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SEVEN - 005

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[6.2k] based on 1x05.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, detainment, mentions of child abuse

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A/N‧₊˚ here's how I imagine TR's midsummer's outfit, also shoutout to Chris on the tumblr support team and bigger shoutout to @thepoguelife101 for helping me to get this uploaded.

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PETERKIN SLAMMED HER OFFICE DOOR SHUT. You sat in the chair across from her personal one, avoiding her eyes as she sat on the wood of the desk. “Y’know, I expected to see your friend in here. But not you.” The woman started. “Especially not with a felony as your first offense. Felony destruction of property could get you tried as an adult.”

You remained silent, fiddling with your fingernails as she tried to intimidate you with an unwavering stare. A common interrogation tactic, you learned that from your mother.

“Unlawful discharge of a firearm, trespass on protected habitat, felony destruction. Those are all Maybank’s charges, your little partner in crime?” She listed off. “I want you to take a trip with me into uncharted territory — your future. Picture this,” She started, leaning in further. “You, six months from now, sittin’ in juvie in Wadesboro, just a cell block away from the Maybank boy.”

You cringed at the thought, eyes finally looking at the Sheriff in front of you. She pulled out two papers from a manilla folder, laying them out in front of you. “You seen these guys? You know ‘em?” She inquired, crossing her arms over her chest as your eyes scanned the pictures.

They were mugshots of the square groupers. But you remained silent, jaw clenched and eyes stoic. “Do I need to repeat myself?” Her voice was lower now. You pondered for a few moments, should you tell her or keep quiet? But you figured the damage was already done.

“They…broke into John B’s house, trashed the place. They chased us through The Marsh, too.” You told her, making eye contact with the older woman now and scratching the back of your neck.

She huffed under her breath, pulling more documents from the folder. “Here’s a more recent photo.” She laid them out, the photos presented to you almost made you gag. They were autopsy images of the groupers — deep slashes, pale skin, and bloated bodies. “Somebody gaffed ‘em, then used ‘em for chum. Whoever killed these men is still out there, and I got pretty solid reasons to believe their next target is that friend of yours. John B?” She told you.

Then, she was leaning down so close that her lips were right next to your ear but you didn’t move. “You kids don’t think you’re the only ones after the Royal Merchant, do you?” Your eyes flicked over to hers, staring at the woman through hooded lids. “Yeah, I know about that, too.” She muttered before getting up and rounding the desk again, placing herself behind it.

“He isn’t looking for it, anymore.” You blurted, straightening in the metal chair. “Okay? He’s done.”

“Yeah, your friend said the same thing when I had him in here. I’m just tryna keep him safe. So, I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told him. See if your friend John B is interested in talkin’ to me and maybe we can keep you out of Wadesboro.” She snipped, shuffling the documents back into her folder and leaving the office.

“ARE YOU HER GUARDIAN?” The officer behind the reception desk asked, your mother shuffling with her purse angrily on the other side of the glass as you stood behind her.

“Unfortunately. I’m her mother.” She snapped, sending a nasty glare your way that you rolled your eyes in response to.

“Hearing will be in two weeks. If you fail to show up, you forfeit your bail.” The lady-officer informed, not even offering up a glance. “The restitution will be based on the average of three outside estimates of the cost of the damaged article. Sign right here, please...” She instructed, shoving the clipboard through the glass-slot.

You squinted your eyes harshly and sighed. You didn’t even think about restitution and your were praying that Topper’s boat wasn’t crazy expensive. You could faintly hear your mother muttering under her breath as she absentmindedly scribbled her signature on the bottom of the papers, spinning the clipboard back around to the officer before turning on her heels to face you.

“Let’s go. Now.” Her pumps clacked against the precinct floors, the woman practically throwing the Sheriff Station doors open. You followed closely behind, throwing your slightly matted hair into a ponytail. The jailhouse look was not your best one. “So, when I told you about the Thornton’s boat you just neglected to mention that you were the one that did it?”

You yawned as you tried to keep up with her pace, too tired to respond sensibly. “Yeah, I guess…”

She chuckled with no humor behind it. “The least you could do is pretend to care. The only reason I’m not going to make you pay this restitution your damn self is because I don’t need this becoming a bigger issue than it already is. Do you think I need the entirety of Figure Eight knowing my daughter’s facing a felony charge against one of the most prominent families on the island?”

“Right…” You dragged out, licking the bottom of your front teeth. “Because God forbid the Cul de sac finds out I sunk a boat after getting roundhouse kicked in the ribs...”

Your mother sighed, stopping on the driver’s side of her sleek, black SUV as your rounded the passenger side. Just then, you spotted JJ walking with his father, who you hadn’t seen in God knows how long. Your mother seemed to follow your line of vision, wagging her finger from the other side of the car.

“No. You?” She pointed. “You stay away from that boy, do you hear me? You stay away from all of those pogues.”

“Are you serious? He’s my best friend.”

“Yeah, well not today, he isn’t. Get in the damn car.” She spat, yanking her own door open and jumping inside before slamming it shut. You stood with your hand on the handle, watching JJ hesitantly get in the car with his father. Reluctantly, you opened your own passenger side door and got inside. Your mother nearly broke the key with the aggressive that she started the car with.

Your eyes were glued on Luke’s vehicle as your mother drove off but you could’ve sworn their car was shaking a crack-addict. And if you weren’t crazy, you saw a fist connect with a face through the back windshield. Your back straightened in your seat. “Wait, mom-”

“You mind your business.” She warned, looking between the road and you. “What happens between that boy and his father is none of your concern...”

YOU PRACTICALLY BOLTED UP TO THE COMFORT OF YOUR ROOM WHEN YOU WALKED THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR. Marley was sitting on your bed. You felt bad for being away from her so often recently, but you knew she could entertain yourself. You always left her three bowl of food and water when you had a feeling you’d be gone, knowing your mom didn’t care for the dog as much as she used to. Or at all, really.

Your mother had stopped her yelling and berating about ten minutes into the ride home, receiving a phone call from Shoupe. Even with the device to your ear, you could still make out what the man was saying.

He and Peterkin sent out units to basically spy on John B ‘s house, planning to wait until the boy appeared and make their move. Moments like this made you despise living on an island that was hit by frequent hurricanes, unable to warn any of your friends about what was happening, especially not knowing when John B would pop back up after his run from DCS.

The animal jumped off the bed at the sight of you, jumping on you as you knelt down to her height.

“Hey, Marls.” You cooed, scratching the retriever’s neck as you wiggled up underneath you. “I know, I miss you too. How you been, girl?”

“...Thanks, Anna. I’ll let her know..” Your mothers voice rang in your ears as she stopped in front of your open door, ending the call she was on. Her attention was directed towards you now as she rolled up the sleeves on her blazer slightly. “Clean yourself up. You’re going dress shopping with Kiara.”

“For?”

“Midsummers. You’re going.” You groaned, you’d never been to Midsummer’s because this was your first-year as a Figure Eight resident. With the help of Mrs. C, Kie’s mom, your mom managed to wiggle her way into the Island Club, scoring you an place at Midsummers. Kie described it as the ‘Met Gala from Hell’.

“Wouldn’t a better punishment be not allowing me to go?” You tried, even though you knew she’d never go for it.

“No because that’s exactly what you want, both you and Kiara.” She said, so you assumed this was a small punishment for your best friend, too. “Shower, buy a nice presentable dress, and be there. On time.” Was all the woman said before she continued down the hall to her own room.

Your eyes drifted down to the dog as you pouted, she was staring up at you cutely, mouth open and tail wagging. “I’ll steal you some sliders”

“SERIOUSLY, YOU LOOK GREAT.” Kie gushed beside you, eyeing your hair as you walked into the dress shop. “Like, I know neither of us want to go but you look like a goddess. For real.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, bell jingling above the door as you both entered the small corner shop on the mainland. “I won’t say I don’t want to go just yet. I’ve never been...” You told the brown-haired girl.

“Anything I can help you ladies with?” An employee approached with a bright smile, hands clasped in front of her. She looked so well put together.

“Oh, we’re okay. Thank you.” Kiara politely declined, leading to the racks in the back by your arm. “Everything in here is so hideous but there is a gold mine in the back. No pun intended.” She whispered as she tugging you towards racks you wouldn’t even know were there without her.

“Sometimes, people try and hide their shit on the clearance rack so no one will take it and they can come back and buy it later.” She told you.

You eyed a couple of dresses that peeked your interest — a slim black one, a floral green one, a lacey blue one. There were so many. You plucked up at least five dresses from the rack, Kie’s arms just as full as you both silently search, the shop music playing in the back.

When you were both satisfied, you rushed to the dressing rooms. Kie went first and you almost forgot how picky she was. The girl looked good in almost anything but when she walked out in a purple, cowl necklace, satin dress, you both knew it was the one.

“Oh my, Kie, you look so good!” You exclaimed, squealing like a school-girl. “The purple makes your skin look amazing, Kie, you have to get it.”

“I’m not leaving the shop without it.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, a smile on her face. “Okay, let me change so you can try yours on.” She said, slipping back into the dressing room as you gathered your hangers of dresses from the seat beside you and entered the room after she left.

The first couple of dresses were just not your thing. It was either too loose or unflattering in color. You were about to give up and head back to the racks until you realized you still had one more dress to try on — a mulberry colored dress with a sweetheart neckline. Slipping it on, you stepped out of the dressing room and did a twirl for a Kie.

“...If you don’t buy it, I fucking will.” She looked you up and down with wide eyes.

“Is that a yes?” You questioned.

“It’s a hell yes.” She scoffed. “You look stunning in that dress, Y/N.”

“Need any help in here?” The same employee from earlier came in, stopping in her tracks when her eyes landed on you. “My God, it suits you so well.” You weren’t sure if she was just doing her job but her compliment was all you needed to decide that this was your Midsummers dress, for sure. “Oh! I have just the thing to compliment it.” The woman gushed, rushing out of the fitting room and returning within seconds, a flower-band hairpiece in her hands.

She placed it gently atop your hair, adjusting it until it sat right. She told you you looked beautiful and left you and Kie to yourselves once more, not before bringing a matching hairpiece for Kie that suited her purple dress. The employee took all of your unwanted dresses back for you while the both of you re-dressed and went back out to search for shoes.

With Kie’s help, you settled on a pair of block-heel pumps that closely resembled the color of your dress. The woman at the register happily rung you both up, offering you a friendly smile on your way out the door. You were maybe five feet from leaving when a familiar head of blonde hair entered the shop as you and Kie were leaving, bumping in between the middle of both of you.

“Oh! I’m so sorry-” She stopped mid-apology when she realized who she was apologizing to. “Oh. It’s just you two.” Sarah’s tone wasn’t as cheery as she eyed you both up and down. “Midsummer’s?” She asked, motioning towards the bags in your hands.

“Yep.” Kie gave the girl a fake smile. “How about you? Out for prey?”

“Okay, you know what, Kie?” Sarah started, causing a scene in the small shop as you tugged on Kie’s arm.

“We should just go…” You whispered.

“Oh! And thanks for sinking my boyfriend’s boat, Y/n. Real classy.” You couldn’t help but scoff, edging in front of Kiara.

“Which boyfriend? I mean, it’s clear that Top isn't your main man anymore, so when’s the next guy gonna pop out?” The blonde girl smiled, licking the bottom of her top teeth before speaking.

“Be careful what you wish for.” She spoke in hushed tone, your eyes pinching in on each other.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” Kie jumped in.

“Is there a problem… over here?” An employee came over, a much older woman. The manager you assumed.

“No.” You replied, winding your arm through keys before pushing the store door open. “No problem at all.” You told the lady, eyes mugging Sarah as you left.

“EXCUSE ME SIR, DO WE HAVE TO SHUCK THESE OURSELVES?” Kiara put on a fake accent as you both snuck up behind Pope, the boy turning around with an irritated expression before realizing it was you two. “‘Cause it might mess up my costume.” Kie laughed.

He smiled and pulled you both into a tight hug. When he released you both, he turned to you first. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve never-”

“Pope, don’t. It was my idea.” He swallowed his pride, accepting that you wouldn’t allow him to apologize.

“Have you seen JJ? Since the arrest?” He asked, voice laced with worry.

You nodded. “We spent the night in the holding cell together. Last I saw him was when he left the station with his dad…” You told him, the events of this morning flashing in your mind. You knew JJ’s dad was a little off his rocker but now you were wondering just how bad it’s gotten.

Pope’s mind seemed to wander after that. You wanted to ask if he knew anything, if you were right to be worried but you decided to just wait until you saw JJ.

“You ever seen this many kooks in one place?” Kie cut in, staring at the growing crowd of people.

“Yeah,” Pope replied, standing next to her. “Last year.”

“We’re in the lion’s den.” She said solemnly, eyeing Topper and Kelce from across the field. Applause broke out prompting your attention to turn to the family entering the party — The Camerons. Rose, Ward, Rafe, Sarah, and Wheezie descended the stairs in typical Cameron fashion. “Here come Lord Capital and the Exploiters. This is gonna be fun…”

IT’D BEEN A COUPLE HOURS SINCE YOU’D ARRIVED AT MIDSUMMERS. You and Kie had been sneaking Pope drinks as he worked, almost getting busted by Heyward.

“Y’know, I’ll admit,” Kie started as you both leaned against each other while Pope continued preparing food in front of the grill. “This is a lot more fun with you guys here.”

“Aww,” You cooed, rubbing the girl’s arm. “We love you, too.”

She giggled. “Are you tipsy?” You looked up at her through your lashes as you leaned on her arm. You held up your hand, hovering your index finger and thumb in front of one another.

“Jus’ a little.” You whispered, eyes drifting around the party. You watched the party-goers dance and drink and socialize. But your eyes managed to land on a familiar head of scruffy blonde hair. “Is that JJ?” You perked up, taking your weight off of Kiara. You hiked up your dress slightly in order to speed-walk across the lawn and reach the boy, Kiara calling out behind you. “JJ!” you whisper-yelled, catching the boys attention.

He looked star-struck for the briefest of moments and he still hadn’t spoken when you reached him. You waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of it and watching a small smile edge on his features.

“It’s so good to see you, princess.” He cheered quietly pulling you into a tight bear-hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground. You didn’t hesitate to hug him back, wounding your arms around his neck right before he put you down.

But your smile dropped when you got a good look at his face. “JJ..” You whispered, fingers tracing the bottom of his lip where a large cut sat, a large bruise on his cheek. “Did your dad do this?”

His blue eyes met yours, pulling your hand from his face and holding it in his own and edging closer to you. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”

“What do you mean don’t worry about it, JJ? He can’t hit you like that-”

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.” He cut you off. “Okay? Just keep it to yourself. Please, Y/n.”

You looked between both of his eyes — they were pleading with you to just drop it. To let it go. And you didn’t want to. But JJ did. You nodded, squeezing his hand. “Okay…” you agreed. “Don’t worry about all of this, okay? My mom’s gonna pay the restitution, so if that’s why your dad’s mad just let him know-”

“It’s okay.” The blonde. “John B and I, we have a plan. We’re back in the G-game.” Your eyes went wide.

“But there was nothing there. The wreck was empty, JJ.”

“John B will explain everything, alright? But I have to do somethin’ really really quick.” He backed away, walking backwards from you, basically skipping. “And you look gorgeous, by the way! Prettiest Pogue Princess there ever was!” He mildly-shouted as he walked away, a bright smile breaking out on your face.

You turned back around to find Kie just standing there. “What was that?” She inquired as you both walked back to Pope.

“What was what?” You asked, plucking a shrimp off the scorching grill as Pope swatted your hand away with the tongs.

“You and JJ…” She trailed off. “You don’t think that was weird?”

You scoffed, looking up at her through your lashes. “He’s one of my best friends, Kie. Plus, we’ve been through a lot in the last 24 hours. Why are you making it weird?” She didn’t respond after that, just giving you an odd look. You only spoke again once Pope asked what happened. “JJ says we’re back in the G-game.”

“How?” Pope asked, still paying most attention to the food in front of him.

“Not sure. He says John B will explain it all later.” You pulled your phone out of your bra, looking at the time. “Shit. I need to go find my mother before I become the next thing on the grill. She wants me to meet some business partners of hers.” You dismissed, waving goodbye to your two friends.

You weaved through the crowd, spotting your mother at one of the decorated table talking to a much older, elderly couple. She spotted you and pointed before motioning you over. You stood next to her, smiling at the couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Daugherty, this is my daughter, Y/n.” You shook their hands, told them it was nice to meet them. Your mother had explained that these were the people that helped her succeed in law so she wanted you to meet them and get their advice, despite your several protests that law was not your desired career path.

She kept trying to fit you into her shoes knowing they would never fit. But you listened to their takes and advice, mostly for their sake. You’d been idly engaging until you saw JJ bolt into the clubhouse, Rafe and his crew hot on his tail. Your plastered smile dropping for the smallest of moments.

“I’m so sorry,” You chuckled awkwardly. “You wouldn’t mind if I used the restroom, would you?”

“Not at all, darling-” The old woman told you but your mother was quick to add in her two cents.

“You can hold it, can’t you?” She fake laughed, eyes going back and forth between you and her mentors. “I mean, you wouldn’t want to be rude.”

“I didn’t know peeing was rude, Mother.” You cocked your head, lifting the skirt of your dress as to not trip over it on your way into the clubhouse, looking at the Daugherty’s once more before you left, offering them a smile. “Excuse me.”

You walked as fast as you could into the building, accidentally bumping guest after guest on your way in. You no longer had sights on the group of guys, following the trail of shocked guests and shifted furniture that they left behind.

To the people around, you probably looked a little crazed but this wasn’t like at The Point or at The Golf Course or during The Movie. Rafe would have JJ cornered with two guys behind him. You knew that realistically you stood no chance against a trio of guys but you weren’t about to leave JJ to fend for himself.

You searched the place up and down, stumbling towards the restrooms, immediately heading into the men’s one. You ignored the wold-whistles, protests, and men peacefully using the urinals, following the sound of hushed voices into the connected locker room.

“Actually, there is an issue,” You heard JJ’s voice as you got closer. “We got a criminal trespass in progress here. Blatant disrespect for private property, I’m in violation of all kinds of shit here, sir.” You shook your head at his words, knowing he was seconds away from getting thrown out. The Island Club’s security was tight.

“Excuse me, miss,” a voice startled you from behind, causing you to whip around. “You can’t be in here.” You opened your mouth, stuttering to find an excuse as the other security stared at you but you just settled on throwing your arms up. Clearly, JJ was safe, even though he was getting kicked out.

As you were being led out, you looked behind you to see that the other officer had a hold of JJ before Rafe’s voice sounded out. “Hey, tell Y/n she looks hot in that dress! But she looks so much hotter out of it, trust me!” The Cameron boy laughed out and you watched as JJ snatched himself out of the guard’s hold and charged back into the locker room. The action made your heart jump but you weren’t sure for what reason as the other guard continued leading you out into the main hall of the clubhouse.

You weren’t sure which exit the other security guard has escorted JJ out of so you made your way back to the deck of the clubhouse, head whipping left and right until you spotted that familiar head of blonde hair. JJ was reckless and chaotic but he was still your friend.

You weren’t gonna watch as they practically threw him out an event when he didn’t even instigate anything. “It’s okay everybody! Do not panic.” He shouted with his hands up in the air, the majority of the party’s attention now on him. “Leave it to the men and woman in uniform. Let’s hear it for them! Rose, you look like lady liberty.”

“You can let go of him!” You called, skipping down the steps and into the grass. “He doesn’t have to be manhandled, he didn’t do anything!” The security turned to you, still gripping JJ by the upper arm. JJ took the opportunity to shove the man off of him, his blue eyes on yours across the lawn.

“Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, princess!” He pointed at you. “Kie? Pope?” He motioned to them as well. “Rixon’s Cove. Let’s roll! Throw off your chains!” You watched as Kiara snatched away from her parents and Pope ran away from his dad. You were making a move to follow them when a hand gripped your upper arm, your mother coming into view.

“We talked about this.” She said firmly, fire in her eyes. “Do not embarrass me, right now.” The woman warned.

