#oc: ruby dial

[guloriasetimu]

[ID: A headshot illustration of my OC Ruby, a lightskin Black woman with graying black hair in a high top fade. She is wearing a green shirt and eyeshadow - with the rest of her makeup being pink, and gold hoops. The background is a purple/blue gray with a lighter and darker swirled pattern. In the top corner is the date 3/22/2025 and my signature. (End ID).]

Almost there! One more 🙏🏽

[anomal-studios]

Fun fact! Calvin (Skipp’s dad) is bisexual :D!!!

His wife Ruby (Skipp’s mom) is super supportive!!! Only problem is that she’s like those people that takes it a bit too far (To the point where’s she wearing those type of pride shirts with sentences on them that when reading it, you can’t help to either laugh at it or question the process of it)

Ruby luckily got out of this phase really early

(Theyre part of my parent oc’s btw)

Oh! That’s cute! And yea, I feel ya, cal! 😅😅😅😅😅👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[crookedherringcolorclod]

“Slithering in our grasp” Triple A (Asa, Akemi, and Amaya) and Keiichirou (@gingerall ‘s oc!)

A/N: Well… Its been super long since I made a fanfic, hasn’t it? Not to mention I barely made a fanfic with someone else’s oc! After a long long time, I finally got to writing my OCs with @gingerall’s OC Keiichirou which takes place in one of his fics called Eden and its downfall. I really hope I did him justice for you! Also I’m really curious as to how he would react to my OCs, especially Akemi…👀👀👀

The Sakamaki manor’s atmosphere seemed to have changed over the past few days. Never mind its usual macabre atmosphere and the faint stench of death from corpses past present it the earth below.

No. That is not the case, it all started when the current sacrificial bride decided to bring another man into the manor’s doors, for a school project, apparently. It was a strange school project not even the sadistic triplets knew or even heard in class, that is if they even paid attention in class. “I swear on it, Reiji! There is no project! That bastard is playing with us!!” Ayato exclaimed, running his hands over his ruby red hair in frustration, clearly starting to doubt himself and his memories of school fogged over the random things he thought of during class: Takoyaki, basketball, big breasts, whatever.

Reiji removed his glasses to wipe them, “Like I said, it would be beneficial for her to learn from Mr. Seong, her grades have been slipping as of late this year.” He explains cooly as he pushes his glasses back on. Ayato looks over at his older brother angrily before storming off in a random direction. “Stupid Reiji! What is he trying to fucking pull here? How dare Chichinashi bring another guy in her room who isn’t Ore-sama?” Ayato grumbled as he stomps his way down the corridor, paying no mind to the expensive porcelain on display, the assortment of portraits of several people he didn’t give two shits about hanging on the walls with their black stares nor did he pay any mind to who was in front of his way, fumbling over his phone as Ayato bumped into him.

“Oi, watch where ya going, you idiot!” The youngest snarled, the grip around his phone tightened as he scolds his older narcissistic brother only to curse out again as his phone beeps, “Fuck! Why won’t she pick up? Come on, come on already…” Subaru groaned in frustration while dialing the number on his phone again, his ear pressed harshly at the recently cracked screen to hear the phone ring. “Hah? Says you! You’re blocking my way! Why the fuck are you on the phone for?!” Ayato questioned the youngest, grabbing the phone from his hand without warning to look at the screen. “Shut up, I’m trying the get that jerk out of here! Give me my phone back!” Subaru hollered as he tussled with Ayato over the cracked phone that was still ringing in his palm.

“Subaru! Whatcha calling me for? Me and the others are just about on our way back from shopping. Did you want anything? Snacks? Some trinkets for your emo outfits? I can ask the familiars to go shopping again if you want since we’re like, in the car so you have to send me a list.” A preppy voice calls out, filling the room and stopping the two vampires from their fight, emerald eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the girl’s voice from the phone. Ayato takes the chance to push Subaru away, “Oi! Give the phone to Ghost Eyes for fucks sake! It’s urgent!” Ayato demanded, pressing his ear against the phone harder in hopes of hearing the girl better through the low signal as Subaru tried to claw at him to retrieve his phone. “Huh? Did you want to talk to Asa? She’s busy now, working for your father, remember? It’s Thursday, her busiest day?” Amaya stated bluntly, her voice choppy over the phone, “Anyways, Me and Akemi are just about on our way back anyway, why are you so bossy with me Ayato? Where’s Subaru? Why do you have his phone?” Before Ayato could answer, Subaru finally snatched the phone out of the other vampire’s grasp. “YUI BROUGHT A SHADY FUCK OVER! HE’S IN HER ROOM RIGHT NOW!” Subaru yelled at the phone frantically, shaking his phone as the call went quiet.

After what felt like forever, the moment of silence finally broke, “What do you mean?!! How did this happen??” Another voice rings out, her voice grows pitchy and high with worry. “Akemi, wait! Don’t pull at the phone! I’ll put it on speaker right now!” Amaya urged, the sound of static and shuffling can be heard from the other side. Subaru’s face softened slightly, trying to calm himself down after his outrage, “So? When are you coming back? Are you nearby?” He asks carefully in hopes of calming the distressed girl as white noise rings out from the phone. “It’s just trees and more trees at this point. I’m not sure if we’re even halfway?” Akemi groaned in frustration, “Yesh, it's been like, what? Almost a century since we came here and we still live neck deep into the forest- WAIT A SECOND, I THINK I SEE THE MANOR ALREADY, HOLD ON-“ Amaya squealed over the phone, the sound of a door opening and a pair of footstep can be heard from outside and in the phone, Ayato and Subaru wasted no time to dash over to the manor’s doors and slammed them open, letting the two other vampires inside. “Subaru, Ayato! Please stay put while we go to her room, don’t do anything rash, got it?!” Akemi hollered, already making her way up the stairs with Amaya close by, trailing after her.

Panting. Amaya does her best to catch up to her sister, running as fast as her legs can carry her as Akemi turns to another corner, “Akemi! Wait up a moment! Come on! Slow down!” Amaya yelled frantically, reaching her hand out towards her sister’s hand, and clasping it between hers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!“ Akemi cried out, her breath hitched in shock, causing her to stop abruptly and almost fall to her knees as she looked at Amaya over her shoulder, eyes wide and alight with small flames flickering at her blond lashes. “Hah…Haah… haah… hah” Akemi panted, yanking Amaya's hands off hers as beads of sweat stuck to her bangs and face which had grown paler with worry. “Akemi…?” Amaya called out carefully, making sure she didn’t step too close to her sister’s space, panicked, fiery blue eyes never left hers until the licks of flames had dissipated. “Kemi… you good now...? … You know I didn’t mean to do that…” Amaya whispered, trying to find the courage to stretch her hand out for her sister to hold. Akemi pursed her lips together and shook her head to get herself together, “Yeah, I’m fine… thank you, Amaya.” she breathed out as she took her younger sister’s hand in hers to pull herself up on her feet. Amaya’s dark brows furrow at the blonde “You gotta stop pushing yourself when it comes to stuff like this, Kemi.” Akemi could only nod once as they made their way to Yui’s room, hands linked together, “Come on, that ‘shady guy’ might still be inside Yui’s room,” Amaya urged, tugging at Akemi’s hand as they slowly reached to Yui’s door to the vampires’ surprise, was slightly ajar.

Just open enough for the two to hear light laughter through the door.

“Really, Keiichirou-san, I’m so grateful for your help.” A familiar voice chimed from the open door; Akemi quickly peeked through the small gap to inspect further. She presses her hand against the door and the knob with the other, careful not to make the door move as she looks through the gap to find Yui perched on her bed, a genuine smile on her lips towards what Akemi can only guess to be the young man that Subaru mentioned over the phone, an enigmatic student that she never bothered to interact with until now. “Hey, please don’t say such things, sweetheart. Remember what I said earlier?” A deep voice rings out from the room, Akemi frowns but stays where she is to not alarm the culprit behind the door, “I appreciate you; I hope you won’t forget it, Yui.” Keiichirou states softly as he pulls the small blonde girl into his arms, hugging her so intimately that Amaya lets out a small gasp at the sight.

Taken aback, Akemi tears her eyes from the two humans before her to silence her younger sister, “H-hey! Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t know Yui had a crush of sorts!” Amaya whispered fiercely, waving her hands dramatically as she tried to contain her excitement. “Did you see those shoulders??? He must be the handsome type! Aren’t you curious to see his face, Kemi?” Amaya squeaks as she peers at the gap, trying to glimpse at the red-haired human’s face as she presses herself against Akemi’s back. “Amaya, hush. They’ll hear us, keep it down.” Akemi scolds her fangirling younger sister, gently pushing her away from the door. Letting out a huff, Akemi turns back to the door to keep her eye on Yui and this ‘Keiichirou’ man. Hoping he was too focused on Yui to notice them.

Until a pair of icy blue eyes met hers.

Akemi forced herself from flinching away from this man’s gaze, to stand her ground and wait for his next move as his red lashes fluttered toward Yui, “That’s strange, it seems like I’ve forgotten to close the door properly…” Keiichirou noted to himself out loud, causing Yui to jump slightly, “I-Is that so? I can go close it just in case…” she slowly stuttered out until Keiichirou lifted his hand to reassure her with an easy smile on his face, “No no, no need, I can do it. It would be worrying if someone was sticking their nose where shouldn’t be.” He laughed lightly as he sauntered his way toward the door, his eyes flickered toward Akemi’s as he flashed her a knowing smile, sending shivers down her spine. Akemi’s mind started racing, ‘If he opens the door and exposes us, Yui will depend on Keiichirou more… but I don’t want to leave her with him, in her bedroom of all places!’ the blonde vampire cursed under her breath at the thought as Keiichirou gets closer, his long fingers grazing against the doorknob.

Thinking quickly, Akemi knocks on the door.

Keiichirou cocks his head to the side, curious.

“Yui? Are you in your room? We just got back from the mall.” Akemi calls out, knocking again for good measure as she glares at the red-haired human through the gap. Keiichirou’s soft lips parted, his eyes never leaving Akemi’s, even as Yui brushed past him to open the door. “Akemi-san! Amaya-san! Welcome back.” Yui exclaimed, giving the two vampires a small polite smile as Amaya pulled Yui into a tight hug, “It’s good to be back, you must have been lonely, haven’t you? Who’s your friend over there, hm?” Amaya hummed with a smile spread on her lips as she looked over to the red-haired human with questioning eyes. “Seong, Keiichirou Seong, pleased to meet you. I came here to help Yui on a school project.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out as he gives both vampires his best genuine smile. Akemi purses her pink lips as she takes Keiichirou’s hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleased to meet you… I’m Akemi Sakamaki, this is my younger sister Amaya.” Akemi explained, pointing at her younger sister who gave Keiichirou a small wave, “Um… thank you for helping Yui out with the project while we were out. We were kinda busy.” Amaya mumbled, twirling her long black hair between her fingers. “Haha, it wasn’t too bad. We just finished it just about now.” Keiichirou laughs as he pulls out his phone to look at the time, “Oh dear, would you look at the time? I’m sorry about this but I need to call my driver to take me back home. It's such a shame, I would have liked to talk to you more.” Keiichirou lets out a sigh, feigning disappointment as his eyes find his way to Akemi once more, who only gives him a small, exasperated huff. "Well, it's quite late now, after all, I’m sure you have other places to be.” Akemi waves a dismissive hand as she lightly pushes at the boy’s wide back towards the other side of the door.

“Well then, farewell, Keiichirou Seong.”

Before Keiichirou could turn around, the door shuts in his face, leaving him alone to stare and huff in annoyance at the polished wood. On the other side of the door, Akemi turns her head towards the sacrificial bride, her delicate features now twisted in fear. “Akemi-san… why did you do that?” Yui asked quietly, “It’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything wrong, I promise…” She stuttered before the two vampires, her hands shaking as warm hands enveloped hers. “No… no, it's nothing like that, I promise. We were just worried” Akemi hushes, squeezing the human’s hands gently. Yui’s pink eyes cast down to the floor, her blonde bangs hiding her frown, “… But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He treats me like I’m… normal…” Yui pressed firmly, her lips trembling as she tried to bite back her grief. Amaya’s face softens at the sight and places her hand on the girl’s shoulders, “Hey, come on, Yui. I know that your situation is not… Ideal in any way but if this keeps happening, you and this guy could get into big trouble if this continues…” Amaya murmured, trying not to wince at the sight of Yui’s expression growing more detached as she tried to reason with her.

“… I’m grateful for your concern but can I be alone for a while…? I’m kind of tired.” Yui mumbled quietly, retreating herself away from Amaya’s grasp, “I’ll be sure to think about it… I’m not sure if he even knows that both of you are vampires.” Akemi eyes widen at the human’s words as Amaya lets out a soft gasp, “O…ok, we can leave right now… see you later?” Amaya stuttered, unsure what to do but her feet were already making their way out of the human’s room. “That didn’t go well…” Akemi sighed, combing through her blond curls in frustration as they walk down the manor’s hallway, “No shit, we sounded like assholes to her.” Amaya groaned in return, thinking back at her words and Yui’s crestfallen face, “…Maybe they should at least hang out in school in between classes? Keiichirou seems nice?”. Akemi shook her head, looking over the large window of the manor, catching a glimpse of Keiichirou leaning against the gate, “I don’t know, he seems a little off to me.” She frowns at the thought, watching the young man’s red hair get blown in the cold night’s wind with a faint line of smoke emitting where his soft lips should be. Akemi crinkles her nose at the pseudo-scent of cigarette smoke filling her nostrils, she shakes her head at the memories filling her head, rubbing her hands together, dissipating the small blue embers in between. Even after all the years of practicing, old habit seems to die hard.

“Keiichirou Seong… just what is he planning to do?”

[fandomenforcer]

Hooking the Heart(Pt.1)

(AN: do this is a HookXOC pairing, but here’s more context. so a while backnone of my favorite actors, Neil Newbon, did a KIA add where he played Captain Hook in a futuristic Neverland. I think they called it Peter Returns, they have Neil as thumbnail. Anyway my OC is from the Descendants Universe(look it up it’s Disney) as the older sister of Red(D4), named Ruby Heart. She’s also the older sister to Mal due to Hades being Ruby’s dad. As to how Ruby and Neil!Hook meet…well let’s get part 1 started to find out.)

Ruby Heart, Eldest Daughter of the Red Queen of Hearts of Wonderland, one of Hades Children, Favored sibling of Red Heart… and a Rebel. Growing up, Ruby was forced to do things she didn’t want to do under her Mother’s orders. The Queen tried to make Ruby her heir by making Ruby like her, but Ruby never stuck to it. At 13, she started to rebel: going out wearing a mask and a special red leather jacket, she caused trouble for her mother’s tyrannical rule at night. When Red was born, Ruby helped Red preserve her independence behind their mother’s back. when Red was 15 and Ruby 25, the Red Queen arranged a loveless marriage for Ruby. That’s where our story starts!

Ruby had woke up late, spending the night smuggling innocents out of Wonderland into Auradon. Her long time friend and uncle figure, Maddox “Mad” Hatter, had been helping her like he has been to make sure she was never caught. As she stretched in bed, Ruby’s door burst open and Red came running in, looking panicked.

Red: Ruby!

Ruby: Red, what’s wrong?

Red: You have to leave Wonderland. Mother arranged a loveless marriage for you to a stranger!

Ruby: *look shocked* What?!

Red: Please! You got to get out of here!

Ruby: I can’t leave you behind!

Red: You have to! You have taught me to be myself and always protected me. Let me protect you! i talked to Maddox, he has a way to get you far from here.

Ruby gets up and quickly dresses in her rebel clothes, but doesn’t don the mask and jacket. Instead she gave them to Red.

Ruby: I did teach you what i know so it’s time to pass the mantle of the Rebel to you.

Red: Ruby…

Ruby: *grabs a bag and starts stuffing money, jewelry, and clothes into it* Red, i have been doing that since i was 13. You are older than i was when i did so. You can do this! *close bag and shoulder it. Ruby looks to Red* Just be careful and know i will always return if you ever truly need me.

Red runs forward and hugs her older, favorite sister. Ruby hugs her tightly, conveying all her love and joy she has for her baby sister.

Ruby: Maddox will look after you while i am gone. He may be a Mad Hatter, but he is a good man.

Red: Love you Ruby.

Ruby: Love you more Red.

Red runs out and close the bedroom door. Ruby uses her powers she inherited from Hades:traveling through shadows without detection until she got to Mad Hatter’s workshop. Ruby looked around to see Maddox waiting for her with some kind of device.

Ruby: Red gave you the heads up i hear.

Maddox: i had a feeling something might happen so i invented this a while ago. *holds up what looks to be a dial in the shape of a star* By turning the Star Dial, you will open a door between here and another dimension. In this dimension, you will be safe from your mother’s clutches and that dreadful marriage.

Ruby: *Smiles* These are things that dub you Mad, Hatter. *take Star Dial* I’m guessing you hope i find a husband too? *seeing his smile, Ruby laughed* Of course you do!

Maddox: Be safe Ruby. I will do my best to keep Red safe, i promise. *hugs her*

Ruby: *hugs back* Thanks uncle. Stay strong and smart.

Ruby leaves the hug and steps away. She turns the Star Dial and watch in amazement as it glows brighter and brighter as it begins to hover as it spins. It turns into a glowing portal and Ruby tightens her grip on her bag. She jumps through…and appears in a future like city surrounded by technology. The portal closed and turned back into the Star Dial. Ruby catches it and stows it in the bag. She started to walk towards the nearest building to gather information. Looking up she sees holographic billboards showing news and ads. The name of one news channel caught her eye: Neverland News. She was in a future like version of Neverland!

Ruby continued to walk through the city, trying to find a place to sell her jewelry when a report on who is this dimension’s Hook shows up with a video of the man. Ruby looks at this dimension’s Hook…

Ruby: Damn! Why is he so handsome?!

Ruby couldn’t help but stare. This Hook seems more badass, charismatic, and handsome than the one from her dimension. Her heart did flips and she blushed.

Ruby: Focus Heart! you have plan! complete it first!

Ruby continued through the city to find a pawn shop or jewelers to sell the jewelry so she has more money. Despite her goal, the Princess of Wonderland can’t shake the infamous Neverland Pirate Captain from this dimension out of her head.

Continue in Pt.2

[pixelrhys-ocs]

Q/A Time!

I’m gonna do a fun little thing where you can ask me or my OCs some questions! I might even do a little doodle for some responses!

Example of an OC Q/A ask.

You can find available characters in my #character bios tag, but for the sake of convenience, I’ll also put them under a read more with their TH links. More will be added in the future since I will be keeping this post around!

Rules Are:

- Nothing gross. Please. A small dirty joke here and there is fine but nothing super explicit. Just don’t be weird.

- Don’t pressure me for art replies or replies in general. I do these for fun and I get busy sometimes.

- If I don’t answer your ask, it’s nothing personal. I could’ve gotten busy, forgot, got burnt out or I wasn’t comfortable with it. If it’s the latter, then I’ll probably give a heads up.

Think that’s it! Might be updated in the future.

NOW for the character list below!

