Maggie might have told Hazel that she could open the jar and shake its contents into her mouth for all she cared, as the very concept of devouring a sweet treat was not an inherently shameful thing. She might have said manners were, at times, overrated. Even if her mom told her otherwise. “... ‘course I wanna be friends…” Was all she could manage as she leaned her ear against the wall, trying to decipher exactly where the thudding noise was originating from. “I think you’re cool, and you’re nice, and you’re new to town which means you oughta have a friend who knows town…” Nope, it was definitely in the back room… “So I…. uh…”

The back room looked as if night had fallen quite unexpectedly. The back door with the opaque glass window that usually cast the floor at that time of day with a rectangle of butter yellow was shaded, no light creeping through. A glance to her right revealed the cartoonishly blue spring sky was still there. Which meant it should be light back there. But it wasn’t. Not even a little bit.

“Nnnnnnope…” The end of the soft-spoken word popped as if to exaggerate the fact. If she was being really, really fucking honest, Maggie was a little, mildly, tiiiiiiiny bit creeped out by the weirdness of it all. And yet, in all her brilliant stupidity, she took a step towards the back room. Then another.

Thud thud thududududd… Thud… THUD…

With every step she took, the louder the banging on the back door got. She glanced back at Hazel, a look that could only be described as what the actual flying fuck is going on etched into every line of her face. Maggie opened her mouth to say something – say what she didn’t know – when a loud CRACK split the air. As did splinters. As did a large chunk of the door. The girl couldn’t turn back fast enough to look or even move before she was bowled over by something large and rather squishy.

—

The conversation would’ve been a lot more meaningful and the start to building a great friendship, if they both hadn’t been distracted. And as much as Hazel wanted to pay attention to Maggie, it was hard when the threat of something loomed just on the other side of where they were standing. And Hazel had wanted to tell Maggie to backway from the wall, but to back away from what? She didn’t even know what was going on.

However, the young woman had noticed the shop had gotten visibly darker in a matter of seconds, and while she was no expert in weather patterns, she knew that whatever was going on outside, wasn’t good, “Okay, I don’t like this, Maggie. Maybe we should just go out the front and call your bosses or somethin’.” She wanted to pull her new friend towards her and out the door, but before she could, Hazel noticed Maggie going towards the back door, “I-I don’t think that’s the best idea…”

Stepping forward slightly, she was almost going to pull the other woman back until all hell broke loose! With a loud crack!, thud!, crash!, and squish!, Hazel watched as Maggie was taken down by whatever the outside threat had been, but when she finally laid eyes on it, it took her all of two seconds to comprehend what she was looking at, “What in the ever lovin’ fuck?!” Hazel rarely swore, but desperate times called for desperate measures especially when a big ass gummy worm that was larger than life came barreling towards you!

“Is this because I said I didn’t like gummy worms?!” She wanted to scream and run out, but she remembered Maggie being the casualty of its squish as it came through the door. “Maggie! Maggie, can you hear me!?” The giant gummy was still coming towards her with its wide maw and hollow eyes, which forced Hazel back into a nearby corner. But conveniently near the front door. And she couldn’t help, but let her eyes linger longingly for freedom, but she had just made a friend, and she wasn’t going to let her die a horrific death by a horrific candy!

“Maggie, I’m comin’!!!”

—

She’d never imagined that this would be how her day went: being smooshed by a giant gummy worm.

Maggie’s field of vision was covered in stars for a moment- who knew a door and a giant worm to the face would pack such a punch? Unfortunately, the worm did not simply wiggle over her and leave her behind. Rather, she stuck to the belly of the thing, and it dragged her right across the floor. When the spots of painful light fled her vision, the world was slightly opaque and vibrant green-blue. It also smelled like sour apples. Which was probably the least worst part of the whole debacle she found herself in.

She could hear Hazel’s voice, slightly muffled through the gelatinous gummy body of the… was it a gummy worm? Was it just shaped like a gummy worm? If Maggie wasn’t being dragged along like an angry toddler on one of those stupid child leashes, she might have pulled out her phone to take reference pictures and draw the guy later. “Mphhhhhhhbbbbblll-” was the best she could manage in the way of a response.

If this was how she died, she hoped that someone made a whole lot of puns out of it. Because really, what wilder and funnier thing to read in an obit than ‘she got squished by a gummy worm’.

Only, it did become slightly less funny when she remembered that breathing was a thing she needed to do, and Maggie could not do that with the damned worm holding her with a extra-strenght-suction-cup-like grip. The girl tried to wiggle her way out from beneath the creature, but the more she moved, the more stuck she got. Well, shit. Hopefully, Hazel didn’t get stuck under the worm, too…

—

Hazel had never been afraid of a gummy worm before. Never in her life. She usually just liked to suck the sour off and then bite their heads off in the process, before devouring the rest of the jelly-like creature, but this…what exactly was this?! What was happening?! And was this even considered real life anymore? Or had something happened?

Maybe she had never left her bedroom and was still stuck back in Tennessee being held prisoner by her parents. Maybe she had finally keeled over and this was some kind of Hell she was living in. Hazel’s heart was pounding nearly out of her chest at this point with all the horrific possibilities, but the weak mumbling coming from the worm’s ass reminded her that Maggie was still stuck like a damn hair in a biscuit.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Just as Hazel managed to get her bearings back, she noticed the worm coming towards her, and like Mackenzie Ross in one of her action movies, Hazel ducked and dived out of the way just in the nick of time. But the faster her heart beat, the more agitated she became, and before she could find a place to hide to at least try and calm herself down, it was too late.

With a loud crack followed by an ear piercing scream, Hazel could feel her body begin to shift. Organs rearranging; fur sprouting; and the strength of something huge taking over what was once just a small, twenty-three year old woman dodging a giant gummy worm. But while the grotesque change was occurring, the giant multi-colored worm had managed to wrap its wide mouth around Hazel to begin the process of the om-nom.

—

If the gummy worm attack wasn’t how she thought her day was going to go, then the sound of bone cracking and her new friend screaming as something happened in the world beyond the gummy. Had Hazel been hurt? How the gummy worm had hurt the girl more than it had Maggie was beyond her, considering she was the one who was gonna be covered in rug burn and have a few unfortunately placed splinters if she got out of the wormening alive.

But then, she noticed something funny from within the worm.

There was a head going into the gummy worm’s mouth, specifically a head that should have been Hazel’s. But Hazel did not have a long snout when she came into the store. And Hazel did not have a furry face. And Hazel did not have fuzzy ears that pointed up like a dog’s. Fucking hell, had a dog broken into the store too??? No, doggie, run away!

But… also… that was one big dog…

The worm sat back on its… well, Maggie would have said haunches, but what was a worm but one long squishy torso, oops all butt, so it just sat back, attempting as best it could to get its gummy worm mouth around something that was rapidly growing to be much bigger than it. Where the hell went Hazel? The girl couldn’t help but wonder. Had she left to find help and then a dog ran in? What was going on? All was strange and vague in the death by gummy worm… Maybe trying to call for help from her utterly useless bosses would help?

“Mbbbibbbbllppp! MBBBBBBPLLLLLLLLLB!!!”

Nailed it.

—

Her devil had taken over. Hazel was now the Berserker, and even though her senses were filled to the brim with sour apple flavor, it was going to be the pleasure of eating this thing from the inside out that the beast was looking forward to. And with this in mind, the huge dog let the worm continue to gum and devour and slurp her down, before she reached its gelatinous belly, and then?