“I don’t think there’s any way for me to make you proud anymore, Mom.” You told her sadly in a hushed tone before snatching your arm out of her grip, running towards your friends. You could hear her calling out your name behind you but you ignored her, jumping into JJ’s open arms and leaving Midsummers.

CICADA’S CHIRPED IN THE MIDDLE OF RIXON’S COVE AS YOU ALL SAT AROUND A RAGING BONFIRE, waiting for JB to speak. “So, like, my dad’s already gonna kill me.” Pope started, sat on a log in front of the fire across from you and Kie while JJ and John B stood, throwing rocks. “So, what’s this mandatory meeting about?”

The two boys sat down, eyeing each other before JJ spoke. “Might as well tell him before we’re gaffed, man.” He said, the statement mainly directed at John B.

“...The gold never went down with the Royal Merchant. It’s been here the whole time.” The brunette said, a small victorious smile on his face.

“Here?” You exclaimed incredulously from where your head laid on Kiara’s shoulder. He just offered up a simple nod.

“It’s on the island.”

“I would like to voice my skepticism.” Pope raised his hand.

“I’m sure you would, Pope, but can I please present you my evidence, sir?” John B spoke mockingly as he got up to speak at the forefront of the group.

Pope motioned with his hand. “Proceed.”

“In my backpack, I have a letter from Denmark Tanny. Denmark Tanny was a slave that survived the Royal Merchant wreck. Check it,” He handed Kiara the letter as you eyed it as well. “Slaves weren’t mentioned as crew members on the ship, but my dad found the complete manifest. That was his big discovery. Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom, and then his farm.”

Kiara passed the paper across the fire for JJ and Pope to see as John B continued. “And that farm is, drumroll please…” Kiara patted her thighs rapidly, shaking your frame back and forth which prompted you to sit up straight. “Tannyhill Plantation.”

You blinked hard, craning your neck forward. “Tannyhill?” You and Kie exclaimed simultaneously. Like, the Cameron’s Tannyhill?

“Yeah. After that, he used the money to free even more slaves, and then he sold a shit-ton of rice, which pisses off all the white planters, and they decide to lynch him. On the day they were coming to get him, he writes a farewell letter to his son and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about the gold’s location.”

“Where?”

“Harvest the wheat in parcel nine, near the water. Except, there’s no wheat. Wheat is code for gold, seeing as the gold has the wheat symbol engraved into it.” He slapped Pope’s shoulder with a smile.

“Holy shit...” The dark-skinned boy said.

“All we need is an original survey map of the property, and we’ve found the gold.” John B concluded, small smiles on the faces of the entire group.

“So, whats the plan?” You asked, and you figured it was nothing good when John B had his attention fully on you and Kiara, his shoulders square. “Well, Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight-”

“Hold on...” Kie was the first to speak.

“She’ll bring an original survey map.”

“Why Sarah?” She asked.

“This is gonna be good…” JJ muttered, looking down at his feet.

John B sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “She… got me into the archives at Chapel Hill yesterday. That’s where I got the letter.”

“You were at Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?” Kie spat out unbelievably.

“He was mackin’ on her.” JJ added in quickly, avoiding all eye contact.

“Of course...” You muttered disappointingly.

“I wasn’t macking on her, okay? I was… using her for access.”

“Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kiara inquired, an undertone of hurt laced in her voice.

“I was trying to get into the archives!” JB argued back.

“Is that a yes?” You chimed in, truly not believing John B could be that idiotic. But you guessed that was the Sarah Cameron effect.

“I was just using her for information. I’m trying to make us filthy rich here. Okay? So, that we can pay off a boat, or send Pope to autopsy school so he can study dead bodies. Look, you guys know me.” He continued talking, looking around at the group. Kiara was visibly uncomfortable. “Do I look like the type of person to fall for Sarah Cameron?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed with scoff.

“Look, you guys don’t know her yet, I do!”

“John B, we do know her. A hell of a lot better than you ever will,” You started, anger and betrayal in your voice. “For the last time, you can’t trust her. With the gold or your feelings.”

“Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club...” Pope reminded, massaging his shoulder with a grimace.

You blew out a breath of air. “Yeah, her brother’s done a lot of things…” You quipped underneath your breath.

“What’d she do to you both, exactly?’ JJ aimed the inquiry at you and Kiara.

“She’s like a spitting cobra.” Kie spat out. “First, she blinds you and then- and then she-”

“This is a bad analogy…” The blonde muttered.

“Listen to me!” Kiara pleaded. “Whatever we get, she’s going to try to take...”

“I THINK I’M GONNA DO THIS ONE BY MYSELF…” John B told the four of you who were crowded in the back of The Twinkie. Kiara rolled her eyes and the rest of you sighed unbelievably. “I don’t wanna spook Sarah with the peanut gallery.”

“I just don’t understand why we’re involving her at all.” Kiara snapped, throwing her shoulders up.

“Kie, we’re not involving her, okay? It’s just, like, a business…meeting…thing.”

“A business meeting between their tongues…” You muttered as JJ made kissing motions with both his hands.

“Look, once we get what we need, we cut her loose, alright?” John B reaffirmed the group, dismissing your suspicion and doubt.

“...Promise me nothing is happening between you two.”

“Nothing is happening, Kie.” The boy sighed.

“I’m being serious. This isn’t about you and this isn’t about us,” You, JJ and Pope shared a tense glance. Was Kiara sure she didn’t have a thing for him? “Dude, she’s gonna get inside your head. Just promise me nothing’s happening between you guys.” She spoke solemnly.

“I…I promise.” John B told her. “...Anyways, I’m gonna go.” John B said in farewell, opening the van door and exiting.

“We’ll just sit here…in this hot ass car.” Pope said as he shut the door.

“...Can’t believe he’s been seeing Sarah Cameron.” You thought aloud, disgust filling your words.

“You guys do know that holding onto your grudge is like drinking poison and hoping Sarah will die, right?” Pope threw out.

“‘Hope is the companion of power and mother of success.’” You quipped back, remembering the quote from a random in class.

“Seriously, what went down between you three? This is like some deep-rooted hate.” JJ added.

“Does it matter? We’re supposed to be a team and John B jumping ship to mack on the Kook Princess doesn’t exactly scream teamwork.” You told them. “We all know that deep down, when we find this gold, John B is going to have fallen madly in love with the serial cheating, two-faced snake that is Sarah Cameron and she’s going to break his measly little heart and steal what we find and then we’ll be left gold-less and picking up the pieces of John Booker Routledge’s little broken heart.”

The space fell silent after your small rant, wide-eyed glances exchanged between the three. “Okay, I was wrong. That is some deep-rooted hate.”

“We shouldn’t have let him go out there alone…” Kie muttered, staring out of the window, thunder clapping outside. It was a thought shared amongst you all, a silent agreement. The van fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

Until it was broken.

“...help!”

Your eyebrows pinched together, lifting your head from JJ’s shoulder. “Did you hear that?” You asked looking up at the blonde.

“Hear what?” You all sat silently for a few more moments, the only sound being the howling wind and the thunder booming until you heard it again, this time you all did.

“Somebody please help!”

You all didn’t wait to sprint out of the van, almost knocking one another over on your way out. You don’t even know how you and Kiara managed to run in heels without tripping. The four of you bolted in the direction of the tower, following the path that John B took and reaching the end of it to find Sarah cradling his unconscious body.

“Sarah! What happened?” Pope questioned as you all came to an abrupt stop in front her.

“He needs help. I don’t know what to do. Topper shoved him.” She cried, rocking back and forth with John B in her arms.

“From the top of the tower?! What the fuck was Topper doing here?” You spat out, head whirling left and right looking for any sign of the aforementioned boy.

“Where is he, now?” JJ interrogated.

“Please get help, I don’t care who. Just call someone.” Sarah bellowed as JJ urged Pope to run for help, especially with all of your phones being abandoned in the Twinkie.

“John B, stay with me…” The blonde girl cooed, running her fingers through his hair before planting her lips against his. You glanced to the side, not missing the absolute look of betrayal in Kie’s eyes and maybe you would’ve found the same emotion in your own.

John B lied, to all of you. But that was the least of your concerns now.

YOU HATED THE FEEL OF HOSPITALS. They were stale and sterile and boring. But most importantly, they made you anxious. The four of you sat in the waiting room, they wouldn’t allow you in the actual hospital room because Ward had paid for it and he wanted to give Sarah a moment with John B when he woke up.

“This is such bullshit.” You said unbelievably, tapping your foot incessantly. “She cheats on her boyfriend and gets our friend thrown from a tower but we can’t even sit in his hospital room? She’s probably holding his hand and praying like some widow…”

“Let’s just be glad that John B’s okay…” Pope tried to reason.

“No, Pope,” Kiara rolled her eyes. “He lied to us. Did you see the way she was holding him and-” She cut herself off, throwing herself back into the chair.

“Look, we can be mad when he wakes up, but let’s just chill right now, alright?” JJ snapped, basically telling you all to shut it and you only then took notice of how tense he was — biting his fingernails, his hands visibly shaking. You took his unoccupied hand into yours, giving it a squeeze. He absentmindedly returned the gesture. “When I find Topper, I’m going to kill him. I should’ve done it on the beach…”

“Don’t say that.” You told him firmly. “That’s how they want you to think, JJ. Don’t feed into it, otherwise they win.”

“They always win, anyway.”

“Only if you let them.” You concluded, letting the hospital noise fill the silence — telephones ringing, patients coughing, nurses walking, family members crying.

Taking in the scene around you, where you had all landed, you were starting to wonder if finding gold was really worth the trouble.

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letomills · 4 months

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Download dresses: SFS / Mega Download rompers: SFS / Mega

Two formal outfits for adult and elderly M sims: • the dress is @nonsensical-pixels's Bicolor Dress converted for Lifa's trans AM-EM • the rompers are @sims2-secretgarden's sequined outfit from here converted for Maxis AM & EM as well as Lifa's trans AM-EM

Further details and previews under the cut.

1. The Dress

This one was a technical challenge but it is now bug-free thanks to the help of much more knowledgeable simmers than I am. Shoutout in particular to @latmosims, who fixed the issue for me 😌

It's for Lifa's trans AM-EM (aemTr). It has a fat morph but no preg morph. Polycount: 11,197.

The recolors are BSOK'd. They can be either standalone or repo'd to Nonsensical-pixels' AF.

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2. The Rompers

Each body shape has one standalone recolor. They have fat morphs, adults have preg morphs. Polycount: Maxis AM & EM: 2,227 // Lifa's trans M: 2,397.

Maxis AM ↓

Maxis EM ↓

Lifa's trans AM-EM (aemTr) ↓

The cleavage on Lifa's trans M version looks best when used on sims who have a skin made for trans sims, like these or these.

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hellfirehaley · 2 years

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Strange Love Chapter Seven

Songs Referenced: Rainbow In The Dark by Dio.

Summary: You help Ali get ready for her date with Steve, have a little one on one talk with Steve and then you and Eddie spend the day doing fall activities.

CW: spoilers for movies(Nightmare on Elm St and The Shining), language, mentions of marijuana usage,

AN: If you like this chapter and wanna be updated when the next chapter is up, comment so I can put you on the taglist. The ending to this chapter is one of my favorite parts I've ever written. Like oh my god I'm not even sort of sorry for how fluffy i made it. @spookyscoopstroop called it "idiots in love" last week and she's 1000% correct with that statement. Shoutout to my babygirl @mvnsoneddie86 for reading through these chapters every week and making sure they look readable.

Word Count: 6548

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hellfirehaley/691398370697281537?source=share

Chapter Seven: A Perfect Autumn Day(te)

Thursday October 3rd, 1985

It was the perfect autumn day. The temperatures finally started to drop and the leaves were falling all around you. It smelled like dried leaves, fall baked goods and burning wood wherever you went. You were on your way to Ali’s house with the windows down humming along to a soft song on the radio. It was the day of her first date with Steve and you were coming over to help her get ready. You knew her nerves were gonna be all over the place and you were gonna do your best to ease them. You parked on the street right in front of her house. You grabbed your shoulder bag and got out of the car, walking to her door humming along to the new Kate Bush song as you knocked on the door.

“Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that buiiilding.”

The door swung open moments later to a frazzled Ali in a pair of sheer tights and a sage green dress.

“Oh thank god Y/N! I’ve changed like five times already and I can’t stop moving,” Ali said, opening the door for you to enter.

“Well no need to fear: The Rescue Team is here and I have snacks, hair care products and a shit ton of makeup.” you state following her to her room where you could see clothes thrown everywhere.

“You weren’t kidding about the outfit changes,” you say with a laugh.

“Dude shut up! I’m so nervous. What if he hates my outfit and realizes this is a mistake?” Ali says as you go through her dresser with an idea.

“He won’t think that. He likes you Ali and if you like him, why would this be a mistake? And I’m working on an outfit for you. I swear to God If you change again, I might actually kill you. Grab those heeled boots you wore to the Bangles show we went to and change into those black tights you have.” you say with authority as you grab a skirt to go with the orange, yellow and black striped sweater. You laid out in front of her and started to look through the makeup while she changed.

“So what are you gonna be doing today since we all called out of school. Please tell me it's not gonna be sitting at home with Norm eating junk and watching just as junky television.” Ali asked as she pulled up the new tights, careful not to kink them.

“I’ve actually got plans with Eddie whenever I’m done helping you.” you say, looking between pink and red lipsticks.

“Oooh sounds fun. You two seem very comfortable together,” Ali noted.

“I guess we are. I’m just very happy to have another friend in all honesty.” you say bashfully.

"I'm happy for you too. Maybe we'll both have for Halloween." Ali said, smiling with glee.

“I don’t know about that but I do enjoy the time I do get with him,” you admit with a blush.

“Well good. So what are your plans for today Y/N?” Ali asked, pulling her skirt up and adjusting it.

“We’re gonna go get some pumpkins, carve em up and watch some horror movies,” you say.

“Sounds like a date,” Ali said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well it’s not,” you defend.

“Yeah sure,” Ali says, pulling the sweater over her head.

“If we ever go on a date, you’ll be the first to know. Hair up or down?” you ask as you grab a few brushes.

“I think I’m gonna go with down today. Could you do a small braid or two?” Ali asked with a pout as you nod. She sits in front of you with her back facing you as you mindlessly brushed out her hair a bit and started to braid a few strands together. You started another and then braided them together. You double checked your work and smiled.

“Wow. Now face me,” you say as Ali faced you. You started to put on the foundation and blush, making sure to cover her neck too. You got lost in your process, applying brown eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara to her eyes and light pink lipstick to her lips.

“Okay tell me what needs fixed,” you say, satisfied with your work. Ali looked at herself over again in her full-length mirror and smiled.

“I think we should try a red lip instead,” she said to you and you nodded, grabbing a tissue from her bedside table for her to wipe it off. You found your three reds and blotted them on your hand to show her.

“Which one?”

“The darker one,” Ali said, looking at her sweater before looking at you. You smile, putting the other two away before applying it delicately on her face.

“I’m nervous he’s gonna stand me up or forget.” Ali admitted.

“He’s not. It’s Steve we’re talking about here for goodness sakes,” you remind her.

“Yeah so you can see why I’m so nervous. I mean I’m going on a date with King Steve,” Ali stated, blotting her lips with a tissue to get off the extra product.

“If it helps, Eddie makes me nervous, like all the time but like..the good nervous where I don’t wanna do something stupid or be fucked with by anyone outside of our group ya know? Like he makes me feel brave again but at the same time like I did when I first got with Rob,” you say.

“Are you scared he’s gonna turn out to be like Rob?” Ali asked, grabbing her friend’s hand.

“More like terrified. That or he will turn into him over time.” you admit in a small voice.

“Y/N. Eddie Munson has been the same person as long as we have known him. Yeah he’s an asshole who smokes weed and deals but he also doesn’t take anyone’s shit. He especially won’t let anyone fuck with you,” Ali says.

“Yeah I know. But it’s hard to tell my brain that.” you say.

“Then repeat what I just said instead when you have those intrusive thoughts.” Ali said.

“Thanks Ali,” you say, hugging her for a minute before you hear a car pull up on the street and park. “I think Steve is here. Mind if I have a word with him?” you ask as you pull away, fixing her hair.

“Gonna give him the ‘Don’t Hurt My Best Friend’ speech?” Ali asked.

“Not this time. I actually have to have a talk with him about his little chat with Eddie the other day. Steve and Eddie had a talk about me behind my back about what Eddie’s intentions were and Steve told him to take care of me.” you paraphrase as Ali’s eye widen

“Oh my god, I'm gonna give him so much shit for that. He’s fucking with our plan!” Ali exclaimed.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“It’s gonna work Y/N if you just fucking let us do our thing!” Ali said as you got up. You nodded at her as you gathered your stuff up to leave. You gave a quick hug for good luck and went to the door, opening it right as Steve was about to knock.

“AH! Oh shit. Hey Y/N, you scared the shit outta me.” Steve said, one hand out on his pounding heart, the other clinging onto a bouquet of yellow sunflowers.

“Aww I’m sorry Steeb,” you say, sweetly.

“Were you helping Ali get ready?” Steve asks

“Yep. She should be ready in a minute. In the meantime, we’ve gotta talk.

“Okay…” Steve says, not following where you’re going.

“What was up with the talk you and Eddie had the other day?” you ask.

“Oh it was nothing. I needed a horror movie for a date and I asked Eddie,” Steve said, clearly lying by how he wasn’t making eye contact with you.

“Try again Steven. Eddie told me about your conversation about his intentions about how I’m a “notch in his bedpost”?! Seriously Steve?” You ask.

“Okay my wording wasn’t the best but my point was that as your best friend, I don’t wanna see you hurt again by some stupid guy.” Steve said.

“Whatever Eddie and I do isn't your business,” you say.

“Right but mine and Ali’s is your business,” Steve retorted, getting frustrated.

“When you make it my business, yes. Have I made Eddie and I your business?” you ask.

“You came into my place of business so technically…” Steve started but you cut him off.

“Okay look. I don’t wanna do this with you today. I might like Eddie and we are friends, close friends so he’s clearly going to be sticking around. We clearly have to have a further discussion about this but not when you’re about to go on a date with your dream girl. Next week, you and I are gonna make time and talk this shit out Harrington.” you say.

“That sounds reasonable. And I’ll back off, I promise. You know me Y/N. I just want what’s best for you.” Steve said, genuinely.

“And I want the same for you Steve. Which is why I am gonna get out of here since I have plans of my own to get to.” you say as you wave goodbye and head to your car, getting in and driving off back to your house. To say you were excited to see Eddie was an understatement; you were so excited that you barely remember the drive home. As you got ready, you hummed along to Rainbow In The Dark as you changed into a pair of jeans, your black boots and an old t-shirt with a red flannel thrown over the top. You fixed your hair real quick before feeding Norm and heading out the door for the day. You get in the car again and start the drive to Eddie’s. The entire drive was spent thinking about your day last week as his unofficial girlfriend and you felt warm. He was so wonderful and fun. Rob never walked you to class a single time but Eddie did it thrice in a single day. And that slap on your ass hasn’t left your mind either. The way he said “You’re mine Princess” had you smiling. You had to admit you liked him but were scared of what would happen. This was heavy on your mind as you pulled up to Eddie’s trailer. You parked next to his van and got out, feeling the cool autumn breeze on your face as you walked up and knocked on the door. Moments later, there stood Eddie smiling at you wearing a Judas Priest shirt, black ripped jeans and black socks.

“Hey Princess. How was the date prep?” Eddie greeted as he stepped to the side, letting you in.

“It went smoothly. Only had to change something once and she even liked the outfit I picked out for her. Nothing too major.” you say, closing the door behind you.

“Well that’s good. I hope everything works out for her and Harrington.” he says.

You nod your head in agreement as Eddie pulls on his Reeboks. “So you ready to go pumpkin picking?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Yes I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” you say.

“I have too. Let me grab a few things and I’ll be ready.” Eddie said before walking back to his room. You took a seat on the couch and relaxed while you waited, hearing Eddie look around in the other room. He returned a minute or two later wearing his jackets and his Reeboks with his keys in hand,

“Sorry about that. Couldn’t find my keys for a second there. Are you ready to go?” Eddie says, offering his hand to help you up. You grab it and Eddie pulls you up to a standing position in front of him. You smile and laugh out loud about the action.