Haven’s Bar:

- James Valentine

- Haven

- Charlotte Pretorius

- Tyler Freeman

- Nora

- Malkice

- Amber Laska

- Bree

- The Bar

- Michael Freeman

DLR and Ruby:

- David Lance Rosewell

- Ruby

- Julia Lexis Yorke

- Derek Garrett Yorke

Squabble Dogs:

- John Hansen

- Roger Shane Green

- Michael Richardson

- Gary Reinholt

- Tina Hansen

- Janet Wells

The Killer Crabs:

- Martin Hansen

- Jamison Montgomery

- Skylar Johnson

- Fredrick Larson

- Daniel Dawson

The Glamour Band:

- Jimmy Garrett

- Taylor Garrett

- Marcus Albridge

Greythorn Laboratories

- Dr. Gregory Greythorn

- Dr. Sunshine

- Subject-8U6 [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Subject-60R3 [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Subject-C1TRS

- Subject-3LTRC

- Subject-C0P13

- Dr. Elaine Blackwood

- Dr. Richard “Giggles” Roberts

- Death

- Kevin [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Dr. Tony Drenden

Freak Emporium:

- Dial

Monster Carnival:

- The Ringmaster

- Carmine [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Father Matthew [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Father Mark Petersons

Fan Characters:

- Kilroy Roboto [Styx]

- Fitz Darkside [The Wall]

- Sigma the Novakid [Starbound]

- Terry the Avian [Starbound]

- Ramon Baker [Karate Kid/Cobra Kai]

- Fitzsimmons [Pokemon]

- Luv the Addison [Deltarune]

- Textra the Addison [Deltarune]

- Malware [Deltarune]

- Dr. Bug Byte [Deltarune]

- Emil M. Emil [Deltarune]

- The Void [Doctor Who]

- Luke Clarke [The Mandela Catalogue]

- Delilah Clarke [The Mandela Catalogue]

- Elne [OFF]

- Danny [OFF]

- Daren [OFF]

- Tyler [OFF]

- Aeya [OFF]

- Allen [OFF]

- Jackson Lattamen [Gorillaz]

- Fritz the Hero [Terraria] (Contains 3 alternate forms. Endgame, Brimstone Sorcerer and Fallen Hero)

- Connor [D&D]

- Gerald [Minecraft] (Contains 1 other form. Scape and Run Parasites AU. Contains blood, body horror and more.)

- Benjamin [Minecraft] (Same as above)

- Cole/SoulMiner500 [Minecraft]

- Clyde [Minecraft] [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Mother [Minecraft]

- Jeremiah [Mouthwashing] [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

ETC:

- Ramsey

- Jeffrey Drake

- Saturn

- You and Teratoma

- Remedy

- Detective Saffron

- Cassius [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

[whump-me-all-night-long]

if youre still doing the oc interaction thing (if not feel free to ignore this, tho tysm if you do!) im wondering what the jewels and mayhaps jeweler would think of my oc riot? hes been tortured by aliens and doctors for "research". though he uses humor to cope and attempts escape a lot, but hes really scared on the inside especially about healing. v much of a defiant whumpee.

The Jeweler likes defiant whumpees only so he can break them. He'd probably see Riot as a bit of a challenge, but not overly difficult.

Diamond would be slightly terrified of him, and would stay away so they don't get caught up in one of his escape attempts.

Sapphire would enjoy his company and making chaos with him quite a bit.

Ruby would be shy around him, but she also wouldn't mind him that much.

Amethyst would find him very annoying and constantly insult him.

Emerald would try to comfort him and gently break down that wall he keeps up.

Amber would get along well with him, using humor to deflect the pain.

Carnelian would befriend him quickly but he'd also try to dial down the defiance just a bit, so he's not hurt as much.

[managedmischiefs]

north//chapter five

new chapter time!! let me know if you want to be added onto the taglist. enjoy and don’t forget to leave your feedback!

also this chapter is dedicated to @babybobbybones​ because Ruby is always so supportive of my writing and they are always willing to give me honest opinions on my writing and my moodboards so thank u sm!!!!! love u fishy!! dis is for u!

genre: fluff

pairing: season nine spencer x female oc

warnings: none

word count: 5.6k

AMELIA

I fall onto the floor of my studio, leaning my head against the wall and staring up at the easel, a half-painted canvas propped up on it. I scrunch up my nose, tilting my head back and forth to try and find the beauty in the ugly flowers I’ve just painted. I sit up on my knees and reach my brush forward, adding just a few more strokes to the canvas, but my brush happens to be too saturated with water and the paint just drips down to the bottom of the canvas, ruining the entire painting. Whatever, I didn’t like it anyway.

I throw my brush into the water and sit back down against the wall, letting my eyes wander out the window to my left. My eyes dart between the window and the canvas and I wonder whether I should start over on a new canvas or throw in the towel for the day. Before I can either stand to get my keys and leave or stand to retrieve a new canvas, my phone starts ringing beside me. The name Mike flashes across my screen, so I lunge to answer.

"Hi, there!” I quip, and before Mike can even speak, I hear squeaks and screams of children in the background. The sound makes me grin. 

"Hey, Lia. How's it going over in Virginia?" He nearly has to shout over the kids around him.

"It's-" my eyes wander back out the window and to the Starbucks across the street. A couple walks out the door just at that moment, clutching cups of steaming liquid and giggling with each other. My smile only grows and my mind wanders off to Spencer and what he might be doing right now while I’m trying to work, "it's pretty amazing, actually. I'm, um, yeah, it's great, Mike,"

"That's,” he pauses, “great, but there’s something else in your voice. What's happening in Virginia? Anything I need to know about?" Mike's voice is teasing, as he always is.

"Maybe," I respond in the same mischievous tone he gives me, my cheeks turning pink. I don’t give Mike another chance to question what is going so well in Virginia, and I just keep talking about the guy that has been on my mind every second since I first laid my eyes on him. "I've, um, I met a guy and I really like him and-"

"Whoa, whoa, you've got a boyfriend? Have we entered a parallel universe? Is this even you on the phone? Whoever is talking to me on the phone- who are you and what have you done with Amelia Stark?”

"I know, I know," I giggle, and I start to kick my feet like an excited child. "I met him at this cafe, and I swear, Mike, you'd love him. He's insanely smart and he's so sweet and he's such a gentleman. And get this, if you're not convinced then this will convince you- he’s an FBI agent."

"Amelia Stark. You're dating an FBI agent?"

"More specifically, he works for the BAU," Again, I let out a dramatic sigh and fall onto my back on the floor, letting myself be pulled into another lovesick daydream. I let my mind wander off to Spencer’s smile and his laugh and his warm touch and how utterly beautiful he makes me feel whenever we are together. "I just- I know I don't really date but-"

"Telling me you don't date is the understatement of the century. You’re not a commitment girl, and you’re a one night stand girl. You've never answered my calls and told me that things in Virginia are amazing and great and you've definitely never told me that you have a boyfriend, much less a boyfriend that works for the BAU,"

"There's just something about him! He's so different from any guy I've ever met before. I never wanted him to just be a one night stand or some guy that I hang out with for a few weeks and then forget about. Spencer is just amazing- he's so gentle with me, and he indulges in the things I like instead of always forcing the things he likes on me, and he always makes an effort to see me even though he's insanely busy,"

"Wow," Mike scoffs out a laugh. "I don't even know what to say. I'm glad you found someone who you like this much. I'm not even gonna bring up the capital L word because I know you're scared of it, but I have a nasty feeling that you might be bringing up the scary L word soon. And I'm even more glad that you've found an FBI agent with a gun who can protect you,"

"Oh my gosh," I shake my head at him, rolling my eyes into the back of my head. "I've never seen his gun, actually,"

"Good. You tell him to keep his gun away from you for quite a while, especially since you’re telling me he won’t be one of your one night stands. Both of his guns, if you know what I mean,"

My jaw nearly hits the floor at Mike’s remark, and before I can even respond, he bursts into a fit of laughter. "I- oh my god, you did not just say that,” 

He chokes on his laughs as he keeps talking. "I'm only messing with you, but not really. Form emotional connections before you jump into bed. That’s what I did with Wendy and look at how long we’ve been together,”

I wrack my brain for any kind of number, but I come up empty. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Too long,” he deadpans.

“Hey! I hope Wendy isn’t home right now because she would have your head on a stake if she heard you say that,”

“She’s at work right now but she left me alone with all the little monsters. Listen, just make sure you use-"

"A condom! I got it, Mikey. I’m a responsible adult, contrary to popular belief. Can we stop talking about this? Let me talk to the kids! I’ll tell them to stop screaming,” I sit up again and my grimace from the slightly NSFW conversation turns into a wide smile, the giddiness bubbling in my stomach.

"Hey, kiddos! Gather around! Your favorite grown-up person is on the phone!" Mike shouts over the hoard of children in his house, and their shouts get closer and closer to his phone until their voices are blaring through the speaker of my phone.

"Amelia! Amelia! Amelia!"

"Hi, my loves!" I exclaim, "how's everything with Mike and Wendy?"

"Come home, Lia! We miss you!" Reese cries out, stumbling over her words in a way that makes my heart swell.

"You didn't come home for Christmas and we missed you so much!" Tyler squeaky voice adds.

"I know, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to come home for Christmas, and I missed you guys so much too. But I’m sure Mike and Wendy made Christmas really special for everyone, didn’t they? I'm gonna try to come home soon but I can't promise anything. I have lots of pictures of you all and I think about you every day. I'll draw and I'll paint lots of new things and I'll send them home to you. Does that sound good?" They all shout confirmations back at me, and I manage to pick out a few requests for things like dogs and cats and flowers, and that request makes me remember the failed painting right in front of me. "Great. I'm sitting in my studio right now so I'll get working on those. If y’all have any more requests then tell Mike and he’ll tell me. I love you all, okay? I miss you guys so much,"

The kids all shout goodbyes at me before there's rustling on the other line. "Alright, it's just me now," Mike says. 

"I actually plan on sending you guys art, partly because I want to and partly as an apology for not coming home for the holidays. Let me know if you need anything new for the walls, whether it’s at home or at the police station. Need a new piece for your office, Sheriff?" I tease, pushing myself off the floor for the first time in almost two hours, grabbing a stack of new canvases.

"We could always use more of your artwork, sweetheart, you know that. Call more, okay? I know it's hard, but we clearly all love hearing from you. And I wanna hear more about this profiling boyfriend of yours. Maybe I'll look up his file in the FBI database,"

"You don't have access to that database, you’re not a federal agent. Just google his name. I gotta get started on these paintings. I’ll call soon.”

“Wait! I only know his first name! What’s his-”

“Oops, that sucks. Tough luck. Gotta go,” I finally get the chance to throw his teasing right back in his face, a grin coming to my face as he groans dramatically. “Love you, Mikey!”

"Love you, kid. Stay safe,"

"You too. Don't get shot,"

"I won't."

///

SPENCER

///

My fingers drum against the book on my lap as I listen to dial tones over and over, waiting anxiously for an answer. Maybe today is a bad day and we don’t get to talk today, and that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. But I was just hoping for a nice conversation today, and every time another dial tone rings in my ear, it’s like another stab to the chest.

“Spencer?”

I perk up at the answer, grinning and setting my book onto the coffee table in front of me."Hi, Mom,"

"Spencer, I've been waiting for you to call me for weeks! You can’t ignore me for that long! You can’t leave your poor, old mother in the wind like that!”

I chuckle at her, happy that today seems to be a good day and she’s even capable of joking around. "Sorry, Mom. I've been really busy with work lately, but I wasn’t ignoring you. How was Christmas? I'm sorry I couldn't make it out,"

"It was good, Spencer. I would've preferred to spend it with you, but I enjoyed it," Mom tells me. "We watched movies and made gingerbread houses and some of the nurses got us gifts,"

"That sounds wonderful,"

"So tell me how you've been, honey. You know I hate talking about me and this dreadful place. I'd much rather hear about you,"

My eyes wander over to the coffee table in front of me, or more specifically the scarf that Amelia had left here when stayed over. It must have slipped off of her head when we were sleeping and fell under the couch, and when she rushed out so I could get going, she didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing it anymore. I hadn't gotten a chance to return it because I got whisked away on a case and I haven't been able to see Amelia yet. I reach for it, feeling the soft silk between my fingers. "Um, it's- huh, it's actually pretty great over here,"

"That's wonderful to hear! What's so great about it?" Mom doesn't get much entertainment in her facility and her main contact comes through me. I'm always open to telling her everything and I try to write her at least one letter every day so she can have something to read if I can’t call her, but I was so hell-bent on keeping Amelia a secret. I thought that maybe if I kept her a secret from everyone, then I'd be taking one more precaution at shielding her from my world, but I know that's useless. It's not worth it to keep Amelia a secret and to lie about the source of my happiness, at least not from my mother.

"Well," I look down at the scarf and picture the way Amelia uses the square of fabric to tie back her unruly curls and the way she always seems to look like an angel, "I've met a girl,"

"I’m sure you meet many girls, Spencer. You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.” 

"Her name is Amelia and she's an artist and I swear, Mom, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. We met at the cafe where I get coffee before work and we got coffee together every day that I was home from a case for two months and we spent Christmas together. I just,” I fully expect my mom to cut me off and start rambling about Amelia and how I should pursue a relationship with her if she is making me this happy, but she doesn’t say anything and it forces me to have to finish a sentence I don’t want to say, “she's the first girl I've liked this much since, you know, since Maeve, and I knew I liked her right away and that’s just- it’s really scary,"

"Spencer, it sounds to me like you might even love her," Mom's voice softens. "I'm not going to try and tell you what you’re feeling, but like I always tell you, a mother knows. I'm happy for you, I really am. You deserve to be happy and have someone in your life to look after you and make sure you're healthy and take care of you. Did you ask her to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, last week. But we've known each other for almost three months and every time I look at her, I just feel so, I don’t really know. Whenever I get to see her, I never want to leave when I have to and-" I lay down on the couch and throw my head onto a pillow, the scarf resting right in front of my face. "Maybe I do love her. That's so scary though. I haven't known her for long at all. Can you fall in love with someone after three months?"

"When you first meet someone, you get a first impression, right? Sometimes you can be put off, or you can be instantly intimated by someone, or be intrigued, and so on. Love is a feeling, right? It’s a feeling in the same way that fear and intrigue are. Who’s to say you can’t feel love when you first meet someone? Who's to say you can't fall in love with someone in that same amount of time that someone can scare you? Love is complex and, yes, it’s scary and you've been scorned by it in the past, but don't let that get in the way of this good thing you've got with this Amelia girl,"

"I've never thought of love like that before."

Mom laughs gently. "Like I said. A mother knows," she pauses. "Oh, Spencer, I've gotta go. The nurses need me."

"That's fine," I breathe out a sigh, pushing myself up to a sitting position and pulling the scarf into my lap again. "Thanks for the talk. It was really helpful. I love you, Mom,"

"I love you too, Spencer," Mom says before hanging up, leaving me alone yet again in my apartment.

I push myself to my feet, leaving the scarf on the coffee table, making my way into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for myself. I lean over the counter and check my watch, counting down the seconds until Amelia is set to show up at my door. And as if the universe is answering my silent prayer, there's a soft knock on the door just a millisecond later. I leave my coffee on the counter and rush to let her in, throwing the door open. 

Amelia is standing there, looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a white dress and her black peacoat, camera hanging around her neck and one strap from her backpack draped over her shoulder. She’s beaming at me, almost emitting rays of sunshine from her body, shuffling her way through the door and throwing her arms around my neck in a tight hug. It nearly takes me by surprise, but if I’ve learned anything about Amelia by now, it’s that she’s affectionate and she loves to hug, and I can’t seem to find a single fault in that. I whisper a greeting in her ear, reaching around Amelia’s waist to shut the door, keeping out the cold air that blows inside from the hallway.

"Hi, dove," she chirps, sinking down on her heels when we pull away from the hug.

I cock my head to the side like a puppy, trying to hide my confusion but I’m positive it’s evident on my face. "Dove?"

"It’s just a pet name. Do you not like it? I could call you something else, or I could just stick to your name if that’s-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Amelia unravels her arms from around my neck and shrugs off her backpack, hanging it right beside my jacket, then crouches down to take off her shoes. “I like it, actually.” 

“Noted,” Amelia jumps back up to her feet, now noticeably shorter without her heels, and gives me a cheesy smile. She opens her mouth to say something else but her mouth snaps shut when her eyes travel downwards just a bit. “Spencer, you’re still in your work clothes.” 

“Oh,” I follow her line of sight and look down at my trousers, button-up, cardigan, and tie, my gun holster on my hip (but my gun is locked away in a hidden place) and my credentials in my pocket, “yeah, sorry about that. After I got home, I was on the phone with my mom for a bit and I just didn’t get a chance to change yet.”

Amelia’s lips settle into a pout as she follows into the kitchen. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your phone call.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry. Do you want a cup of tea? Anything to drink or eat or-”

“I do but why don’t you go change? I can handle a cup of tea by myself. Put on something other than a dress shirt and a tie. Be comfortable,” she breezes right past me and reaches into the cupboard for a mug, already grabbing the kettle and filling it with water. I just watch her for a moment, slowly unclipping my watch from my wrist and watching the way her white dress slides across her legs with every tiny movement. But she doesn’t turn around again to check on my location and just looks between the box of Earl Grey tea and camomile tea, mulling over which to indulge in tonight. So I leave Amelia to her seemingly challenging decision and hurry off to my bedroom, ridding myself of the work clothes I’ve been wearing for almost thirty hours. I change into plaid pajama pants and a sweatshirt, only glancing in the mirror for a split second to check if my hair is an absolute mess before returning to Amelia.

She’s leaning against the counter with her mug in one hand and her camera in the other, and when I re-enter the room, she looks up at me and grins at the sight of my more relaxed state. “You look cozy. Guess I should have worn my pajamas today.”

I go and lean against the counter beside her, picking up my cup of coffee and looking over her shoulder at the pictures she is flipping through on her camera. At first, most of the pictures are of a redhead I’ve never seen before, posed in a park and modeling for the camera. Then the pictures turn to the sights I see every day and I conclude they must be pictures that Amelia took this morning or on her way here. “These are really good.” 

“Oh, thanks,” Amelia’s cheeks turn pink at the compliment as she tosses the camera aside, clutching her cup of tea instead. 

“I’d love to see more of your art sometime. I haven’t seen that much but the things that I have seen, I really loved.”

“Maybe one day, when you’re available, you can come to my studio. It’s just a couple of blocks away. I’d love for you to come and see some of what I do when you’re gone,” her head falls onto my shoulder and she scoots closer to me, her arm slowly moving around my waist, pulling me even closer to her. “It’s what I did all day. But speaking of all day, how was your day? How was the case?”

We move into the living room and get under a blanket as I give Amelia vague details about the case we solved this past week. She sits just as close to me as she was in the kitchen and tucks her feet under my legs to warm herself up, and once I’ve decided I’ve told her enough about the serial killer that we captured last night, she starts telling me about her last few days and how she went out to see a bad movie with her group of friends. She keeps moving closer and closer as the sun gets lower and lower and soon enough, Amelia is laying over my lap and my hands are in her hair, brushing the strands out of her face. I can confidently say that it’s the most relaxed and the most comfortable I’ve been this past week, and maybe even in the last few months. Every time Amelia is around and we get to just sit and talk, it’s a breath of fresh air. I don’t get to do this enough. I look up at the clock after being on the couch for a long time, seeing that it’s almost midnight. Thank god I don’t have to work tomorrow.

“Hey,” Amelia hums and looks up at me, her head in my lap and the blanket wrapped mostly around her, “it’s late. Do you want anything to eat?”

She hums once more, sitting up and keeping the blanket pulled up to her chest, her eyelids fluttering like a child fighting off sleep. “Yeah. I could really go for some ice cream. Do you have any?”

“I do, actually. But just chocolate, I think,” I stand from the couch and hold my hands out to Amelia, lugging her off the couch when she puts her hands in mine. She follows me one more time into the kitchen and pulls out bowls and spoons while I grab the gallon of ice cream from the freezer. 

“So,” Amelia draws the word out, bumping her hip with mine when she reaches over me for a bowl, “will you tell me about your BAU team? I know their names, but they’re your best friends and basically your second family so I wanna know about them.”