All hell broke loose.

Forcing her toothy maw open, Hazel began to chomp down on the massive gummy worm as it started to thrash itself around. The Berserker’s concern was not on Maggie and any damage that might have come her way. No, it was on the thrill of ripping this giant piece of food apart and devouring every last bit of it.

Sure, Hazel’s devil usually preferred blood, but this would do. Juicy, sour gummy goodness. No, it wasn’t a sour patch kid, but it did cause chaos and that’s what this massive furry monster lived for! And the harder it thrashed and let out a gurgling wail, the more the Berserker tore into it, before she was finally free and rolling around on the floor – her fur all matted in sticky goop, before back on all fours and pouncing back into the dying gummy like a puppy playing with a chew toy!

—

There was one moment where there was just… a very large puppy silhouetted in the gummy worm prison Maggie had found herself in. And then that very large puppy ripped through the gummy worm like it was its only mission in life. She only really caught a little bit of it, simply because the worm was wiggling about trying to save its own life. Guess the thing had eyes bigger than its stomach.

The closer that puppy’s mouth got to her end of the gummy worm, the more Maggie began to think that it was not a puppy at all. The mouth alone was massive. She could have probably stuck her whole damned head inside its mouth and there would still have been room. And the teeth. Well, she only really caught one good look before, between the worm thrashing and the giant puppy shaking the worm like a chew toy, Maggie finally came loose from the worm’s belly. Which was more like someone ripping duct tape off her entire front and then throwing her into a shelf filled with paper… that was now stuck to her.

Freed from the belly of the gummy, the girl could really get a feel for the level of chaos that had been wrought upon the shop in just under five minutes. There was green and blue gummy goo everywhere. On the ceiling. On the walls. On the shelves. On the ceiling fans. In her ear, she was pretty sure… And the puppy, which was so big its tail was literally threatening to take out a chunk of the front desk, was right in the heart of the mess. Covered in goop. Rolling around. Shaking the worm like it was the best toy in the world.

Honestly, it was kind of cute, in an oh, I’m so getting fired sort of way.

—

The Berserker growled and ripped and rolled. She tore and gnawed and pounced. And by the end of it, she was laying on the floor gnawing at the final pieces of the no longer existent gummy worm; it’s head between her giant paws as she chewed on its face. There had been no interest whatsoever in Maggie, because even though she was finally birthed from the belly of the worm, she hadn’t been the target of Hazel’s devil, nor had she angered the beast.

With the last bite finished, the Berserker began licking the goop from her paws trying to clean it off as best she could, but a sudden low growl made her stop and look back towards her tail like something at the back half was happening. Fortunately, when all had settled again, she resumed cleaning the blue and green sticky off of her fur, but this time a deep rumble came from her own belly and she let out a whimper of pain.

Too. Much. Gummy.

It was like buying a bag of Sugar Free Haribos off of Amazon and eating all of them on a dare without remembering all the reviews that came along with that purchase. And before long, the massive lupine creature was up and pacing the small shop trying to stop the pain from happening in her belly. But it was no use, and as a self-preservation of its own stomach, the Berserker returned Hazel’s body to her, leaving the poor girl as pale as some of the paper in the store and laying on the floor in a heap of colorful goo as naked as a jaybird not remembering a damn thing that happened.

—

Maggie was either severely concussed and was hallucinating things as a result, or the Big Ass Murder Puppy that had destroyed like, half the shop, had transformed into a very, very naked Hazel. There were about a million questions she wanted to ask. Were you aware you turn into a giant dog when there are killer gummy worms was at the top of the list, followed by so do you still want those sour patch kids after downing a whole Mini Cooper’s worth of gummy worm?

The girl rolled herself up to her feet, wobbling for just a moment when she found her foot stuck in a pile of gummy worm goop. “... Hazel?” Her voice warbled a little, keeping her eyes fixed on the ceiling until she could work her way over to the supplies closet to try and find a tarp or something to cover the girl in. “Hazel, are you feeling okay?” Since Murdermittens the Gummy Worm Slayer had eaten the whole gummy worm and didn’t look too good, she could only imagine that the poor girl who was now back to her normal state was feeling… miserable was probably not a good enough word.

The worst part? She wanted to be excited. She wanted to be so damn excited because A WEREWOLF? HAD JUST? SAVED HER LIFE. But now said werewolf was delirious and looking like she was going to add to the mess Maggie had to clean up any minute. She snagged a few towels and a bowl off some stuffed shelves before rushing back to Hazel and wrapping her up. “I’m gonna guess the answer to that question is like shit, so just sit and relax for a minute okay?”

—

The pain in her stomach hurt somethin’ kinda fierce, which was saying something considering Hazel barely felt pain. But it was like being punched repeatedly in the gut by the world’s top rated boxer on a loop, “I think I’m gonna be sick…” She refused to move off the floor and curled herself up tighter into a goop covered little ball that smelled like sour apple – a smell that seemed to make things worse. And then she remembered Maggie being covered up by the giant worm and regretfully forced herself upwards until she saw the other woman coming towards her, “Maggie…are you okay? That worm…I thought you were gonna be suffocated by it…What happened to it? How did you get out?”

Her mind had been so hazy. One minute she was being chased by the thing, and the next she was laying in this mess on the brink of death by gummy worm. With the bowl nearby and the tarp over her, Hazel shivered fiercely, and before she could say anything else to Maggie, the massive worm she had unknowingly consumed came crawling back up in not such a pretty way time and time again, before Hazel had wanted to quit everything and was laying on the floor of the art store in a cold sweat.

“Give me a f-few minutes okay, and then I’ll help you clean this all up.” She covered her head with the tarp and for a moment resembled a corpse lying in a bodybag, but the fruity-putrid scent that was trapped under the tarp was starting to make her sick again, and she was right back with her head hanging over the bowl.

“Y-You can keep the Sour Patch Kids…I don’t think I ever want to see another gummy in my life.”

—

Poor Hazel was not looking good.

There was a pang of guilt twisting in Maggie’s gut. If she hadn’t gone back to the door to investigate, would the worm have gotten in? If it had, at least maybe then she wouldn’t have been stuck to its big wormy butt, and maybe then she and Hazel would’ve gotten out of the store before the other girl had to wolf out…

“I’m fine,” A headache was probably the worst she’d gotten from the encounter- and the impending doom of being fired, but that wasn’t as important at the moment. Crouched down beside the girl, all she could smell was sour apple. Maggie hadn’t even taken a bite of the worm, and its sticky sweet smell was enough to make her stomach churn. A cool hand smoothed back Hazel’s hair as the poor thing hung her head over the bowl.

“You saved me, don’t you remember?” How did Hazel not recall turning into a very big very angry worm eating and hating doggo? To be entirely fair, Maggie had never met an honest-to-god-real werewolf before. Maybe that was normal. “You went all giant fuzzy puppy dog and demolished the thing… which is why you feel like shit, you ate that whole gummy worm- or Murdermittens the Gummy Worm Slayer did and then left your poor stomach to deal with the consequences…” Poor Hazel was looking as green as the gummy worm she’d devoured. “How about you just rest and don’t worry about the cleaning up… I might have some gym clothing in the back you can change into in a few, but for now, just… breathe…”

—

Hazel listened to Maggie explain the situation. The only thing she could really recall was the giant worm being her main target, especially when it came at her attempting to eat her, but after that everything went dark, just like it normally had. It was hard living with constant holes in your memories and trying to piece together broken lapses of time. Though it probably didn’t look like it, at that moment, Hazel was grateful for Maggie explaining things to her, and even just being by her side. It had been a long time since she had had anyone on her side. Most people either ran off screaming or weren’t alive to explain the aftermath.