“Yeah I’m ready to go” you say as Eddie extends his hand out for you to lead you out the door and to his van with Eddie behind you locking his door. He turned on his van and W.A.S.P. started blasting loudly as he backed out and headed towards Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch. You listened to the album while it played out, mind wandering back to the day you two had fake dated and how wonderful it was.

“What are you gonna be for Halloween this year?” Eddie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m debating doing a character from Rocky Horror Picture Show or maybe Carrie,” you say.

“Oh that movie from a few weeks ago? That one was so weird but like a good weird.” Eddie said with a face.

“What were you gonna be this year?” you ask.

“Probably a vampire or a pirate,” he says with a laugh.

“You should do something new. Something unexpected.” you say.

“Like what?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It was just an idea,” you say laughing.

“Well maybe I’ll come up with something new for you Y/N” Eddie said.

“Good because that’s the point of Halloween is to dress up as anyone but you and have a blast with your friend. No shitty romantic shit, no family members you don’t want to see but have to greet. It’s the only holiday where us freaks get to rule over them all. Embrace it Eds.” you say with a smile.

“You’re right. I’ll try harder this year just for you,” Eddie said, taking in your words. He had never heard anyone talk so passionately about a holiday.

“Thank you Edward, I appreciate your efforts.” you joke. The rest of the drive was filled with easy conversations about each other’s traditions, activities and favorites. Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the Merrill farm and parked outside in the grass where the other patrons parked. You didn’t expect it to be this busy but it was October now so of course people were trying to be the first to have decorations up anyways. You could see a bunch of mothers out with their kids since school got out for the day about an hour ago. The kids were mostly playing on the ground by the pumpkins playing some game of Pretend. You and Eddie walked into the field and it seemed like each time you passed a mother, she would give you a disappointed look before turning away. An instinct at this point, you looked away while grabbing his hand.

“So what color of pumpkin should we get?” Eddie asked loudly.

“I was thinking a few orange ones or whatever one's call out to us.” you suggest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie said, looking out for the perfect pumpkins.

“We should’ve brought Norm. I didn’t even think about it,” you say suddenly with a pout.

“We can always come back next time before Halloween and get more. I do miss the big oaf.” Eddie says.

“Wanna take him on a walk with me later?” you suggest.

“Absolutely.” Eddie says, walking away from you towards a swarm of orange pumpkins, picking up a large one after he inspected it. He tucked it into his side under his arm proudly as he walked back to you.

“Oh you’re THAT kid aren’t you? The one who had the biggest pumpkins and was surprisingly into carving them into intricate designs right?” you ask as he comes to your side.

“With pride.” Eddie says with a bow. You laughed at your goofball best friend and started to walk deeper into the farm looking for your two pumpkins before you found something better: two perfectly sized pumpkins sitting side by side as if saying “Carve me! Pick me! PIck me!” You grabbed them, using the same method as Eddie had just minutes before as you walked back up to him.

“Excellent. Are you ready to go or would you like to look a little more?” Eddie asked as you got to him.

“I’m ready to go to our next mission,” you say with a smile as you walk towards Merrill’s barn to pay. You noted how Merrill’s wife made cider, jams and preserves as you grabbed a small jar of apple butter for your breakfast. You and Eddie pay and leave, carrying your goodies to his van.

“So should we walk Norm now or wait?” Eddie asked.

“I actually walked him before I left but we do need to go to Family Video for our horror movies and snack fuel,” you say with a blush.

“Okay that works too. On that note, your chariot awaits,” Eddie says as he gets in. You do the same and Eddie takes off quickly heading back towards Hawkins. The tape ends and he ejects it.

“My tapes are down in the middle console. Could you choose one so I can focus on driving?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah sure,” you say, taking the tape out and putting it back in the empty case. You look over the artists and see a lot that you recognized: Judas Priest, W.A.S.P, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Dio and a few you didn’t know yet. You decided on Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You put in the tape and were immediately flooded with the sounds of the opening chords of Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath.

“Sometimes I forget you’re so cool and then you pull shit like this and I’m back to being bewitched by you,” Eddie says with a smile.

“I think you’re cool too, Eds. You’re so fucking cool. Like how are you my friend?” you ask.

“You’re the one who sang Motley Crue and got my attention.” Eddie pointed out.

“So all I have to do is sing Motley Crue to attract people?” you ask with a laugh.

“Worked for me, didn't it?” Eddie said with a laugh of his own.

“Touche.” you retort with a laugh. The rest of the ride you two sang along to Black Sabbath and just laughed with each other. Outside the girls, you haven't laughed this much in a really long time. When you arrived at Family Video, you and Eddie were beaming, cheeks hurting from all the laughing you had done. He opens the door to Family Video for you and immediately waves to Robin.

“Hi babes! How was Ali today? Did Steve actually dress up like I told him to? Robin asked.

“Ali was rightfully nervous but she did great! I made sure she looked her best. Steve brought her her her favorite flowers and was actually wearing his like bomber jacket wtih jeans and his Nikes.” you recall as you made your way to the counter.

“Oh my god, stop it! They’re so cute. I guarantee he’s gonna ask her to be his girlfriend by the end of it.” Robin squealed.

“I knoowww. It’s about time,” you agree with equal excitement,

“So how’s your day going?” Robin said, raising her eyebrows

“It’s going well. We just left Merrill’s Farm and he’s grabbing some Halloween movies for while we carve them.” you say smiling.

“A perfect autumn day,” Robin commented.

“You’re welcome to join us after you’re off if you’d like.” you offer.

“Thanks but I think I’m actually gonna head home after work and crash.” Robin admitted.

“Okay Robs, just take care of yourself “ you say, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“I will. Now go pick out your movies before we end up with a repeat of him renting Evil Dead.” Robin said with a laugh. You walk to the horror section and find Eddie, lost in concentration as he analyzes the movie titles.

“Any ideas on what we should watch tonight?” you asked as you picked up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“A few, yeah,” Eddie said, holding up two films.

“So what’s the hold up?” you ask with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I want to get a psychological one or a classic,” he said, looking through the titles. You browsed too looking amongst the titles until one leapt out at you and you immediately held it up.

“Well here’s my vote,” you say, satisfied with your choice.

“Really? I didn't have you pegged to like that movie.”

“Well I am full of surprises. Let’s get our snacks and get out of here so we can go carve those pumpkins,” you urge excitedly. You lead the way to the counter, putting the tapes down as you go to the candy, grabbing an assortment of chocolates, sour candies and sweets.

“So the Shining, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm St. I’m definitely not coming over now.” Robin jokes.

“Har har.” you say, putting the candy on the counter.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna join us? Eddie offered as you dig for your cash.

“Thank you Eddie but I am sure.” Robin said.

“Alright, suit yourself.” Eddie said as you handed Robin the money.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Robin asked as she made your change.

“Oh of course! Footloose, Grease, West Side Story and all the juicy details on Ali and Steve’s date? I’m so excited.” you say, basically vibrating with excitement as Robin gave you your change.

“Perfect. My place at 6pm. Have fun tonight kids!” Robin said, waving to you as you and Eddie started to walk away. You waved back as you left the store and got into Eddie’s van.

“So what should we watch first?” Eddie asked as he started the van and backed out.

“I was thinking of Nightmare On Elm St first, then Halloween and finishing out with The Shining.” you say.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Eddie says as he drives back to his trailer. This time it was filled with a comfortable silence between you as you traveled to the sounds of Black Sabbath with Eddie singing along to every song. You watched as he concentrated on the road while singing and you thought about maybe making this a yearly tradition if all goes well. When you arrived back at Eddie's, you went to the back and grabbed your pumpkins first, putting them on his front porch before going back and grabbing the bag with your tapes and candy while Eddie unlocked the door to his trailer. By the time you reached the porch again, Eddie was lugging the pumpkins inside with the door opened for you. You walk in and take your seat on the couch and take off your shoes while Eddie is walking around grabbing knives, newspapers and making up the space for you while you get the first movie ready. The previews started as you moved on the covered floor and grabbed your first pumpkin.

“Choose your weapon.” Eddie said, holding up two large steak knives that looked like the weapon used in the movies you had chosen. You grabbed the knife out of his left hand and smiled as he sat next to you, carving the top off of his pumpkin.

“Have you seen Nightmare on Elm St before?” Eddie asked as he sawed off the top of his pumpkin.

“Not yet, don’t be shocked if I jump a time or two.” you say working on your own pumpkin.

“I promise not to make fun of you too much,” Eddie said teasingly.

“Oh thank you Eddie. I appreciate the vote of confidence from you.” you teased as you put your knife down. You started to pull out the pumpkin guts just as one of the characters woke up with four slash marks on her gown. You find yourself engrossed in the film while you get out your pumpkin, watching as the plot thickens as the teenagers suffer through realistic nightmares. You jump when one of the girls is killed in her dreams and thrown around the room.

“Yeah this movie is pretty graphic, just a heads up,” Eddie says, seeing you jump as he also works on his pumpkin.

“I can see that. Who directed it?” you ask.

“Some dude named Wes Craven. He’s kind of a new director who’s done a few movies. I really liked The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes. Definitely not for you unfortunately.” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Shut up,” you say with a shove. You kept watching and tried your best not to jump or scream but it kept happening so you’d laugh immediately after you’d do it since you felt a little silly being so jumpy after a campy movie. Your pumpkin had been gutted so you started to draw on your design of a simple jack o’lantern, deciding to put this one out on your front porch.

“So if I were to do something different this year, what do you think I would do?” he asked.

“Well my friend Max has a mask from a few years back so you could be Michael Myers,” you suggest.

“Yeah everyone already thinks I’m the Boogeyman so it’s not a bad idea.” Eddie said with a smirk as he pulled out some guts and it landed with a loud splat.

“Or you could be Kurt Hummell from Metallica so it would be an easy costume,” you say.

“Yeah that’s not bad either,” he notes as he turns his attention towards the movie right as the final girl’s boyfriend gets murdered in bed and blood rushes through the bed up to the ceiling, a curtain of blood You gasp at the gore, feeling gross about having your hand covered in pumpkin. But you knew it wasn’t really blood so it didn’t freak you out as bad as you had thought.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Eddie says as he picks up his knife and jumps up, going in front of you like he’s actually about to fight Freddy for you. The thought of it made you giggle, playing along.

“Oh help help Eddieee. Freddy’s gonna get me,” you say dramatically in a shrill voice as you point at the tv right as Freddy Krueger comes up on the screen. Eddie immediately went towards the screen, thrashing the knife around like he was fighting.

“Fuck off Freddy! You’re not gonna get my girl!” Eddie said, slashing the knife a few more times.

“Okay okay be careful; don’t hurt yourself.” you say, grabbing your own knife again as you started to slice into the face of your pumpkin.

“I could say the same for you with that knife in your hand.” Eddie said, returning to his spot next to you.

“I will be,” you say as you start to carve out the eyes of your jack o’lantern. You try to listen to the movie but don’t want to slice your fingers so Eddie starts a play by play.

“So Nancy is trying to rig the house up with booby traps to get Freddy. The dad is asked to break into the house to help get Freddy but he doesn't believe her so she sets shit ton of booby traps.” Eddie explained as he continued to gut out his own oversized pumpkin.

“Seems plausible,” you say as you pop out of the first eye and start on the other. You watched the main fight between Nancy (the final girl) and our villain Freddy Krueger. The fight ends with Nancy walking away from Freddy. The movie ends with Nancy getting in her boyfriend’s convertible when the hood suddenly closes, revealing Freddy’s, revealing Freddy’s sweater pattern.

“Oh no, it’s not over,” you say as they get locked in and Nancy screams for her mother as the car drives off and Freddy drags her mother to the Nightmare verse, ending the movie.

“Again with the cliffhangers. What is with you and those?” you ask, feeling led on because you wanna know what happens next.

“The next one comes out to the theaters next month. Wanna go with me?” Eddie asks as he gets up to go to the VCR to change tapes.

“After seeing that, yeah! I have to know what happens next,” you say with a laugh.

“Yes! It’s like 2 days after Halloween I think” he said seriously.

“Well I’m there Eds,” you reply. He smiled at you as he put in the second tape, the first preview playing loudly.

“Have I told you that this was the first movie Uncle Wayne showed me?” Eddie asked as he sat back down next to you.

“No, no you haven’t,” you say, looking at him. His face softened when he spoke.

“Yeah it was when I was first brought here. I was like somewhere between 9 and 12. That important age for boys ya know? Where we need a man to show us how to be men and how to do the right thing and not the wrong one. Uncle Wayne has always been that kind of person in my life. So when Halloween came around that year, he had heard about a movie called Halloween so he took me to see it. It was one of my first movies I remember seeing. Scared me back then but it was more the jump scares. Now I rent it every year before the actual day or sometimes on the actual day if it’s not checked out already,” Eddie explained as you nodded along, hung up on every word of his story. You could picture little Eddie at the movie, beaming in excitement in the same way he is now.

“Well it’s one of my favorites too so let’s do this together every year,” you say, holding out your pinkie.

“Absolutely Y/N” Eddie said, intertwining them for a pinky promise. The opening scene starts as you watch Michael take his first victim and the main theme plays. Eddie is hard at work on his masterpiece, drawing out the logo with so much concentration that his little tongue is poked out just slightly, which you found adorable. You had finished your first pumpkin so you were taking a break and enjoying the movie.

“Did you hear Chrissy Cunningham is throwing a Halloween party next weekend?” Eddie asks, bringing your attention from the movie.

“I have not. I haven’t been invited to one of those things ever since I broke Rob’s face,” you admit with a small laugh and blush at the memory.

“Well I have to go because of work so wanna come with me? The guys are already going so you can always bring Ali and Robin. You know they’ll have a good time.” Eddie asks.

“You sure Eds?” you ask as you grab your second pumpkin.

“Positive,” he says.

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you say.

“I’ll be the one under the cloud of smoke,” he says with a devilish smile.

“Now that I believe” you say with a giggle. You saw off the top of your second pumpkin and worked on getting out all of the seeds.

“Who’s the best horror movie villain: Freddy, Jason or Michael?” you ask.

“OOF!” Eddie says, pretending to take a hard hit to the chest, falling over dramatically as you laugh at him. “How dare you ask me such a question?”

“Personally I think Freddy. After seeing that one, I am definitely gonna have trouble sleeping again,” you say.

“Alright no. It’s Michael because Jason’s kills were mostly done by Mrs. Voorhees and Freddy is still relatively new for a horror villain so let’s give him time to mature.” Eddie says.

“Wow you really know your horror movies,” you note as you plop more pumpkin mess onto the pile.

“Yeah it’s my favorite outside of fantasy and science fiction,” Eddie said.

“That makes complete sense.” you say with a smile.

“You just get me Y/N. It’s so strange but you don’t judge me for saying anything or call me a freak. It’s so…” Eddie said, trying to find the right word.

“Refreshing?” you offer.

“Yeah…refreshing. I haven’t felt like that ever since I became friends with the guys.” he says.

“I feel the same way Eddie; it’s really refreshing to be able to trust a man again,” you admit.

“Promise you’re gonna stay and not have this end up being some elaborate ruse?” Eddie asked.

“Eddie, I would never do something like that. I promise I’m your friend on my own volition. Now promise me that you’re not gonna turn out to be or turn into any kind of variation of a liar, cheater or–”

“Hey hey,” Eddie said, seeing you start to get emotional as he dropped his pen and took your slimy hand into his own, “I’m not going anywhere either. I’m not gonna change up on you at any point. I’m a pretty straight forward guy. What you see is what you get.” he promised as you squeezed his hand.

For the rest of the movie, you worked in a comfortable silence while finishing your art. You decided to carve a simple car into your pumpkin with a few baby bats in the background. You finished before Eddie and put your work by the door where your shoes rested. You sat on the couch and watched the rest of the movie curled up on his couch as he hummed to himself while working. You spaced out, thinking about how you enjoyed these moments with Eddie. He was a truly rare guy and sure, he had a life of his own and it was set but he always made time for you. He always said Yes to plans and never let you down. You were thanking God (or whoever you believe in) for bringing him to you. The movie ended a little while later and you got up to change the tapes, making sure to rewind it for the next person.

“How’s it coming along Eds?” you ask

“It’s coming. Just got a little bit left,” he admits. You could tell he put a lot of work and detail into it and you didn’t realize he was using different knives to reach the different sized details, which you had to admit was really ingenuitive.

“Well I love it so far,” you say with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said with a returning smile as you laid down on the couch, covering yourself up with a blanket. It was so comfortable being with him and as the movie started, you began to drift off to sleep.

By the time Eddie finished the pumpkins, the Torrances had begun to lose it to the Overbrook Hotel and Wendy was blaming Jack for Danny’s bruises. He went back to his room for a few minutes, rolling up a joint to celebrate your hard work and change into some more comfortable clothes. When he reached the living room, he found you fast asleep under a blanket on the couch, hands nestled under your head, hair splayed out over your face. Eddie tucked the joint behind his ear as he bent down next to you. He debated kissing you on the forehead just because it was screaming at him but instead, he put his hand on your shoulder, slightly shaking you.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N? Sweetheart…” Eddie said. You moaned slightly at the movement, awaking from your slumber a little.

“Hmmm?” you mumble, lifting your head a little bit.

“Hey pretty girl. I’m sorry to wake you. I was going to ask if you wanted to smoke with me and finish the movie but I can let you go back to sleep,” Eddie says softly.

“Mmm sure Eds. Sorry, I didn’t mean to take a nap on your couch,” you say, rubbing your eyes to mask the blush on your cheeks.

“It’s okay. It was a long day anyway. I actually don’t want you to drive home tired so you’re more than welcome to stay over.” Eddie offered as you sat up, making room for him to sit down with you.

“That sounds nice, thank you Eddie,” you say as you yawn, sort of waking up as he plops down next to you in gray pajama pants now instead of jeans.

“Do you want a pair of pajamas and a shirt?” Eddie asks as he pulls the joint out from behind his ear and a lighter from his pocket, lighting it and taking a few puffs before passing it to you.

“Yes please,” you say, taking the joint as Eddie gets up and goes to his room again. You take a few puffs before exhaling, letting the herb take its effects while you wait for Eddie. He returns a minute later with a Hellfire shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, offering them to you. You trade him the joint for the clothes and go to the bathroom to change. You returned a minute later in the borrowed clothes and sat down next to him, closer to him than before where this time you’re touching thighs as the Torrances began to be terrorized by Jack. You took the joint from Eddie and put your head on his shoulder, taking in a hit. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him with you partially in his lap. You zone out watching as Jack and Wendy argue.

“Y/N, light of my life” Eddie jokes in his best Jack Nicholson impression. You look up at him as he clacks his two fingers together, indicating he wanted the joint. You passed it over and watched as he took his few hits, taking a French inhale during one of them, enjoying a few moments of peace with him. You sighed softly, almost wishing every night could be like this. Little did you know, Eddie was wishing the same thing.

You shared the rest of the joint and finished the movie. You didn’t move for a few minutes while the credits rolled because of how comfortable you were. You were about to lay back down before Eddie squeezed you.

“Alright time for bed. I’m taking the couch and you’re taking the bed,” Eddie says.

“Nope I’m the guest ergo I get the couch.” you insist.

“Sorry, Princess. My house, my rules.” Eddie says as he swoops his other arm under your knees and lifts you up, taking you to his bed which is uncharacteristically made up as he lays you down on it.

“I’m not gonna steal your bed Eddie,” you say with a pout.

“And I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch,” Eddie said, watching as you got comfortable.

“Just stay in bed with me?” you say.

“Y/N…” Eddie started to protest but you cut him off.

“What if I get a nightmare because of your movie choice since he…ya know…KILLS YOU IN YOUR SLEEP and it's a foreign house?” you say, already getting sleepy but also wanting to hide how much that concept freaked you out. But Eddie saw it in your eyes and immediately softened.

“Okay Y/N,” he said before leaving his room to go lock the door and turn everything off. Once he returned, he climbed in his bed behind you and pulled you in close under his blanket, arm draped around your waist while you faced his chest. He drifted off to sleep first with a light snore with you shortly after, once again wondering if you could get used to this. For the first time in a while, you felt safe.