“Oh, really? What do you wanna know?” She grins as I slide the chocolate syrup over to her and she quickly steals it to drizzle it all over her bowl of ice cream. 

“Mm,” she hums, far too concentrated on her ice cream at first to give me a proper answer. But when she finishes with the syrup and hands it back to me, she hastily grabs spoons from the drawer and returns her full attention to the conversation, “just about your history with them. I’m not sure, whatever you wanna tell. Whatever’s important.”

We retake our seats on the couch, both of us now evenly draped in the blanket with our ice cream bowls in our hands. Amelia slings her legs over my lap and scoots as close to me as she can get, pressing her cheek to my shoulder. Despite wearing pajama pants, I can feel Amelia’s thighs, exposed by her dress, pressed against mine and it takes my breath away for a moment. I have to shift my position in the slightest so Amelia isn’t too on top of me, and once I’ve moved and I’m more comfortable, I start to let my mind race over what I could tell her. 

“Well, Morgan is one of my best friends and he was one of the first people I met when I started working at the BAU. He’s loud sometimes and a little overwhelming but he’s always there for me. For example, during a case, I got anthrax poisoning and-”

Amelia nearly drops her bowl at this revelation and she reaches for my arm, squeezing tighter than ever before. “I’m sorry, what? Did I hear you correctly? Anthrax poisoning? And you’re still alive?” She practically throws her bowl onto the coffee table, quicking whipping around and grabbing my cheeks, pulling my face closer to hers until our noses are touching. “Am I speaking to a robot right now?”

My eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “A robot? Amelia, I can’t even use my DVD player. What makes you think I’m a robot, which is essentially a being made completely of technology?”

Amelia narrows her eyes at me, dragging her thumbs down to my jawline. She looks away for just a moment to eye the DVD player and then returns to me, just as close as she was two seconds ago. “Why do you have that thing if you don’t know how to use it?”

“It was a gift from JJ,” my lips brush against Amelia’s as I speak and even though we’ve kissed a million times by now, the feeling of our lips touching still makes the butterflies in my stomach act up. But her lips taste like chocolate and I can’t help it when I pull her closer and into a kiss. Now, it’s almost like it’s second nature to want to be constantly touching Amelia and kissing Amelia and just being around Amelia all the time.

Amelia abruptly pulls away from our kiss and lets out a loud yawn, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “Sorry, sorry. It’s impossible to hold back a yawn while kissing.”

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I wave my hand at her casually, and when she rubs her hands over her eyes and then pushes her hair back, my heart seems to pound just a little bit faster. She’s a little bit bleary as she inhales sharply, falling forward and pressing her temple against my shoulder. “Hey, it’s really late. I can tell you about my coworkers another day. Do you wanna get to sleep?”

“No,” she shakes her head but her body language strongly contrasts her words as she lets herself melt further into my embrace, “I don’t wanna leave you. I missed you a lot today.”

Okay, Spencer. Being bold with Amelia has yet to fail me so why should it now? Just ask her if she wants to spend the night for the first time. It’s with innocent intentions, anyway. No funny business. Just a couple sleeping in the same bed- what’s wrong with that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So just ask. Ask! It’s one night and I’ve recently cleaned my bedroom and washed the sheets so everything should be fine for a girl to sleep over. Sleep over? You’re not a ten year old, Spencer. Don’t ask her if she wants to sleep over like you’re a group of girls planning on eating candy and watching movies until three in the morning on the living room floor. Is that what girls do at sleepovers? I don’t even know. Nope, don’t get sidetracked. Just ask. 

“Lia?” She hums in response, not even lifting her head from its spot on my shoulder. I’m used to her being boisterous and loud and positive when I’m anxious so I guess I’ll have to muster up enough courage to ask without her encouragement. “It’s really late already and, well, I don’t know what you’re doing tomorrow but would you wanna stay the night? It’s just- it’s past midnight and, you know, 40% of all fatal car accidents happen at night. 60% of adults have driven while drowsy and 37% of adults have fallen asleep at the wheel. I-“ I let out a breath, my chest deflating at her overall silence. “You don’t have to stay over and I could drive you home so you don’t have to drive but, you know, I would just like to know you’re safe.” 

I pause once more and wait for some confirmation or rejection from Amelia, but all I’m met with is quiet breaths across my chest. I duck my head down and find Amelia fast asleep on my shoulder and one of the straps of her dress falling down her arm from the odd angle she’s laying at. Of course, what else would happen? I go on a nervous rant and Amelia sleeps through it. 

“Hey, hey, Amelia?” I card my fingers through her hair and luckily, it’s enough to rouse her from her quick nap, and she lifts her head from my shoulder, eyes half-lidded. “Did you hear what I said?”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t. I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was talking about. Do you want to stay the night? I gave you a bunch of statistics on car accidents at night but I’m sure you’ll fall asleep again if I repeat them.”

Amelia lets out a small laugh, pushing herself to a sitting position and rubbing her eyes yet again. “Could you lend me some clothes? Sleeping in a dress is not really my vibe.”

“Sure, I can give you some clothes. But let’s go to bed before you fall asleep again,” I grab onto Amelia’s hands and pull her off the couch, leading my half-asleep girlfriend to my bedroom. She waits patiently as I open my closet and reach for a pair of sweats, handing her sweatpants and a hoodie from Caltech. “Here. I’m gonna go clean up the ice cream while you change.”

“Thank you,” Amelia lays a kiss on my cheek before I can leave, and the tingling on my skin persists even when I get into the living room and clean up our ice cream bowls, putting them into the dishwasher. 

I suppose that after tonight, there will be plenty of nights spent together. I won’t lie and say that sleeping in the same bed as Amelia isn’t a bit scary. I don’t know what kind of sleeper I am. Will I steal all the blankets and leave her freezing all night? Will I kick her relentlessly and leave dark bruises all over her pale skin? Will she just plainly hate sleeping with me and thus would begin the end of our relationship? 

“Spencer,” Amelia’s voice rips me out of my anxious spiral, and when I turn to look at her, my breath is knocked completely out of my chest. Amelia wearing my clothes is quite a gorgeous sight, even if they’re hanging off her body and pooling around her feet. Her hair is up and her face is washed of any makeup and she just looks wildly beautiful. She pops her head into the kitchen and gives me a tired smile, maybe the millionth of the night. “Do you need help with anything?”

I shove my bowl into the dishwasher and then slam it closed, shaking my head at her. “No, I’m good. Let’s just go to bed.” I shut off the kitchen light and swing my arm around Amelia’s waist, bringing her back towards my bedroom and shutting the door behind us. 

I watch with wide eyes and a stupid smile as Amelia crawls onto the bed, but right when she gets onto her knees, she pauses and looks over her shoulder at me. “Is there a side of the bed that you prefer?”

My eyes dart between Amelia and the pillows on the bed. Is there a side I prefer? I wouldn’t know. “I don’t think so. I mean, honestly, I’ve never slept in the same bed as anyone before,”

“Me either,” Amelia pouts, her eyes locked on mine as she debates which side to choose. “Well, we’re technically already on different sides of the bed.” She gestures to her place on the right side and me on the left side. I just shrug in response to her suggestion. It’s not a big deal to me whatsoever, just as long as Amelia is comfortable and she doesn’t wind up hating me after tonight. 

Amelia, completely exhausted, flops onto her stomach on top of the duvet, wiggling up just a little bit further until she can rest her head on the pillow. I shut off the lights and then crawl into the bed, on my predetermined side, tugging the duvet from under Amelia so she can join me under it. And as soon as she’s under the duvet, Amelia rolls over and curls up beside me, laying her head on my chest and slinging her arm over my stomach. “Thank you for letting me stay over,” she whispers, craning her head to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight.”

The feeling of laying in a bed with another person, especially a person who I feel so strongly about, is such a warm feeling. I’m sure I’ll literally be warm soon, what with Amelia on top of me and a duvet covering my legs. But my chest feels tight and I can’t wipe off the smile on my face, no matter how hard I try. I just beam, knowing that Amelia will be beside me all night. 

So I sink further into the duvet and tug Amelia as close as I possibly can, receiving a small snicker from her. But she doesn’t seem to mind the closeness since she curls into me even more and then presses another kiss to the center of my chest. Maybe she can feel my pounding heart under her lips. Her affection comforts me enough to allow me to close my eyes and force out a goodnight, drifting off to sleep with Amelia in my arms.

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Infuriating (Oni x Spades)

Author’s note: WHEWWWWWWWWW ONE OF MY LONGEST SINGLE PART FICS IN A LONG ASS TIME, I AM BACK MY GIRLS, MY GUYS, MY THEYS- 10.2K words, featuring my OC, Oni, and my awesome, awesome friend’s, @flowerthornsart, OC, Spades-THIS FIC IS VERY NSFW, NSFT, AND ALSO RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SWEET SO PREPARE YOUR HEARTS AND ENJOY-

"You know you don't have to keep trying to call him, right?"  The voice of one of Spades' runners cut through the thick tension in her office. Being abruptly torn out of her thoughts, she felt the weight of her phone return in her hand. She was going at this for longer than she realized. It was supposed to be just one phone call to see if he would even bother to talk to her, but she had felt like he took one look at his phone and saw her name and refused to pick it up. "Boss, Oni is a bastard, okay? You were obviously in the right during that whole argument-" Spades' eyes snapped onto the runner, silencing him almost immediately. "I'd watch your words if I were you." Her voice was low and drenched with a thick layer of venom. "And if you clearly couldn't tell, I'm busy, so get out." She pointed at the door, "Now." The moment the word left her lips, the runner turned and practically ran out due to the growing fear. Spades being angry was something that only a few people could handle. Right now, she was trying to call the number one person who barely even flinched when the demon was fuming. Taking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth, she pressed the same number on speed dial and raised the phone to her ear again.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. And to voicemail once again. There wasn't even a message. There was just that beep, and she was sure the phone picked up her disappointed sigh, but after getting that out of the way, she cleared her throat and tried to sound like her usual self to her best abilities. "Hi Oni, it's me again. I was um, wondering if you were gonna pick up or not, or if you got my other messages or anything just, call me back whenever you can, okay?" She tried to ignore the tear that cascaded down her cheek. "Please, Sora. I'm sorry for what I said. Please." She couldn't believe that came out of her mouth, how sensitive she was, that she was crying even. However, that little grain of hopefulness disappeared when he didn't pick up or answer after that message, so she hung up and set her phone back down on the desktop, face down. Sniffling, she reached up with a coat sleeve and wiped any tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes, it was so difficult to not just start sobbing. Sure, she was used to the occasional, playful ignoring from him, the kind that gets Spades' to smack the back of Oni's head to get his attention all over again, like he was a big dog that needed to go through intense obedient school. Three times in a row if that was possible. But it was never...this. Just silence from Oni. Oni, the man whose mouth was as massive as his skyscraper, towering ego, every time where she shouted at the man to shut him up, was rushing back in her head and she was regretting it every time she spat those two words at him. She was aware that they bickered and shouted at each other until they both were sore in their throats. But, the latest argument replayed in her head at full volume and high-definition, she screamed at him, said things that she shouldn't have and as she saw Oni's half-covered face, the image of the restrained hurt in his eyes burned in her mind and stayed there, like a punishment for what she said. She sat there, in quiet stillness, her breath was quivering behind her palm pressed against her mouth, and her eyes screwed shut tight. The argument played in her head. She remembered all of it.

"I can't believe you were that stupid!" Pacing back in forth in front of her car, Oni leaned against the side of the hood, unbothered by her usual lashing of his work. "Stupid?? Hey, I did what the fuck you pay me for, Yotsume, that motherfucker was gonna shoot you!" Oni raising his voice equaled her raising hers in return, and she stomped right up to him and practically shoved against his chest, she was livid. "You don't know that!" She rebutted, "He was going for his fuckin' gun! Are you dumb?!" He stood up and stomped closer to her, he wasn't gonna back down from her, he's never done that before no matter how pissed she was at him, however, it was a little unnerving that him standing up for himself only pissed her off even more. She wanted him to see that he was the only one in the wrong the entire time. Growling with a raised and flicking tail behind her, she spat at him again, "You were overconfident, cocky, loud-mouthed and you thought you could do everything!! You didn't read the situation right, you didn't think about the consequences of your actions, like fucking usual with you, No-Face!!" She groaned out loudly, and the next words, she was so angry, her head clouded with rage and she just wasn't thinking clearly at all. The words built up and slung out quicker than she thought, and now, intended. "I should have never hired you in the first place!! You loud, obnoxious, infuriating, waste of a hitman and lousy, washed up Yakuza!!" As her yelling came to an end, it was so tense. Silent despite distant sirens, her panting, and the soft creaking of metal due to the runners at the opposing car standing up and away from the vehicle to stare at them both with shock. Oni was stunned, he stood there, unmoving, his eyes were wide and how his hands twitched at his sides, he was trying to hold back a lot. "You know what?" There was a soft waver to his voice before it got quickly replaced with growing, burning anger. He stepped up to her, his palm pushing her away from him, "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little gun-running gang, you hear me?! I don't fucking need this! I'm going home!" Oni's tattoos were glowed and pulsed a vibrant, blazing red. The red vapor steadily poured out of the gaps in between the mask and the resin fangs of it. His ruby orbs bore holes into hers and practically into her soul. "Why, so you can go off and cry?! Run away from what's your fault?! Oh, what a shocker!" As if the wound wasn't torn open enough, Spades poured another mound of salt into it and let it fester. "And I won't have to listen to your fuckin' whinin' and complainin', you mega-bitch!!" The red-vapor seeped out of his mask at an alarming rate, it overtook him and swirled around him in a vortex, tornado-like manner, and when the dense vapor dissipated, he was gone without a single trance.

It's been three days ever since that encounter after that mission had gone bad, and Spades, couldn't contact him at all. Every time she called him, it was directed to his voicemail either right away or he just let it rung, and there was even the occurrence of Spades and one of her runners driving by his apartment to only be let down with the fact that he wasn't there every time they showed up. He was beyond mad, beyond angry, and thinking about that whole fight in between them, who could blame him? The things that she said, she was regretting every word that came out of her mouth, she pleaded to herself, wanting to take back every syllable that ran out of her mouth with no abandon. She was actually...sorry, she seldom this sensitive with anyone, let alone someone she hired but Oni, he was different. As much as he annoyed her to no end, she always found herself safe around him, smiling, laughing, them messing around with one another, whether it'd be flicking their ears, pulling tails, stepping on coats, or zinging each other enough to fill books with the bevy nicknames they had for each other. He made her happy, and she told him that she wished that she never hired him. "Sora..." His name whispered past her lips without her knowledge but hearing that name ring through her head, she wasn't going to sit there anymore, wallowing in her sadness and regret. Fixing the lapel to her coat, she stood up from her desk in her office and hurried out of it with a plan in mind. Go to Oni's apartment and see him again, if he wasn't there, then she'd wait for him and call him until either one of their phones died. "Boss-whoa, hey where are you going?" Spades, barely glancing at the runner who tried to get her attention, she stepped past him, barely managing to get a look over her shoulder at them, "I'm going to Oni's place, don't follow me, I don't need back-up, I just...I need to talk to him, okay?" She wasn't going to cry in front of them, she was never, ever going to do that but at that moment of telling them her plans and how the images of hers and Oni's fight flooded into her head at an alarming rate, it was damn tempting to. Fishing through her coat pocket when she went outside to the garage, she pulled out a pair of keys and unlocked the driver's side door of the car, and slid herself in, closing and locking the door behind her when she settled herself into the seat. Sliding the key into the ignition, she hesitated for a moment about what could happen. Would he attack her? Did he mean the things that he said back? Did he...never want to see her again? Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, she willed the tears back that threatened to spill out and shook her head. No. She was going to make things better. She had to.

As for Oni, he buried deep in his apartment, in his little world. "Hah!!" He let out a grunt when his bandaged hand connected with the roughly ripped punching bag and after that punch, he swiftly followed up with a knee to the side. "There is a thing as over-training, Sora." His Deity's sentient voice infiltrated his mind, something that he was used to but right now, he didn't appreciate the intrusion. "And you think I give a shit?" Panting, he managed to shoot that back before turning on his heel and he roundhouse kicked the bag with a powerful amount of force, the bag swinging around on its steel chain in a messy circle after the contact. "I can tell you're doing this to ignore what's going on. Three days," The Deity's red vapor entered through every crevice of his training room, however, Oni didn't even bother to look up as the Deity manifested into his huge, towering, demonic form. He placed a clawed hand on the punching bag, halting it in place. "Isn't that enough?" He questioned, only to get a scoff from Oni, "Bold of you to fucking think she even wants to talk to me," the Deity's stance against the punching bag barely moved at Oni's hostility. He's been with the assassin for years that he's grown accustomed to it and not to mention, he should have expected it, this fight in between him and Spades was an extremely touchy and sensitive one where both of them were facing the repercussions of the whole situation, Oni was mad and seeing the several upon several messages that Spades was leaving on his phone, voicemail or text message alike, he could tell that Spades was sad about everything and what she said. "She's been trying to. You've been ignoring her, Sora, she's been leaving messages for you the entire time." Letting himself disappear and traveling in a dense, vapory form, he slid out through the opening at the bottom of the door and went back into Oni's room. He scooped up his phone and went back to the training room where Oni, albeit impatiently, was waiting for the Deity's return and when he came through the door, the Deity formed himself back into his demonic form and tossed Oni his phone with one hand. Catching it in mid-air, he read the words on the front of it. 10 texts unread, 15 calls missed, and 5 voicemails. "W-What?" Oni almost didn't believe his Deity at what he said prior but seeing the evidence on his phone, staring him straight in the face. It was starting to loom over him, that growing dread of what's happened. "They, heh, they're not that serious come on," Oni glanced at the Deity, watching how his expression softened and his eyes cascaded downwards onto the floor for a moment before finally locking eyes with Oni again. "Listen to them." His voice, despite ordering him in a way, was tender, softer, parenting honestly. After hearing him like that, he knew he had to, plus, a big part in his heart was screaming at him to do this. Spades' never called him or messaged him or anything to get his attention this much, it was like she was desperate to talk to him again. To be fair, the separation was awful for him too, did it get that bad for Spades? Pressing the phone against his ear, he started from the first voicemail and went on:

"Umbra, pick up your phone and stop being a brat, come here, I have a job for you."

"Okay, hahaha, you're not gonna talk to me? How far do you have your foot up your ass, Oni?? Just answer the phone already."

"Oni? Hey, it's been two days now, can we talk, please? I think we need to."