Slowly swallowing the reluctant taste of gummy worm, Hazel wanted to gag, but managed to shake it off, and instead, let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t result in having to be over the bowl again, “Thanks, Maggie. For not runnin’ away from me, and for tellin’ me what happened. Most people don’t hang around long enough…for various reasons…” She paused, before speaking again, “I understand it, if you’re afraid to be around me now.” She didn’t dare tell Maggie about her past. Maybe someday, but not now; even though nearly being eaten by a giant gummy worm was quite the bonding experience. How many people could say that happened to them in their lifetime?

“I-If you don’t mind, I’d like them clothes now. I think you might have some company.” Hazel’s eyes had quickly shifted from Maggie to someone standing in the back hallway where the giant worm had initially done its damage, before Hazel got a hold of it.

—

“Why would I be afraid of you?” The math wasn’t mathing. Yeah, sure, Hazel had turned into a very angry wolf that looked like it was the size of a Hummer and that wolf had just demolished a big ass gummy worm like it was nothing, BUT that hummer-sized-angry-doggo saved her ass. Plus, it was cool as fuck! When Hazel didn’t look like she was gonna yack, maybe then Maggie would pepper her with questions about the whole being a werewolf thing. “No, you’re stuck with me now. Gummy worm trauma bond and all,”

Company? She hadn’t seen any customers walk in… “Miss… Carter….?” A sedentary monotonous voice questioned from the edge of the back room, where the steps to the apartment above met the shop. Well, shit. Maggie turned to see Mr. Slough, one of the two owners of her beloved Periwinkle Paints gaping at the mess that had been made of his shop. Fired. She was getting fired today.

As quick as she could, she went fishing in the closet behind the counter to grab her gym bag and plonked on the counter. “Hazel? You sit ‘til you feel better, clothes are here when you need them… I’ll… talk to you later- message me,” She gave the girl a wobbly grin before scuttling into the back to attempt an explanation. Who would’ve thought, killer gummy worms!

—

The voice from the man standing towards the back of the store didn’t sound pleased, but how could he be when everything was a big gooey mess?

Hazel watched as Maggie grabbed her gym bag and left it on the counter. It had been one of the most inconvenient things, constantly losing your clothes to that of a massive furry beast most of the time. Money don’t grow on trees, Devil. I can’t afford to keep buying new clothes just for you to rip them up. The thought had crossed her mind multiple times, but still nothing ever changed.

“Thank you, Maggie. I’ll text ya tonight.” She nodded softly at her new friend who was slathered in gummy worm goop watching as her and the store owner left the front room.

When she was finally alone, Hazel slowly stood up from the floor. Her body was exhausted, but the last thing she wanted was to walk home in a tarp. There was no way she was riding her bike back covered in sticky slime. It didn’t take her too long to throw on Maggie’s gym clothes, and she had managed to gather up what was left of her own ripped attire. With one last look around the store, promising herself that she would help Maggie anyway she could, Hazel started to walk out the front door, until she laid eyes on the jar of Sour Patch Kids, “Yeah, fuck you too.” And with that, she was gone.

#thread: cleanup on aisle roar #stardustonthebay #unsanitary tw #food poisoning tw #vomiting tw #wickedswriting

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inktoony · 9 months ago

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I havent actually written in ages and havent watched emh in ages either so sorry if Habit is out of character. Everything is within my own AU.

Fresh Air

This is NOT shipping in any way.

Characters: Habit, Eyeless Jack

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It was always nice to get some fresh air. Most of the time anyways.

The bunker wasn't bad, since it was only Jack, Tim, Brian, and now Toby. Though, Jack had his own reservations about Slender making a literal kid a proxy. Regardless, at least he doesn't need to teach the kid everything. Tim is doing that just fine.

Cooped up in a tree, his long legs tangled from a particularly thick branch, Jack could only hear the silence noises of the night.

After maybe 20 minutes, there was a rustle nearby, and then another. A soft scampering up the tree he's in.

Likely a squirrel, though it's rare that wild animals approached him. Always had a weird vibe about him, which sucked since he would want a pet one day.

A soft click left his tongue, and the world seems anew. Everything around him, patches within silhouettes, variations of red, green and blue.

He turned his head, and with another click, was met with a deep red near his face. He almost fell off the damn branch, utterly startled.

Whatever it was, its ears pinned back and it backed away. But it always pointed at him, no matter what.

He knew what it was.

“Hey!”

And that's what you hate to hear.

“Habit.” Jack answered.

“Sure am! Come on down, buddy, I ain't rescuing you from there.” Habit was clearly elated to see the guy.

Jack couldn't be further from that. And didn't move.

“Get down.” Habit repeated, on the verge of yelling if he had to repeat himself again. Jack listened immediately.

“Good” and the ‘friend’ voice returned.

Habit was eager to invade Jack's space, though the host Habit was using barely reached his shoulder.

“This is proxy territory.” Jack knew better not to be outwardly hostile, but he wasn't going to be nice either.

“What, you think I don't know that? I don't give a shit about the lanky freak” Habit paused, and a grin appeared on his face. “Well, I care about this lanky freak.” He gave Jack a light shove, meaning to be playful but it just gave the taller guy a spike in heartbeat. “The wind might blow you away if you aren't careful!”

“What do you,, want?” Jack asked simply, not reacting to his joke. Habit took offense, but he got the picture.

“You know what I want.”

“The answer is still no.”

Habit frowned, his tone turning sour. “And you're not gonna be useful to him forever. That demon schtick has the downside of eating human meat”

Habit circled him, like a predator. With a hand on Jack's shoulder, one he definitely had to reach his arm for, he sighed. “I'm not going to do that, buddy. I could probably reverse that little curse or something of yours! Don't you want that?”

He gave him a little shake. “You be my little guy, I sometimes take over your body to ruin all relationships, as if you have any to begin with, have a few human right violations, and you get to live a normal life! Even if I cant take away the cannibalism thing, I can at least eat for you. I've done it before, I don't mind doing it for a while just to get a proper guy on my side”

“No” Jack said without hesitation.

After all that talk, Habit was just left with another rejection. He huffed, shoving Jack forward and his heat signature walking off, the dog-rabbit thing following behind.

Once they both left, Jack felt a relief to hear a familiar static once again.

His heart was racing, and he needed to clench at his own hoodie to ground himself. He slowly turned, being met with a silhouette of static before he even clicked his tongue, taller than himself.

It offered a hand, and he took it.

That was enough fresh air for the night.

#slenderverse #habit everymanhybrid #eyeless jack #slenderverse fic #creepypasta fanfic #EJ is a proxy #Eyeless jack fanfic #crossover #the things are fucked up dog and rabbiy hybrid things idk #havent figured it out

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redstrewn · 2 years ago

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after you reblogged my vere/fenrir meme post i was curious and i started thinking about ragnarok(as one does). in norse myth there is jörmungandr, the world serpent, which is an example of ouroboros. jörmungandr is fenrir's sibling. and leander is brimming with ouroboros related symbolism. don't know if it connects but i thought that was kind of interesting. you might already know this but i thought i'd share anyway lmao - @leaiss

OOOOH I DIDNT KNOW THIS!!! THANK YOU! I know nothing about norse myth (I know little about myths and literature in general).