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i have to ask!! i am in LOVEEE with your character designs, literally all of them!! they all have such cool ideas and v i b e s !!! how do you get inspo for your fashion? they all seems so cohesive even though they have so many lively colors, and the new pieces of clothing you create are amazing!

hiya! thank you so much, I put a lot of thought into my designs so it's always nice to get a shoutout about em ^_^

I spend a LOT of my time just absorbing stuff on the internet and staring (politely) at other people and objects in public, and I'm constantly noticing when I go "oh that's cool" and then analyzing and isolating what exactly I find cool about the thing. I think I am quite judgemental and self-conscious about how I personally look, so the thoughts of "oh this would look cool with that!" or "i wish there were pants that look like this" come naturally since I am thinking about it almost all the time! I don't know if it's a healthy mindset I would promote, since it would not be off-mark to call it a fixation, so I'm wary of framing this like a "pro-tip" or "advice". Being so self-conscious of what you look like will affect how you present yourself to the world too, in good and bad ways.

Along with expanding my arsenal of Fashion Options by staring at people and things, I think it also helps to explore how much you can customize any single article of clothing and to maintain a sort of playfulness with it! Any aspect of any article of clothing can be changed to make a silhouette or as an opportunity to hide little 'easter egg' details. And don't forget accessories and using skin as a canvas too - tattoos, scars, makeup, hairstyle...! Often ideas will come from like, thinking of a funny twist to a typical garment or a really striking silhouette. For example, the thought process for this one was "imagine the smallest little girl ever, bent over struggling for her life under a herculean backpack full of everything you can ever own. haha that is funny. also lol that's just a snail/hermit crab. well if crab then add pincers and shell-like motifs somewhere, maybe some beach and sand, and make it warm and sunny"

tldr: i'm a gawker and i like to play around with silhouette and details in service of a central theme, to make a outfit design come together cohesively! essentially, just immerse yourself into what you like and then just try them out, combine them, and of everything you end up with, pick out combos you like.

#i actually dress quite poorly irl #because my finances and ability to sew have NOT caught up with my Big Fashion Dreams #but it's slowly getting better! i bought a halter top a couple months ago and have gotten SO MUCH MILEAGE OUT OF IT #my other irl debuff is that im allergic to nickel so i can't wear like 90% of all jewelry

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[PART 22] TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE (DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER)

Title: teach me how to love - AO3 Pairing: Bucky x Reader (teacher) Rating: Explicit (for Chapter 9 & 12 & 20) Tags/Warnings: godfather!Bucky, canon-typical violence/death of character, fluff, angst, learning disability, almost a spy AU, PTSD, nightmares, mentions of anxiety, oral/penetrative sex, body modification, pain and angst, hurt/comfort, surgery/operations.

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Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to post! Update: I am having my floors redone because a small flood in the building. Then we discovered some water damage to the wall, so we figured we should just paint the whole place and I’ve been banished to my sister’s basement while all this is going on. I miss my computer. >.> But, as promised, my toddler shoutouts for my precious readers, thank you so much for your support! The next chapter should be the last one.... But not to worry, we have others on the way 😘

December is a whirlwind, especially with getting the children ready for their plays. Class after class, your kids run through their lines, enever with any less enthusiasm. The costumes were coming together, and excitement was running high. Yelena and Tommy both looked great, and it made you so proud that they had reached a solution together.

Bucky had wanted to come, but you had insisted he stay home. If anything, you could record it for him, after all. His recovery had been going so well that you would hate for anything to set him back, even the slightest bit. The school had been decorated, inside and out and you watched the gymnasium begin to fill up. The room chattered excitedly as you spotted Kitty, another teacher, readying her kids for the opening song. Her brunette hair bobbed up and down as she orchestrated and lined her students up, and since your class was up next, you ushered them backstage to get them all ready for their big debut.

You split the class in half, in their respective plays. Both Emily and Stefania were dressed to the nines in matching sailor outfits, having collaborated, their blonde hair falling past their sailor caps.

“Ms. [Y/N]?” Jane looked up at you with shining hazel eyes, her bear costume looking soft and cuddly.

“You need some help zipping up the back, hun?”

Jane nods, her round-framed glasses shifting down her nose with her enthusiastic nod. You chuckled as she spun around and helped do up the last bit of her costume.

“Thank you!!” She squealed as she ran off. The energy was infectious as all the children whispered excitedly.

The closing notes came from Kitty’s class and you gave your kids a big smile. “Alright, Pirate Crew, you’re up!”

Principal Fury said a few words to commence the ceremony, and the gymnasium held parents and teachers alike, people who were here to support the children with cheering and laughter. The applause would echo across the large room, bouncing off the high ceilings and amplifying it.

When the choir had finished, and Kitty had passed by you, you gave her a huge thumbs up as you prepared the first half of your class for their play.

Jane led at the front, the others following behind, and Selena bringing up the last of them. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement, one of the most enthusiastic students you had.

“Good luck!” You whispered to them as they passed by, offering them all a high five.

The first play evoked a lot of “awwwwww”s and “oooooh”s from the crowd, totally absorbed in the story your children were laying out.

“It won’t get us anywhere to keep fightin’ with each other!” Jane cries out, her head amongst the fake fur.

“She’s right,” Selena nods exaggeratedly, putting down her fake wood axe. “From this day on, we help the bears, we don’t hurt ‘em!”

“It’s about time you listened to us!” AJ scoffs, only for Cass to lightly pat him on the arm.

“We can both listen,” Cass reminds him.

“Friends?” Jane asks sticking her brown-fur paw out.

“Friends,” Selena agrees, shaking it with enthusiasm. The “townsfolk” all cheer, along with the parents watching.

You’d heard them rehearse their lines time and time again, and yet, it nearly made you tear up to see them doing so well, with barely any cues, and the audience’s clapping was thunderous.

When the first group came back, you could barely contain your excitement.

“That was great, you guys! You did so well!” You clapped your hands quickly for all of them, enjoying their bright, proud smiles.

The pirate play was on next, and as Emily and Stefania went out first in their sailor’s boat, you gave them both a good luck pat on the head. Hollie, Tommy and Yelena were standing by to “row out” in their ship.

Yelena, for not having Bucky here, was still jovial, and you thought it was incredibly sweet of her to keep a brave face.

“Okay, you’re up!” You usher them off and watch as their ship moves slowly suspended on the rig, the three children shuffling behind the ship-shaped board.

“Up ahead, Cap’n!” Hollie shouts, the telescope up to her green-grey eyes. The pirate’s hat sits crooked on top of her lovely brown hair.

“ARRRRRRRRRRR!” Yelena growls convincingly, and you can hear the crowd’s laughter as she points ahead. “We land!”

The story plays out, and you fill with joy at the resolution, reminding you so much of how they solved problems in the classroom too. A few moments in, you see Yelena’s smile grow even wider, out of character, before turning her attention back to the play.

Curiously, you peer out from behind the curtain and scan the crowd, but you hadn’t seen who you were looking for among the rows of faces. You did spot Sam and Riley though, and even though they couldn’t see you, you smiled anyway, happy they made it.

The cheering starts up again and this time, you rush all the children back on stage and walk with them to stand between the two groups. Having all the children clasp hands, you take a large bow together, smiling for the school camera and hustle off the stage together.

“Okay, let’s get you all out of costume, and take a seat so we can celebrate after!” As was customary, you would head back to the classroom after for a lolly before parents came to pick up their children.

“Papa!” Yelena cheers as she makes her way to the sidelines. Bucky was leaning against the wall, the spot had been in your blindside when you peeked out earlier so it was no wonder you couldn’t see him!

“You made it!” You stage-whispered, happiness bubbling over the top.

“O’ course I did,” Bucky says, though you notice he only shrugs with one shoulder.

“I thought you’d be resting?”

“I can rest later,” he says simply, giving you a dazzling smile. You were well aware of the gazes your way from some of the teachers, so you did your best to keep it professional but friendly.

You both watched on, as the other kids and classes performed their hearts out, even though your mind kept drifting away. Five feet back, to be exact. The audience cheered loudly, and participated in the bits that engaged them, and soon you were down to the last few acts of the evening.

The final show was a dance routine from Ms. Witcher’s class, which held at least four or five different types of dance. You watched the kids swing dance and square dance, twirl and jump, and it brings you back to the date you had with Bucky – how free you had felt on the dance floor with him.

Lost in your memories, you were only brought out of it when the applause rumbled around you and you quickly joined in before anyone could think something was amiss.

“What now?” You hear from behind you, and you have to actively tamper your smile down before someone catches you.

“Popsicles to celebrate,” you tell him cheerfully, tilting your head towards the door leading back to the school. Some members of the audience were leaving through the side door to the courtyard, as some teachers would be holding their celebrations outside.

Bucky follows you dutifully, after hugging Yelena. Other parents followed as well, hand in hand with their kids.

AJ and Cass are clinging to Sarah and Riley respectively, and you’ve never seen Riley so comfortable around kids. You had remembered vividly a time where Riley would have made a disgusted face at the thought of kids, but it seems spending time with Sam and his nephews was turning him into a changed man. Sam walked in between them, bumping both his nephews as they walked, laughing.

It did make you chuckle when you saw that Peter had more or less attached himself to Bucky’s other side, holding Bucky’s right hand while Yelena held his left, completely unphased by the gold and black arm, all the way back to your classroom, where the children fully took off their costumes, some of them already half-dressed.

“Help me?” You ask Bucky, even though you knew what his answer would be. He gives you a soft smile and a nod while you head to the fridge at the back to get out the goodies. You have a pack of ice cream sandwiches to Bucky and a box of fudgesicles to the Wilsons.

“Okay, kids! Ice cream sandwiches here with Bucky, fudge popsicles with Sarah and Sam, and the colourful popsicles with me!”

The children squealed and took off in their various states of un-costuming. Hollie is the first to approach Bucky, her brown hair now pulled up into a ponytail, pirate’s hat in her hand.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Hollie!” The tall brunette answers cheerfully.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she responds shyly.

“Here ya are,” Bucky hands over the first of his box, sending her on her happy way as she thanks him again, like the sweet girl she is.

A shorter child approaches him and looks up with warm, brown eyes. “I’m Stefania.”

“Hi Stefania, I thought you were great tonight,” Bucky replies, handing over another bar.

“Thanks, Mr. Bucky!”

You had to snicker behind your hand, watching Bucky smile at each of your students that approached him while handing out your own treats.

“You made an excellent pirate tonight, Tommy. Thank you again for sharing the spotlight with Yelena, you worked really well together.”

“Thanks Ms. [Y/N.], I had fun!”

Beside you, you hear, “Wow, your hair is like Yelena’s. What’s your name, cupcake?”

“Selena! But sometimes I’m just Lena.”

“Well Selena-sometimes-Lena, I think you certainly earned yourself one of these,” Bucky comments, forking over the prize.

And so it continues, with Bucky making small conversations with all the kids – those that come for the ice cream, and those that come just to say hello. Like Jane, who had come to say hi to Yelena. She still had herself in the bear costume, the top half hanging off around her waist and padding around on her bear legs.

Bucky laughs joyously at the sight, complimenting her on her stellar performance. Her hazel eyes light up under the praise behind her glasses as she thanks him.

“Can I ask about your arm?” She asks, timidly. You worry for a moment before Bucky just simply nods. Emily wanders up to join them, a fudgesicle in her hand, but she watches with interest.

“Can I touch it?” Jane asks.

“Sure thing.” Bucky shrugs, extending his arm. You admire the way the plates seamlessly shift with the motion, the delicate gold lines shining under the classroom lights.

“Coooool!” Jane delicately runs a tiny finger over the line on the back of his palm.

“It is pretty cool,” Bucky agrees. It makes you swell with pride to hear him talk about it with fondness, where he used to avoid the topic altogether not so long ago.

“Can I see too?” Emily asks, blue eyes curious and scanning the mechanical limb.

“Sure can, pumpkin.” Bucky surprises you by being completely at ease with the children coming to him, their questions gentle and curious, but not invasive. Lena, Stefania and Jane all come to join. Bucky is patient and kind, answering the best he can. It reminds you of his show and tell, and it’s almost startling, the difference, when you remember how nervous he had been at the beginning. In just a few months, Bucky had become so much more comfortable with himself.

“Your eyes are practically in the shape of hearts,” Sarah whispers in your ear, making you nearly drop your box of popsicles.

“Sarah!”

“Uh-huh?” She taunts with a small smile on her face. “All I’m sayin’ is he makes you happy. It’s a good thing.”

You paused and – well, it was true. He did make you happy, he made you very happy in a way that wasn’t temporary, wasn’t just an influx of endorphins. He made you happy in a way that made you wake with a smile and daydream like a teenager, made you happy in a way that was content and comfortable, yet exciting and sparkling.

The happiness he gave you was beautiful. It was –

“Doll?”

You don’t finish the thought as he sidles up to you with a sheepish grin. He holds up his empty box with an innocent smile, making both you and Sarah laugh.

As it was getting late, parents started to leave with their kids, letting Bucky, Yelena and Peter to be the last ones with you.

“Come on, I’ll give ya a ride home?”

It was a no-brainer of course, and if Bucky drops Peter off first, even though you’re closer, you don’t mention it.

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Over the two-week Christmas holiday, as you didn’t have family, Bucky had pestered you to spend most of your time with him and you really didn’t have any excuse not to. Yelena also had playdates with other kids scheduled, including one with the Wilsons, which meant you also had plenty of time alone together.

Something had shifted, as expected, ever since Bucky had his surgery. Not just in him - his confidence, the way his body relaxed - but something with the both of you. Things became more natural between you. Things like a touch or a smile conveyed a thousand words, the way you moved around each other was fluid and unhindered.

Bucky’s heart gave a squeeze every time he saw you floundering around in his kitchen, like you belonged there. He remembers watching Clint and Laura, wanting what they had, that easy partnership that makes you flow around one another like it was meant to be. He hadn’t dared to hope for it himself, but watching you makes something in his heart loosen and bloom.

It’s a mix of everything over the course of two weeks – Bucky brings Yelena to your place for the first time, and while there certainly isn’t as many kid-friendly activities, you have spare materials from class and she happily paints or does arts and crafts with you two. You visit them at Bucky’s of course, watching him command the kitchen with a grace in his body the old arm hadn’t seemed to have given him.

The first time Yelena is out with AJ and Cass, you spend the day at Bucky’s on the couch – making out.

It’s a soft, cozy day, with you tucked in his side or on his lap, unhurried and tender. It doesn’t even go beyond that, but the simplicity of it, just being in each other’s company is more than enough. You spend the entire afternoon like that, pretending to watch television, lazily kissing whether it be a graze of your lips or exploring each other further.

It’s the kind of domesticity that makes your heart flutter, because it’s like you have all the time in the world. And with the way Bucky holds you, you’re pretty sure he feels the same.

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How To Fight A Shadow

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Jim speaks at a press conference to address the vicious troll attack on an Arcadian citizen. He and his friends get continuously harassed by the media in the days following, much to the displeasure of his troll and Changeling allies. But, with Dictatious's and Stuart's help, Angor Rot may have found a (nonviolent) solution to the problem.

man, the summaries look so much better indented, why tf have i not done this before now-

HOO MAMA, sorry this one kept gettin' FREAKIN' DELAYED, i kept dozing off like every twenty minutes so i finally gave up and just got some proper sleep lmao i deadass slept for like 16 straight hours kjskdfjsdf staying awake 24/7 is clearly catching up to me, oh no-- thank you guys for your patience, i'm just a dumb ho *sob*

big BIG thanks to all the help i got for brainstorming strickler characterizations on this one!!! i mostly drew from @minty-skull-armour @theoldandnewfirm @littleaipom @elorastory (i didn't source the quote in-text, but it was the fear/ignorance line originally by titus livius lol) @soulsbefore and @pinkytoothlesso11's suggestions for inspiration on this particular chapter, but honestly, shoutout to @days-light and @granny-anthem too because their suggestions were also really good and really helped me during the brainstorming process (and let's be real, i'm probably gonna fall back on these for future chapters too FKJSDKFLGH) and yOU ALL DESERVE CREDIT FOR YOUR GOOD IDEAS DANGIT GFDSFHDFJGKHKJ PLEASE CHECK THESE PEOPLE OUT, THEY'RE COOL--

(might do more editing later, as i'm not sure it's 100% how i want it yet, plus q has not proofread some parts yet so i apologize for any of my mistakes, but ENOUGH STALLING, HERE'S THE THING)

Jim had been struggling with his tie for longer than he’d like to admit. He wasn’t used to such formal attire.

He could easily go find his mom or Strickler for assistance. But he stuck with squinting at tutorials on his phone screen.

Maybe it was because he didn’t want them to notice how badly his hands were shaking. Maybe the shaking hands were why he was having so much trouble.

There was a knock at the door, then Strickler’s voice through it. “Do you need any help, Young Atlas?”

It was as if he could sense the teenager’s struggling without even entering the room. But still, Jim refused the help.

“I got it.” He called back. “Just, uhh, give me a couple minutes…”

After many of those painstaking minutes, Jim finally managed to get his tie on.

He looked at himself one last time in the mirror for good measure.

His human self.

It was the best form to take for what was to come. Humans that were angry against Trollkind likely wouldn’t take kindly to his other face.

When he felt assured that nothing was amiss, Jim headed for the door.

He opened it to find Strickler waiting in the hallway, a similar outfit on his trollish frame, and a similar expression of discomfort with the situation they were about to get into. “Ready to go?”

“Ready as I can be...”

The pair made their way out to the car.

Claire and Toby were already waiting by the car to accompany Jim. They were his anchor, his reassurance that he’d get through the day… and, they were all wearing matching suits.

Barbara was getting into the driver’s seat, her and Strickler there for similar reasons, as well as for security. She wore a long-sleeved pencil dress, teal in colour. Strickler got into the passenger seat beside Barbara as the children all scooted into the back, Jim in the middle.

“You look lovely.” Strickler said, kissing Barbara’s hand before she started driving.

“Thank you, Walt. So do you.” She smiled at him. Looking back at the kids, she added, “And so do you three! Very dapper.”

“Thanks, Dr. L.!” Toby chirped in response. “Gotta give ‘em the ol’ razzle dazzle.”

Jim stayed quiet, hands fiddling nervously in his lap. Barbara caught that small gesture, frowning slightly, but didn’t draw attention to it and began to drive.

“... You’re going to do fine, Jim.” Claire said quietly after some time, as if reading Barbara’s mind.

“Heck yeah, Jimbo!” Toby exclaimed in agreement, doing his best to keep spirits high. “You got this in the bag, I’m sure of it!”

“Uh-huh.” Jim responded quietly.

With another worried look at Jim through the rearview mirror, Barbara softly mentioned, “Remember your box breathing if you start getting stressed, honey.”

Box breathing was basically just taking deep breaths to calm the body, something Jim had definitely been neglecting to do lately.

Claire took his hand, resting her head on Jim’s shoulder, and Toby linked his arm in Jim’s, holding his other hand too to offer as much comfort as possible.

The group mostly engaged in casual small talk from that point until they reached city hall.

Almost as soon as they exited the car, one of the staff members had ushered them into one of the back rooms, where Blinky and Aaarrrgghh were already waiting. Both trolls’ eyes lit up upon seeing the children enter the room.

“Ahh, there you all are! What a sight for sore eyes!” Blinky greeted them with open arms. “How is everyone feeling?”

“Like I’m gonna puke, but otherwise fine.” Jim half-joked. With a worried frown, he asked, “Did you guys get here okay? Nobody gave you any problems?”

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky exchanged a look, but Aaarrrgghh shook his head and said, “Scared of Aaarrrgghh. Wouldn’t come close.”

From that, the trio could conclude that they must’ve gotten some nasty looks or comments, but, well… if Aaarrrgghh’s size was good for anything, it was definitely intimidation factor.

“Jim Lake?”

They didn’t get long to talk before being interrupted, a heavyset white-haired man peeking into the room from offstage to get the boy’s attention. “You’re up in ten minutes.”

That got his anxiety pumping all over again, nervousness forming a heavy rock in his stomach. He tried again to take some deep breaths, and forced a small laugh. “Welp, here’s to hoping I don’t completely bomb all human-troll relations…”

“Master Jim…” Blinky stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Whatever happens out there, we will all endure. We’ve gotten this far already. This is just one more step of many to go.”