Oni listened, and the increasing amount of desperation that filled her voice was creeping into his heart and shattering it more and more as time passed. When the last one hit his ears, that's when it broke into a million little pieces deep into his chest cavity. How she pleaded like that to hear from him, he could easily tell that she was crying, and then, how she said his name. His real name. He messed up, bad. It dawned on him, quickly, how sad she sounded, and how she denied any tears to come out during that last message. They should have talked, he shouldn't have just kept her out like that like an unwanted animal or something like that. It was just that first day he was so mad and he told himself to ignore anything that came from Spades, he wasn't going to talk to her. He opened up the text messages this time, the constant pleading, the spamming, the hopefulness only to be extinguished by Oni willingly blocking out everything that came from her. "I need to get to her." Standing up, he reached over to his bedside table and slipped his mask onto its usual place on the lower half of his face. "Do you think she's there?" The Deity followed after Oni in his mind, the assassin picked up his coat from the edge of the couch and he hurriedly went up to the door without putting it on yet since he didn't want to waste any time. "She has to be," he placed a hand on the doorknob to his front door, squeezing it, "I hope she is." He turned the silver handle and flung the door open at a fast speed, only to be greeted by Spades standing at the entrance with her hand lifted in a knocking position, literally a second later to the door, she would have knocked. Her eyes wide, so were Oni's, and the opposing colored orbs landed and locked onto one another, "Yotsume?" He questioned and with a soft, somewhat sad chuckle, he smiled thinly at her. "Hey, guess what, I'm alive!" He joked a little, wanting her to smile at him, or just be annoyed at him, anything else other than as sad as she was. God, he could feel it resonate from her, the feeling of it stabbed through his gut multiple times without any resistance or mercy, and to be fair, he deserved all of it. "You're mad-whoa!!" Spades threw herself into Oni's arms and clenched onto him so tight he could feel his lungs being practically crushed. He opened his mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by the unfamiliar sound of Spades quietly sobbing against his chest, her fingers were clenching at the back of his tank-top and gripping the fabric. She didn't plan on letting go at any time soon. Using his tattooed hand to close the door, he hugged her back, not as tight as she was hugging him, however, it was as close as hers. His head leaned down and nestled against hers, and his hands planted themselves right on her form and felt her. It was such a relieving sensation to feel her so close to him again, how her body filled out his palms so perfectly, he missed this, he missed her. Stepping back and feeling the side of the couch against the back of his legs, he maneuvered himself to sit down and he expected her to just sit down next to him, only to be surprised when she rewrapped her arms around his form and placed herself onto his lap firmly. Her body was shivering, twitching with every hard and much-needed sob that wracked through her body, tears were staining both his tank-top and her coat.

"Hey..." Oni started, his voice barely above a whisper, and there was nothing but sweetness evident in his voice. Gently nudging his head against hers so that she'd look into his eyes, even just a little bit, he started to whisper to her softly. "Hey, I'm not mad at you, I promise..." he began. He saw how Spades opened her mouth, possibly to go against those words, but, he gently cupped one of her cheeks with his hand, and he let it rest there. His thumb grazed the top of her cheek, gliding over the grey-tinted skin, and feeling how it was wet there due to her tears. "I won't lie, I was so pissed off about what you said. But, I'm not anymore, I promise, Spades, I could never stay that mad at you." He leaned forward, and let his forehead press against hers, "I mean it."  Hearing Spades let out all of those much-needed cries stabbed him in the heart directly. He shouldn't have ignored her. They should have talked this stupid argument out, that way, neither one of them would have been in as much pain as they were. He reached up with his free hand and both of his hands held her cheeks, and his thumbs wiped away all the tears he touched, "You don't have to cry anymore, Safaia," he whispered, and when he saw those bright, blue orbs again, all four of them, he smiled gently. "There you go, beautiful, it's okay..." he relaxed his hands from her face, and he let them rest on her shoulders, then down to her arms, rubbing and massaging them softly, feeling how tense she was but was relieved to feel her take in a deep, shaky breath and let it out, "Are you okay?" That question might have an obvious answer to some, but he wanted to know above all else if she was okay or not, she's never cried like this before in front of him. Managing a slight nod, Spades sniffled once more, and she gazed up at Oni's face, only to be surprised and left in a slight marvel at the man's uncovered face, she had grown completely used to seeing that mask on the bottom half of his face and his hood up and obscuring the rest of it that seeing him exposed like this, it was surprising, and when she felt her heart starting to pick up, it was much-desired too. She didn't respond to the question right away, but she managed to nod at him, her breathing was softer than before and wasn't hitching as much either. Her eyes, however, couldn't be torn away from his face, taking in how true and tender his orbs were, and the matching softness to his tone made her heart not only more relieved but it made her heart jump too. She felt growing hotness beginning to rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat was loud and ringing throughout her ears, she gulped to herself, then spoke up again.

"Sora?" She breathed out his real name, her hands finding their way up to his tank-top, and she wrapped her hands around the shoulder straps and gripped them tightly. "Yeah? Spades, are you-" his words were cut off when she swiftly tugged him down to her level and she slammed her lips against his in a deep kiss. She felt her whole body tingle, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt so relieving. He pulled her in close to his body, the two panting against each other's mouths, "Kiss me again," she rasped out, and Oni did just that. He closed the gap between the two, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense. She couldn't help the muffled gasp that came from her due to his hands groping her backside and he took two tender handfuls and squeezed, and maneuvered her onto his lap. Realizing where her hands were, she slid them down the front of his body, feeling every bump and groove of his toned torso underneath the fabric of his top, she hooked her digits around the hem of it, and she slid up and over his head, discarding the article of clothing over the edge of the couch. She placed her hands right back onto his broad chest, her fingers digging into his chest ever so slightly as a response to his hands squeezing and rubbing her backside. It was mostly because he just couldn't help himself, her body was perfect to him, his groping and touching were getting the better of him, and it showed when he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her backside in a firm smack. Suppressing a squeal due to their lips locked against one another in a passionate, hungry, and hot kiss, Spades pulled back, blinked, and glanced down at Oni's hand on her backside, then she looked back at him with a raised brow. "Did you just...spank me?" Oni let out a breathy pant and nodded with a smirk that danced its way and planted itself onto his lips, "Yeah, I did, is that okay, Safaia?" He gave a little tilt of his head, and she rolled her eyes at the sight of him, she rested her forehead against his and even nuzzled him too, "Warn me next time!" She moved one of her hands up and snagged the top of one of his ears and pulled playfully, "Ah-hey, hey, hey! Okay, okay, I will!" He laughed, his digits rubbing over the dusted pink area of where his ear was pulled, and he gazed back at Spades to see that mischievous glint in her eyes, she matched it even more with how her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and at him. Leaning in, he chuckled, "You're lucky you're so cute~" He purred, drawing giggles from her and when he got close enough, he captured her lips again in another kiss. His hands, fumbling just a little due to eagerness to see her nude, reached up towards the belt around her waist, and after one or two tries, he unbuckled it. He grabbed her coat's lapel and started to slide the dark fabric off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin.  He couldn't contain himself, leaning in, he peppered the side of her neck with an onslaught of kisses, and he drove them down to her shoulder, letting a smile slip onto his lips that pressed against her shivering body. She rested her hands on the sides of his firm body, and she let them travel downward to his belt, her digits grazing against the tent in his pants, drawing a muffled, low groan from his chest. "Tease," He mumbled against her skin. Spades pecked the tip of his nose, giggling, "Were you expecting something else?~"

Her palms groped and massaged his covered cock, she felt him twitching at her touches. He longed for this to happen, the number of times, albeit more than he would like to admit, he pictured this happening practically drove a part of him crazy. He almost didn't believe that it was happening, how her hands were roaming all over his lap, feeling him, wrapping her fingers around his tent and gently squeezing, stroking. Spades wasn't in that much of a different boat, the delectable sight of Oni's hooded eyes, his head arching back, and how he bit down on his bottom lip as if he was restricting any noises to emit from him besides the occasional quiet, low, rumble of a groan. "Fuck~" Spades breathily whispered to herself, her hands wrapping around the black leather belt secured around his waist. She unbuckled the metal clasp and slid the belt out from the belt loops and much like the other clothes, other than her coat that laid carefully on the edge of the couch, his belt was discarded to the side to worry about later.  Dragging his zipper down, she pulled the front of his pants and boxers down and watched his hard cock spring up, and stood erect at attention. She let out a surprised, quiet squeak to herself at the sight of his hard length, twitching, and gently leaking pre. "You're a lot bigger than I imagined, Sora," those words left her mouth without even thinking, however, Oni picked them up right away. He laughed and playfully poked her forehead to get her attention, "Hey," retracting back to glare at him, she narrowed her multiple eyes at him. "Ah-what?!" He raised an eyebrow and grinned a sharp-toothed grin. "Bigger than you imagined?~" He repeated back to her in a flirtatious tone, and it made Spades roll her eyes with a growing blush overtaking her cheeks. "Oh, shut up! I bet you've imagined stuff too!" Spades hated how right he was about that, but she smirked when she saw how his face shifted to a deep crimson since he was caught in the same way as her, even his eyes drifted over to the right. "That's what I thought~" She teased. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length, he sucked in a quiet breath at the direct contact instead of through his clothes. She rested her body against his, her hand stroking and pumping his length, and she had her head nestled into the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled back, accompanied by him laying his head against one of the couch's pillows, "Fuck~" The curse breathed out in a mutter that sent shivers through her body, and to make it worse, or better honestly, for him, she peppered the side of his neck with little pecks and kisses and even small nips. She moved her hand upwards and rubbed her thumb against the head of his cock, feeling his pre dribble out and get onto her digit.

"Wait, wait," Oni mumbled through the breathy moans that ran out of his mouth, and the moment she heard that, Spades halted her movements, and retracted her hand back, worry growing in her. "Huh? What's wrong, Sora?" She placed both of her palms lightly against his chest while he sat up fully, his own hands gliding up her thighs, lingering against any exposed skin, then he grabbed her hips tenderly, and led her down to a laying position and he even made sure that her head was laying on one of the couch's pillows. "Nothin's wrong, trust me, Safaia, I just..." She studied his ruby-red orbs, it was like they were shimmering, his gaze was clouded with lust, an unsatiated hunger and she was the main course he was going to dive into. How right she was about that. "I fuckin' wanna taste your pussy~" Then he spoke, and the arousal dripped from his voice practically, and what he said practically shot through her body like an arrow. It made her multiple eyes widen and her jaw drop, it felt like her face was on fire. "G-Geez could you be any cruder about it?!" Despite her snapping back like that, her thighs pressed against one another's at the sheer thought of Oni's head in between her legs, the feel of his tongue burying deep inside of her, tasting her. He leaned up and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss against her forehead. "You love it," he purred, finishing it with a wink. "Oh shut up," she giggled, her hands moving up and her fingers threaded through his jet black hair, "And kiss me properly while you're up here still~" She winked right back at him, and with shared grins, he closed the gap in between them and his lips locked onto hers in a heated exchange, this time, his tongue wasted no time in roaming into her open mouth. Her fingers gripped at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a little to match it. That resulted in a deep, muffled groan to be pulled far from his chest, and she swallowed it through the kisses. His hands went up to the waistline of her pants, fumbling for a few moments, but, he unbuttoned the buttons, unzipped the zipper, and pulled the slacks off of her. How quickly and feverishly he did those actions, the arousal radiated off of him like heat, and combined with the gleam in his unnatural eyes, she could read him like a book. She could tell he dreamt of this and wanted it dearly. She was no different, she won't lie, she's envisioned doing this with him more times than she'd like to admit out loud to him. If she did, she'd never hear the end of it.  His hands moved, his digits wrapped around the edges of the hem of her shirt and he carefully pulled it up and over her head, and tossed it to the side. Now, the girl of his dreams laid below him in just a bra and a pair of panties. He took in the sight, how beautiful she looked with her bosom heaving gently in tune with her panting, her grey-tinted skin that he just wanted to trace every inch over with his fingers and leave kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She stunned him, how enamored and in love with him was something he never expected in his entire life. 

Sure, he's had flings before, the life of an assassin can get lonely and companionship was nice, even if it was just for a night, and whoever he was with would find him gone the next morning, that used to be a regular thing. That all changed when Spades hired him. Every time he pulled her tail, every little flick on her forehead, or even a tug on one of her pointed ears, he did it all the time to her, and what was so different about Spades was that she just didn't sit there and take it. She would step on the back of his coat and almost make him fall flat on his back, she'd always have a rebuttal to every nickname he called her, if he snapped at her, she'd snap back. He acted like that annoying tree branch that would continuously tap against one of the glass panes of a bedroom window when the wind blew hard enough. However, she never got rid of him. Their arguing never got so bad that a weapon was pulled on the other. He was pretty positive there must have been one time where he was just so, under her skin, he was like a tick just draining her of blood and sickening her. But they never did. Not even that night before the three grueling days, she screamed at him and he roared back, but still, no claws or teeth were used. Had he honestly fallen in love with her sooner than he expected? "Sora?" Spades' voice, laced with tenderness, dragged him out of his deep thinking. He had to put himself back into his body, his hands sat firmly on the sides of her body. Blinking enough times to put a movie projector's lens to shame, he finally spoke up, and for once, he was at a loss for words. "Shit, sorry, Spades...just, your body..." Spades' eyes softened, her arms unknowingly moved upwards and crossed over her chest when a wave of self-consciousness washed over her due to Oni's misplaced words. "Ah...I can put something back on, Sora, I know this isn't the most...attractive body to have," the moment those words escaped her lips, his eyes record-breakingly snapped back to her under him. He didn't say anything at first, that usually meant he was planning in his head, and planning he did. Reaching over towards the coffee table, he hooked his fingers around the black, dense chain of his necklace and the three magatama beads that dangled from it. She watched him with a raised and confused brow. "You're gonna put on your necklace before we do anything? Are you serious?" She narrowed her eyes but was a little surprised at his head shake.

"Nah, I'm not, but you gotta promise me something."

"....what?" She queried.

"Don't get mad."

Faster than she perceived at first, he took a hold of one of the comma-shaped beads, gripping it, and with a shimmer of bright red in his eyes, the bed glowed and built upwards into a knife, a karambit to be exact, it matched the shape. "What are you do-hey!" She watched him move forward with the knife in tow, the blade slid under the center part of her bra and he sliced upwards, splitting the brassiere in half and releasing Spades' breasts. "Ah-Sora! C'mon, I just bought that one! What the Hell are y-anh!~" Her anger-filled retorts melted into moans at the feel of his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs pressed against her nipples and rubbed over them in a slow, circular motion to prep them, and when they were fully erect, his thumb and index finger caught her left nipple and he pinched it softly, he even tugged on it a couple of times. "S-Sora~" She shakily breathed out, hearing his name come from her lips like that was a drug to him that he was all too quickly getting addicted to. He leaned in, she could feel his breath right against her ear again, and when he spoke, his voice was dangerously low, husky. "Ya think I give a fuck that you're a bigger girl? I don't." Releasing her breasts, his hands traveled downwards and took a hold of her panties, he would have torn them off if he was driven any further, but he had just cut up her bra so, that'd be for another time. He just pulled down her underwear off of her completely and let them fall to the ground. "I think it's hot, you're fuckin' sexy. Trust me, when we had to do that job for that big, ugly, motherfucker who was eyeing you like his tenth meal that day, I wanted to kill him right there." As he spoke, he moved downwards, placing kisses where he wanted. He cascaded down her neck, to her chest, he spent a little longer on her breasts by leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, it made her gasp out and throw her head back against the pillow she rested on, and openly moan out. "But, holy fuck, ya looked so goddamn amazing in that dress ya wore that day, and ya want me to be honest? For once?" He chuckled, a little breathlessly, but he lifted himself and stared straight-forward into her eyes. "I wanted to rip that little dress off of ya and fuck you right then and there," he growled, he legitimately growled which was a sound she's never heard him let out before and it made her jaw drop slightly and her eyes widened too. "S-Sora I had no idea-" her words paused when he moved down to her stomach. "Ya get me fuckin' harder than a rock, as ya can tell, of course." He joked, she shuddered a bit at the feel of his breath so close to his target area, how he was taking his time, being so meticulous and thorough was both amazing and a huge tease, but what he did next both surprised her and honestly, almost made her cry since she was so touched. He planted kisses on her stretch marks, he made sure to take his time, his lips would linger on certain ones before moving on. He did the same to the ones on her thighs and it made her breath hitch pleasurably with how close his mouth was to her slit. He glanced at there first, then his gaze flickered back upwards at her face and the flushed, needy expression painted on her features. "Ya drive me so fuckin' crazy, every time you're a little tease to me, I just want to..." He grasped at her thighs and his fingers dug into her, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. When he had a firm, full hold on her, he pulled her downwards more, she could feel her breath against her wetness, "Lock the door where we are and take ya~" When that growl left his lips, he leaned forward and flattened his tongue against her pussy and he dragged it upwards in a slow lick, causing Spades' hands to shoot down to his head and her fingers threaded through his black treads and she gripped them, pulling his hair slightly too. "S-Sora, fuck, then do it~ Take me~ You're not just gonna, hah, be all talk and not do it, are you?~" Spades challenged, despite being quite breathless and flushed, a smirk played on her lips, and she was sure that he saw it. "Now you're askin' for it~" He warned with a chuckle, his ruby eyes glinting with a determined shine. He leaned in, his tongue pressed deep inside of her, it swirled around inside of her, he could taste her juices steadily leaking onto his tongue, she tasted so sweet, delectable, he grew addicted to it. He took a look up at Spades, her head was laid back and her back was arched off of the couch, he felt her thighs tighten around his head, not only squeezing him but effectively trapping him until she deemed it fit. She moaned out, her fingers tugged at his hair, not enough to tear out of his scalp, but enough for him to notice. His tongue slid up and down her slit, his hand trailed up and he gingerly placed his fingers on her folds and he spread her open, he slinked his tongue back out of her orifice and he pushed it upwards, meeting her clit and when he heard that little gasp come out of her, he grinned. "There it is~" She could barely breathe out a rebuttal due to Oni's lips wrapping around her swollen clit, and he suckled on it tenderly, his tongue flicking and running over the nub, "Fuck-!~ Sora, fuck, that's so much~ I-It's not like you're n-never gonna do this again!~ Fuck!~" She writhed pleasurably underneath him, her hands launched towards the sheets underneath her, she took fistfuls of the fabric and gripped them so hard, it felt like she was going to tear holes in them. Honestly, how come it didn't surprise her at all that Oni was going to be amazing with his mouth?