This is really cool to think about since I've thought about Leander and Vere a lot...they have so many contrasting things about them, sometimes like total opposites. Like you said before, Leander is like a reverse sour patch kids while Vere seems like a regular sour patch kids, for one.

I LOV THEMM

#my two favorite liars #leander #vere #touchstarved meta

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year ago

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Can I have a match up for BSD, JJK, and AOT (preferably adult characters of any gender. Im a leo sun, Aries rising, and cancer moon. I’m an INFP and a certified good girl lmao. What I mean by that is I’m very sweet and kind and I don’t like to get into trouble. However, I do having a kind of teasing side and I can get really loud and funny. Outwardly, I’m delicate and gentle but, like a reverse sour patch kid, I get cheeky and will tease you. I’m smart and am very good at art and most generally subject within the arts. I’m good with kids and kind of need constant attention or I’ll get sad. I yearn for princess treatment and am very generous with my patience and love. I am really good at understanding others and am great at listening to them and making them feel heard. I love people and prefer to be around people but sometimes, when I’m very sad- which happens often- I turn into a recluse so I need help coming out of my cave. I want to be held and touched constantly. I don’t know if I’d admit this out loud but I kind of like aggress people, like I obviously need treated gently, but I don’t mind being shook around and I really like being teased idk why. I also need someone who might make the for at move but that isn’t always a requirement. I can be painfully shy or dense about love. I ADORE cute things so much like a whole lot. I love the color pink and sweets. Sanrio and other brands like that are a gift from god. My fave Sanrio is Usahana. She’s so cute and I also like Hongyudon. My fave ice cream is cheesecake flavored. I love making cheese trays or charcuterie boards for my friends bc I just like feeding people. My fave animals are rabbits, bats, ferrets, and jellyfish. Btw the way I’m very neurodivergent liek I’m AUT/ADHD. I like watching stimboard videos, horror, anime, stage plays, sketchbook tours, and unfortunately I really love loud, random humor I’m so sorry.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

If you’re looking for someone to tease you, Dazai is the perfect person for you. He’s just the right balance of teasing and genuine. He can also take teasing so there’s an almost constant stream of banter between the two of you.

Really good with treating you the way you want to be treated. Sometimes he might need you to tell him what annoys you but he won’t infantilize you or treat you like you’re dumb.

He’s also really good with physical affection, always picking up on when you want a hug or want to hold his hand. He likes the contact as well.

Knows all the best cafes around where you can get sweets and cheesecake ice cream. Chances are high he’s also got some of your favourite snacks stashed away for emergencies.

Thinks you’re intriguing for liking such different things as cute stuff and horror movies but that only makes him more interested in you as a person.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

If there’s anyone who could rival Dazai in terms of teasing, Gojo is the one. He’s a bit more ruthless in his teasing than Dazai but still has his moments of sincerity.

Much like Dazai, Gojo won’t treat you as if you’re dumb or a child. He knows better than anyone the intelligence and sass you hold and he loves that about you.

I see Gojo as someone who has a sweet tooth as well so he’d love to go on food dates where you try out a bunch of places neither of you have been to. He’s certainly got the money to spend.

Would love making charcuterie boards with you. He’s got a good eye for placement and putting things together for the best combinations so it’s always a good time. Plus you get to eat all of the amazing food after, so it’s a win-win.

You are united in your dislike of Toji Fushiguro. Gojo thinks it’s destiny that you hate the same person and will use it as a reason as to why the universe brought you two together.

In Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Hange is probably the least teasing person on this list. But that certainly doesn’t mean she won’t tease you when she feels like it.

I don’t think she’s capable of talking to anyone as if they’re dumb. She just assumes people will know what she’s talking about, even if she’s using the most complex scientific terms.

In a modern au, Hange would absolutely be into watching stimboard videos. That is so up her alley, it isn’t funny. She’ll ask for recommendations occasionally and gets to know your preferences so she can recommend videos for you to watch as well.

Amazing with giving you attention and physical affection. She loves receiving both of those as well so if you return the favourite it’s a win-win.

Would love going to zoos and aquariums with you. Hange’s definitely an animal lover so the fact that you like so many different animals as well is great. She’ll be spouting off facts the entire time though, so be prepared.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #hange zoe

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sages-randomstuff · 2 years ago

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hey, welcome! :D

hi! im sage, and as the description says, i like to draw! i may not post on here EVERYDAY but i will occasion :/ but like heres some more stuff about me if anyone cares to read this __________________________________________________________ i like twd, tadc, dhmis, mfpnp, sp, tf2, and TD!

uhrm my favorite characters from each i guess?? twd: negan>> tadc: caine dhmis: roy and warren td: EZEKIEL sp: ..i dont know but i like to make fun of cartman tf2: scout __________________________________________________________ my favorite animals??

lynx

norwegian forest cats

german shepards

and just wolves in general?! __________________________________________________________

just random stuff i guess: my favorite color is green

i like roleplaying

my favorite candy is sour patch kids

i have a dog named ragnarok.. but I call him rags for short lol

my favorite bands are green day, and falling in reverse, and gwar __________________________________________________________

yeah.. thats about it for now

gru is evil guys

#intro post #idk how to tag this

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years ago

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Having Weather/Wes as an F/O is such a good investment it’s like two blorbos for one. You’ve got Weather AND Wes. Sweet memory loss husband AND angry tragic backstory husband. AND he’s hot 👌

It's a two for one deal. Like a reverse sour patch kid. Come for the sweet. Stay for the sour. Plus he's hot. Get y'all a man who can do both

#but not this one. he's mine.#asks #selfship junk

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theartofruling · 3 months ago

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Robin knew that she hadn’t intended for it to be her last update, but she could tell by Hale’s words that this wasn’t really a suggestion. “I…” she paused, trying to figure out what exactly to say. “Yes, my notice is in. Everyone knows.” Her tone was one, resigned to her fate of being on bed rest. “Are we certain I have to be in bed for the rest of the pregnancy?That’s just a figure of speech, right? I can do stuff. Just bed most of the time?” She didn’t know if that was a literal order or a figure of speech. She was hoping it was a figure of speech. What would she do on bed rest for all that time? Robin sniffed, trying to figure out what the extra was. She smelled macaroni and cheese. She smelled lemon pepper wings. And there it was a hint of spice. “I think he figured out how to make the mildest buffalo wings. I told him I missed his spicy buffalo wings, and he figured out a way to give me the taste without the spice!” Or so she hoped.

She smiled as they spoke to their baby. That did not settle her. She heard her dad’s voice for the first time in a long time and started kicking. Like clockwork. She loves hearing you.” Robin’s brows lifted when they relayed the meeting didn’t go well. “Your mother and Markus were doing what! What would Daphne have really done to help?” At the mention of Sebastian and humanity, Robin tried to keep her face even. Not to give away the secret but lying to nymphs and telepaths and even wolves wasn’t great. “Wait how did his humanity come up?” She wondered if the fact that he played off a figurative humanity instead. “Baby, I’m sorry. Me and Rose will make it up to you. I’ll give you kisses and she’ll give you high fives with her feet, and sometimes hand. I can’t tell the difference unless she kicks first.”