He stepped back again, letting Jim go, and Aaarrrgghh gave him a light head pat before he started heading to the stage.

“Go get ‘em, tiger! You got this!” Toby cheered him on.

“We’ll be right here for you!” Claire added for extra reassurance.

As he left the room, Strickler approached the employee that had led them inside. “We’re to be seated where he can see us, yes?”

Jim followed the white-haired man backstage, where he could already start to hear the audience’s murmuring.

That same man was the first to approach the podium, greeting the people of the media that were in attendance, then outlining the main reason for this gathering.

That Draal incident.

Nobody had been killed, thankfully. But the fact of the matter is, someone was attacked and badly injured by a troll, and that couldn’t go ignored by the Trollhunters and co.

Jim was presented to the stand.

Normally, press conferences were in part planned by the speaker. But for this, Jim had little to no choice in the matter of how things went.

The public was angry, and wanted answers, all for good reason. But this was a poorly structured event, and it showed all too soon in how little control their reporter audience had, already trying to speak over each other to get the first question in.

“Um…” Unsure of what to do, Jim stood helplessly in place and looked to the other event organizer for some kind of direction.

The man came back forward, taking the stand one more time. “We don’t have all the time in the world, folks.” He boomed sternly into the mic, as if scolding disobedient children. “Settle down, now. Mr. Lake needs to be able to hear your questions.”

It took a moment, but the group eventually got the message. One man cleared his throat with the intention to speak the first question.

“Hello, Mr. Lake. Brett Winston with CDF News here… How at risk would you say the public is to these troll attacks in the future?”

Jim took a long pause at that, fretting over saying the wrong thing... It was so strange. Jim has stood up to the entirety of Trollmarket before in the face of conflict, so why was this causing him so much more stress?

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his friends and family taking their seats next to the wall, separated from the crowd and easy to distinguish. Every one of them gave him an encouraging wave, and Toby and Claire both shot double thumbs-up, too.

He took a deep breath, and replied to the man.

“I… I don’t think the risk is very high at all, to be honest.” Jim said. That response got a mixed bag of negative looks from the mass of faces staring up at him, and so he cleared his throat, and tried to explain himself better. “Don’t- Don’t get me wrong, what happened was awful , and we won’t rest until we track down who did this. But I assure you, violence against humans is extremely frowned upon within troll communities. Like, part of their whole thing was staying away from us to keep the peace, after all…”

Then came the note-taking. Jim knew he was being recorded already, but knowing just how intently these people were taking his words was just as nerve-wracking.

“You’ve had much experience with troll society, yes?” Another voice spoke up. “What was their reaction to you when you showed up to them?”

“Uh, well, not… not great , but that’s only because they were startled… ” Jim answered. He definitely didn’t want to get into the constant threats that were hurled his way the first week on the job, that’s for sure. “They’re good trolls at heart.”

“How many times have these supposedly ‘good’ trolls tried to kill you? ” Another woman asked.

The directness of that question caught Jim completely off guard. Why she sounded so certain that they had tried to kill him at any time, he had no idea. It seemed like quite a leap to make, given everything he’d just said, but...

“Umm… Not a lot? ” Jim quickly realized that wasn’t a very reassuring answer, judging from the contorted looks on his audience’s faces, and stumbled to elaborate, “I-I mean, like, it was always Gumm-Gumms that were the biggest threat to me--”

“But the other trolls were also a threat?”

“No! I mean, not-- It was, like, a cultural thing--?”

That was an even worse thing to say, as that got disapproving gasps and murmurs among the crowd, more people speaking over each other trying to get another question in. Jim’s mind went blank, unable to think of what else to say, as the mediator tried desperately to get some control back in the crowd.

He caught his mother trying to catch his attention out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look at her. She raised her hands up along her torso where the lungs would be, then reversed the motion as she silently blew air out, a reminder for him to take a breath.

Jim took a moment to collect himself, following his mother’s lead in taking longer, calming breaths. He waited for the audience to quiet down before giving any more to them.

“... Look. Their culture is different. Their species is different . But that doesn’t make them bad . Especially not when they’ve spent all these centuries purposefully letting us humans have the surface world. If it wasn’t for the Eternal Night, they never would’ve had to resurface, and none of you would’ve even known they existed .” Jim sternly pointed out. “Life would’ve continued as normal in ignorance of them, and they were letting it stay that way. And now , when so many of them are trying again to leave you all in peace like things once were, you keep trying to drag all of them into the spotlight?”

There was some murmuring amongst the crowd, and another voice spoke up. “Are you saying we should ignore this world-changing revelation?” One man asked in disbelief. “And what about that rogue blue troll that did hurt somebody?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, and--” Jim winced at the mention of Draal. Took another deep breath. “... Like I said… we’re still working on tracking that one down.” was all Jim said. He was hesitant on elaborating about things such as the Glamour Mask, because who knows what sort of chaos that might bring in light?

Whether or not staying quiet on that was a decision he’d come to regret, he’d take his chances.

“But I stand by the fact that the vast majority of trolls will not hurt humans . Peace between our races is too important to them. They’ve maintained it for this long...” Jim continued. He pulled his amulet out of his pocket, the Daylight armour donning his suited form in mere seconds. “If it wasn’t for this amulet choosing me as its Trollhunter, our cultures never would’ve collided.” With a grimace, he added, “Not until Gunmar’s inevitable attack.”

“About that amulet...” Another woman spoke up, “Why did it fall into a human boy’s hands if trolls were trying so hard to keep our worlds separate?”

“This amulet was made to protect them, it wasn’t made by them. They don’t control it, and they don’t get to decide who it chooses.” He took another deep breath, trying to keep his tone as level as possible as he went on. “To have it fall into human hands wasn’t their choice. They were shocked, confused, scared, angry, just like any of you when trolls first came into the light. We’ve all had to make adjustments through this mess, and if you just gave these guys a chance, you’d understand each other--”

Jim got cut off by another overload of questions being called in, and the boy grimaced. The man that had helped him before stepped onto the stage once more, yet again scolding the members of media for their impatience.

Well… Jim was going to have to take a lot of box breaths today.

Dictatious, Angor Rot, NotEnrique, and Nancy were all watching the fiasco live from the Domzalski living room.

Angor had no previous knowledge in how ‘press conferences’ were supposed to go, but the rest of his company seemed just as unimpressed and upset as he was about how things were being handled.

“Whoever was in charge o’ organizin’ this crap ought to get canned.” NotEnrique growled. He made an annoyed gesture to the TV and ranted on, “It’s like they think the kid can answer five questions at once! Jeez, shut up an’ give him a chance to reply, wouldn’tcha!”

“Honestly .” Dictatious agreed, one rare time he found himself siding with a Changeling. “This is almost painful to listen to…”

Nancy had stayed mostly quiet during their viewing, but her usual carefree demeanour looked touched with something akin to indignation. As for Angor, he watched the screen with a low growl half the time.

It was safe to say that they were all in agreement about the sooner this being over, the better.

NotEnrique had gone to the garage to record a… what did he call it? Reaction? Commentary? Some sort of response to the event they just watched.

Dictatious stayed in the living room, having put on some other show, and Nancy had taken to baking some cookies in the kitchen for when the children returned.

Angor Rot whittled at a totem carving, as he often did, waiting by one of the windows to keep an eye out for their car. Soon enough, he did recognize it as it pulled into the Domzalski driveway.

“We’re baaack! ” Toby’s voice rang through the house as he basically kicked the door open. He walked inside with Claire close behind.

“Trollhunters.” Angor greeted them with a nod. He watched the door for a moment longer, only two of them having entered the house, then frowned slightly. “... Jim isn’t with you?”

“He, um… He went home with Strickler and Barbara.” Claire explained, glancing out the window at Jim’s house. “Needed some space right now.”

“Whew, who can blame the guy.” Toby said flatly. That enthusiasm he’d kept up all day was beginning to dwindle. “Can never catch a break.”

“Hmm…”

“Toby-pie! I made cookies!” Nancy called from the kitchen.

“Oh heck yes! ” That was quick to restore some energy in him. He and Claire made their way over, grateful to have fresh treats after that whole ordeal.

“Remember to set some aside for Jim!” Claire said.

“Way ahead of you.” Toby responded, already grabbing a tupperware container out of the cabinet.

They filled up a plate to share, got some milk, and made their way over to the table to wind down and enjoy.

“I suppose Blinky and Aaarrrgghh had to walk back?” Angor Rot asked out of mild curiosity.

“Yep. Poor Aaarrrgghh was just not made for little cars.” Toby said between bites. “We need to get a truck one of these days!”

“Well, they’re probably going to be a while, anyways.” Claire pointed out. “Blinky had to call up on New Trollmarket to check on them.”

At that, Angor’s brows furrowed. “Humans have been causing them problems?” He asked.

“Yeah, New Trollmarket’s been having some major issues… New Jersey certainly wasn’t as quick to accept the whole ‘troll’ thing in the first place, and now everything’s just. Worse .” Claire sighed, drowning her worries in her glass of milk.

“Has anyone been harmed?”

“Pretty close, from what we’ve heard of Blinky’s calls, but they’re laying as low as possible right now. Lucky for everybody, it’s not like humans can get into any Troll locations without a Horngazel.” Toby replied.

“Oh, and speaking of that…”

Angor Rot raised an eyebrow, watching quietly as Claire rummaged through her purse. Then, she walked over to him, and presented a Horngazel of their own.

“Here, we all figured you should hold on to one of these. With how messy everything’s been lately, it’s probably better if you guys hang out in Trollmarket instead of in town.” Claire handed him the item, then added, “Just don’t lose it! Don’t want the wrong people getting their hands on it and all.”

The irony of her handing him off a Horngazel with those kind of words was something that Angor would always find mildly amusing. Nice that he didn’t have to steal one from her purse this time around…

“Thank you.” Angor said as he pocketed the Horngazel. “I’ll be sure not to lose it.”

They stewed in silence for a bit, Claire hesitant in leaving as if she had something else on her mind. Truth be told, it had been on her mind for some time now, but she had troubles spotting fitting times to bring it up.

“... How’ve you been, by the way?” She asked. “Not with this , but... you know, with, like… Morgana and stuff…?”

That name still caused his face to contort with anger upon hearing it. He closed his eyes, and shrugged the question off. “No worse than any of you.”

Worry very clearly entered Claire’s expression, and Toby looked his way with a frown, too. “... Some of us have been doing pretty bad, so that’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

“I am managing.” He assured them. “You don’t have to keep worrying about me like this.”

“Well, that’s just what friends do.” She reminded him intently. “Remember to let us know if you ever need to talk or anything. Seriously.”

“I know. If I need to, I will.” Angor said, with more reassurance than his last reply. With one raised brow, he added, “Remember that same offer goes for you, child.”

Claire’s skeptical gaze stayed on him for a few more seconds, but she eventually nodded at that, letting the topic lie, and went back to join Toby at the table. Angor Rot went back to his carving, casting occasional glances at the house across the street.

Jim hadn’t said a word on the car ride back home. He didn’t even verbalize a goodbye in response to Toby and Claire, something Barbara was sure they had noticed. By the time they’d gotten to their own house, Jim was the first out of the car, speedwalking his way inside. Barbara and Strickler exchanged worried looks.

As they quickly followed behind, Barbara contemplated what she should try to say to him very carefully… but almost as soon as they stepped inside, they could hear him already sobbing.

He’d only gotten up half the stairs when Barbara called for him to stop. And, surprisingly, he did. But, he wouldn’t turn to look at them, and it sounded like he tried to shut himself up as best he could, just standing and shaking in place.

Barbara walked up the stairs, meeting him at the halfway point, and just silently hugged him. That got him to break all over again.

Jim wrapped his arms around her and just cried .

His mother held him close, guiding him downstairs and to the couch, sitting him down next to her. No words spoken as her son sobbed uncontrollably in her arms, completely broken from stress.

Strickler wasn’t as quick to get close, though he did wince at the sight of the boy in so much pain. He took a few steps towards them, part of him trying to look for words of reassurance, but he ended up reasoning that wouldn’t be what helped Jim this moment in time.

“I’ll… I’ll put on some tea.” He quietly offered instead.

“Check.”

Strickler drew his hand away from the board after placing his knight, Jim’s king forced into a corner. But it wasn’t a check mate , so Jim knew he must have an out somewhere. He held his hand on his chin in thought, scanning the board carefully.

Eventually, he spotted the solution, and took Strickler’s knight.

Barbara, unfortunately, couldn’t stay long. She tried to, assuring Jim that she’d call in sick to work to stay with him, but once he was well enough to use his voice, he’d insisted that she not jeopardize her work over this in any way. Calling off a shift that short notice would just make him feel worse for his stupid breakdown.

Strickler, however, could stay. Javier was quite willing to keep looking after the babies, so Strickler stayed downstairs to keep Jim company.

Jim had been quiet during their whole chess game. Strickler couldn’t be sure just how much this was helping him calm down from his earlier ordeal, but he could at least tell that the brunt of the boy’s focus had shifted to the chess board. Despite this, there was no doubt some anxieties still bothering him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Strickler finally asked as he moved another chess piece.

Jim didn’t respond. His eyes stayed glued to the chess board.

“... It’s perfectly reasonable for you to be upset--”

“ Is it?” Jim asked. Whether or not that was Strickler’s intention, that tiny amount of prompting from him triggered a small rant from Jim that he’d seemed to be holding back. “At this point I feel like I’m not even justified in being so mad at everybody, because they don’t know any better . They don’t know trolls! And then this shit with that Draal thing happens, and of course they’d be more scared -- I just--” Jim growled under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “... God. I should be used to everything always going to shit, but--”

“No, Jim. Nobody should have to be used to that, least of all you .” Strickler countered with absolute certainty.

Sighing irately, Jim just shook his head, and took his turn. “Check.”

“... We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them. That’s just first nature for any living creature.” Strickler said as he moved his king out of check. His slitted pupils flicked back to Jim. “More and more people are coming to trolls’ support every day that they continue to learn. It may not feel like it now, especially with this... masked menace disrupting progress... but you are making a change.”

Jim sighed, staring at the pieces on the board. After some time of contemplation, he slid his bishop across the squares, but not far enough to check his opponent’s king. “Maybe... But sure as hell not fast enough…”

With a click of the tongue, Strickler sighed too. Jim always did have that habit of putting too much pressure on himself. “Nobody gets to control the speed of such things, young Atlas.” He said, making his move.

“... I know…” He conceded. “You’re right.”

The two went quiet as Jim yet again examined the board carefully. After much contemplation, he cornered Strickler’s king with his queen. “Check.”

When Strickler leaned forward to take his next turn, he blinked a few times, looked back at Jim and said. “I do believe that’s check mate .”

“... Wait, seriously? ” Jim looked over the board again, not fully realizing that Strickler had no more moves he could make. “... Huh. I guess it is.” He raised an eyebrow at Strickler, the ghost of a smile touching his face for the first time since they’d started. “You were going easy on me, weren’t you?”

Strickler scoffed in exaggerated false offense at that accusation. “Why, I did no such thing!”

Jim snickered quietly, then looked away. “... Well, I’d… I’d better go see Claire and Tobes. Don’t want them to worry too much…”

“Of course.” Strickler said, standing from his seat. “Don’t let me keep you.”

He walked Jim to the door, and the boy took another pause before leaving.

“... Thanks for being here for me.” Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Jim added, “Sorry I’ve been such a disaster lately, heh…”

“You don't need to apologize for things so out of your control.” Strickler contradicted him. While physical reassurances weren’t his strength, he gave Jim a light pat on the shoulder, albeit a little awkward as well. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Jim tried to put on a smile, though it came off semi-forced this time. “I’ll do my best...”

Days passed.

Humans continued to be a nuisance.

Reporters and cameramen had made it a habit to lurk around the Lake household, and sometimes Toby's as well if they thought there was a chance of ambushing any of them.

The windows that were usually kept open to welcome the sunlight were now covered with blinds and curtains all day and all night if they wanted any privacy in their own home.

From the tree where he sat in the Domzalski's front yard, Angor Rot watched. He watched how Strickler used his wings to shield the children from cameras being shoved in their face every time he escorted them out of the house. Every time he saw this harassment taking place, it made his blood boil.

But he knew it was better that he stay away. He wasn’t sure that he could keep his temper in check with how aggressively the humans were harassing his friends, and if he were to cause a scene over it, that would just make everything worse for them. As frustrating as it was to let it happen, he had to keep his distance.

“Angor?”

That voice drew him out of his stewing anger temporarily. Angor dropped down from his spot in the tree, meeting Dictatious at the door. “You are ready to go?”

Dictatious nodded, following Angor’s lead outside. The assassin offered his arm, which Dictatious put his hand on. That arrangement hadn’t been needed as much after gifting Dictatious the walking stick, but with the higher tensions around humans lately, they had fallen back into that habit for a better sense of safety.

“My apologies for making you wait.” Dictatious said. “The cat sat on Nancy’s dough and we had to make a new batch.”

“I don’t mind waiting.” Angor Rot reassured him. If anything, he was relieved when Nancy added some diversity to Dictatious’s routine.

As they started heading into town, Dictatious’s ears pricked at sounds of the crowd near Jim’s house. “Sounds like they’re still going at it, hm...?”

An irritated growl from Angor Rot confirmed it. “They’re just asking for a beating at this point…”

“Ohh, don’t let them hear you say that.” Dictatious responded half-jokingly. “They’d be all too excited for such content fodder.”

“If they were smart, they’d stay away .”

“They’re more concerned about being business smart than common-sense smart.” Dictatious chuckled. “If anything, having the chance to film a troll attacking somebody matters more to them than not getting attacked by a troll in the first place. Priorities, eh?”

Angor Rot could only snort in annoyance at that, baffled at this twisted behaviour.

“... Really, though. It’s better to ignore them.” Dictatious advised, a more serious note to his voice. “They’re looking for drama, so being as boring as possible is probably the way to go. They’ll lose interest eventually.”

Again, the thought of Dictatious actively avoiding opportunities to rile up some touchy humans was a strange one. But, in this case especially, he was right. It was better to be safe than sorry, which is what Angor had been doing regardless, but the reminder was sometimes necessary...

The pair headed down to Trollmarket, taking a night to read and chat together like they’d done once before. It was something Angor had been intending to do more often anyways, but it would be a much easier task now with their own Horngazel. Plus, it was a good way to take their minds off of the mess going on in the world, even if only temporarily.

Angor had found some of the few books in here actually not written by Dictatious, these particular ones about spellcasting written by a late troll sorceress. It got them talking on the topic of magic as a whole, and the functionality behind it.

“So, when it comes to making new spells...” Dictatious wondered aloud, “... what exactly are the limitations? ”

“That depends on a lot of things.” Angor Rot replied, casually skimming a few more pages, “One must have a significant level of power and experience to be able to create brand new techniques, for one.”

“Hmm.” Watching him with great curiosity, Dictatious asked, “Have you ever created your own?”

Angor Rot gave pause before answering that one. “Hrm… Yes… Stealing Daylight was a technique I developed on my own.”

“Ahh, of course…” The Conundrum nodded slowly. “That must have taken great strength.” Angor Rot stayed quiet at that, and Dictatious gave him one more curious glance. “Have you ever considered trying to make another?”

“Not really.” Angor said with a shrug. “I had everything I needed for battle, and then some.”

“They don’t always have to be for battle though, do they?”

“Well, no, I suppose not. But that was my purpose at the time.”

“Fair enough.” Dictatious replied. He was more thinking aloud than anything, but he went on to say, “Well, the situation’s changed now, so maybe you can try something new one of these days.” Chuckling, he added, “You know, once things are a bit less hectic, perhaps.”

“... Hmm. Perhaps.”

It wasn’t something Angor had put much thought into, especially not these days, but Dictatious had a point. He was in a different situation now. He was basically in a different world from what he was used to before joining the Trollhunters. There were many potential uses to creating new spells, not just violent ones. As much as he wanted to commit some violence against those troublesome reporters…

… Come to think of those humans, perhaps he could come up with some way to approach the issue using magic.