"Fuck me~" those two little words, albeit she sounded much more beg-y than she wished at first, brushed out of her mouth in a breathless, needy pant. Oni's eyes widened somewhat, thinking over what she said was what he heard, especially for the fact that she was begging for him, or at least that's how he perceived it. "What was that, Safaia?~" If she didn't love him as much as she did, there were just somedays she wanted to smack that grin of his off of his face, and this was most certainly one of those times. "You heard me, Umbra!" She shot back, and with a shrug, he propped himself onto his elbow and rested his chin on an upturned palm. "I don't know, did I?~" He questioned with a tilt of his head, his voice had a sickeningly sweet, sing-song tone to it, yeah, Spades wasn't having that. She propped herself up on her elbows at first, then moved up into a sitting position and pushing her hands forward, she grabbed the straps of his tank-top all over again and pulled him up to her level, her eyes had a deep, unsatiated desire burning in her eyes, all four of them, and he could feel it. She inhaled, the breath leaving her had a bit of a shake to it, and then she spoke. "I want you, Sora, fuck, I need you~" She sounded desperate, she honestly believed he would revel in it but the growing shocked and red-faced expression that painted across his face proved otherwise. "I need you to...to..." she was lost on her words, her eyes even darted somewhat left and right as if she was physically looking for her words. It took her a moment or two, but when she found it, her entire face adorned a bright blue hue, "I need you to make love to me~" Coming out of her mouth, it sounded sappy as all Hell, "T-That was too much wasn't-mmh!~" Her words were silenced by Oni hurriedly leaning forward and slamming his lips against hers in a heated kiss all over again. Those words, hit him harder than she expected. His hands, with a newfound urgency in them, feverishly shot up to the back of her knees, and he hoisted her legs up, faster than she was prepared for. "Ah-! Careful, no-face, at least give me a warning!" She scolded, though the sapphire-blue blush painted across her cheeks gave away the fact that she wasn't angry with him, it made him chuckle. He let her legs relax, resting on his shoulders, he shimmied himself up closer in between her thighs and he rested his cock on her soaking wet slit, "Where's the fun in givin' you a warning? Plus, I like hearin' you squeak like that~" Playfully sticking his tongue out at her, his hand drifted down his body, his digits hooked around the base of his cock, and he dragged the head of it up and down her folds. Her wetness coated the tip, his hand glided upwards when he saw the soft shine of her juices glinting on his cock, he pumped his length, covering his length from top to bottom, earning a deep, low groan to be pulled from the deepest reaches of his chest. The sight alone practically made Spades aroused, even more, she had to clamp her slack-jawed mouth shut, her face felt like it was burning, on fire, with how large the blue blush on her face had grown in such little time at such a small action. Oni leaned forward, his hips angled downwards and his twitching length primed and ready at her pussy, the head of it gently pressed in between her folds, and it prodded at her entrance. He teased her, his cock was right there, she could feel the head of it brush over her entrance. The tip of it dipped inside of her for a few, exhilarating moments, only for it stripped away from her again when he pulled his cock away from her. A whine emitted from her, her eyes that were screwed shut, pried open with enough strength she drew from in and with a shuddering hand, Spades reached up and took a fistful of Oni's tank-top and she yanked him down to her level, it was quite easy to do with how he was leaned forward in between her elevated legs. "Sora, I swear to God if you don't put your cock in me already, I'll shove t-that stupid mask of yours up your a-ass!" Oni's eyes shot open, he blinked a few times, stunned, before a cocky grin spread across his face, its natural place. He leaned forward and pecked a few chaste kisses on her lips before holding one final kiss. "It's hot when you get angry, y'know?" He chimed in. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, but wasn't able to hide the growing smile overtaking her face, "You're lucky you're so cute, dammit~" She let her fingers thread through the soft, pitch-black tresses he had, her fingers spreading out. It made his eyes flutter and close and he leaned his head back into her palm so she could pet him more. "But, please, Sora, I-I...I really need you....~" Oni's eyes softened. When her voice got that tender, that soft-spoken, he could tell that she needed it, that she craved it, and he was the same way. They were together in a way that he's only pictured, that he wished would happen much earlier than now, he wasn't going to pass it up. "Trust me, Safaia, I need you too, like, a whole fuckin' lot....~" He let the words dust out of his mouth in a hushed, husky whisper, the kind that sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine like electricity passing through a circuit at high, unstoppable speeds. He aligned himself up again, his hips flexed forward and his cock pushed past her folds and slid deep inside of her. His hips pressed up and met her hips and he hilted himself inside of her. He muttered a few curses alongside the low groans that came from him while Spades' voice was caught in her throat, she was grasping at bedsheets with one hand while the other had shot up to his left forearm and she clenched onto it, her nails digging into the tattooed skin.

He leaned over her and waited, she was much tighter than he had thought or anticipated, but he loved it how she clenched around his cock, her wet, velvety, warm walls framed around his length and hugged him snuggly, not letting go any time soon. "Give me, hah, hold on~" She managed to get out, her voice was shaky, how her legs were on his shoulders and so close to his head, he could feel those quivering, her breasts were heaving up and down in tune with her panting. It was at this moment that he was reminded of just how beautiful Spades looked like this, she looked like a Goddess, lavished in a blue-tinted blush, splayed out on the bed ready to be claimed by her lucky, devoted follower who would do anything and everything to be with her like this, in her more vulnerable, to give her electrifying pleasure until she was seeing stars and had no feeling in her legs. Call him determined. She breathed out in a huff, it caught his attention rather quickly and when he gazed at her expression again, he saw that breathless smile that slithered onto her lips and her multiple eyes, with some work, lifted and locked onto him leaned over her, "G-Go ahead, Sora, you were talking a-all cocky earlier, aren't you going to do it?~" She dared, matching it with a raise of her eyebrow and with a grin, his hands moved from her legs that he kept firmly on his shoulders to keep them elevated, it gave him just the most perfect angle to pound into her when the time came, but, for now, he'd be contained. Pulling out almost all of the way, nearly drawing another whimper from her throat, if it weren't for him fastening his hips forward in a swift thrust, it got her to moan out somewhat loudly, openly in the empty living room. His hips thrust downwards into hers, unwaveringly and deep, his hands drifted up from the bedsheets, and they darted up to her legs and he gripped at them. "S-Sora, that's-oh that's amazing, yes!~" She cried out, his cock glided smoothly in and out of her effortlessly. She pried her eyes open once more, now it was her turn to take in the almost dreamlike sight in front of her. Oni had leaned over her, his exposed face was flushed a deep-seated blood red while pants and groans fled from his lips left and right. His toned, strong body had a thin sheen of sweat building upon it, his hands grasped at her legs resting on his shoulders for dear life, his dug into the flesh, not enough to do any damage or anything like that, but she was sure that bruises were going to pepper the skin down there. Her eyes drifted down and she watched how his cock pumped in and out of her, how it disappeared into her body with every thrust. "Spades~ Spades~ Fuckkk~" He murmured, then he did something she truly didn't foresee him to do at all, though when he did it, she wasn't prepared for it but cherished it. Groans ghosted out of his lips, however, it wasn't English this time, it was full, fluent Japanese, which, sadly, Spades knew not a single word of it, not including his name and his alias. But, reading his expression, how it made him move his hips up into hers more and his pumps got harder and quicker than before, she was sure it was about how good she felt encircled around him. "God I love you, Spades, I fuckin' love you, and I mean it, okay?~ I don't ever, hn, unh, unf, wanna fuckin' fight that bad with you again~" He was getting lost, tangled up in the pleasure, the love he's been restraining and keeping to himself for this entire time, well now, those binds were being unwoven and it was pouring out, fast, with no abandon. Hearing those three little words breathe out from Oni's lips almost knocked the air out of her body, actually hearing him say that was so much different than picturing it. Her hand, shaky as all Hell, reached up and she planted it, palm down, against his chest to get his attention, she even pinched some of the black fabric of his tank-top and gave it a few tugs for good measure. The small movements almost immediately caught his attention, it worried him to a degree, he assumed that it was a subtle sign that he was going to rough or too fast, so, carefully, he let his movements gradually come to a slower pace, almost stopping fully. He even carefully released her legs so that they were at his sides rather than being propped up on his shoulders, it made it easier for him to lean down to her level, and he stared into her eyes, the worry evident on his features. "You okay, Safaia?" He questioned, however, she didn't answer right away. Instead, the smile that had broken out across her face shown, now that he was closer than previously, her hands went up to his cheeks and she cupped them. Her fingers stroked the skin on his face, especially the twisting tattoos, she let a finger start at the top of them right below his left eye, and she let it cascade down to his cheek, to his jawline, and made a turn to his lips, and she grasped his chin delicately. With a light pull, she pressed her lips against his in a kiss, her mouth claiming his in a passionate liplock all over again. His frame pressed up against her body, his arms slithered down to her waist and coiled around her, while hers hurriedly moved up and intertwined around his neck. Her legs followed suit around his waist, and they wrapped around him, her thighs pressing against his sides at the addicting, pleasurable shocks that rushed through her body at their kisses. How his hands grasped at her back, his inhumanly long tongue prowling around in her mouth as if was his, tasting her. Her spaded tail, like a snake's grasp, shifted itself up in between his legs and it coiled around his thigh, clutching onto it. When the kiss finally broke, thin strings of saliva connected their mouths, they panted rather heavily in each other's mouths, and even though the kiss had parted, Oni kept his forehead pressed against hers.

"I love you too, Sora~" Spades gasped, "I do, I....god I love you so much~ You used to annoy me to no end, you being so loud and careless but then I just, hah, I started to know you, the real you and I fell for you, so hard~ I haven't...I haven't talked like this in a long time, but it was so difficult to not just run up to you and kiss you and hug you and just be with you...every time you just showed up out of nowhere and made yourself at home, it made me happy to see you, I looked forward to it! And the times that you got hurt and I wasn't there, I wanted to take care of you, to help you, I," she paused, her breath hitching a bit as a warning that the dams in her eyes were about to break again and cause her to sob all over him again. Her hands clenched at his back, her fists balling up the fabric, and her head leaned forward and she buried it into his chest, hiding her face. Despite it being muffled, she remained silent for a few moments longer, tears quietly flowed freely from her eyes, and they stained his tank-top, one of her hands relaxed and freed the part of his top in it, she stroked his upper back, her head sinking into his form a bit more when she relaxed, "I'll never abandon you like they did, I promise, Sora...." That's when she felt the light, wet plinking of droplets on her arm. Blinking, she retracted her head from his chest, and she relaxed against the pillows, she looked up at him and gasped lightly when she saw that now, he was inaudibly shedding tears. "Sora, I-" His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, it lingered there for a moment or two before moving to her hair and he ran his fingers through the sapphire-blue strands. He smiled, "Damn Safaia, I had no idea...you could have told me this like ages ago, you know?" He teased, despite sniffling, and he let out a breathless laugh when she smacked his shoulder at his comment, "Because I love you too, I'd do anything for you...I pretty much do that now anyway, but I mean you wouldn't have to pay me this time," he joked, it made her heart even warmer since he could still joke and tease and laugh during moments like these. He was perfect for her. "I'd give you the whole fuckin' world and then some, you deserve it and I fuckin' swear, from the bottom of my heart, I'm not gonna be like that fuckin' dick from before-trust me if you didn't beat me to it, they'd be a fuckin' snack for maggots," hearing the vile in his voice at just even mentioning her old partner, it made her feel so safe in his arms, how close they were to one another, it felt like there wasn't a single problem in the world. Lightly leaning back up, he wiped away any remaining tears clear off of her cheek with his thumb, "You okay?" he inquired, receiving a nod from her, her eyes locking on his. "I am, but now..." she cleared her throat, shortly after, that challenging smile of hers returned and she raised an eyebrow alongside it.

"Are you gonna keep your word, or are you really all talk?~"

"Well if you're gonna put me on the spot like that, you can beat that sweet ass of yours I'm keeping it~"

He shifted, his cock still buried deep inside of her, one of his hands drifted down and took a firm hold of one of her hips, gripping her. His steady, deep pace gradually returned with his rocking hips, he was leaned forward, his head nestled into the crook of her neck while he grunted and panted out somewhat heavily, the pleasure from before hitting the both of them all over again. She could feel his breath on her skin, how he lowly and huskily whispered her voice throughout his low groans amongst hushed curses made chills run rampant up and down her spine. His free hand, at first, resting, unused at his side, moved up and cupped one of her breasts, a gasp resonated from her at him tenderly kneading it and rubbing it, he squeezed her, her breast filling out his palm in the most perfect way possible. Her hands clenched on the couch, her eyes darted in between him leaned over her, grunting and groaning, then down to his cock pumping in and out of her, disappearing in her body with every thrust into her. His hand that was planted on her hips gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, he pulled her further down on his cock, it caused her to moan out loudly at how deep he was in her, how fast he was able to go. "S-Sora!~ Sora, I'm, hah, anh, I'm so-fuck!~ I'm so close!~" She managed to squeak out, and through his breathless groans, a grin spread out across his face, he leaned up, his mouth right next to her ear and then he started to murmur to her huskily. "You feel so, hnh, unh, fuckin' good, Safaia~ The way that, unnf, tight pussy of yours just hugs around my dick~ Unh~ Mmmhf~ Fuck, I wanna see ya cum, Spades, I wanna see that pretty face of yours all lost in your pleasure, I want you to cum all over me, c'mon, make my cock a fuckin' mess~" It was getting to be too much for her, how he pounded into her like an animal in heat, his thighs smacking up against hers, how he groaned and grunted, it made the tight coil that had built up over time in her stomach tightened more and more, it shuddered, about to snap at any moment. In the corner of his eye, Oni took note of how her hand unlatched from her tight grip on the couch. She moved it down to her slit, to place her digits on her clit, however, he was much quicker than her. His hand clasped around her wrist, stopping her in mid-movement, he raised her arm and pinned it over her head, and his opposite hand jetted downwards. He knew how close she was and how severely she desired it, how she wanted it, he was more than happy to take care of it himself. His thumb pressed on her clit, and he swiftly rubbed it in little circles, making her moan out loudly, her eyes shot close and her head tossed back into the pillows, her back arching off of the couch, "S-Sora!~ Sora!~ Sora!!~" That coil ultimately snapped in her stomach and the pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave of rushing fire, her wetness coated her thighs, the front of his thighs and made it even slicker for him to just pound away at her. His pumps got more erratic, more uneven, the pace he previously had developed completely gone from his mind, his panting got more breathless, her name escaped from him multiple times in light, gentle whispers. "S-Spades~ Fuck, I'm gonna cum~" He warned through one of those whispers. Nodding, her arms shot up to his neck again and she clung onto him, her legs even tightened around him too, "Inside, Sora~ MMhmmhf!~ Cum inside of me, Sora!~" That seemed to send him flying straight over the edge since it took a few more strong, fast, rocks of his hips and his orgasm hit him, hard, the pleasure rushed through his body up and down, his body shuddered as he kept his hips planted firmly against hers, his hips clenching and flexing with every deep pump of his seed flowing into her, filling her up. His orgasm rocked through him for quite some time, when he felt himself finally calming down, he gingerly unsheathed his now soft cock from her flooded slit and he hastily collapsed down on the opposite of the couch, hot and heavy pants emitting from him. Spades laid on her back still on her side, her legs weak, her body shuddered, even more at the feeling of his cum leaking out of her like a steady stream and dripping on the cushion below her. "Sora?" She managed to breathe out, and despite his chest heaving whilst he caught his air back, he responded, "Yeah, Safaia?" She giggled tiredly at the sound of her nickname coming from him. She placed a hand on one of his legs and she stroked it tenderly and soothingly.

"I love you, you big dork~"

"Hehehe, I love ya too, Spades~"

"And you're cleaning up this room yourself, later-"

"WHAT-!?"

[descentintobandom]

Motherhood

Title: Motherhood Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Harry/OC Rating: T Fic Summary: Tori confesses something to Harry that she’s been holding onto. Author’s Notes: The more I write Tori, the more of myself goes into her.

About a month after Harry and Tori moved into the cottage, they hosted a housewarming party.

Tori was disappointed that Louis and Niall couldn’t make it, since she didn’t have anyone else to invite, but she understood.

But all of Harry’s close friends were there like James Corden and his hairstylist and his solo band. All the children congregated around Tori, because she was someone new.

Harry watched as Tori played with his godchildren Lux and Ruby.

“She’d make a good mum”, Anne told him.

“Mum…”

“I know you two aren’t there yet. I’m just saying”.

Harry walked over to Tori and his godchildren.

“Unca Harry!” Ruby exclaimed.

Harry picked her up and smothered her with kisses. “Are you having fun?” he asked her.

Ruby nodded excitedly.

Harry put her down and wrapped his arms around Tori. “One day, it’ll be our little ones running around the yard”, Harry said, causing Tori to tense in his arms.

When everyone left, Harry confronted her about it. “Hey Tori…”

She sighed and said, “I don’t want to talk about it Harry”.

“You know you can tell me anything, baby”.

“Harry, I know you want kids…”

“And…?”

“And I don’t”.

“What?”

Tori looked into his green eyes and it was like she could see all his dreams for them tumbling to the ground. “I don’t want children Harry”, she told him.

“You’ll change your mind”.

“No. No I won’t, Harry. I’ve known since I was a little girl that I didn’t want children and I am sick and tired of people telling me that I’ll change my mind. You know what? I am not going to do this with you right now”. She grabbed her jacket and headed for the front door.

“Tori! Get back here! We’re discussing this right now!” Harry yelled.

She ignored him and stormed out of the house. Tori found a quiet spot in the woods and sat down on a log before dialing Louis.

“Hey Tori. What’s wrong?” Louis asked.

“Another fight with Harry”.

“Uh oh, what happened this time?”

“Well, you know we had our housewarming party today? Harry invited all his friends, who just happen to have kids. Anne said something to Harry and then he starts talking about how he can’t wait to see our little ones running around in the yard. So I turn to him and tell him I don’t want kids and he looks at me like I’ve just murdered someone. Which of course starts a huge fight about how he wants kids and I don’t. Long story short, I stormed out the house and now I’m sitting alone in the woods of Holmes Chapel”.

Tori heard Louis sigh on the other end. “You can’t keep doing this Tori”, he told her, “Stop running from your problems. Grow up and deal with your problems instead of running away from them!”

The line went dead.

Tori was shocked. Louis had never yelled at her before. Tori called Niall next.

“Heya Tor”, he said.

She told Niall what she had told Louis. “And then Louis yelled at me to grow up and deal with my problems and then hung up on me”.

“Can I play devil’s advocate for a second, love? Louis’s right. Part of being in an adult relationship is talking through your problems. But I agree that Louis shouldn’t have yelled at you. He’s going through a lot right now. We’re all human”.

Tori sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“Hey Tori? Have…have you ever had a relationship before? Like a serious one?” Niall asked her.

Tori’s silence on the other end gave him his answer.

“Once you’ve calmed down, go home and talk to him”, he said, “If he truly loves you, he’ll understand”.

They hung up and Tori started to make her way back to the house.

Harry was sitting in the living room. “Tori!” He ran forward and embraced her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess.

Tori could tell that Harry had been crying as well.

“I’m so sorry, baby”, he said.

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve been up front with you”.

“No, I should’ve never pressured you. But…why do you not want kids?”

“Do I love your godchildren? Yes, but it’s because they’re not mine. I can spoil them rotten and send them back because I don’t have to deal with the consequences. I’m selfish, Harry. I like my sleep. I don’t want to have to wake up every couple hours to feed a baby. They’re loud and they’re expensive. I don’t want to have kids because society tells me I have to. I’m so afraid that if I get pregnant, I’ll hate the kid and no child should have to go through that. I can’t ever see myself being a mother”.

Everything was out on the table and now the ball was in Harry’s court. “But children love you and you have so much love to give”.

“Harry, this is a deal-breaker for me. I don’t think you understand. One of my biggest fears is getting pregnant. It terrifies me. Even the thought of it makes me want to be sick. I’m sorry Harry”. She pulled her hands out of his and took a step back.

“I won’t say that I’m not upset, because I am. But I love you Tori. I love you more than anyone on this earth. I want you with or without children. If it comes down it and you decide you want children and you don’t want to have them biologically, we can adopt. And we don’t even have to adopt a baby, we can adopt a child. Or we can foster. I won’t make you give me a baby, so if pouring your love into my godchildren will make you happy, I’ll do that. But you gotta stop running, baby”.

“I called Louis and he said the same thing. I promise to try and open up more, because it’s not easy for me”.

“I know. It seems we both need to need to work on our communication”.

“We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna be okay”, Harry said kissing her.

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Lips Of An Angel

This is part 8 of Betrayal. It seems like I’m the only one that likes this but I’m gonna keep writing it. I honestly love this story so expect a lot from it. I wrote this part based around the song lips of an angel by Hinder by the way. Scarlet deals with the struggles of having no job her calling Dean when he can’t it anymore. Dean surprising her when he goes out of his way to make it better. 

Dean Winchester x OC Scarlet

Warnings:Cheating a word here and there.

Taglist I’ll happily add you: @thewinchesterchronicles

Part 1  Part 9

I woke up the next morning feeling sore and cold. Opening my eyes I found the place beside me empty a folded note in Dean’s place. I yawn sitting up just as my phone tells me I have a text.

Picking up the note I recognize Dean’s hand writing.

Sorry I got called into work. I wouldn’t have left otherwise. I’ll call you later. Dean <3

I smile at the small heart drawn by his name it filling my stomach with butterflies. Biting my lip I stop the giddy noise that tries to leave my throat. Picking up my phone the smile grows seeing his name flash across my screen.

Dean: Had fun last night we should do it again.

I quickly replay getting out of be still dressed in just Dean’s shirt.

Scar:Maybe I’ll get better at darts if we do :)

I get a new message almost as soon as I hit send.