Robin gasped. “I’m going to start calling you a sour patch kid. Except reverse. You were so sweet, then you turned sour with these threats. I am carrying your baby. You can’t cut me off.” She was already pouting at just the thought. “How did I let you learn my weaknesses so quickly?” Robin sighed. “Fine, no working.” She ran her fingers through their hair, peppering them with kisses. “So what do I do with all that free time? Especially when you’re at work, being sexy where everyone can see. But me.”

-🥀-

"Is that your last memo to update them on?" Hale asked, a brow quirking in Robin's direction before they continued. "It should be," They murmured. "You did tell your second, and your boss, that after this summit you're going on bed rest, right? The only thing you'll have to worry about and focus on is this, right here." Hale finished, palm moving across Robin's stomach where their unborn child resided. Hale chuckled lightly when she spoke of being hungry, their arms moving to gather Robin comfortably in their hold as her request. "I know. I figured it was time for your pre-lunch snack." They replied, knowing Robin's craving schedule. "Gregor says he added something extra to your order. Told me that you should use your heightened pregnant wolf senses to sniff it out." Hale shared before quietly shaking his head in bemusement. "He says don't worry, you'll love it though. Oh, and he gave you extra helpings of sides too."

At the mention of their daughter's increasing restlessness, Hale's gaze landed on Robin's stomach, once more. "Hey now, Rosie Girl, I thought we agreed that you'd go easy on your mom while I sat in those long ass meetings?" They asked their unborn child, hand still laid on the swell of Robin's belly. "You gotta give her a break, alright? 'Cause y'know that I'd rather have been with you two, I promise. That meeting wasn't shit, kid. And I missed you more." Hale told Rose with a soft smile. Robin's question about said meetings caused the nymph to sigh before leaning their face into the fabric covering her bosom. "It was fuckin' ass," They shared. As if to self-soothe themselves, Hale placed a kiss atop of one of Robin's shirt covered breasts. "I had to deal with Ma and Markus eye fucking and him smirking every time she breathed during the entire fucking meeting. I almost left to drag Daphne in there to keep Ma in line. Then, I had to deal with everyone's feelings. Which was bullshit." Hale complained, their face nuzzling their girlfriend's chest. "And then," The nymph looked up at Robin and sighed heavily. "During the immortalem expert section, who was Antonia, another surprise; A prophesy about the immortalem and Kings Hill and its throne costing Sebastian his humanity... So I asked him about it. Asked him what it meant. You know that fucker looked me in the eyes and lied to me? As if I can't feel his emotions with him."

Hale shook their head, their gaze softening as they met Robin's gaze. "I always have time for you. I don't give a fuck about being late to whatever shit meeting is after this." Which was true. Especially after gauging that they'd been lied to by the summit's host who claimed to repair their former friendship. Even with Rowan's lack of denial or confirmation in the meeting. "And no, I won't beat your ass the way that you like if you think you're going to keep work when we return home. The last work you're doing is walking through the portal home. After that, you're resting. Or I'm going on ass beating how you like it strike. And I'm shutting my grill down til Rosie Girl is one. Me and Dad's. Smoker too." They lovingly threatened.

#[Robin]#[Robin:Hale]#lmevent10

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veronicasanders · 3 years ago

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Last Halloween ask! What is your favorite candy? Are you dressing up/doing something this weekend? I'm absolutely certain you're all througly sick of me and my bs, so this ask is just me saying thank you for indulging me and wish you a nice weekend and idk just tell me about anything you wish to talk about 😊

I could never be sick of you, my darling! BS welcome anytime! 😘

(After the jump, I will wax poetic about bittersweet chocolate…)

CANDY:

CHOCOLATE SUPREMACY! Now, I pretty much exclusively eat high-end bittersweet/dark Fair Trade chocolate, although I can slum it with Lindt if I’m desperate but I really don't like giving money to companies unless they're Fair Trade. Bittersweet has always been the pinnacle for me.

As a kid, I was all about trading away the dumb sugary shit like Skittles, War Heads, Starburst, and Blow Pops, for more chocolate. The chocolate candies were ranked into a hierarchy…

TOP TIER, PREMIUM: Anything dark (Not common in Halloween candy but sometimes you could get lucky and get a Hershey’s Special Dark in a mixed bag, a Mounds Bar - for those outside of the US, Mounds is like Bounty but with dark chocolate, or someone cool would be giving away little Doves.)

2nd Tier: Reese’s PB cups, Almond Joy (Bounty with Almonds), Junior Mints/Andes Mints, Skor Bars, Butterfinger and Kit Kats.

3rd Tier: M&Ms (which could be bumped up to second tier if they were peanut butter M&Ms), Snickers, Nestle Crunch, Hershey Kisses and other plain chocolate that looked decent

4th Tier: Milky Way, Mars Bars, Twix and anything else heavily featuring caramel and nougat and bullshit that made it too sweet. Also off-brand chocolate like a random pumpkin-shaped thing.

5th Tier (LOSERVILLE): Tootsie Rolls, white chocolate (wouldn’t trade for this, but sometimes I was stuck with it)

Honorable mention: The few non-chocolate candies I would eat were things like Sour Patch Kids, Smarties (not the same as British Smarties, these were just sugar), Lemonheads, Fun Dip, Pixi Stix. This was like, the shit I would eat for energy on the night while I was trick-or-treating and would *sometimes* save/not trade away. Whatever I had of this would be eaten in conjunction with the 5th Tier Loserville "chocolate" and even sometimes the 4th Tier if there was a lot of it.

✨Important notes: ✨

A full-size candy bar, as opposed to “fun sized” ones that people specifically bought for Halloween, would result in said chocolate moving up several tiers.

In accordance with my “Save the Best for Last” policy, I would consume this candy in reverse-order. Starting with the random shit, then up through the tiers and saving the Top Tier candy for very last.

The downside to this was that it left the premium stuff vulnerable to thievery (by my parents) for the longest. This problem was mitigated by keeping all the candy in my bedside table, and also giving a Sacrificial Offering to them every week or so as tax in exchange for keeping their mitts off my system.

Halloween candy generally lasted until well past Valentine’s Day, when the chocolate coffers were replenished, and that in turn lasted until past Easter, which, if I was smart about it, could last until the following Halloween.

I hope this Dickensian answer was as fun to read as it was to write. (Probably not, lmao.) This weekend, I went to a friend’s house party dressed as Wonder Woman, and tomorrow, I plan to take Dr. Fluffernutter into my morning lecture dressed as a pineapple. (I figure The Lady With a Dog Dressed as a Pineapple is crazy enough and I don’t need an additional costume.) 🍍😜🎃💖🌈

#walking down the glittertrail #doctor fluffernutter

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sparktober · 4 years ago

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Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

#sparktober is coming #sparktober #sparktober bingo

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rogerbarel · 4 months ago

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I am very fond of interpretations that are, "the text, but a little to the left," because I think they tell us about what the reader finds interesting and meaningful. I want to see things I wouldn't have thought of! There are as many Treys in this world as there are readers, and that's exciting! Tbh I originally came from the TWST community on Twitter, which did NOT see it this way and loved to throw around the accusation of nonexistent media literacy (while clearly not knowing what that entails), so I didn't share my thoughts very often.