Just like that, an idea started to form in his head.

The days continued to pass, and the harassment wasn’t stopping. It was to the point where neither Jim, Toby, nor Claire even felt comfortable running the simplest of errands by themselves.

They had to go out as a unit just to get one box of kitty litter for Toby’s nan. Even just their quick stop at the pet store couldn’t go uninterrupted, as the second they stepped outside, they were spotted by pests with cameras.

“Oh, great.” Jim muttered, pulling out his amulet. “ For the glory of Merlin …”

By the time those press members reached the children, Jim had donned his full Daylight armour right up to the helmet. He, Claire, and Toby were huddling close together and shielding their faces from the cameras, Jim using his shield to cover his friends even more, all of them making it abundantly clear they did not want to be filmed. That didn’t stop their crowd, though.

“Ms. Nuñez, is it true that you were possessed? With Morgana’s attempted return, do you think you’re at risk of that happening again?”

“Mr. Domzalski, do you have any comments on the violent pasts of those you consider ‘friends’?”

“Mr. Lake! Mr. Lake! What do you have to say about--”

Jim got progressively angrier with each prying question, and had to fight with himself not to lash out. Where in the hell were they learning about all these private things, anyways?!

The three did their absolute best to ignore them, but it was too hard to get away with how persistently they were blocking their path. Jim looked around for any sort of escape route, but--

Suddenly, there was the loud honking of a car. The kids all looked towards the noise, a small black Subaru in the street trying to get their attention. When the driver rolled its window down, gesturing for them to get in, Jim’s heart sunk with disappointment.

Of course it had to be his stupid father.

Still, he didn’t have a lot of great options right now. Given how severely these journalists had been harassing him and his friends, anything felt like a better alternative. He made up his mind rather quickly, and started herding his friends to the car, despite their confusion and concern.

When all three of them managed to pile into the back, slamming the door right in some cameraman’s face, James peeled out of that street and left those people in the dust.

Everything fell silent after that. Awkwardness was just an unfortunate side effect of being anywhere near James Lake Sr..

“You kids okay?” James eventually asked.

“Yeah,” was Jim’s short response.

“Good, good…”

More silence.

Claire and Toby shared similar looks of discomfort with each other while Jim sat stone-faced in the middle seat. As in their last uncomfortable car trip together, both Claire and Toby held one of Jim’s hands each.

“I’ll drop you all off at Jim’s house.” James broke the silence again. “They’re not still bothering you there, are they?”

At that, Jim laughed a short, bitter laugh that told James all he needed to know in that regard. “They’ve got their stupid cameras pointed at our house basically all day .” He snapped, irritated. “Can’t even leave the blinds open anymore…”

A frown befell his father’s face. For another short moment, nobody spoke, but James was brainstorming hard as he drove from street to street.

“... Oh! I know!” James piped up suddenly. “You know those kinds of windows that you can see out of, but can’t see inside? Maybe that would help with the camera problem!”

“We can’t just shell out thousands of dollars for all-new windows--”

“You don’t have to, I don’t mind paying for it!”

The way James said that was as if he thought he were doing Jim some grand favour . But after his insistence about the cameras, Jim was starting to sense a pattern he very much didn’t like, and with how short his patience had already been due to everything else going on, Jim was quick to snap.

“You can’t just buy your way into my life, you know!” Jim shouted at him. “I don’t want to be stuck owing you anything, got it?!”

James stopped the car. He turned around to face his son, the usual smile that he’d been putting on having completely vanished from his face. “Jim. I’m not doing any of this to try and guilt you into liking me or something. I know that’s not going to happen.” James said, his voice unusually serious. “I’m not trying to buy you or to make you feel like you owe me something. I want to do these things for you because I’m the one who owes it to you. Okay?” He turned back around and started the car back up. “I messed up. I get that. I know I can’t make up for what I did to you. Just… please, at least let me help you in little ways when I can…?”

That caught Jim completely off guard. He was quiet for a long moment, the anger he’d just felt taking a back seat to suspicious confusion. He squinted coldly at his father. “... No strings attached?”

“No strings attached, promise.” With a short chuckle, James added, “Hell, you can record me saying it if it makes you feel better.”

If James knew this whole time that there wasn’t a chance to repair their relationship, then why did he even come back to Arcadia…? Or did this sudden realization sink in for him after they reconnected?

Either way, Jim was at least relieved to know that his sperm donor wasn’t as painfully oblivious as he first appeared.

“... Okay. Fine.” Jim eventually agreed to his help, however tentatively. “But getting all new windows is still way too much…”

“Yeah, like, aside from being stupid expensive, wouldn’t they also take a while to install...?” Toby pointed out, though very hesitant to interrupt the conversation between these two.

“Hmm, true…” James agreed, pausing a moment to think. “... Hrrm… Oh, you know, I think they make film coverings for windows that accomplish the same effect? I’ll have to look into that later…”

“Googling it now.” Claire said, using her free hand to search it up on her phone. “... Ah, yeah, here it is - ‘Privacy window film’.” She turned her phone to Jim as she scrolled through the different kinds. “Certainly looks a lot cheaper and easier than brand new window installation, that’s for sure.”

“That sounds great. You and your mother can look through those and get back to me about what kind you want me to get for you?” James offered, glancing at Jim through his rearview mirror. “Or I can just send you the money for it so you can handle all the ordering details or whatnot, if that’s easier.”

“Umm…” Tentatively glancing between Claire’s phone and his father, Jim eventually conceded to that compromise. “Fine, okay, we can--” He closed his eyes and took a breath that came out in a short sigh. “We can discuss it later…”

Again, silence fell among them, one that was left uninterrupted until they reached the Lake household. There weren’t as many press employees lurking around Jim’s house today, so hopefully they could get inside without too much issue.

“Bye, Jim.” James waved the kids off. “Stay safe out there.”

Jim gave the man a strained look, but didn’t reply. He and his friends were quick in getting to the front door, James not leaving the street until he saw them safely get inside the house. With a sigh of his own, he got out of there, too.

Angor Rot had been making far more totems than usual these past few days. Dictatious could easily tell.

The rate at which he did it before was already somewhat unnerving, but with the accelerated pace at which he’s been producing them now, Dictatious wondered where on earth he must be storing them all… Then again, who was he to judge this strange choice? It was technically a productive use of time...

… Still, it happened far too much to be normal, and Dictatious visibly winced when he heard Angor rip off another piece of his own stone past the sound of the TV. He glanced in Angor’s general direction with a deep frown. “Doesn’t that hurt… ?” He asked.

“Not much.” Angor Rot casually replied, chipping away at the soon-to-be totem.

Dictatious still looked bothered, to an unusually high degree for him. Angor couldn’t really imagine why. It's not like these smaller wounds wouldn't heal over in due time. The Conundrum eventually looked back to the screen again, though his ears would occasionally twitch at the soft grind of blade against stone.

“I seriously don’t understand why you need that many…” He mumbled, another disturbed glance being sent Angor’s way. “Maybe you should take a break. It can’t be good for you to be doing it that often...”

“I have been creating these for centuries. I know what my body can handle.” Angor Rot tried to reassure him, though it didn’t alleviate any of the uneasiness in Dictatious’s expression. “... Besides. I’ve been going through too many of them right now.”

At that, Dictatious’s ears perked immediately, and the look in his eyes turned to a skeptical squint. “What have you been using them for? ”

There was a small pause, but Angor eventually admitted, “I’m working on a new charm.”

“... Oh...” As curious as he was about what that might be for, Dictatious felt strangely unsettled by the fact that a conversation he instigated might be leading towards Angor picking his own limbs apart. “Erm… May I ask what it is you’re trying to accomplish?”

“With any luck, a spell that can take care of those troublesome humans harassing the Trollhunters…”

“By ‘take care of’, you don’t mean--?”

“No.” Angor was quick to shut down the suggestion of hurting them. He knew better than that. “My goal is to have it damage their recording devices, to be specific. Preferably from a distance.”

“... Huh.” Still, Dictatious’s frown deepened. “Does it have to be done with totems, though…?”

“The totems are just the easiest way to provide an anchor for the spell.” He answered. “I’m not around the children all the time, so it’s better they have something they can carry with them.”

“... I suppose…” Dictatious didn’t fully ‘get it’, as he was nowhere near as much of a magic expert as Angor, but he had to ask. “Is there no quicker way to perfect it…?”

“I don’t have the proper resources to test them more efficiently, so the testing process has been slow.”

Squinting slightly, Dictatious asked, “‘Resources’ as in... spare filming equipment to test them on, or-?”

He got a mild hum of confirmation in response.

“Hrm…” Dictatious drummed his fingers against the arm of the couch, his pupils darting side to side in thought. He very much didn’t like the thought of Angor continuing this habit so aggressively, and as such, racked his brain for some sort of solution to the issue. The children had access to many cameras, but they were using those right now to keep an eye out for shadow portals... After not long at all, a different realization struck him. “Say… didn’t that Stuart fellow mention owning an electronics store?”

Luckily for them, Angor Rot remembered approximately where the store was, though it did take some wandering. Not so luckily, their trip was much longer than necessary due to dodging aggressive humans or unrelenting members of the press. It didn’t help that they had to make a stop at Trollmarket first for their needed bargaining chips… but, eventually, they did manage to reach Stuart’s shop without incident.

A bell rang as they opened the door, announcing their presence to the shopkeeper right away.

“Just a second!” Stuart’s voice shouted from the back of the store.

While waiting for their new acquaintance to emerge, Angor Rot wandered the front of the store with Dictatious close by his side, the Conundrum carrying a small bag in one arm. There were many strange-looking items and computer parts, artifacts stored on the shelves in seemingly no order. The room was fairly cluttered, but not in complete disarray.

When Stuart emerged from the back room, he started off rambling some apology for the wait, but paused in his tracks when he saw who it was. “Oh, hey!” He greeted them happily. “Wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon! How can I help you fellas?”

“I’m working on developing some spells, but I need human equipment to work with. Most importantly those, erm…” Angor Rot paused, glancing to the side in thought. “Those recording devices that those people have been using, the…”

“Camcorders?” Dictatious clarified.

“Yes, those.”

“Ohh… umm…” Stuart started fiddling about the store, looking around. “Ehhh… I’m sure I have something around here that I could spare…”

Sensing the hesitance in his voice, Dictatious dumped the contents of his bag out onto the counter, the clattering of gems getting Stuart’s attention. “We’ll be paying you, by the way.”

“ Ohthankgoodness .”

As much as Stuart wanted to be as friendly to them as possible, considering how harshly everyone else is being to trolls right now, he did appreciate knowing he’d be reimbursed. Intentionally damaging equipment is a little more expensive than buying them groceries… but, from the look of all the gems Dictatious had presented him with, that will comfortably cover the cost of anything they might break. “In that case…”

It didn’t take Stuart long to present them with several pieces of equipment similar to what the press uses. “These cams are pretty old, but they oughta be good for what you’re looking for.” He said. “Some of them fancy ones the media use can be over $8,000… but you don’t need the exact same models as ‘em, do you?”

“Hopefully not.” Angor Rot replied, picking up a few of the camcorders and examining them. “If the basic functions are similar, these should be good enough to test on.”

“Awright, you’re the magic expert...” Stuart trailed off, drumming his fingertips against each other. “... Say… would you mind if I stuck around and watched for a bit?” He asked, genuinely curious about seeing the magical arts in action. “Never seen troll magic up close, heh heh…”

“... I suppose not…” Angor Rot said, tilting his head in slight confusion. It sounded like he was implying they could stay here to do it, although... “But aren’t you working right now?”

Stuart laughed that off, walked over to his door and flipped the sign from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’, then said, “Best part of being your own boss, you can make your own schedule!”

And so, the next many hours were spent magic-tinkering. Angor Rot had many totems to spare, so there wasn’t a worry of running out of resources for testing charms and spells. It was a long process, what with adjusting already-existing magicks and applying it to such new technology, so there was much trial and error involved. (And a surprising amount of spontaneous combustion; Stuart made sure to keep the fire extinguisher nearby after the first two or three times.)

Dictatious and Stuart were both very curious beings, each asking the occasional question during the process, but definitely not to the point of being annoying. Dictatious’s presence and questions were already something Angor was well used to, and Stuart was basically just a jollier extension of that. As one who tended to get overwhelmed or quickly tired of more company than usual, even he found himself slightly surprised that he was lasting so long around this talkative near-stranger without issue.

Maybe that was due to being used to Dictatious, or maybe it was due to his mind being too focused on the golem testing to really register his social battery draining. Plus, Stuart had been an extreme help in explaining in more detail how the devices worked. ( And providing them with a pile of random trash and metal scraps for the totems to be tested in golem form.) He opened up one of the cameras, making a display of the wiring and how all the different parts connected. He elaborated on some common dangers to cameras, like overheating damaging the wires, and some lesser common dangers, like how certain signal jammers can disrupt the functions of wireless ones... All of this was useful for Angor Rot to know at this stage.

After many failed attempts, Angor finally got a golem that both didn’t make any aggressive movements, and could fry these camcorders from a distant range (without making them straight-up explode, either). Satisfied with the results, they packed it up there for the day.

“Thanks for letting me stick around! Very interesting stuff here.” Stuart grinned. With an awkward laugh, he said, “I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother!”

“You weren’t a bother.” Angor replied, relieving some of Stuart’s worries. “You’re one of the few tolerable humans around here.”

At that, Stuart laughed just a little too long to feel natural. Then immediately changed the subject with a clap of the hands. “ Welp! It’s probably about time I close up shop anyways!” He looked at the clock as he spoke, then gasped upon realizing how much time had passed. “Gee whiz, you’ve been here over six hours now! I better let you fellas go while there’s still some daylight left!!”

“... Daylight is useless to us.” Dictatious bluntly reminded him.

“Oh. Right. Ahaha…”

Shrugging, Angor Rot gathered up his totems and said, “Regardless, we should be going. I want to get these to use .”

They said their short goodbyes, and went their separate ways. Angor dropped Dictatious off at Nancy’s, then headed across the street.

Now that he had a charm that functioned how they needed it to, Angor Rot could move on to the second part of his plan.

But first, he had to run the idea by the head of the household.

Barbara listened intently as Angor Rot explained his idea to her. He presented her with the totems that had been prepared, even demonstrated its effects in golem form with one of the spare cameras Stuart had given them.

“Hmm…” She put a hand on her chin, thinking about it carefully. “... And they won’t hurt anybody?”

“They won’t hurt anybody.” Angor assured her. “Of that, I’ve made certain.”

“Well, then… I’m not really seeing a down side.” She circled the golem again, giving it a once-over look. It was big, sturdy, and likely wouldn’t be disruptive to the household since they were going to be kept outside. “Might as well give it a try?”

Given permission, Angor Rot gave a small nod before deactivating the golem, picking up the tiny totem that fell with it to the floor. After they both put the pile of sheets they’d used to make the test golem back where they belong, Angor headed for the door to start setting up those totems.

“Hey, you said you bury those things, right?” Barbara asked, pausing Angor in his tracks. “Let me get you a trowel.”

Well… The gardening tool did make his job a little bit easier, even if it wasn’t really necessary.

Angor Rot had gone about rounding the house, burying totem after totem a few feet apart, forming a circle around the property. Many of the humans had tried approaching him with their subtly-goading line of questioning, but Angor had done a good job of ignoring them. Bold as they were, they were at least intimidated enough by him as to not get too close, especially when not knowing what he was even doing.

He was about halfway through when he noticed Strickler landing nearby, just getting home from wherever he had been. Work or something, Angor assumed.

The first thing out of the Changeling’s mouth was, “Is everything alright?”

Confused, Angor gave him a look. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Err…” Subtly gesturing to the crowd, Strickler asked, “Do you need any help with… you know. That? ”

Angor Rot gave them an uninterested glance, shrugged, and went back to his work. “No need. Their brainless babbling has been easy enough to tune out.”

“... Hmm. If you’re sure.” His head tilting to the side to get a better look at the totems Angor was burying, Strickler inquired curiously, “May I ask what it is that you’re doing? ”

Angor Rot once again glanced back at the flock of media vultures nearby, clicked his tongue, and simply replied, “Hopefully, something that will help.” Casting Strickler a side glance, he added, “Barbara can elaborate. I’ve run it by her already.”

Mildly confused, but still able to catch the hint that he didn’t want those people overhearing, Strickler simply shrugged and walked inside, leaving Angor to his own devices.

In due time, Angor Rot had totems buried all around the house in a circle. For some reason, those persistent humans had still been sticking around. Angor couldn’t imagine how interesting an hour’s worth footage of a troll digging holes would be, but to each their own.

He took a few steps back, looking over his handiwork, and even after all this time, the humans were still throwing pointless questions at him in hopes of any scrap being returned. How persistent were these people?

Completely ignoring the line of questioning they were hoping for responses to, Angor spoke over them with a complete change of topic. “If you value your filming equipment, you should leave right now.”

The fact that he spoke to them at all was enough to spark some excitement in the group. Angor Rot was reminded of needy seagulls fighting over garbage scraps with how they all squabbled to get a word in. “Was that a threat? ” One of them barked over the others, an amusing mixture of worry and offense in their voice.

“No. I’m just giving you a fair warning.” He replied calmly. “Nothing here will hurt you, but your cameras might get damaged--”

“We have a right to be here, you know!”

Angor was no expert on human laws, but he felt certain an argument could be made against that… Either way, they would be too stubborn to listen to him regardless. He closed his eyes, shrugged, and merely said, “Well, I tried to warn you…” It would ultimately be their loss, so who was he to care? “If you insist on staying, then at least stand back.”

Before anybody even had the chance to ask why, the ground beneath them rumbled. From beneath the earth, muddy golems clawed their way to the surface, horrified gasps and shouting coming from the humans as they rose to their full height.

“What are those?! ”

“Oh my god, it’s making monsters --”

“Would you stop being so dramatic?” Angor spoke over them, giving a most disapproving glare. “If they frighten you so much, then you’re free to leave.”

Angor and multiple of the humans were distracted by the sounds of abnormally loud whirring and clicking noises coming from their cameras. Some of the larger ones were even producing small sparks.

“What the hell…?!” One of the cameramen exclaimed, almost dropping the device as it started smoking in his hands. The display screen completely blacked out in the middle of recording, the camera clearly suffering from some kind of internal damage. One immediately after another, every camcorder had broken down with no clear reason.

When Angor Rot started snickering under his breath at the small wave of discord he’d caused among them, it wasn’t difficult for the humans to conclude that he was the cause of this.

“You stupid fucking troll!” One of them shouted, immediately losing all professionalism to curse him out as he tried pointlessly to get his camera working again. “Do you have any idea how much these cost?!”

“Yes, actually.” Thanks to Stuart, that is. Raising an eyebrow, Angor added, “And how am I the stupid one here when I warned you this would happen?”

That point didn’t seem to matter to them, as he and a few others continued berating him to no avail.

“Who do you think’s gonna pay for these, huh?!”

“Hmm. Not my problem.” Angor Rot shrugged them off yet again, and walked inside the Lake house for the time being. One particularly brave woman tried to follow to the door, presumably to start pounding on it, but one of those intimidatingly massive golems moved in front of it, completely blocking the door off and dripping mud dangerously close to her already-damaged equipment.

It didn’t take long for the group to give up at that point. There was literally nothing more to stay for, unless they wanted to stare at near-immobile golem guards all day. But what would be the point with nothing to film them with?

Once the coast was clear, Angor proceeded to safeguard Toby’s house next, and then went to search for the children themselves.

They weren’t too difficult to track down, what with the crowd of grown adults always lurking nearby to ambush them.

They’d been on their way to Mary’s house, the girl having offered them a day at her place while her parents were away, in hopes to give them some relief from the constant media attention. Toby had just been commenting how ironic it was that their most social-media-famous friend was the one about to stow them away when they got blindsided.

It was the same old song and dance, trying to hide their faces and keep walking as the press asked intrusive question after intrusive question…

But, almost as soon as they had started, their harassers suddenly walked away with no explanation, for they saw the troll approaching that Jim, Toby, and Claire hadn’t noticed yet.

Perhaps they’d been warned already about Angor’s new camera-breaking golems. Perhaps these humans were ones less willing to mess with a troll in general . Either way, they were immediately out of the picture.