Dean:Oh I see your finely awake sleeping till noon…

Giggling I lean on door frame of my closet.

Scar:Well someone kept me up all night.

Dean:Bad neighbor?”

Scar:Something like that.

Dean:Want me to talk to them

Scar:Would you?

Dean:For you? Of course ;)

Scar:I’m getting in the shower I smell like a hooker.

Dean: What vodka and sex

I laugh throwing my phone on the bed and get into the shower.

After I got out I started picking up the house. When I sat down to take a break I decided on a quick nap then to start my hunt for a job.

I walked thru the woods, the leaves crunching under my feet. I was looking for something but I knew where I was going. The more I walked I started to hear waves. Walking out of the tree line I saw a fire on the beach someone sitting on a log in front of it.

I walked up to the person not surprised when it was Dean sitting there. Him dressed his his usual flannel but this time it was a thick coat. His breath making little puffs of clouds when it met the frigid air.

“Do you like it?” He asks looking up at me.

“It’s beautiful but cold.” I say sitting next to him.

He holds out a cup of hot chocolate which I gladly take. Tucking my legs under me I lay my head on his shoulder staring at the water.

“We could do it you know.”

“Do what?” I ask looking up at him. The setting sun making his green eyes shine them almost looking gold.

“Leave. Just get in the car and drive.”

“What about Rebecca and Sam?”

“Sam would be okay. Rebecca made her choice.” He says looking back out to the waves.

“No one would know any different. It would just be me and you ansget the world.”

“You know I want you.” I say honestly.

“Then what do you say?”

“Okay.”

Smiling he places his hand on cheek pressing his chapped lips to mine. He kisses me softly his mouth warm on mine He pulls me close wrapping his arms around me making me feel completely loved and safe.

I wake up the TV switching channels from me laying on the remote. Rolling my eyes I turn it off and get up to finish my day.

It’s been almost two weeks since Dean stayed the night. I haven’t seen him it would normally making me feel like a one night stand but he found a way to keep me from thinking that way.

He would text me randomly. It was also mundane things. I knew it was because of Rebecca. She wouldn’t think it was odd if he “accidentally” sent me a message for a customer and we had a small conversation afterward. He also always called me on his way home from work. Sometime on his way to work. It was nice to be thought about even more so from someone like Dean.

He was almost perfect.

I know it was wrong going behind my sisters back but I felt like we needed each other. I know what most people thought about being with a married man but me and Dean wasn’t together, technically. We made each other happy and between trying to help Rebecca and finding a new job I would take all the happiness I could get.

It was definitely odd for me. Some of our conversations leading to her. I also would tell him how to work it out. He would agree and we would move on. I never felt hurt by it I knew what we did and were doing was wrong maybe that’s why. But in a weird way I knew Dean knew she didn’t love him. Not that I loved him so much better but my sister never really loved anyone. Even before our parents died she seemed to only think about herself. Not caring who she hurt or said as long as she got what she wanted. I learned that at a young age.

Standing in front of my closet I stood on my toes putting a box in the top.

“Whatcha doing?” Rebecca asks walking into my room.

“Nothing much, what about you?” I ask turning to face her.

“Oh nothing about to go out.”

“Cool.” I say moving to sit on my bed picking up the book there.

“Umm yeah.. Hey mom told me if you give me some money she’ll give it back to you.”

“I don’t have any money.” I lie looking at her.

“Don’t you get paid for babysitting?”

“Yeah but I used it to buy school clothes.”

“I only need like thirty dollars.”

“That’s two weeks of pay for me. Where do you think I just got thirty dollars at?”

“It’s not that big a deal. Mom will give it back. I need some gas money or else I can’t go out tonight.”

“Then don’t go out tonight.”

“Why won’t you just give it to me?”

“Why should I have to?” I ask raising my voice getting mad tired of her doing this every weekend.

“Because your my sister!” She says yelling making me jump.

“What is going on back here?” My mom asks walking down the hallway to my room.

“Your little bitch daughter won’t give me any money. I swear I bust my ass helping everyone and when I need gas money no one won’t lift a finger.” Rebecca says pushing past my mother and storming down the steps.

“I’m leaving don’t bother waiting up.” She says slamming the front door.

I’m pulled from my thoughts my phone going off. Picking it up it telling me I have an email.

I sigh it telling me my rent is due next week. As if to make matters worse the lights go off leaving me in the dark except for the light coming from the windows.

‘Why me?’ I think to myself as I call electric company. When they refuse and extension I flop over on my couch.

‘I’m being punished.’ I think as I open google once again looking for jobs around me.

I call making appointment fill out applications and whatever else I can do until my stomach growls.

Getting off the couch I shiver the fall air leaking in without any heat on. Knowing that I can't cook anything I eat some yogurt it not making me feel very satisfied.

I go to my room putting on another layer of clothes and crawl into the bed. I shiver pulling the covers tightly around me.

I tried to sleep but it wasn’t gonna happen any time soon and I knew it. Sitting up I picked up my phone is only on thirty percent. It lighting up my dark room. I look at the picture for my background. It was from the other night. All four of us smushed together in the booth our faces barely fitting in the shot. It was after a few drinks us all happy. I smile at the memory. Pulling up my speed dial. It showing pictures of each person. There was only five. The only people I knew really. Ruby, Rebecca, Sam, Dean and Bobby. I look at Ruby’s face ready to dumb all my worries on her but some reason my thumb ends up pressing Dean instead. It a picture of him crossing his eyes Sam in the background.

“Hello?” Dean asks sounding tried making me realize it’s late and this was a bad idea.

“Hey, sorry I shouldn’t have called.” I say ready to just hang up.

“No it’s okay, there's got be a reason your calling so late.”

“It’s stupid.”

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He says his voice quite from holding the phone away from his mouth.

It making me remember where he was. He was home, with my sister, his wife. I called him to listen to be complain as if he was mine. My life truly a train wreck.

“Sorry it’s kinda hard to talk right now.” He says the sound of the shower turning on.

“That’s fine I’ll call you later.” I say my voice cracking a tear running down my cheek.

“I said it was hard not impossible. Is everything okay?”

I nod knowing he can’t hear me.

“It’s.. Not really.”

“Well talk to me. I gotta whisper cause I can’t be to loud but I’m here.” He says softly.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble.” I say wiping my cheek.

“Tell me why your crying sweetheart.”

“For starters I’m sitting in the dark right now.”

“Why?”

“My power is out. I can’t pay the bill, I can’t pay the bill because I got fired. I got fired because I wouldn’t sleep with my boss. And to top it all off the only person I feel like talking to is my sister’s husband.” I say laughing at how pitiful I sound.

“Well looks like you got yourself in a pickle.”

“That’s an understatement.” I say laying my head back closing my eyes.

“It’s funny that your calling me tonight.”

“Why’s that?”

“We just got into a huge fight.”

“About what?” I ask my eyes still closed head against the wall.

“I’m not being supportive. She wants me to take off work until she is better.”

“What did you say?”

“That I’m going to. My hands are tied are I have a job to do.”

“I think we should just run away.”

“In my dreams maybe.” He says snorting.

“I had a dream we ran away.” I say remembering it from a few weeks ago.

“How'd that go?”

“I don’t know, I woke up before we actually did it.”

“Well it sounds better than my dream.”

“What did you dream?” I ask yawning.

“Wasn’t nothing about you. My dreams about you are always good.”

“You dream about me?” I ask blushing.

“I have since I've knowing you but they have picked up recently.”

“You better hush before she knows your talking to me.”

“I don’t think she has a clue.”

“We are horrible people.”

“Maybe so, but I won’t lie I wish she was you.”

“Dean…”

“I got to go. Will you be okay?” He says a knock sounding in the background.

“I’m okay. Thanks for talking to me.”

“Getting to listen to your sweet voice I’d don’t think there is anything else I rather do.”

“You better go before I start another fight.” I say smiling.

“Goodbye Scarlet.”

“Good night Dean.”

I end the call and lay the phone down feeling better then I did. Him also seeming to know how to make me feel better.

I put my almost dead phone on the bedside take and lay down. Closing my eyes I fall asleep quickly today taking its toll.

I wake up to someone shaking me. Opening my eyes feeling but not seeing the person standing over me I jump away from them screaming.

“Scarlet relax it’s just me.” Dean says turning his flashlight on letting me see him.

“You scared me to death I thought you were a rapist.” I say throwing at pillow at him my heart pounding.

“Well I tried calling you and you wouldn’t answer the phone.” He says making me realize I made him worry.

“It’s dead. No power remember. What are you doing here anyway?”

“You said you were sitting in the dark you think I was gonna leave you alone.” He says walking up to me.

Wrapping his arms around me I hug him him very warm compared to me.

“Baby your freezing.” He says pulling me closer.

I ignore the way my heart picks up when he calls me baby nuzzling into him.

“Thank you for coming.” I say shivering.

“Of course. Get back in bed I have a surprise.” He says pulling away from me.

“What surprise?”

I watch him put the flashlight in his mouth and then turn around to what I can guess is a heater. He bends down and flicks a switch and turns a dial.

“It runs off gas but no fumes come out so don’t worry about getting a headache.” He says standing back up.

“Where did you get it? I’m sure everything is closed now.”

“I got it from the shop. Don’t worry about taking it back it was mine to begin with.” He says setting a small battery powered lantern on the nightstand. It filling the room with a light blue glow letting me see Dean better.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask biting my lip.

“Because I don’t want you to freeze to death.” He says sounding different.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant your already fighting with my sister why risk coming out in the middle of the night?”

“Because I’m fighting with her.” He says pulling his jacket off.

“Huh?” I say as he places it over my shoulders.

I quickly put my arms threw the sleeves thankful for the warmth.

“She is already mad at me. I don’t care anymore.” He says sitting on the bed and starts taking off his shoes.

“Wait are you staying here?”

“If that’s alright with you.”

“Okay.” I say nodding not knowing how this night would go.

He picks up the tangled blanket and throws it back over the bed, only to pull it down.

“Come on sweetheart.” He says smiling at me.

Blushing I move to lay under the covers him getting in beside me pulling it up around us. He pulls me close to him and closes his eyes.

“Thank you.” I say softly burning my head in his neck not knowing how cold I was until I was next to something so warm.

He kisses the top of my head us both falling asleep tangled with each other.

[illeaadante]

These are my RWBY OCs! (plus Oscar)

Coquelicot (Cleo) Delamontangne: She has three younger brothers and their family were neighbors to the Arc family. Cleo grew up protecting her brothers from bullies and the Arc sisters, and that protective streak made her want to become a huntress. She also grew up helping her dad take care of her sickly mother whose semblance (hyper awareness) lead to sleepless nights. Her semblance helped her take care of her mother. She is the leader of team CORL until she steps down in favor of Oscar once he tells her what's going on.

Cleo's semblance is that she can make a kind of Dust that can put anyone to sleep except her. Her weapon is a saber that, like Myrtenaster, can spread Dust down the blade, but instead of a revolving chamber it has an old style french wallet gun on the handle. When the barrel of the gun is pointed one way, the dust in the bullet is released down the blade, when it's faced the other way, the bullet fires like a normal gun. She also has a foldable buckler that is infused with gravity Dust that, when activated, can repel enemies, launching them backwards, or can be used to glide to the ground in order to break a fall. It also has sleep Dust that can be release while hovering to catch people or grimm below, or that can fly up into the air in the case of a very hard hit.

Oscar Pine: In the world in which he becomes a part of team CORL, Oscar had traveled back in time to before Ruby and the others went to Beacon and joined them in the hope of preventing the future he had just escaped by using the four relics to create an alternate timeline using Ruby's first fight with Torchwick as a jumping off point. He replaced his younger self, so he is seventeen in this timeline and enters Beacon with everyone else. He didn't want to break up teams RWBY and JNPR and he didn't want to be on team CDNL, so he aimed to be paired with one of the other students. He got Cleo. Eventually, he told his team as well as everyone else important about the world he came from and Cleo stepped down as team leader, telling Oscar that he should lead them. He accepted and the team was renamed OSDN (obsidian).

Oscar's semblance is slowing down or stopping time. The cane that he creates for himself has a revolving dust chamber like Myrtenaster and two triggers, one for  releasing the cane, and one for releasing the dust. There is also a blade on one side of the cane, and the blade length is adjust able so that he can also stab people with the tip.

Reyna Silver: Reyna lives in a decently sized town in Anima with her two dads. She was always their little princess and they dote on her and do their best to make her happy. Her fathers' own a weapon and armor shop that specializes in Dust infused  pieces. Reyna's been working in their shop since she was little because it makes her happy. Reyna decides to be a huntress when she realizes what her semblance is, in order to make the world better as well as feeling the need to atone for what she might have done to others without realizing.

Reyna's semblance is that she can tell anything what to do, and it will probably do it. There are limits, of course. From easiest to hardest to command: objects, natural phenomena (ex. wind),plants, animals, young grimm, old grimm, humans, faunas. She doesn't have that much aura to make her commands, which she thinks is a good thing because her control of her semblance is shaky. The simpler the command, the more effective it tends to be as well. Her weapon is a poleaxe with the pole in four parts. The hand grip on the pole has a dial for different modes as well as one to fire dust. The modes of the pole are normal, collapsed-- where the four parts of the pole fold up parallel to each other--, and extended. The sections of the pole are held together with gravity dust infused in the core of the pole. When in extension mode, the poles spread out an equal distance and can be used to hit far off enemies or the head of the axe can be buried in the ground while the flat base is used as a look out spot or to launch friend or foe high into the air.

Lapis Naphyre: She is an only child and only realized she was a girl two years before going to Beacon. Lapis is a badger faunus and has the coloration on her face, in her hair, and the ears of a badger as well as the incredibly thick skin. She spent most of her life in Menagerie before going to Signal Academy. She went to Signal because she wanted to learn how to protect the people she cares about as well as show humans that faunas are worth just as much as them by becoming the most well known huntress ever. Lapis plans to do that by making the entire profession of hunting obsolete with the help of her semblance.

Lapis' semblance is that she is unaffected by any toxin. She found this out when grimm attacked her home on the outskirts of Menagerie, she was stung by a Death Stalker and didn't even feel a little bit sick, except for the blood loss. Poisons, venoms, breathing in Dust, and even human or faunas made toxins don't do anything to her. Because of her semblance, Lapis has an interest in venom's and poisons and wants to find a poison that will kill all grimm it comes into contact with, without causing harm to anything else, if she could find a way to make it air borne, her goal would become a reality. Her weapon is a combination extendable claws as well as gauntlets for poison darts, acid sprays, and toxic gas. She has two sets of claws, ones that aren't poisoned for sparring, and ones that are for real fights.

[sultrysirens]

The DJ [Part 22]

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Paramount movieverse)

Rating: PG (light swearing)

Characters: Michelangelo, Lisa (OC)

Tags: interspecies, romance, fluff, hip hop, disc jockey, original character, shameless pwp, sex

[<<<FIRST<<<]

[Part 21]

[Part 23]

On the way to the mall, Jocelyn called up Cassie, inviting her to come along. Lisa was alright with that. She liked Cassie; the redhead was a lot less...intense than Jo was, making her a much more preferred companion to have around for lengthy amounts of time.

No offense to Jo, of course, it’s just that Lisa couldn’t handle too much of Jo’s specific personality. And although Mikey had a similar energy to him, Jo was flirty while Mikey was affectionate. It was totally different.

Besides, Mikey had learned how to read Lisa and dial things back if she was getting overwhelmed. Jo had no such dial.

Cassie, by turns, was just plain calm.

Meeting them at the mall, Cassie joined the group and off they went. There was a lot of idle chatter about subjects Lisa didn’t generally follow -- fashion was a prominent one, and the girls stopped by every jewelry store to gawk at the glimmering gems, both things which Lisa had little passion for. Despite her multiple piercings, she just wasn’t into this stuff -- she had one accessory for each hole she’d punched into herself and that was all she needed, she thought.

Jocelyn and April, in particular, were of wholly different minds, and even Cassie perused the pretty earrings and necklaces at length. But while Lisa didn’t join them outright, it did make her think....she didn’t really like her brow piercings. She’d been thinking of taking them out, and maybe replacing them with a nose ring instead.

She wondered what Mikey would think of her if she came back with a cute little ring in her nose and her brows rings missing.

Ultimately Jocelyn couldn’t resist the lure of the shinies and got herself a pretty ruby pendant on a delicate silver chain, even wearing it out of the store. Cassie had convinced her not to get the matching ruby earrings -- yet -- by pointing out that they didn’t match all that well, anyway. And then the procession moved onwards, and Lisa found herself going from clothing outlet to clothing outlet as her companions gleefully went through racks of pretty, stylish things Lisa didn’t particularly like.

At first she just offered weak comments and opinions on the things the others held up and tried on -- until Jo went out of her way to drag Lisa into things.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like any of this,” Jo said, dumbfounded. She waved at the whole of the store, elegance in every corner; it was fully her style, Lisa thought.

But those skinny jeans and button-up blouses and sundresses were not Lisa’s.

Shrugging, she replied, “Not really? I mean, look at me. Unless you can find t-shirts with witty comments or baggy shorts and hoodies, I’ve got nothing to do.”

Jo gave her an appraising sort of look, then said, “I got a feeling there’s a hidden stylist in you, Lisa. You just haven’t let her out. So try again -- for me,” she prompted. “Take another look. Anything catches your eye, just try it on, see how it looks.”

When Lisa remained doubtful, Cassie threw in, “It’s just for fun, Lisa. No pressure to buy anything unless you really, really like it.”

Sighing, Lisa sent a look to April, wondering what the older female thought of all this; April just smiled back, shrugging.

“The point of coming here was to have fun,” she pointed out. “Go on -- give it a shot. Dress up, and if you don’t enjoy it, we’ll drop it. Right?” she added towards the others.

C-J nodded, so in sync Lisa couldn’t help a dry laugh. Those two really were just like sisters, she thought, and it gave her a pang right in the heart. Someday she hoped to have such a relationship, as well -- sure, she had Sam, but he was even less into the mall scene as she was.

Now, sighing, Lisa obliged, starting to prowl through the racks with a more discerning eye. And she could immediately tell how different her mind was to Jo’s; where the blonde meticulously perused the racks, holding up similar articles to compare them, Lisa just grabbed stuff that kind of looked okay.

She was quick to a decision -- maybe too quick, she thought. After all, Jo always looked like she’d walked right out of a fashion magazine, whereas Lisa looked like she was just plain poor. Maybe she should be more picky.

The other females trailed after her as she went, offering comments on the feel of this fabric or that pattern, and Jo even took and held the hangers Lisa pulled off the racks for her. And when Lisa realized she had given Jo a full armful of items, she hurriedly stopped the procession to head to the changing rooms.

The count came out to fourteen pieces, and she felt ridiculous as she started trying them on -- and wincing as her reflection kept showing a girl whose breasts were too big to comfortably fit into anything. Damn it.

She was about ready to call it a day when Jo called out, “Well, you gonna show us or what?”

Oh. Right. That was usually part of this, haha. Lisa was supposed to go out and do a pirouette for her friends -- her friends who had no idea she was a full f-cup (though, granted, that was her measurement, and actual bras sometimes failed to accurately reflect that).

Shit.

She opted to put on the least-defining ensemble she’d picked, then came out, careful to hunch a little so her tits were less noticeable.

She may as well have tried to hide a watermelon; all three immediately dropped their gazes to her chest and stared, thunderstruck.

In a snap, Lisa was back in the changing room with a tiny whine, thinking to herself that this was weirdly even more difficult than standing before Mikey had been. Having his gaze glued to her chest had made her want to run, too, but the point of the reveal had been to let him see it -- so she could get over her self-doubt and be more open with him. It was more of an exercise for herself than it was a gift for him, really.