I agree, that person would have to prove it! Trey is too cautious to be so forthright with just anybody, and I'm sure he knows that some people think they can handle the truth when they absolutely cannot. That process of earning trust is something I think about a lot and want to watch. Sorry to Vil but l I kind of love his "spoiling/babying." Some of us want a little of that in our lives!! l think that even if he manages to drop that anxious anticipation of every possible bad outcome, he will still be prone to spoiling his loved ones (with a big side of teasing). But he's gotta have a positive--not so anxious--relationship with that behavior before he can indulge in it without risk of burning himself out. Basically... I hope he can take that babying urge and apply it not to avoiding crisis/placating people, but showing appreciation when he wants.

I also love a self-indulgent HC. I've been in different fandoms where people were way more willing to go off the walls with those, and I miss it. I just wish we had a chiller fandom environment, man. I love his lil mean streak!! I've referred to the TWST boys as sour patch kids in the past, and I'll stick by it. Mean on the outside, something not-nice-but-perhaps-more-affectionate on the inside. Trey is just kind of reversed in that regard. I don't think he'd pull a Floyd Dorm Card busting down someone's door if he didn't check himself, but he could get... Hmm. What's the word I'm looking for... Sneaky? The tiniest bit sleazy? And also shady. Definitely shady. There's definitely some deadpan sarcastic internal commentary going on there.

The teasing is one of the BEST parts of a big brother archetype!! 😭 He's a tease, kinda goofy, and plays childish pranks when he can! Like Malleus, his juxtaposition of maturity and childishness ends up making him cuter imo.

I want him to be doted upon! Praised, spoiled, given what he deserves and then some! 😭😭😭 He wouldn't have a damn clue what to do with himself! This reminds me of how much I miss Ghost Bride. Trey got absolutely no game... Either he's gonna woo someone half by accident or someone's gonna have to eat him up.

Nope, never cried! Just kind of... in shock. Where did he develop that habit of immediately trying to fix things? Is it because he's an eldest brother who needs to be (and look) reliable, or something else? I think if he cries, my wailing will be heard throughout the world. I'll put it on my wall.

I know he's more popular, at least with yumes, in JP, and I've seen a blog or two discussing that his subtlety is probably a big part of that. Not only is this an EN/JP difference, but it could an age difference, too--EN has a younger audience, supposedly, who are perhaps less charmed by the concept of "Boring" but steady.

I think people consider him both boring and not... as visually exciting... as much of the cast lol. He is just a guy with grass on his head. And so, as you said, people aren't as interested in delving into his appeal. I think a small twist would be nice. Something to give Ace and Deuce a good surprise when they get into his dream. But not a supervillain one. Albeit I will probably still be in love with him if that happens, too. (I actually kinda like Hans ngl. The buildup sucks, but conceptually he is so yummy.)

Triple-Layer Cake/A Half-Baked Trey Clover Ramble

I've done this rant in more private places but am finally putting it on tumblr. This is going to be its third rewrite (if you count the time I did it as a fifty-tweet thread on yumepriv, which I'm not sure you should), but it is probably not any more cohesive since that isn't my strong suit. I'm basically throwing possible motivations for Trey's behavior at a wall and seeing what sticks. I also still don't know if I'm cooking, stating what everybody already knows, or am drawing completely unreasonable conclusions unsupported by the text. Nonetheless, I scream into the void once again. Actual material under the cut.

contains spoilers for EN-unreleased birthday vignettes

A while back, before I was even on tumblr again, this screenshot of a tumblr post about fandom misinterpreting a character in the exact way that character would want to be misinterpreted was floating around. And it made me think of Trey because approximately 50% of things do. For as long as I've been adjacent to the fandom, there's been this whole debate on how much of his "responsible big brother" image is deliberate/fake vs how much of it is genuine.

And I don't know if I like that more either/or approach to him. Trey's like Shrek. An ogre. An onion. He's got layers. But he's also a baker, and cakes are sexier than onions, so I'm opting for the more thematically appropriate analogy even if it doesn't work as well as far as visibility goes. (Although I suppose you might taste the layers separately/in order.) I'm honestly just being stubborn with this analogy. Bear with me, please.

Everybody sees his nurturing top layer, both in- and out-of-universe. But beneath that, he's a little selfish and vindictive. There's no denying this based on how he capitalizes on any chance to incur a favor as well as his preferences for revenge over forgiveness (see: wanting to watch Savanaclaw get their asses handed to them after his injury, making his underclassmen eat their cataclysmic cake after they insulted his work, Doodle Suiting his upperclassmen's cakes to be ultra spicy after they threw him under the bus as a freshman). He even admits to Epel that he's not a good person. He knows what he is.

But the way he does it has always sat oddly with me. It seems like overkill. Unnecessary. Why not let people think well of him? It reminds me of Vil's labwear vignette where he downplays his skills. He gives a too-quick protest that Vil suspects is part of an intentional image of humility. In that case, insisting that he has bad traits is just showing that he has another trait people tend to like (modesty). It's not like Epel responds to Trey's self-effacement by saying, "Oh, you really must be kinda shitty if you say so!" So I think this modesty contributes to his super average "everyguy" image as well as lightly dissuades people from thinking he's too good or reliable. No "You can count on me!" hero volunteering.

If he seems too nice, like Neige, folks might become suspicious and start playing closer attention to him, especially at a school like NRC. They may either want to see him finally snap and show what he's "really" like (to be fair, I also want to see him snap), or they may look for a way to take advantage of him. And he has enough on his plate as is!! Can't have more people who think he can shoulder it all. Trey needs to be unremarkable, so he needs to remind people that he has flaws besides his taste in hats, even if he rarely lets them show. (More on why they don't show in a bit.)

I think my reading diverges from some others' (at least those I've seen in the twt circles I inhabit) here: Even with all his vindictive tendencies, he's still deeply devoted to his loved ones. I don't think it's accurate to say that the cruel, manipulative Trey is the "real" Trey, or at least the whole real Trey. It's just a part of him. The care that he shows for Riddle, his siblings, and the named Heartslabyul characters is largely genuine.

He can act selfishly, don't get me wrong. It bugs me when people forget that. He's been dismissive toward Cater in favor of Riddle (moreso in EN than JP), and he subtly and not-so-subtly manipulates people for his benefit and the group's benefit multiple times. But it's not necessarily because he sees them as tools or playthings, which is a reading I've seen a surprising amount of times. (That being said, it is a fun one if you're exaggerating a character's villainous traits! I think he could treat someone like this under the right circumstances. You could write Trey with more of this quality, and it could be believable. But I don't think it cancels out his ability to care for people entirely.) It's just something he thinks is at least somewhat acceptable to do to others, even his loved ones. Maybe he rationalizes it. Maybe he can't help but find a little pleasure in playing with him, no matter how much we cares. If we can accept that Jade shows Floyd and Azul love through his desire to put them through an emotional saw trap, it's not too far-fetched to suggest that Trey's definition of love allows for manipulation or desire to see someone cry. He can rationalize lying to them for the sake of stability or not letting them know about his own desires. I also think that the internal conflict between "I care for these people deeply" and "I will still manipulate them" is more likely to drive him to admit that he's not a good person than not caring for them at all. Seems like a bad strategic move to admit that if you're really just using them as playthings.