“... Huh. That was weird.” Claire commented, confused but relieved at their sudden departure.

“Hey, let’s not complain about it!” Jim responded. “Let’s pick up the pace before they come ba--”

“Trollhunters.”

The trio turned around at the sound of that voice.

“Oh, hey Angor!” Toby happily greeted him back. “How’s it hangin’?”

“Things are going well.” Angor replied. “I have something for you three.”

Curious, the children watched on as Angor Rot pulled something out of one of his many pockets. When he extended his hand, they saw three familiar shapes of carved stone.

Blinking a few times, Jim looked from the offering in his hand to Angor’s face. “... Totems… ?” He said hesitantly. “Angor, we can’t use these, we don’t want to hurt anybod--”

“These will not bring harm to anyone. I’ve tested them thoroughly.” Angor Rot was quick to assure him. “They are for protection, yes, but of a nonviolent sort.”

Toby was the first one to pick one up, wondering how these were any different from Angor’s other golem monster things. “Well, if they’re nonviolent, then how would they protect us, anyway?”

“Their appearance alone seems to be enough to discourage those humans from getting too close… but these totems have been charmed.” The assassin explained. “So far this spell is still experimental, but any humans that bring filming equipment close to you will have that equipment fried.”

“Oh! So it’s like, the golems themselves don’t even have to touch anything? It’ll just break their stuff by being near them?” Claire asked, making sure she got that right.

When that got a confirming nod from Angor, Toby raised an eyebrow. “... This won’t mess up our phones, will it?”

“I don’t think so... The golems have been able to target specific devices while I was testing them. But you should probably turn them off before activating your totems, just to be safe.” Angor advised them. “I’ve set some up around your houses already, and it seems to be working at keeping people away.”

“Oh my god, that’s so neat.” Toby said, grinning.

Jim had a look of hope and relief on his face, too. “Maybe they’ll finally back off if it costs them all their equipment by just being near us!” He exclaimed in excitement, him and Claire accepting their totems as well. “Thank you, Angor, this is great!”

“Group hug! ”

“Wh-? Oomph .”

Before he could even ask what Toby meant, all three children had basically tackled him with hugs. Angor hadn’t the slightest idea how to react, so he just stayed stiffly in place, greatly befuddled by this tactic. He very awkwardly cleared his throat, muttering, “Well, don’t thank me yet, we still don’t know how well they’ll work…”

Sensing Angor’s hesitance at the physical contact, the trio let him go pretty quickly.

“Still though, the fact that you even did this is just… Seriously, thank you!” Claire chirped happily. “Knowing your magic, I’m sure they’ll do the trick!”

The three of them pocketed the totems, all smiles at the possibility of having some peace again.

“Listen, we’ve got to get going-- Mary’s expecting us-- but seriously, thank you again!” Jim grinned at him, the other two voicing similar sentiments.

He let them go on their way, still feeling a little strange about the whole ‘hugging’ thing, but… weirdly enough, while it was a foreign overload of contact, it wasn’t as unpleasant as Angor thought it’d be. Besides, it was nice to see them happy.

With all that said and done with, Angor Rot had only one thing left on his to-do list.

It’s been some time since Dictatious had the house to himself. Nancy was out shopping, the kids were off in town somewhere, and Dictatious never really knew or cared what NotEnrique got up to. Probably off making videos somewhere.

He wandered the kitchen, carefully navigating his way around putting on a kettle of tea. Nancy got one of those electric ones so that he wouldn’t have to fiddle with the stove or anything like that. He stepped away for a moment while waiting for the kettle to boil, wandering into the living room, and--

WHAM!

Within seconds, Dictatious had been tackled to the floor, a situation all too familiar. At first, his mind raced with confusion, wondering if he’d done something wrong, or Gods forbid he’d been right about Angor lulling him into a false sense of security from the start , or--

“You’ve gotten rusty.”

“... W-What?”

Angor Rot let him go almost immediately, not giving the Conundrum a chance to truly start panicking. He helped him back up to his feet, even. “You should have been able to notice me coming. I wasn’t being particularly quiet.” He said. Turning away, he said one last thing before walking off that made Dictatious breathe a sigh of relief. “We’ll brush up on paying better attention to your surroundings tomorrow. Then we’ll continue with combat and magic.”

Still a little shaken, all Dictatious managed to squeak in response was a small “Okay” as Angor Rot left the room.

His anxiety was quick to melt away and be replaced with relief and, if he were being honest with himself, a hint of genuine excitement. After all these days stuck in the same setting, with Angor as basically his only momentary relief, Dictatious finally had something consistent to look forward to again.

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Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: just a quick little blurb inspired by Selena and Chris Perez. That is where the idea originally came from so I don't take credit for that. However my OC's are my own. Feel free to message me if you like it, I always love feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read it!

"Aaron broke his arm. So we won't have him in the band for a little while..." Y/N looked up from the rhinestones she was sewing into her one of her new outfits. Dylan, her older brother, sat at the front of the bus with their father, discussing what had happened to their guitarist.

"It'll be a tight squeeze but do you think you can find another guitarist before Houston?" Y/N smiled, it never mattered what the situation was, her father was always calm, always prepared for a plan b.

They had, of course, been doing this for years.

When Y/N was young, around eight or nine, her father realized she had a talent for singing. She was actually quite good, even from that age. It had inspired him to start a band, with her as the frontwoman. It had been years or hard work with little reward, so now that they were finally gaining a little momentum, her father wasn't gonna let his nephew's broken arm stop them from reaching for the stars.

"I can make a few calls. I know some people that might be in the area." Y/N's father reached out, patting his son's cheek.

"Thanks son." Y/N smiled at the interaction between father and son before going back to the outfit she was designing. They had a couple more hours until they got home, she couldn't wait to try on the new outfit she'd been working on.

"But if we change the note, have me go an octave higher during the live performances that might sound cool." Amber, Y/N's best friend, was sprawled out across her bed as Y/N sat in her desk chair, guitar in lap.

"You always sound amazing Y/N. I think whatever you choose to do you'll blow everyone away. You always do." Y/N blushed slightly at the compliment and smiled. Amber had always been her biggest supporter, aside from her family. It meant a lot to her to have a friend that stuck by her no matter what. It never mattered how hectic Y/N's life was, Amber was always there.

The sound of quick footsteps up the stairs ended their conversation as Y/N's sister, Lily burst into the bedroom, a huge smile on her face.

"Guys!" She said excitedly. "Ya'll are not going to believe what is downstairs!" Amber sat up just as Lily grabbed her arm, yanking her off the bed. "Come on!" Y/N scrambled, setting her guitar down and jumping over her bed.

"Wait for me!" She called after them.

Y/N's father wasn't too impressed, but he wasn't bad. Harry Styles, the englishman Dylan had managed to find, stood in front of him. He wore a faded rolling stones t shirt, black skinny Jean's that were ripped at the knees and boots.

"So Harry, have you got any experience in a band?" Harry nodded, fiddling with the strap of his guitar, he hoped he didn't seem too nervous.

"Was in a band called 'White Eskimo' in high school. We did alright. Won a battle of the bands." Y/N's father nodded. He saw out of the corner of his eye, the girls hiding in the hallway, watching the interactions. He had to hide his smile. Of course they would be nosy.

"What are you playing for us today?"

"Thought I'd play 'Been down so long' by The Doors."

"You a Jim Morrison fan?" Harry nodded.

"Definetly." Y/N's father made a sweeping gesture with his hand, giving Harry the floor. He began to play, his confidence soaring with every note.

"He's handsome isn't he?" Lily whispered to her sister and her friend. Y/N nodded excitedly. And he was good at the guitar, maybe even better than Aaron. Her eyes fell down to his hands, watching the way he strummed the guitar, his fingers moving gracefully, beautifully over the strings.

"He's from England?" Y/N's daydream is broken by her friend's eager whisper. She turned her head to the other two girls, listening to their conversation quietly.

"Dylan got a call from him almost immediately after he started posting the flyer. Apparently the band he was in is on a break or something. He got bored." Y/N nodded, licking her lips as she turned her gaze back to him. He was gorgeous, his long brown hair falling into his face as he played with passion.

Harry smiled proudly when the song was over. Y/N's father sat in his arm chair, fingers pressing against his chin, eyebrows knotted deep in thought. The longer the silence stretched, the less confident Harry felt.

"That was really good," he finally said, looking at Dylan. "You mind if we talk privately for a moment?" Harry shook his head as Y/N's father got up and motioned for Dylan to follow him. The girls turned to sneak back upstairs only to come back down when they heard;

"Girls. You too. Kitchen please."

In the kitchen they all stood around the table, talking about Harry's talent and his skills. Y/N's father crossed his arms, shaking his head slightly.

"He doesn't play our kind of music." He said.

"He's versatile dad. He can play anything...and he's the best option right now. We don't have time to keep looking for a replacement, we go on tour next week." Y/N's father turned his head to her. The final decision would rest with her, it was her show after all.

"Let's give him a shot Dad. He was really good."

Harry called his mum as soon as he got in the car. After what had felt like ages, Dylan and his dad came back into the living room, telling him he had got the gig. He couldn't contain his excitement.

He had heard Y/N sing before. He had actually gone to a couple shows here and there. They were good. She was beautiful and commanding stage, but he had always been more interested in Dylan's guitar playing and song writing. He was a genius and Harry couldn't wait to learn more from him. The beautiful lead singer was just a plus.

"Hey Harry!" Harry was shouldering a duffel bag and his guitar as he walked towards the big red tour bus. It would be cramped, it was used and old and everyone would be in there together with the equipment too, but he didn't mind, he was excited to work more closely with Dylan and the others.

"Hey Dylan. Wha's up?" He asked, his accent thick and voice low in the early morning air.

"Can you go with Y/N to the gas station and get provisions? She's got a list of what everyone wants." Harry furrowed his brow slightly.

"She's what? Twenty four? She can' go alone?" Dylan shook his head.

"Listen. Dad is very protective of her. She's the youngest...Someone always goes with her, just to keep an eye and make sure nothing happens, she can get distracted sometimes." Harry smiled softly, he didn't know why he thought that was cute, but he shook the thought out of his head as soon as it came.

"Sure man. I'll take her."

Y/N was funny. Like really funny. This was the first time Harry had ever spent time with her just the two of them. When he had been at rehearsals she had been there of course, but she usually kept to herself or hung out with her mom or sister while the band worked out the kinks in the set list and other things. He realized he had never actually spoken to her before this trip to get snacks.

"Do you like slushies?" Y/N asked him suddenly, interrupting herself as the passed the machine. Harry shook his head.

"Too sugary." Y/N pouted teasingly before grabbing the largest cup and filling it with the Coke slush.

"I love em. When we were kids, in the summer my dad would bring us for hot dogs and slushies, or he would buy us our own two liters of pop. But only if we had helped him with yard work and the like during the day."

"That sounds nice." Harry says with a smile. He pictures little Y/N walking home with her father and siblings large slushie in one hand and a hot dog in the other.

They made their way to the front counter, a basket full of chips and candy, pop, water, and of course the slushie.

"Careful!" Harry said, his hand shooting out to grab Y/N's upper arm as she nearly tripped over the black rug at the front of the store. He pulled her closer to him, chests nearly pressed together as he caught her. "Ya alright?" He asked, voice low as he looked down at her.

He never noticed just how pretty her eyes were, how long her lashes were or the slight flush that always seemed to pepper her cheeks with kisses of pink. They stood like that for a moment, looking at each other with curiosity. Harry felt something shift inside of him, his heart pounding as she pulled away, a grateful smile on her face.

"Thank you."

The first performance had been great. Harry had forgotten how much he loved being on stage, in front of a crowd. It was like a drug, the way people cheered and screamed, singing along. But he couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N.

This was the first time he had actually watched her perform. Before he had only been interested in the band and her brother's sick writing skills. But after the encounter at the gas station, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her too long and the way she was on stage, he couldn't look away if he wanted to.

Y/N had stamina. She would sing and dance, moving to the rhythm of the beat as the music played and almost never losing her breath. She played the crowd, teasing them and hyping them up. It wasn't a huge venue, but it might as well have been a stadium with how everyone was screaming for her.

"Thank you all for a great show!" She said at the end of the night, a huge smile on her face. God she was....she was a knock out. He couldn't deny that. "I want you all to give it up for our new guitarist Mr. Harry Styles! He joined us recently and picked up quick! Is he not bad ass?!" Harry blushed, smiling shyly as the crowd began to cheer for him. Y/N bowed after a moment, blowing kisses out to the crowd before they all moved back stage. Y/N was grinning ear to ear, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"Thanks for the shoutout," Harry said as they began to pack up. He looked over his shoulder, hoping no one would see him talking to her, he didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression.

"You were really great." Y/N said, she smiled at him kindly, eyes lingering on his lips for almost a moment too long before she looked away. She shut one of the guitar cases and went to lift it, Harry put his arm out, hands encasing around the handle and lifting it gently.

"I got it love." Y/N felt her heart flutter slightly at the term of endearment.

"Thanks." She said. Harry opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Dylan, standing in the doorway of the bus.

"C'mon guys! Denny's is still open! Let's go I'm starving." Y/N chuckled, smiling at Harry once more before walking off towards her brother. Harry watched her go, mesmerized by her.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles #hs imagine #hs fandom #hs fanfic #hs2 #hs1 #hs #hstylesedit

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krisdreaming · 4 years

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can i please have some good akaashi angst? i love your writing. thank you!

Alright, I’m just gonna preface this by saying that you asked for this, anon : ) thanks for making me rip out Akaashi’s heart with my own hands.

Inspired by “Fourth of July” by Fall Out Boy, give it a listen if you want extra mood - also, big shoutout to @imaginethathaikyuu, Em was so helpful in my brainstorming process for this request ^^

Hey Keiji, I’ll be back in town for the weekend, and I’d really like to get together sometime if you’re free. Let me know!

Akaashi has probably read your message a hundred times, analyzing it for any hidden meaning that might be hidden between the words you’d actually said. Why, after almost two years of virtually no contact, would you reach out to him? Why has he felt ever so slightly off-kilter ever since you both agreed on a time and place to meet? Why is it so hard for him to choose a damn outfit?

He huffs at his reflection in the mirror, discarded shirts scattered all around him. He was supposed to be over you. Whatever had been between you back in college had been mutually ended when you left to study abroad in America before transferring to a university across the country. Hearing from you all this time later wasn’t supposed to give him butterflies.

He goes back to his closet once more, pushing aside button-downs and sweaters until he reaches the dredges of his closet and he catches sight of the sleeve of a sweater he hasn’t even thought about in over a year. He pulls it out to assess it, and he remembers, now. You had loved this sweater.

“That sweater looks good on you.” You had mentioned casually, one day after class.

“Oh?” He looked down at the pattern, then back to you. “I wasn’t too sure.”

You laughed, and something settled in his middle. “I think it really brings out your eyes.” You reached out and smoothed down a wrinkle by his shoulder. Then you gave his bicep a squeeze. “You’re a good looking guy, you know. Don’t act so surprised.”

Without giving it much more thought, he pulls on the sweater and decides on a pair of dark jeans. He’ll be late if he hesitates any longer. He rushes out to catch the train in time.

Short as it is, the train ride gives him too much time to think as he looks mindlessly out the window.

So many things he’d forgotten since he saw you last are rushing back. He remembers late nights in his dorm, doing homework and making snacks and laughing until he’s breathless. The two of you took turns bringing coffee to your 8 am Chem lab. You managed to eat lunch together nearly every day that first year of college, and it was like the one bit of comfort and routine when everything else around him had seemed to be whirling out of sync.

You were both a little sleep deprived that night, and he was walking you back to your dorm after a long evening in the library researching for your first big paper of college. You were both a little giddy from having gotten so much accomplished.

Right before you turned to go inside, you had stopped and looked him dead in the eyes. “Thanks for being with me, Keiji.” You said, and before he could react you grabbed his face with both hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was stunned into frozen silence for a few moments, but before you could pull too far away he had cupped the back of your neck and kissed you again.

You never gave it a name, but something new had sprouted up between the two of you that night.

Suddenly, he can’t remember why he let you go. Like they’re new, he’s experiencing all the feelings he hadn’t been sure what to do with then, and he isn’t any more sure what to do with them now. Whoever said that with age comes wisdom was full of it.

By the time he gets off the train, he’s decided. For once, he’s going to reach out and take what he wants in life. He’s going to tell you what he probably should have told you before you got on that plane and flew out of his life. It has to be the right decision, because he feels somehow lighter now. By the time he gets to the bar, he’s nearly shaking in anticipation.

“Keiji!” When you catch sight of him, you rush to him and throw your arms around him. With little hesitation, he returns the hug. If anything, this cements it. No one has ever fit in his arms this perfectly. He forgot how much like home you smelled.

“Oh, it’s so great to see you!” You gush, pulling away and gripping his hands for just a few seconds.

“It’s great to see you, too.” He smiles, wishing you hadn’t pulled your hands away. “How have you been?”

Your smile grows wider. “Great. So great. I actually wanted to wait to tell you this in person.” You hold out your hand, and there, on your finger, is a delicate ring set with a beautiful diamond. If the stages of his heart breaking into a thousand pieces play across his face, you don’t seem to notice.

“I’m engaged!” You squeal.

Oh.

#Haikyuu imagines #Haikyuu #Akaashi Keiji #Akaashi Keiji x reader #Akaashi x reader #Haikyuu x reader #request #queued

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socksemoji · 4 years

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monster high characters as tma entities

because i want to corner the market on stupid tma content (shoutout to @novaslammer for helping me w some of the tougher ones)

anyway

THE BEHOLDING

scarah screams

reasoning:

- she can read minds whether u like it or not - it’s implied she reads them whether SHE likes it or not too

more under the cut

THE BURIED

amanita nightshade

reasoning:

- she spends 1300 years basically incubating in a flower with no room to move, walks around for a day, then goes back to sleep in the flower for another 1300 years. she has no problem with this - she had a chance to free the de nile family from being trapped in their tomb and she decided to just leave em there - she’s one of the only characters to have herself listed as a friend and no one else

THE CORRUPTION

bonita femur

reasoning:

- moth. bug - look at her. look at her hands. her shoes. trypo queen - she canonically eats holes through her clothes

THE DARK

twyla

reasoning:

- daughter of the boogey man - “my friends tell me that i have a shadowy figure or maybe it’s that i am a shadowy figure...” - literally appears to be made of shadow and manifests from it in the movies + cartoons

THE DESOLATION

heath burns

reasoning:

- he’s the son of fire elementals and tends to burst into flames on impulse, yes this has consequences - not chaotic evil, but chaotic stupid is as close as we’re gonna get here

THE END

river styxx

reasoning:

- literally the grim reaper’s daughter

THE FLESH

neighthan rot

reasoning:

- his outfit and the muscle detailing on his face + arm is about as Actually Gory as mh has ever and will ever get - he’s the son of a zombie and a unicorn. that alone brings to mind some. Imagery

THE HUNT

toralei stripe

reasoning:

- has canines, claws, athletic (on soccer team), so aesthetically she’s got it down - mh is not bold enough to confront hunting your peers for sport, so i’m going to consider toralei’s propensity for mischief as a toned down version of hunting - in light of this, the wiki saying she “[finds] no satisfaction in bringing down someone who already is down” sounds an awful lot like someone who enjoys a good chase

THE LONELY

invisi-billy

reasoning:

- “If I concentrate hard enough, I can disappear on cue…at least some of the time. Even when I am invisible, though, my ghoulfriend Scarah Screams knows I’m there, because she can read my mind.” - billy. to quote @novaslammer, “lonely but scarah is his anchor” - he’s a quiet guy ig - sorry to keep quoting him but “I had a dog once, but I had to give him away because every time I took him out for a walk, animal control would try and pick him up as a stray.” jkfgskjds when the lonely keeps pulling you in - he’s not shown being particularly upset or angsty about his condition btw

THE SLAUGHTER

moanica d’kay

reasoning:

- “Pet peeve: Monsters who think we can live peacefully with normies. First, peace is booring.” - she commands a small army of zombies and can forcefully convert humans into zombies. - her strong desire for a war between monsters and humans? slaughter aligned

THE SPIRAL

treesa thornwillow

reasoning:

- fucking, look at her

(credit to azzzaell for the art cuz she doesn’t have an official render)

THE STRANGER

hoodude voodoo

reasoning:

- voodoo dolls are mannequin-adjacent, right - he’s so off-model both as a doll & in the webisodes it’s a little unsettling. i love him - his debut appearance was being frankie stein’s fake boyfriend and he acted like a lifeless ragdoll the whole time, only to come to life and be sad she threw him away. statement ends - he’s dramatic + a theater kid, i feel like that’s stranger criteria

THE VAST

astranova

reasoning:

- she’s an alien - “the entire galaxy is my home.” - hundreds if not thousands of years old, is shown being friends with ever after high characters, and implies there are yet more lands + high schools she’s seen that we’ve never heard of - not the only mh character that flies, but she flies, adds to her case

THE WEB

wydowna spider

reasoning:

- spider

thank you all for coming!