Standing before the shocked eyes of April, Jo and Cassie had no such benefit.

“Whoa, hang on!” Jo called, yanking back the curtain as Lisa closed it.

Arms crossed over her chest, Lisa retreated, snapping, “Jo! Get out!”

Instead, Jo stepped in, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Then, facing Lisa, she lowered her voice, saying, “Okay, let’s back up a few steps here. First -- have you seriously been hiding those all through high school?”

When Lisa gave a stiff nod, feeling cornered and suddenly scared, Jo coughed out a laugh.

“Okay -- and why?” Jo prompted.

Giving a pathetic whimper, Lisa confessed, “Cause girls are mean.”

Understanding dawned, Jo nodding as she got the picture. “And I suppose I didn’t make it any better, barging in here?” she checked.

Lisa shook her head. Right then her mind was actively confusing Jo for Sarah, and she found herself unnerved and wary, as if she was expecting a hidden camera or sucker punch to the jaw. 

Both events had happened before.

“Okay, well -- stand up straight,” Jo directed, pulling on Lisa’s arms to make her stop hunching over. “Two things: one, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” she coached, “and two, you have nothing to fear. We’re friends, right?”

Hesitant, Lisa nodded, though she was unable to let go of her instinctive fear of pretty blondes at the moment.

“That means,” Jo told her, “I’m going to support you. No matter what. Now, what do you say we try this again? I’ll go back out,” she said, inclining her head at the curtain, “you wait a second and come out. I promise, no one will be staring. We’ll critique the outfit and nothing else. Okay?”

Desperate to be done with this confrontation, Lisa murmured, “Okay.”

Pleased, Jo nodded and backed out, and Lisa heard her explaining things to Cassie and April. Using the time to its full benefit, Lisa coached herself in calming her rampant, nervous heart and telling herself to straighten up. She didn’t need to thrust her chest out in the air, but she wasn’t going to let herself slouch, either.

And, she admitted to herself, this was probably a perfect opportunity. She trusted Jo and Cassie, and she believed April was a good person -- she knew they’d protect her from any kind of unwanted or hateful attention. All she had to do, then, was teach herself to quit hiding all the time. Luckily, that was her goal, anyway; now that she was out of school and away from immature children she desperately wanted to let go of her bullied past, to get over her fears and embrace who she was...and what nature had given her.

It was just ridiculously hard to follow through on that.

This would be good for her self-confidence, she knew it. The only problem was actually stepping back out there and letting the others really see her. She couldn’t imagine what they were thinking -- or, rather, she could, as she’d heard plenty of voiced thoughts during her early teens, and that was the main thing holding her back, now.

Ugh, what a disgusting girl. Must have daddy issues. Need more attention, bitch? How’s this? Have some self-respect. Haha, what, you tryin’ to be the most popular girl in school, whore?

The worst part about bullying, she mused, was how deep the words could cut -- and how it lingered for years afterwards. She wondered if those bullies would’ve still said all those hateful things, had they known how devastating they could be.

Probably. That was the nature of bullies, after all. 

Snapping herself back to reality, Lisa gave an inward shake, refocusing. The past didn’t matter -- Mikey had said so multiple times, now, and she believed him. Now all she had to do was follow through and let go.

Then walk out of the changing room and stand still, letting her friends eyeball her chosen clothing. Hah -- yeah, still hard, she thought, eying the curtain warily. It felt like there were crocodiles on the other side.

Treat it like a one-time event, she told herself -- again. No regrets. It was a strangely helpful mantra, and she repeated it over and over as she faced the curtain. Pulling it aside with difficulty, she stepped out, awkwardly gave a spin, and waited.

Jo, she saw immediately, was staring at her pants with a drawn brow. Cassie kept glancing between her shirt and pants, above and below her waistband, as if comparing the colors, and April seemed more concerned with Lisa’s choice of shoes. She was wearing her yellow Converse, as usual, and it clashed badly with the khaki slacks and blue long-sleeve blouse she’d picked.

Ugh, she looked like a fashion disaster, she thought.

After a moment Jo spoke up, declaring, “Okay, new rule: Lisa and brown don’t mesh. No more of that,” she told Lisa firmly. “And I think long sleeves aren’t flattering. I’m thinking halter top and booty shorts.”

“What?!” Lisa snapped, horrified. Booty shorts?!

“Trust me, you’ll look so hot,” Jo told her.

Lisa squeaked, she was so distraught. “I-I don’t want--”

“You have killer legs,” Jo interrupted. “Now do you wanna show them off or hide them away?”

The fact that Lisa couldn’t even answer that was apparently answer enough. And, taking that as her cue, Jo clapped her hands and then disappeared into the racks again.

Lisa looked pointedly at Cassie. “What just happened?” she demanded.

“You became Project A,” Cassie answered dryly.

For the next two hours, Lisa was dragged from one clothing store to the next, her three friends swarming her with suggestions, comparisons, and a full rainbow of color. In the end, Lisa didn’t buy a single thing -- she was too uncomfortable with it, on top of still being too poor for a shopping spree -- but Jo went ahead and got her something as a gift.

Lisa damn well tried to reject it, but Jo was adamant in this. “You deserve something gorgeous, something that accents your features,” Jo told her, “even if all it does is collect dust in a drawer.”

The chosen pieces? A halter top and booty shorts. Lisa had only put them on to placate the blonde, but Jo had immediately cooed over them, calling Lisa a “hot mama” -- a term that had gotten Lisa to quickly strip them right back off as she blushed to high Heaven.

And now they were in a bag, and whether she liked it or not (she kinda liked it), she was taking them home. Y’know, to gather dust in her drawer. Nothing else. She’d never actually wear it anywhere.

Ever.

But aside from the forced clothing shopping (resulting in one parcel for Lisa and multiple for each of her three companions), it really was fun. They did a ton of talking, learning a lot about one another as they went (excluding Cassie and Jo, who already knew everything about each other), and there was a lot of laughter involved.

Twice a group of males tried to hit on them and Lisa got to watch Jocelyn and April verbally throw a smack-down on the haughty guys. It was kind of hilarious, though Lisa did feel a little bad for one of the men -- he turned beet red, looked mortified, and afterwards he slunk off, clearly nursing a bruised ego.

She hoped he’d think twice before engaging with a group of queens (and one cockroach) in the future.

Noon rolled around and they had lunch in the food court, then made another round through the mall, poking their nose into each outlet and pointing out cute or pretty or interesting things they found. At one point they were in a Spencer’s and Jo, snorting, displayed a penis-themed drinking straw.

And then -- and Lisa had no idea how this had happened -- they went out for drinks and she ended up with a fuzzy navel. Being just barely over eighteen and never having consumed alcohol before, she was understandably wary, but she went ahead and tried it anyway.

Her conclusion: fuzzy navels were amazing. It tasted so good, and maybe that was because she overheard April directing the bartender to make each drink “light”; either way, she got a strong flavor of orange and loved it.

Though she was surprised that the bartender hadn’t carded the whole group -- technically, shouldn’t they have been thrown out? Three of them were eighteen; only April was over twenty-one. Evidently the guy either didn’t care or just really wanted a sale, because he left them alone.

And, Lisa noticed, whereas April let the girls order what they wanted, she only had one drink and followed it with plain waters. By the time they were out of the bar -- now well past noon -- the drinks had gone to Lisa’s head and all she wanted anymore was to just go with the others wherever they wanted. With April as their chauffeur, they hopped from place to place, stopping wherever anyone wanted to stop.

Among the list: two specialty clothing stores, Grand Central Station, a movie theater (nothing interesting was showing) and three more bars. April was responsible, keeping away from any alcoholic beverages and even stopping the others from drinking after a certain point -- which was good cause Lisa was feeling weird by the end.

She kept having blackouts of activity and coming back to find herself (usually) in the same place she’d been when it started, which she recognized was good, but while logic dictated she should feel alarmed by that, she didn’t. At some point she realized she’d taken off her hoodie and tied it around her waist, and was surprised to notice she felt no fear or embarrassment.

It was liberating as hell, and she enjoyed it while she could.

Overall, their group just kept getting louder with time -- Jocelyn’s was the biggest voice, but Lisa soon climbed to a close second. Cassie was constantly holding Jo’s hand, too, and after a while Lisa joined in by taking Jo’s other hand.

The blonde clearly loved it, grinning and swinging their joined arms.

But, eventually, the crazy date ended. April drove Cassie home (she’d taken the bus, thankfully, and had no vehicle to retrieve), then the remaining trio went back to the Lair. They sang along with the radio on the way back, and were still singing as they climbed out of the car and faced their respective boyfriends.

Casey was clearly amused, smirking at the females, whereas Raph was struggling to hold back laughter. He immediately took Jo’s bags from her, hoisted her up over his arm, and carried her off as she giggled madly. April, being sober by now, just happily went up to her man and kissed him.

Lisa barely noticed, her admittedly spotty focus zeroing in on Mikey. She was oblivious to the shocked looks she was getting as she tossed herself at him, having forgotten about her hoodie by now.

“Miss me?” she giggled, grinning.

Mikey was clearly surprised. “You’re drunk?” he demanded.

“Nuh-uh!” she denied. “I’m buzzed. April said so.” She thought.

He didn’t seem to know how to react to that. A little concerned, he tugged her hoodie from her waist, saying, “C’mon, you should put this on.”

She whapped it away when he tried to put it on her arms, whining, “Uh-uh, it’s hot. Don’t want it.”

“Lisa,” he said, holding her chin still to keep her focused on him, “I’m tryna help you. You’ll regret this later.”

Probably, but right then she didn’t care. Stepping back, she tossed out her arms and declared, “Maybe, but right now I just wanna be free, okay?”

He didn’t look any happier, she noted. Geez, she thought, why can’t he just be happy? Raph was happy with Jo...

Sighing, Mikey came up and hefted her up in his arms. She couldn’t help a delighted laugh from the move, the rush tickling her. She was immediately confused, though; why was he taking her into the tunnels?

Perking up, she demanded, “Hey, where’re we goin’?”

“Takin’ you home,” he answered, sounding weirdly grim.

Seriously? She didn’t want to go home -- and why was he so displeased? She’d had fun all day, and now he was clouding her high.

She wriggled, trying to extricate herself from his solid grip; he gave her a sharp look, and the surprise she felt right then halted her struggles. Okay -- what the heck?

Starting to feel her eyes fill, her good mood crashing, she murmured, “What’d I do...?”

He stopped, face falling. “I just...this isn’t you,” he told her.

Says who?! Her heart was starting to ache, getting this from him. “What’s ‘this’?” she demanded, hearing her voice crack. “Me being happy? Not feeling all ashamed of myself all the time?”

“Kitten,” Mikey whined, “that’s not what I mean. You’re not--”

“--confident, powerful, or happy with myself?” she cut in.

“No--”

“I don’t wanna be that stupid girl anyway, why can’t I be someone else for a little while? Why d’you hate that?!”

“I don’t -- you’re getting this all wrong,” Mikey told her, starting to panic.

“Right -- because I’m so stupid, I can’t figure out--”

“You are not stupid, Lisa!”

Well, she certainly wasn’t smart enough to understand what he meant, was she?!

“Put me down!” she snapped, anger erasing her sorrow.

Reluctantly, he did so, and once she was on her feet she snatched her hoodie from his grasp. Once she had it on and zipped up, she spread her arms, feeling angry tears brimming as she blurted, “Happy?!”

He looked like he was going to cry, actually, and though she felt bad about that, it was too weak to battle her pique.

Scoffing, she turned and went back to the Lair, wiping at the wetness in her eyes as she went. She sought out April again, getting the other woman’s attention with a choked, “H-hey, c-can you take me h-home?”

Concern radiated off April as she got up from her seat to approach Lisa. Though April was shorter, she was also wearing heels, bringing the two up to eye level. And, as she reached out to cup Lisa’s cheek, she asked, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Lisa muttered. It made her chest hurt even thinking about it, anyway. “Forget it. A-anyway, can you?” she prompted.

This sucked. She’d wanted to enjoy the rest of her day with her boyfriend, had envisioned them goofing off in the skate room and challenging his brothers to WiiU games and kicking their butts. She’d wanted it so bad -- but she couldn’t be here anymore.

Knowing Mikey didn’t like her feeling uninhibited made it too painful to stay.

“Of course,” April assured her, voice gentle. Giving Lisa’s arm a tug, she led them down to the car again. It was just as well, Lisa thought; her bags were in the car, anyway.

But when she reached for the door handle, her hand was suddenly caught and pulled; Lisa found herself getting spun around, and before she had herself oriented enough to figure out what was happening, lips crashed into hers in a desperate, frantic kind of kiss.

She heard herself squeak from surprise, body locking down as her previous anger battled against affection for supremacy. She knew, without thought, that this was Mikey kissing her and that he was apologizing, in a way, and her instinctive reaction was to immediately forgive him.

She wanted to -- but her heart ached too much to just give in. She yanked her face away, covering her mouth to prevent another such apology.

Undeterred, he just held her a little tighter, moving to kiss her cheek and temple instead. Just this was persuasive enough to get her to accept him, her free arm sliding around his neck in a loose but insistent hold.

“I’m so sorry, Lisa,” he told her between pecks to her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just feeling scared, is all. But, hey, if you forgive me, I’ll let you beat me in Smash Bros,” he offered with a weak smile.

God, he made her want to cry. Her eyes felt like they were going to overflow any second, making him look all wobbly.

Sniffing, she muttered, “You were gonna get rid of me, though.”

Shocked, he blurted, “No -- I just wanted you to be somewhere safe while you recovered. Honest.”

“It isn’t safe here?” she pressed, her voice started to rise in pitch as her battle against sorrow steadily lost its footing.

She could feel him starting to panic again, and he actually did a little bounce in place as he fought with himself. “Well, yeah, of course it is -- b-but, y’know...it’s different,” he offered weakly.

This wasn’t helping her fragile emotional state at all. She whined, “Y-you just don’t wanna see me like this!”

Ugh, god, that was a crushing realization -- her own boyfriend didn’t want to see her as anything but the broken, weak, mousy little roach that she was! He’d just as soon get rid of her the moment she felt confident in herself!

With a panicked whine, he denied, “No -- I don’t want my brothers to see you like this!”

Like that was any better?! “Why?” she demanded, her voice rising to a sharp snap. “You think I’ll suddenly be like -- like hey, Leo, wanna shag?! You know I wouldn’t--”

“I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret,” he told her firmly.

“Like what?!”

“Like -- I dunno, like stripping and running around naked or something! You’d regret that, you know it--”

Horrified, she shot back, “You think I’m so drunk I’d go streaking?!”

“No, but -- I dunno, I just--”

“Enough!” she snapped. “Might as well just say you don’t like me being happy with myself, cause that’s what you mean!”

All at once he looked pissed. But instead of saying anything, he instead yanked her against him and kissed her, his tongue delving past her lips.

A coil of hunger threaded right through her, undeniable even with her as incensed as she was. A part of her wanted to just bite down, teach him a lesson -- the rest of her just moaned, so easily seduced by his kiss it was pathetic. She kept trying to fight, but instead of pushing him away, she clung; instead of turning her face, she angled her head for better access; instead of making him stop, she kissed him back.

And it sent hot, needy pulses through her, coalescing between her legs and making her want to crawl up him like a vine. She might have, if he didn’t have such a strong grip on her.

By the time he drew back, she was feeling dizzy in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol she’d consumed. And though she tried to follow him, lifting his head was all it took to get out of her range. She whined, trying to pull him back down with what feeble strength she had.

Now much more calm, he murmured to her, “I love you, Lisa. You know that. I love you when you’re cute, when you’re lost in your own world, when you’re sexy, when you’re taunting me, when you share your stories with me -- and when you’re drunk. That won’t change. But I also want what’s best for you,” he added more solemnly, “and right now, that’s being somewhere where you can’t do anything to harm yourself -- physically or emotionally. That means going home. Okay?”

And now she felt like crying again -- because his words pierced her right through the heart, as real as being struck by Cupid. Sniffling, she replied, “And all I want is to be here, with you. I wanna stay. I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised with another sniffle, “I just wanna be with you.”

Now Mikey looked on the verge of tears, too. He paused, seeming to think it over, before giving her a tentative smile. “You sure about that? What if I said you gotta do log rolls from one side of the Lair to the other?”

Straightening up, she made to walk over to the main exit tunnel, ready to show him how serious she was; he caught her, keeping her from going even half a step.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, “you’re serious. I get it. And fine, you can stay -- but I’m so gonna take advantage of this right you just gave me. I hope you like giving shell rubs, cause you’ll be doing that for the next three hours.”

“Should I get the hot oil first?” she retorted, starting to smile.

He grinned. Then, sobering, he directed, “But first: water. Wanna get you sober again.”

“Aww,” she whined, even as she followed him, hand-in-hand.

[>>>NEXT>>>]

[styomi]

Fifteen study dates | 15-day prompt challenge | Sweet Pea/OC | Day 12

AN: And, with this one, we’ve officially entered into the kink territory… Enjoy the ideas, you little curious ones :D

Info:

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea/OC Rating: T Word count: 1718 + 120 bonus Chapter count: 12/15

                                                   Stay still for me

Ruby was seriously regretting taking Mattie’s challenge and signing up for the art class at school. It was positively kicking her butt. The worst part, though, was the fact that her current assignment was to draw someone important in her life. And, she probably would’ve asked Jo to sit down for a portrait, because he wouldn’t’ve bothered her, no matter how crappy it came out. But, her father was out of town for work, like usual. So, that left her with the next best thing. Ruby groaned in advance and grabbed her phone, dialing a familiar number.

“Hey, short stuff,” Sweet Pea’s attractive rumble came from the other side of the call. “What’s up?” Ruby closed her eyes, praying for patience.

“Are you busy?” She asked, opting to take the least destructive road. Teasing would come, she knew, but that didn’t stop her from attempting to postpone it as much as she could.

“Not really, just hanging out with the guys.” Toni’s voice protested from his side, making Ruby grin. “And girls.” Sweet Pea corrected himself pointedly, more for his friend’s sake than anything else.

“Well, then… um… Canyoumodelformyartclassportrait?” Ruby rushed to get it all out, the words jumbling together in a smushed sentence.

“Errr, can I what?” Sweet Pea asked. “Didn’t catch that last part of mumbo-jumbo.”

“I’m in art class.” Ruby started again, her face on fire.

“A beautiful fact well-known to all, I don’t doubt. What’s that got to do with me?” Sweet Pea was quick to shoot back teasingly. She was already regretting calling him. She should’ve asked Toni or Fangs. Maybe even Jughead.

“We have a portrait assignment. Someone important in your life.” The girl couldn’t back down then. She’d already stepped into the mess with one foot.

“Oh, want me to ask Toni to come over?” He asked, voice going a bit distant as he moved away from the speaker, undoubtedly looking for the purple haired Serpent.

“No, you,” Ruby quickly cut him off. “I want to draw you,” Sweet Pea laughed. He actually laughed at her. Ruby snapped and cut the call off. She would just draw Jo from memory or something. Her phone rang again from the spot on her desk where she’d tossed it in mild anger and embarrassment. She watched Sweet Pea’s name flash on the screen for a few seconds before giving in and picking up the call. “What?” Ruby’s tone was anything but courteous.

“I’m coming over,” Sweet Pea replied in his usual rumble. “I’m leaving the quarry now, so I’ll be there in ten.” Ruby felt her anger vanish at his calm tone.