Trey doesn't always know the best way to support his loved ones (understandable! How many of us struggle with this far into adulthood?) and thus conflates the stability they need with an unrocked boat. He doesn't recognize that a situation like Riddle's is inherently unstable and always will be if nothing changes. He, at least at first, seems to believe that the shitty situation you know is better than risking it all and potentially losing everything. He knows that he's failing Riddle, but what can he do? From Trey's perspective, he is a large part of the reason--if not the reason--that Riddle was locked away from the world once. What if he fucks it up again? What if he loses Riddle forever this time? (I think this history and fear is also one that keeps him from trying to close the distance between himself and Cater.)

Convincing himself that he's a bad person (which seems like a needlessly heavy judgment for the fairly mild pettiness we've seen from him in the text) might also soften the blow if things do go wrong. This way, he can convince himself that he didn't care as much as people assume he did. Love doesn't go into the things he does, or so he says. (It's even more questionable since he directly contradicts this statement in his alchemy dialogue. What is the truth, Trey Nicole Clover?)

So, to bring it all back around to the Trey cake, I think his bottom layer is anxious. And tired. Not in a way that is consistently, consciously anxious. Don't write him up a Prozac prescription yet. He's internalized these ideas that he shouldn't be noticeable, because when he does noticeable things, they go very wrong. His purpose is to keep people's lives running smoothly. So he sends those caregiving tendencies into overdrive. He's got it covered, he doesn't need more to cover, and hat's all anybody really needs to know about him. Even that is a bit too much sometimes.

Based on how Trey talks about his family, I don't think he was neglected or super duper parentified, but he doesn't talk much at all about things that they've done for him in comparison to how often he talks about what he's done for them (cooking when his parents' work took precedence, sewing his siblings' Halloween costumes, getting Magift tickets for his brother). He never shows any bitterness about it, and I think their relationship is genuinely pretty okay. No resentment there. But it is noticeavle, and he also won't even be straightforward about what he wants for himself on events where he is expected to want. He says he's joking after requesting that other people take on his chores for the day on his birthday; he uses indirect rather than direct methods to persuade Riddle to get a food processor for Heartslabyul during Starsending. Dude, you probably could have just asked.

I think Trey has this idea that he doesn't need to (or at least shouldn't) ask for anything. If I reach reeeeeeeealllll hard, I could say that one of our biggest examples of Trey wanting and pursuing something as a child--Riddle's friendship--clearly traumatized Riddle, and it had a massive impact on Trey, too. So Trey learns not to want, or at least not to be SEEN wanting.

Is this why he wants to seem so average, unremarkable, modest in others' eyes? Because wanting something is dangerous, even if it's just recognition? Just how much did the loss of one his best friends as a child fuck him up? He might not even recognize the mental association he makes; lots of people don't until they've done a lot of really intentional work about that. He just says it's easier this way, to be a cog in everybody else's lives. And it is, to some extent, but it's also deeply frustrating and exhausting. (I'd like to see more interactions between him and Jamil, who also hides his true potential, and very clearly suffers for it.)

So I think some of Trey's middle layer pettiness--not all of it, since his birthday vignettes show that he's been a bit of a troll ever since he was a kid--comes from the tension between his visible "caretaker" layer and his ultra-hidden "appreciation would be nice" layer. He reminds me a little bit of a mom who occasionally wants to snap because she feels like she does everything, and everybody just takes it for granted. He's not all "let daddy take care of you kitten," but he's not all cruel and calculating, either. And he might be less vindictive (but no less of a prankster) if he felt appreciated, but he's never going to tell anybody that he wants that. (There's a nonzero chance that he finds openly craving emotional validation somewhat too feminine for him because he's one of the only characters to comment on something being embarrassing "as a man," the other being Epel obvs, and I, like many others, have zeroed in on what this could mean about his feelings on masculinity overall in comparison to other chars. Some people think he's a straight up closet malicious misogynist, but I doubt it. That's a whole other conversation, though, which would probably run entirely on vibes.)

Does he even recognize that he's got a third layer to his Cake of the Self any time other than when Kalim semi-inadvertently calls him out? Or does he consciously push down the desire to be apprecaited? Is it painful? How painful? Does he want a break, or just acknowledgement? Does he feel like the desire to be a caretaker can't coexist with the desire to be gifted a break, to be the one taken care of for once?

This has been really really all over the place, and I apologize for that, but it just really gets my goat when people don't consider that third layer. "Trey is just a shitty guy who doesn't experience attachment or empathy (and goes out of his way to say the things he does aren't about love and then contradicts himself later) or guilt and simply feigns kindness" feels too easy. Like another thing he'd be happy to let others believe so that he can continue to hide something else. And I, in my delulu heart of hearts, think that "something else" is desire and the fear of it.

I'm currently divided on if I think the boys' dream bubbles represent their wants or just what Malleus thinks they would want, but either way, I'm hoping Trey's dream will give us a little more insight into his head. And if I was wrong about all of this, then I'll go sleep under the bed for a while and cry about how much of the fic-that-only-exists-in-my-head must be rewritten, but at least we'll have some answers. Oh Heartslabyul, I miss you so.

#trey clover #twisted wonderland #twst

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siswritesyanderes · 3 years ago

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For the flavors post, I feel like your fics would taste like those sour candies. Sweet at first, then it becomes sour the more you get into it– a fun and interesting experience!

Haha, thank you! A reverse Sour Patch Kid.

#positive feedback

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stripper-patrick · 4 years ago

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Uh, hi. May I request some smut w Henry cavill x Indian reader? Some lazy Sunday morning/Friday night stuff? Thank you 🥺💕 I love your blog. I binge read most of it today. Hehe

Heaux Tales 👜 Henry Cavill

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected, rough, cheating, fingering, reverse voyeurism (?), daddy kink, quickie

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Henry Cavill x Indian/black reader

I zip down the highway switching into the right lane before taking the exit hitting a quick right turn. I whine my hips to the music of my throwbacks playlist the song Temperature by Sean Paul blasting through the speakers.

I’m coming straight from work to my sisters house and where she’s having a game night. My boyfriend unfortunately couldn’t make it seeing as he couldn’t take off the graveyard shift. I make a left entering into the driveway of the nice looking townhome my sister Armani owns.

I park in a parallel spot and see a few cars, about 4, already outside of her house. I step out pulling down my suede mini skirt with a vertical seam. I smooth out my sepia colored shirt feeling the wind start to pick up outside. I grab my black duster sliding it over my thick arms before grabbing my chestnut brown purse and walking up to the door. I try the door handle and it opens allowing me in. I take off my loafers at the door and hear the chattering of a few guests.

This house used to be our parents right before they died. We had 2 beautiful mothers who loved us very much but sadly they were involved in a head on collision that killed one of them on impact. The other died in the hospital just a day later but I was grateful for those few hours.

I look at the pictures of all of us and then I hear my name being shouted with joy. “YN” I’m greeted with open arms from my older sister. The fair-skinned 5’8 woman with a cheeky smile plastered on her face looks at me “don’t be mad” she bites her lip

“I’m already mad now” which was only half of a joke. What did she do this time? Appears from behind a wall, my recent ex Henry, with a cheeky smile as well. His perfectly short hair and fitted tee makes me wonder if he does all the thing he used to do to me, to his... snow bunnies. He started off as a fling which then turned into a 2 year relationship and when that ended we were still having sex with each other. I really only stopped fucking him just a year ago, right before I got with my current boyfriend, Cameron. The breakup was mutual but still sour. He was my best friend. Now every time I look I see a different broad on his shoulder. Like a trophy. He’s got a bitch for everyday of the week.