“Alright. See you in a bit.” When the line cut off, the girl placed her phone on her sketchbook gently, looking at the dark screen for a few moments. Then, she jumped up from her chair. Ruby rushed to her wardrobe, throwing the drawers open and looking for something nice to wear. Finally, she settled on a light blue sundress with a golden pattern of a phoenix on the front, which Mattie had drawn with some fabric paints when she’d come over. It took the girl a few minutes to have the dress on, tame her long hair with a brush and finally apply some casual mascara and her Chapstick. With a final check in the mirror, she decided that she looked nice enough, but not date-worthy. So, perfect. The doorbell rang Chili’s barking ringing throughout the house. Ruby jumped and rushed down the stairs barefoot, pulling the door open with a sharp motion.

“So, how naked should I get for this assignment?” Sweet Pea was leaning in the doorway, a smug smirk on his lips.

“It’s just a portrait. So, not at all.” Ruby shot back with a small smile, letting him in. Instantly, her dog started singing a different tune, trying to get the biker to pet him with passion.

“Bummer, I think that I’d be a great nude model.” Sweet Pea bent down a bit, petting the eager Chili across the back, then ruffled his ears and let the pooch go. As Ruby led the way to her bedroom, the dog stopped following them, retreating downstairs, where he usually hung out.

“Sit there and don’t move, if that’s possible,” Ruby instructed, making Sweet Pea plop on the window seat and get settled in. He shrugged off his signature leather jacket and tossed it on her bed, before starting to mess with the pillows on the seat, checking out the books and notes on it and looking out at the driveway.

“So, how’s it coming?” The boy asked after the first half an hour. Ruby was focused on her sketchpad, her pencil always moving and eraser coming up from time to time to correct something. She tossed him a glare at the question. Sweet Pea threw his hands up and leaned back, taking up one of the books she’d been reading and opening it. He started skimming through the pages at first. Then, he actually focused on it, becoming immersed in the storyline and reading it slowly. It gave Ruby plenty of time to draw him.

She wasn’t a good artist by any means. Mediocre, at best. But, at Mattie’s challenge to take an art class and develop that skill, she couldn’t resist. Now, drawing Sweet Pea, she wished that she was better. She knew that she couldn’t do his handsome face justice on the paper. After a while, Ruby lost focus and just ended up staring at the tall biker, ridiculously out of place in her window seat, reading a romance novel she’d been given for her birthday by her best friend, Mattie, as a joke.

“Am I distracting you?” Sweet Pea asked after a while, his eyes leaving the page and meeting hers over the top of the book.

“Incredibly.” Ruby sighed, closing her sketchpad and tossing it on the table, along with her pencil and eraser.

“Does that mean that we’re taking a break?” Sweet Pea eagerly suggested. “Because this thing has some very interesting suggestions that I’m just dying to try out.” He put the book up in the air, waving it. Ruby couldn’t resist laughing. She knew that the book had quite a few intimate scenes, rather descriptive, too.

“Mattie gave it to me,” she elaborated. “As a joke, of course.” But, Sweet Pea was already grinning wide from his spot.

“Maybe your bestie just wanted to help us spice it up from time to time,” he waggled his eyebrows and she lost it, bending over with laughter. “Seriously, that scene with the blindfold… Damn, it sounds good.”

“Do you want to try it, then?” Ruby suggested, rising from her seat. She walked over to the door of her room, taking a scarf from one of the hooks. When she turned, she saw that Sweet Pea’s eyes had been glued to her behind the whole way.

“Sure,” he replied, swallowing thickly. Ruby walked over to the window seat, pushing the books to the side to sit next to him and handed him the scarf. Sweet Pea’s hands were cold when they wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. It told her that he was beyond excited about their little game. “Can you see anything?” He asked, voice coming from right in front of her. Ruby felt his hot breath on her face, smelling of peppermint and some kind of food. He’d probably chewed a gum on his way to her house.

“All dark,” Ruby replied, her voice trembling.

“Alright. Tell me if we go into weird territory, okay?” Sweet Pea’s rumble sent a pleasant chill down her spine.

“We passed it some time ago.” But, the comment wasn’t a biting remark, rather, a sentence of consent, which Sweet Pea knew well. It was like pressing the play button. The first thing Ruby felt was a soft brush of Sweet Pea’s fingers along her neck, down to her collarbone and then they traced the top of her dress and vanished. She took a shaky breath, waiting. Next, his hand took hers, interlocking their fingers. For once, hers were warmer than his. His lips were on her cheek then, gently trailing over it, without a kiss, but with a teasing touch. And, as he neared her mouth, Ruby leaned in, expecting a proper kiss, but met air. She huffed in disappointment.

“Relax, cupcake,” Sweet Pea whispered into her ear, almost making Ruby jump out of her skin. She had had no idea that he was there. “I’ve got you.” The next touch came in a form of a kiss to her neck, making her sigh. Sweet Pea knew what he was doing when it came to neck kisses. They were open-mouthed, hot, coupled with gentle and hard nips, along with promises of hickeys which usually stained Ruby’s skin for days. She couldn’t resist reaching up with her hands, letting go of his fingers, and following his arms up to his shoulders, neck and finally settling for pulling on his hair. It was gelled, an annoying fact that made running her fingers through it hard, but she wasn’t in the business of gentle toying with his locks then. Ruby just wanted to tug on the damned thing and make him kiss her properly. So, she did.

Sweet Pea obliged, his lips meeting hers gently at first, but she deepened the kiss immediately, her tongue seeking out his. It was sloppy, as Ruby couldn’t see anything, and she’d always preferred having her eyes open when kissing. However, the two managed. Then, Sweet Pea pulled away and his arms came around her, hefting her small body up and carrying her somewhere. Ruby sighed, excited by the suspense of not knowing what was going to happen next.

Then, her back met the mattress and she felt Sweet Pea lean against her body, the weight a familiar and welcome feeling. Ruby’s arms came up to go around his shoulders, but he pushed them down.

“No touching, tater tot,” Sweet Pea ordered her. “I sat still for you earlier. Now, it’s your turn.” Ruby nodded shakily and her fingers twisted into the covers, holding on for dear life. She managed to let him do as she wished for a while before she abandoned all thoughts of obeying his wishes.

I’m looking forward to hearing what you guys thought of this one :D

Taglist: @enticinghell @projectcampbell @sweetscamille @xoxodege

Previous parts: Day 1: A way to memorize Day 2: How to prepare for a study date (?) like a proper gentleman Day 3:  With proper motivation, anything is possible Day 4:  PG13 PDA sugar can be good motivation Day 5: Autumn time is picnic time Day 6: It’s best when we can compete Day 7:  Master of procrastination and his jailer Day 8: Take me anywhere, everywhere, away from here Day 9:  Dirty French for beginners   Day 10:  I need… sleep?… no, you… Day 11:  Delirium   Day 13:  Debate? Apparently, a turn-on   Day 14: Two-seater and Chinese   Day 15:  Unintentional intentions  

                                                          Bonus

“What the heck is that?” Toni asked, looking at the drawing Sweet Pea had pinned to the DIY cork board he had above his desk.

“Ruby drew me for her art class,” the tall Serpent shrugged. “I managed to convince her to let me have it.” The purple haired girl leaned away from inspecting the portrait done in pencil in order to raise her eyebrow at her friend.

“Sweet Pea, I love Ruby and all, she’s a darling in a small package…  But, that’s just plain ugly.” Toni spoke slowly like he couldn’t understand her. Sweet Pea laughed heartily and nodded.

“I know, but don’t let her hear that. If you ask me, she needs to drop that class ASAP.”

Now, I’m done :D

[thewarinourstarwars]

Genshin OC x Childe: Commissions and Compromise

author’s note | a quick little one-shot with my OC, Nadine the Toymaster of Fontaine, and in my little OC-centric world, the one who Childe commissions to make toys for Teucer. 

I hope you enjoy this OC and her interactions with the Eleventh Harbinger!

“A Mr. Cyclops, huh?” Nadine couldn’t help but smile as she used one of her tools to test the strength of the tiny Ruin Guard’s limbs. “What a clever name for them, that’s adorable.”

It was important to run a durability test on commissions like these. Children never meant to, but they could be rather rough on their toys. Smaller, more complex item like these could easily get destroyed right out of the box if she didn’t take it into consideration. 

Satisfied with the results, she set it down on the table and twisted a knob at the back. The little eye lit up a ruby red and it began to stomp on the table. Her tools shook and rolled around in the pastel painted box by her left elbow. 

“Alright, looks like this little Mr. Cyclops is good to go.” Nadine reached under the table. Next to the traditional red and violet boxes the Coppelius Emporium had used for centuries were white nondescript boxes. The occasions that required the white boxes were far and few in-between, but usually came around in commissions such as this.

The eleventh Harbinger watched the miniature Ruin Guard with great curiosity.

“How do you get it to run like that, and light up?”

“Can’t tell, I’m afraid.” Nadine’s voice was light and airy as she turned the dial back on Mr. Cyclops’ head. “It would ruin the magic!”

She winked as Mr. Cyclops went into the box. 

“All right, that should be everything!” She wrapped Mr. Cyclops in a sheet of scarlet tissue paper. “Let me know if you have any problems. If the toy needs repairs or is not to the child’s liking, you can bring it back here and we’ll repair it free of charge, lifetime guarantee.”

“Lifetime guarantee, huh?” Childe peered into the box.

“Technically more than that—I get called in to restore and repair toys made by my great-great-grandfather.” Nadine placed the lid on the box. “That’s part of the commission fee, actually—to cover any perpetuity repairs.”

“I see.” 

Nadine disliked the way his sharp eyes were watching her. But Nadine knew how to work under pressure after years of working the winter solstice lead-up. 

“Thank you,” the Harbinger added. “Teucer will love this.”

“It’s not a problem.” Nadine smiled. “Nothing’s more important than encouraging a child’s dream, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes.” He paused. “The rumors about the Coppelius Emporium and their toy master had far more merit than I’d expected.”

Nadine stiffened, recalling the night that the Harbinger had first arrived on her doorstep.

The summer rain hammered on the Emporium’s ceiling a little over a year ago. It started during the last hour of Nadine’s shift. The toy store itself had been locked down for about two hours, and Nadine was preparing to go home. She was turning off the lanterns, dousing the light and locking the registers so mora would not go missing in the middle of the night. 

Her designs were stored away in the hidden drawer under the work table. Some scoffed at the levels of secrecy employed the Emporium. It was ‘just toys’ after all. 

Never mind that for Nadine, toys were her art. Their design and creation were her masterpieces, meant to be enjoyed by all and copied by none with shameless ripoffs and counterfeits. 

Many underestimated the cutthroat nature of the toy business. 

She didn’t hear the knock at the back door over the rain. Only the creak of it opening pierced the ambience. 

“Marie?” She whirled around, expecting the housekeeper, or perhaps her mother. “Maman?”

There was no reply. 

Nadine grabbed one of the fire pokers, her knuckles white. Thieves were unfortunately common in Fontaine, and they were attracted to grand and luxurious places like the Emporium. 

But she was sure that with a poker and her vision, she could fend off most trouble-makers that roamed the City of Justice. 

She tread lightly, recalling her dance lessons. How those seemed like a lifetime ago! Her left leg was a little heavier, but she could hardly help that. It had taken so long to learn how to maneuver it like before the incident. . . 

She stepped into the remaining light of the workbench and the back door and froze. No ordinary thief had visited her. Instead, she was taken aback to a winter night when she was fourteen. She could smell the smoke, feel the flames—

The poker clattered to the ground.

The Eleventh Harbinger only smiled, oblivious to the alarm bells going off in Nadine’s head. “Sorry, didn’t get around until just now—are you Nadine Coppelius?”

Nadine rolled her hands into fists, ready to call the power of her vision to her hand. She would likely lose, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. The last time a Harbinger entered her life, her leg of flesh and bone had to be replaced with one made from enchanted tin. 

She cleared her throat. “I am.”

“Excellent—I was hoping to ask about your services—“

“I’m not here to make weapons.” Her voice was as cold as the Vision resting on her hip. “Go to a blacksmith if you want that.”

“Weapons?” He frowned. “You’re supposed to be a toymaker, aren’t you?”

A Harbinger wants.  .  . my toy commissions?

“I am.” Nadine forced her hands to relax. “You’re here for commissions, then?”

“I can pay up front.” He was smiling again. “Shouldn’t take up too much of your time.”

She glanced at the cuckoo clock. “I have a few minutes before closing. Let’s chat, then.”

He’d told her all about the mess he’d gotten himself into, not that it mattered much to Nadine. All she needed to know was the request and any special specifications—any situation regarding the Fatui was quite frankly none of her business. 

She didn’t even want to do commissions for Childe on the regular like this. The only reason she’d indulged him in the first place was out of a misplaced belief that it would make him go away faster. 

Instead, he became a regular and Nadine found herself compromising on the only thing that had changed after her father had left. 

No business with the Fatui, she’d declared when she took over the Emporium. No one in Fontaine would blame her. In Fontaine, there was right and wrong, and little in-between. 

If she believed it to be fully wrong to involve herself with the Fatui, then no one would argue that point. It was what was Right.

After all, that was where her father had gone Wrong. 

He’d been so desperate to become someone that he’d been willing to go with anyone who would give him that. He disposed of all principles and conscience so there would be no conflict about giving up peace for war, using innovation for destruction. 

And yet somehow Nadine found herself making a similar compromise. 

“Long day, then?”

He’d noticed that she’d gone quiet.

“Something like that, yes.” She focused on tying a red bow around the box, as neatly as she could manage. “Autumn has come, and so soon will the Winter Solstice. Hopefully I can make some advance progress on this year’s workload.”

“Would it help if I placed my commissions for the solstice now, then?”

She met his eyes. It would help if you walked out of my shop and never came back.

She smiled. “That would be helpful, actually, thank you.”

Nadine whipped out her commissions notebook. “I’d have to do them early because of shipping to Snezhnaya anyway—for Anton, Teucer, and Tonia, correct?”

“Yes—I’ll try to find out more about what they want the next time I see them.” He gestured toward the box sitting between them. 

“That would be great, thank you.” Nadine pushed the box toward him. “You don’t have to start the payment schedule until I know the details of the commission. You can schedule another appointment time with Clara at the desk up front, she’ll give you priority befitting your rank as a Harbinger.”

He nodded, thanked her again, then disappeared the same back doorway he’d darkened at the beginning of their little dance. 

As far as patrons in the Fatui went, he was certainly better than Dottore. Still, she knew he’d heard about her from recruits in the Fatui. It made her wonder what exactly her father was telling the men and women she worked with.

It made her wonder when Dottore would come looking for her too.

[sevenofsorrow]

noodler’s ocs

ruby winscome - college student. bisexual. goth kid but also?? popular and likes parties. fucks with ouija boards on a regular basis. drunk dials wrong numbers a lot.

soren collins - owns like five swords. nonbinary. anger issues. prone to acne a lot. acts without thinking. has to care for their mom. would die for their friends. punches bigots.

kiane crawley - always down to chill. likes things like art and music. LOVES to drive (learned when he was like twelve from his older brother). smokes too much. trans dude. literally everybody’s friend but doesn’t know anybody’s name.

lydia nyugen - literally half demon (has four eyes and purple hair). easily pissed off. has the best banter. “the government is spying on us rn”. hates teeth. usually seen with kiane - they’re pals. always calls shotgun.

flossie&luke callidus - *gasps* the twins. luke - over protective but he means well. smart. tries too hard. flossie - scatter brained and has a gift for empathy. always knows how people are feeling. too busy looking after other people to look after herself. thinks she’s dumb.

briony ??? - another nb. works like three jobs??? also very cool. once killed a demon with a baseball bat. looks scary but actually very kind and thoughtful. looks human but probably not 100%???

evie cruz - a leader type. always seems to know what she’s doing. very good at science. but also?? has really bad ocd. a Cool Girl. also kinda goth but casual goth. college student (on a scholarship).

natasha bechdel - incredibly well liked. sweet to everyone and likes helping with homework. a sci fi geek (trekkie for life). looks like a cinnamon roll and actually is a cinnamon roll.

veronica ??? - lesbian. has two moms. also very level headed and wise. still hasn’t had her braces taken off. likes comics. sucks at archery but tries really hard.

sapphire aka “saffy” - the introvert. definitely runs like seven different blogs. organised. barely talks. has the purest smile you’ve ever seen. fight or flight response is activated by cute girls. always offers umbrellas to strangers in the rain.

okay, now taking questions! 💖

[scullerflies-moved]

SO IM BORED SO IM GONNA TELL YOU GUYS WHAT MY POKEMON LEAGUE WOULD BE LIKE.

and bc i dont have a bunch of pokemon ocs i’ll be doing past cannon characters bc i’m lazy

this is also for Kalos bc its my favorite region :3

anyways lets get started:

The league is no longer the castle like it once was, but now it stands in Anistar city, standing behind the sun dial would be a gaurd, asking you to show your badges, and if you have all 8, he’ll let you by, after victory road, a you walk into a single room with every inch is coated in a teal crystal, with four doors. One door is an emerald green, another a deeper blue than the room, the third a graceful purple, and the one in the middle is a pearly white.

When you walk into the green door, you see a room that would be fitting to a small child, and an eerie but familar music box plays, and on the opposite side of the room is a young man with long green hair wearing a baseball cap. He looks up and smiles, stating the champion reminds him of an old friend of his, and you give off the same aura. He stays quite for a second, and mentions how much it seems your pokemon love you so, and sometimes, love is stronger than physical strength, and the battle begins. His team includes A seismetoad, a klink-klang, a liepard, and finally, a zororak. after you beat him, he simple smiles and says “You are strong, go fourth and show us the ideals of truth!”

In the dark blue door is an island room with calming waters, and standing in the middle of the island is a tall stylish man, he waves and says that you remind him of a trainer he battled, one that saved his home region from a battle of land and sea, and doubts you will keep up with that young trainer, his battle consists of a Sharpedo, Luvdisc, cradilly, and Milotic, after deafting you, he comments he want to give you a badge out of pure instinct, but laughs, and says “I said you reminded me of a young hero from my home, but know I see, you remind me of a silver haired man who is much more important to me”

In the purple door is no floor, you float in a purple void of space, and in a circle of stars is the former gym leader of Anistar city, she says you are like the former champion that saved the guardians of life and death, and you seem quite strong, she shall put you to a test of mind. She owns a two meowstick of the opposite gender, and a slowking. after beating her she simply nods and fades away.

and the final door, a black crystaled room with gray rocks, and hanging from the celing are jellicent like creatures, but they seem...odd, and in the room stands a young woman, with braided blonde hair, a graceful white sundress, and a large white sunhat, she says she has traveled from an island region to study pokemon after her special someone inspired her too. She says her love was the strongest trainer she knew, after all her training, she will try her best to beat you in her name. She has a Clefable, Beware, weavile, and an alolan persian. after you beat her, she says “...you may have bested me, i must train harder! For my brother and all the people I love!”

after you leave, a trap door that sparkles a rainbow color opens, after you enter it, I am standing there, chewing on a rubber toy hanging from a string around my neck, I look started, upon your apperance, but i look up at you and I say “You beat some of my greatest trainers! Good job! But I swear you’ll never beat me! I swear on my special intrests!” And the battle begins, I have a Serperior, a primarina, a delphox, a sceptile, a shiny toucannon, and finally, my beloved espeon.” After beating me, my chew toy falls out of my mouth as my jaw drops in shock, I then smile “Well by Cassiopea’s flowers, you got me! Well done! Bravo! You are worthy of entering the hall of fame!”  I then lead you to the hall of fame, I guide my hand to the machine and say “I have to go! My friends need my support! But you know what to do!” I suddenly dash out, and you enter the hall of fame, and only then you notice i am wearing stripped stalkings and ruby red slippers.