“Oh nice seeing you Henry” I glare at Armani and she smiles. The tall Brit walks over to me engulfing me in his warm embrace. Almost made me miss us being together. He lets me go and I step back.

“Nice seeing you as well. You look good” he glanced me up and down quickly before returning to my eyes. I can’t help but remember that those were one of his favorite features about me. My chocolate brown eyes.

“As do you” an content silence falls in the air and Armani clears her throat

“Let’s get you drunk and get this game night started” she grabs my hand and Henry follows us. We part ways, him heading to the living room and me and my sister to the kitchen where I look at her.

“I miss his goofy side” she tried to plea. I shake my head grabbing a shot of tequila and taking it straight to the head. I pour another shot downing it before shaking my head squinting at the taste. I walk to the living room meeting everyone. 2 of our cousins Briette and Joseline and Bri’s husband Carter.

“Hey guys” I hug them and look for a place to sit. Unfortunately I’m seated only one person away from Henry and I cross my legs watching his eyes move back and forth between my thighs and his hands that are resting on his thighs. Let’s begin the games.

....

I’m slightly tipsy and I’m definitely hot from the whiskey I’ve been consuming. I’m not completely drunk but I’m a little tipsy. We’re playing the game midnight taboo and it’s me, Henry and Briette vs. Armani, Carter and Jo. It’s Henry’s turn to read off the cards and we guess.

The timer starts and he begins. “Um ok Brazzers, Xvideos-“

“Porn” Bri yells out he nods grabbing another card

“YN I do this to you all the time”

“Fuck?”

“Something while we do that”

“Spanking? Cumming?” he shakes his head looking dead at me “choking” he nods grabbing another card

“Young adult kids play this at a party it’s a this or that activity”

“Get high or get drunk” I answer he shakes his head

“It’s a gathered activity” this British man and his proper English are blowing me right now. I think hard hearing Bri yell out random stuff and I finally come up with something “truth or dare”

“Time” Carter yells. Henry smiles nodding and I can’t help but begin thinking about when he would choke me while he thrashed his hips in me. I press my legs together biting my lip before raising my eyes to accidentally meet his. I knock back another shot wincing at the taste before just zoning off.

....

We’ve moved onto another game which is cards against humanity. Me and Henry are seated close next to each other of course not by my picking. He decided to sit this game out and just watch us play. I sort through my cards trying to find a good one that Joseline would like. I place one down and Henry inches closer making my breath catch in my throat.

“I see the way you keep looking at me” he whispers. Without a word being exchanged I look at him and unconsciously bite my lip. Something that would’ve made him take me right then and there.

As Joseline reads off the cards deciding on which is her favorite determining who gets the point Henry’s hand caresses my thigh. I always melted when he’d squeeze and knead my thigh like dough.

“I like Y/N’s” I smile and grab a black card reading it off. “This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot and full of blank”

As the crowd sorts through their cards Henry’s hands creeps higher and higher softly rubbing my clothed clit. He does it so swiftly that I’m already at the point where I don’t want him to stop. He slides my panties to the side running his fingers through my slick using that to rub my coated pearl.

I jolt slightly opening my legs more where he inserts 2 fingers pumping slowly. Everyone hands me their cards and I clear my throat trying to act as normal as possible. “Crippling debt” I smile biting my lip again as Henry keeps grazing that spot “money moves, asshole full of jelly beans, tax fraud, and oh god” his fingers dig deeper inside of me as I mask my moan grinding my hips in the seat. I can see the tent forming in his pants and trust me he was packing.

“And crabs” Henry curls his fingers against my g-spot. My body jerks as Bri looks at me.

“You ok?”

“Yes I’m good. I like tax fraud” Carter smiles and grabs a black card. I grab Henry’s wrist and he leans close to my ear again.

“That’s it pet ride my fingers until you cum” oh god I wanna protest so bad but it feels so good. I rest my hand on his bulge rubbing it through his pants. I move my hand to his thigh as my legs shake and I close my eyes succumbing to my demise in front of my sister and cousins.

“Good girl” he removed his fingers rubbing my clit making my body jerk.

“Excuse me I’m going to the bathroom” I glance at him and walk shakily to the bathroom. I hear a chair scuffle and look at myself in the mirror.

“You have a boyfriend get it together” I try to pep talk myself but knowing the capabilities Henry has I can’t help myself but to fall under his spell once more.

A small knock appears at the door and I open it. Henry lightly pushes me inside and licks the door behind him. Immediately his lips are attached to mine and it was like our first time together all over again. My hands wrap around his waist and he moves his large hands down my butt lifting my skirt a little.

“Please fuck me” I beg quietly. He picks me up setting me on the counter. My legs open for him as he drops his pants finally letting his shaft spring free. Henry tears off my underwear dropping then next to his pants and guiding the tip through my wetness rubbing my sensitive clit. I grab him by the back of his neck planting an open mouth kiss on him letting his tongue explore what was previously (and still might be) his.

Henry finally stops teasing and legs go of his dick letting it align with my entrance. His hand moves to the counter behind me slowly stretching me out like the old days. My jaw drops as I sink into his touch feeling his dick fill me up. He holds my hips as my legs dangle in the crease of his shoulders while my arms support myself behind me. He looks done watching his dick submerge in my juices as he fucks me slowly.

“please daddy” he speeds up per my internal request forcing me to lean back pressing my head against the mirror as he wraps his hand around my throat. My legs start to unconsciously close and Henry forces them back open stroking me harder. My royal blue painted acrylic nails dig into his forearm as he brings me closer pressing a warm kiss on my lips. My body sparks each time he plummets inside of me pressing my g-spot like a button.

“Oh god” I mewl careful not to make too much noise. He moves down to my neck using both hands to keep my legs apart sucking at the patch of sensitive skin. My eyes roll to the back of my head hearing his grunts and moans as he digs deep in my guts. My hand wraps around his muscular shoulders and moving up to his short curly locks. I feel that hole inside of me start to open up with each thrust.

“Henry I’m close” I warn trying to brace myself. He pushes my bottom forward going deeper and my toes begin curling.

“Cum for daddy pet” he moans. My body tenses up and I cover my mouth masking a loud moan. I shutter and shake under him hearing his small sadistic laugh. His breath filled with bourbon and mint is hot against my ear.

Once my convulsions stop Henry puts my feet on the ground and turns me around sliding back in and pounding me out. He pulls my head up looking at is on the mirror. Henry places my arms behind my back. I watch Henry’s gave turn to bliss coating my walls in his seed. Something that’s happened multiple times. We’ve had our fair share of pregnancy scares.

“Look at what you do to daddy” my jaw drops as he keeps pumping making sure he’s emptied inside of me. “Fuck I miss the way you make me feel”

He slows down before coming to a stop where I feel his dick pulsing inside of me. I lift up pressing my back against his chest holding him in a powerful meaningful kiss.

“I know I’ve put you through a lot and I’m sorry” he says. I shake my head kissing him again.

I come to my senses and pull his dick out thinking about my boyfriend “shit what did I do?”

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