#the magnus archives #monster high #tma #tma entities

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tisfan · 4 years

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Escape Plan: 12% of a Plan

Title: Escape Plan: 12% of a Plan Written by: @tisfan Square(s): TonyStarkBingo - 3023 Adopted - Peter Quill/StarLord StarkBucks Bingo - I5 - Partners in Crime BuckyBarnesBingo - K4 - Meet Ugly Rating: teen and up Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Peter Quill/Tony Stark Triggers/warnings: no archive warnings apply Tags: Prison fic, lack of planning, assholes, but not 100% dicks Created for: @tonystarkbingo @buckybarnesbingo @starkbucksbingo @rarepairsevents prompt #100 James “Bucky” Barnes/Peter Quill/Tony Stark Word count: 1480 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24047557/chapters/57865849 Summary: They say the first day in prison, you have to win a fight, or become someone’s bitch. Tony’s got no idea which thing just happened.

For @rise-up-ting-ting-like-glitter: thanks for the help brainstorming

Devil’s Station Transport

“That looks like my supper there, pal.”

Tony looked up with a mix of amusement and dread. He’d been on the prison transport for four days, that was eight meals, and he kept expecting something to happen during the common feeding time.

Most of the rest of the days he was locked in a single occupancy cell and generally ignored.

The guy who was starting something was new; he’d been brought aboard with another half dozen mismatched prisoners yesterday. He looked human, but Tony knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. In fact, he looked like a refugee from a Kevin Bacon movie from the 80s, all wild hair and red leather jacket. He had the same collar around his neck that Tony did, though, which meant he was a prisoner.

Tony hadn’t been able to keep his own clothes; he was in the standard issue, brilliant purple jumpsuit. The prison automated guns were supposed to be able to instantly target any and everyone in the outfit.

This guy was wearing the jacket over his outfit. Tony wondered if that would keep the guns from being able to target him. And who he’d bribed to be able to wear it. It clashed horribly with the jumpsuit, but he was probably warmer than Tony was.

And he was eyeing Tony’s dinner like it was worth eating.

Because there were so many different aliens on the transport, food was… well, a mix of the inedible and unappetizing varieties. Tony had discovered the hard way not to try to eat the “meats”. But bread and the vitamin puddings, while disgusting, were at least digestible. Starving to death was not the plan.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Tony wondered if he could remember what the plan was.

The transport was horribly cramped, there were fights in the feeding room daily, and at least twice that Tony was aware of, someone had been taken away in a body bag and spaced.

But he was trying to keep his head down, mind his own business, and survive.

Get to Devil’s Station. That was part of the plan. Living until they got there, that was also part of the plan.

The guy in the red coat was still standing there while Tony decided what to do. He could meekly hand over his dinner, which seemed a good way to make sure he never ate again.

Tony grabbed the roll and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, chewing insolently. He’d need the calories.

“I think you got an attitude about sharing, pal,” Redcoat said, taking the pudding cube off the tray and sticking it, unopened, into his pocket.

“Yeah?” Tony asked around the mouthful of bread. Not the best plan, the bread was chewy and tough and took a while to swallow. He reached for the vitamin drink to wash it down. Yarrow juice and water, it was the best part of the offerings. He got the cap off and chugged about half of it before Redcoat grabbed the tin tray to steal the rest of Tony’s dinner.

Which, while that was the meat and vegetables part and nothing that Tony could digest, he’d been making trades with some of the other prisoners for additional bread or juice rations.

“That’s mine,” Tony said, standing up. Redcoat was almost half a foot taller than Tony was, and while scruffy, seemed muscular under his jumpsuit.

“You think so? Come take it,” Redcoat taunted.

So much for trade tonight.

Tony grabbed the tray, jumped up onto his bench and smashed it down onto Redcoat’s head. The man went down like a ton of bricks, meat, gravy, and some sort of blue vegetable material dripping off him.

“Anyone else?” Tony demanded.

Unfortunately, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding yes.

When Tony woke up -- and he was astonished that he did, although the guards did get involved relatively quickly -- he was back in his cell with a ringing headache.

And a guest.

Redcoat.

So, it was a disciplinary action. Tony and Redcoat were left alone to work out their differences. No matter what noises they made, no one would come. Kept the guards from having to murder the prisoners, Tony supposed.

Of course, Redcoat was still out like a light, so Tony could probably kill him, if he wanted to.

He had to consider that. Did he want to?

Well, he really didn’t want to. Tony didn’t think of himself as a murderer, no matter what his reputation back on earth had been. Merchant of Death; he didn’t kill people himself, he just made weapons.

But maybe he could bargain with Redcoat. Probably better to do that from a position of power, in case Redcoat wasn’t in a bargaining mood.

There wasn’t a lot in Tony’s cell; a bunk that was bolted to the wall, a shelf that had been bolted to the wall to hold Tony’s (very few) personal belongings, and a toilet. Toilet paper was strictly rationed, and Tony sometimes thought that it was both unfairly rationed and used as a punishment method. Almost every alien life on this transport had some sort of elimination method. Although as far as he could tell, Mythrols only had to evacuate their waste every few months. Gross. But convenient if you needed to trade for extra toilet paper. They always seemed to have some.

But Tony wasn’t a genius for nothing, and he did have a shiv, tucked away in what looked like nothing so harmful as a comb. He fetched that, and then crouched over Redcoat, waiting for him to wake up.

“You can stop with the theatrics,” Redcoat said without even opening his eyes. “Do I look like the kind of idiot that can be knocked out with a tea tray? Rhetorical question.”

Huh.

Tony sat back on his heels. “Then you went through a lot of trouble to steal a pudding cube.”

“Do you not know a break-out attempt when you see one?”

“Did I see one? I thought I saw you acting like a clown for no particular reason in the mess hall.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Well, look at this, then--” Redcoat reached into his jacket pocket and Tony raised the shiv threateningly. “-- stop, Stark, okay? I’m here to rescue you. I’ve got your R2 unit, I’m here with Ben Kenobi.”

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?”

Redcoat made a little cheering motion. “All right, that just made my cycle! I haven’t seen Star Wars in decades, but man, that was a great movie!”

“You’re human.”

“Half human,” Redcoat corrected. “The other half is -- dubious. I have father issues, let’s not get into that on our first date.”

“From Earth.”

“Missouri,” Redcoat confirmed. “My name’s Quill. You can call me StarLord.”

“Quill, right, I’m--”

“The great Tony Stark, I know,” Quill said. “Your boyfriend sent me to get you out of here.”

“Bucky?”

“He said his name was Barnes,” Quill said. “Gave me this to show you.” He took his hand out of his coat and offered Tony a single dog-tag. The last time he’d seen those, there were a pair of them and they were hanging around Bucky’s neck. Bucky valued them very highly, and would have given them to the person in front of Tony only in extreme need. Or the extremity of his death.

And Tony was pretty sure the Winter Soldier could beat the tar out of this asshole.

“We have a plan?”

“We have… twelve percent of a plan,” Quill hedged.

“I’m going to give Bucky eleven percent of the credit for even that much.”

“It’s a fluid situation, man,” Quill said. “We’re playing it by ear.”

“Yeah, but whose ear?”

“Barnes.”

“I feel better.”

Bucky checked the scopes again.

The Milano wasn’t the best ship he’d seen; which was saying a lot, given that he’d only seen about a dozen space ships in his entire life that weren’t on a movie screen.

But it was getting him where he wanted to go, and that was a start.

“Next time,” he muttered to himself, “get details.”

Tony had been kidnapped by aliens. According to Carol Danvers, he had been, in fact, arrested, tried and convicted in short order.

“Look, I’m already on the outs with Xandar,” she had said. “I can’t do anything about it, but I do know some people who can help you. They’re like, total assholes. You and Stark’ll love ‘em.”

Said assholes had allowed their leader to get likewise arrested, planning for Quill and Tony to end up on the same transport together.

“And then we’ll just track down Quill’s location and snag ‘em both,” Rocket had said.

Just like that.

Bucky watched out the front screen -- there was nothing out there that looked like anything except black and stars -- and hoped the hell these assholes knew what they were doing.

A/N - Mythrols are the blue amphibian race from the Mandalorian -- the first bounty we see in that show.

Devil’s Station is the prison compound in a bad movie called Escape Plan: The Extractors. Which is a little shoutout to Dave Bautista who plays Drax in Guardians.

Also, yes, I’m already planning more in this AU. at some point, I might actually WRITE some of the MOAR stuff I’m planning

#tonystarkbingo2020 #buckybarnesbingo2020 #starkbucksbingo #Peter Quill/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes #marvelrarepairbang #prison fic #escape plan #sort of

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holylangdon · 6 years

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Little Hell (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: “Hey! I wanted to ask if you could write some smut for Michael Langdon. Maybe he is with his lover and she’s riding him. I am so weak for him.” - Anon

Warnings: Fem!Reader, actual sin, so much sexual tension, slight choking, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, dominant Michael but willing to be a little submissive, hair pulling, reader on top, Michael calls the reader babe a few times, maybe OOC Michael

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Shoutout to the BDA groupchat for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also I ran out of steam at the end but let’s pretend its good pls and thanks

(I love my friends so I gotta tag em real quick: @cupkayyyke @jana-banana-fana @binxee @cherryruin @justanotherfandomjunkie)

“I’ll tell you how this process works.” The taller man began, letting his sinister blue eyes roam over you. “You’re tell me the truth. Not the truth you think I want to hear, not the truth you might have deceived yourself into believing, but the complete honesty that we both know you’re capable of telling.”

He gave you a second to process his lengthy explanation. Langdon was relaxed in his seat across the desk, one knee crossed over the other. He had a lurking aura of authority that loomed over the room. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the long-haired man attractive as you watched his every move in anticipation.

“Things you may feel will be helpful might be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I’m looking for, your saving grace. If you omit any detail, no matter how small, I’ll know. If you lie to me, I’ll know. If you try to deceive me, this interview will be over and you will die here painfully. And make no mistake, if you expect to walk out of this room thinking you’ve got me right where you want me, you will be punished.

“I will do my best to deduct whether or not you will leave this Outpost alive or be eaten by the scavengers. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

You tried to hide all signs of nervousness, but you were almost certain he could see through the poised exterior. A soft smile crossed Langdon’s lips as you leaned back, crossing your legs underneath the long purple dress you were wearing. It was one of the most simple ones you had in your provided wardrobe, but it still seemed to suffocate you in the warm room.

“What are you most afraid of?”

Honestly? In this very moment, it was him. Your fate rested in his hands. “The hell that waits beyond the gates.” You said lightly. The lie came with its risks, but you decided to jump the gun and say it. He didn’t seem like he cared as he skipped to the next question.

“How do you feel about your current... Predicament? How did you end up here?” He asked.

You continued to watch the man across from you as he spoke. He seemed odd, almost, but you weren't sure why. Everything about him demanded respect, but he cloaked himself in a vaguely sexual, familiar aura. His outfit was dark black, his eyelids painted bright red. You wondered if that was the Cooperative’s work or his own, the eyeshadow. Ultimately you decided it was his own doing.

That was, by far, the most difficult part of being here at the Outpost. It was so different from any part of the outside that you’d ever known. A closely monitored closet of pre-Victorian dresses and undergarments, candles being the only source of light, a single jelly-like cube for breakfast and lunch. A class system of greys and blacks and purples. A leader who’s darkness you could feel from a mile away, and her perfect little followers who obeyed every single one of her orders, no matter how disruptive to the society.

But you still missed the old world. The 2018 America you had finally gotten on decent terms with until you were rudely yanked from your and your boyfriend’s apartment at three in the morning. The two armored people offered no explanation other than you having “perfect DNA.” They told you that you and a select few were chosen via various tests that you were the most genetically fit to survive the oncoming apocalypse. But truth be told, you weren't sure if living through it was even truly worth what it would take to get there. The thought was depressing, but it was the truth, and that’s what you told Langdon. Albeit in a far more condensed form.

"You don’t sound grateful.” He observed. His long brown hair fell to the side as he tilted his head, bringing his hands together to rest it on. “You, Y/N, are here, safe and sound from what killed more than seven billion people. You didn’t die by the blast, you’re not poisoned by the radiation, you aren’t being eaten by cannibals. You’re being fed and dressed with a roof over your head. This would’ve cost one hundred million dollars for anyone else.”

“Oh, I’m thankful.” You said, licking your lips. You knew your tone sounded a bit sassy, maybe sarcastic, but you didn’t care. “I got a free ticket to survival of the fittest. I’m just not sure I deserve it.”

“Why do you say that? I mean, you’re surrounded by people who paid their way in. Look at the Saint Pierre girl and her friends. Does that bother you?” He stood from his seat slowly, walking to the other side of the room. He admired the small fireplace beside him for a moment before coming back to you, taking a seat on top of the wooden desk. “Surely you’ve thought about it.”

“I haven’t.”

He went quiet as he thought for a moment before leaning forward, mere centimeters away from your face. You felt his icy hand on your cheek, his rings resting against the soft skin. You expected to feel his lips pressed against yours, but instead, you felt his cold breath as he whispered into your ear.

“I don’t think I believe you.”

It felt like some primal urge to break the connection he had to you. To stand up and be released from his grasp. But when his hand slipped down your cheek and to your neck, ghosting over your pulse, you melted underneath him. He locked his hand around your throat as he hummed quietly, simply watching your face. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows lightly furrowed together as you tried not to show pleasure at the sexual touch. But God, it felt good.

When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes again only to see his. They stared over you once more, but this time, his gaze was different. Something fiery burned behind the bright blue. “I like you. You’re different.” The light in the room went dark, only a few lit candles still remaining. For some reason, that didn’t even faze you as he stood before you, your heart beating a mile minute.

"It’s getting late. We can pick this up in the morning.”

And with that, he released you from the room.

Later that night, you were laying in bed as you replayed the scene in your head. Was he intentionally toying with you like that? Surely so. He was so certain of himself and his actions as he watched you squirm. He loved it. He found his pleasure in being able to manipulate you so easily.

It was only an unexpected, quiet knock at the door that interrupted your thoughts. Was it Venable? Were you being taken somewhere else again? Had the Cooperative selected you? Had you done something wrong? Your mind raced with the possibilities as you crept over to the door. What stood behind it shocked you.

Langdon.

He was dressed casually, sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was vastly different than what you had previously seen him in, and suited him a bit more than his usual formal wear, if you were honest. His reddish hair was tucked behind his ears, and he wore a blank expression on his face.

He wasted no time before snaking his hand around your waist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He walked the two of you backwards as he kicked the door shut, letting it fall closed with a small ‘thud.’ Quickly, he leaned backwards to lock it.

The kiss was hungry. Passionate. Lustful. Slowly, he began to play with the hem of your nightgown, carefully moving closer and closer to the heat that pooled between your legs. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as his thumb gliding over your panties, letting him break the kiss only to lift your nightgown above your head, letting it fall on the floor.

“That’s one way to make an entrance.” You mumbled, helping him strip his own shirt off. He smiled, letting you look him in the eye. The beautiful blues sent a chill down your spine while he just admired you. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.” He muttered. It wasn’t angry, or hesitant as you’d expected. He seemed glad, almost, to let you know his name. For you to call him something other than ‘sir’ or by his last name. “Michael Langdon.”

It was a blur how you ended up on your bed, Michael hovering over you. He planted a soft kiss to your collarbone, your breast, your stomach... Meanwhile his hand played with the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, down down, and tossing them away. You moaned softly as he rubbed your clit with his finger, a small swear falling from your mouth.

Suddenly, he removed his hand, and moments later he comfortably rested between your thighs. He reached for your hand, sliding his rings onto your smaller fingers with ease. You didn't know why, but that simple action was so, so sexy to you. Maybe it was because he trusted you to keep them for him, a simple show of affection to you.

Recently, you had learned that Michael didn’t like to waste his valuable time. That was during the interview, and it was happening now. He liked things to be fast-paced, very straight to the point. He was confident about it, almost as if he had been used to doing it his whole life.

He licked and sucked for a moment before stopping, presumably to gauge your reaction. That annoyed you. Gently, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place. You felt him groan lightly in pleasure. Had you just discovered his kink?

Michael continued to lick between your folds, slicking his fingers over you. You moaned loudly when he pushed two digits into you, letting you shiver with anticipation. The two of you were perfect together, with you tugging and pulling on his long, silken hair, guiding him easily. He followed your gestures like a lost puppy, focusing his attention wherever you directed him to. It seemed like the harder you pulled, the more submissive he became, melting under your fingertips. He held back small moans each time your grip tightened, his pace not slowing.

It wasn't much longer before pleasure washed over you as you came on his tongue, which he didn’t mind at all. In fact, the eager-to-please expression on his face told you that he enjoyed it.

When he finally pulled away, your eyes locked on his swollen lips and wet chin, which were dripping with your juices. Pulling him up your body, you hesitantly pressed your lips to his to taste yourself. You felt his excitement growing against you. That drove him wild in ways you could never understand.

You pulled away from him a few moments later. “You’re so impatient. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that patience is a virtue?”

“Do you think I would’ve helped you if it wasn’t?” He cooed, meeting your lips with another kiss. “What are you going to do about it, babe? Hm?”

You gave him a look as he rolled onto the bed, letting you climb on top of him. A newfound surge of confidence pulsed through your body as you untied his sweatpants, sliding them down his leg. You were in charge now, and Michael knew it. The way you kissed him as you guided his long cock into you only confirmed his suspicions.

He gave your ass a small squeeze when you took him in, a small groan exiting his lips as he felt your warmth clasp around him. With a small thrust, you adjusted to his size quickly, leading to harder, deeper ones. The two of you fell into a nice rhythm soon, your hands resting on his bare chest. Every time you slid down, he'd buck his hips to meet you, eliciting a small moan from you every time. God, how he wished he could let you scream his name. If you wouldn’t be punished, even the corpses outside would know who was fucking you.

Neither of you lasted too much longer before you both reached your orgasms. His name and a string of curses fell from your lips as you came for the second time, and not but seconds later, light moans escaped the man in front of you as he finally, finally got his release. The two of you were both pleased as you sat on the now-messy bed together in silence, each of you trying to comprehend what had just now happened.

Did you really just have late-night sex with a member of the Cooperative? Yes, yes you did.

You could tell that Michael wasn’t the type to stick around after he got what he wanted. He preferred to sleep on his own in his bed, his previous lover nowhere in sight. But somehow, some way, he couldn’t say no when you asked him to stay just long enough for you to fall asleep. That turned into “just a little while longer” and “I don’t want to wake her up,” which, in turn, resulted in the two of you being curled up together in the dark until morning came.

And that was good enough for you.

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idothisforfunx · 6 years

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It’s Finally Here- Heather’s Top Ten Thighs of Fire Emblem Heroes (As of July 2018)

This is a long post so everything is under the cut! (I went on my computer to make this post!! :O) It took HOURS to sort out and make it look pretty, so please enjoy it!

First of all, I would like to give a shoutout to the people over on @hopusbopus‘s server!!! Without their help and contributions, I would be quite lacking in my information about the thighs of Fire Emblem! (Units like Christmas Chrom and Eldigan have evaded me!) It was hard ranking these beautiful works of art, and even now I’m unsure of some of the positions I’ve given them. But, it’ll do for now!

EDIT: I’ve also noticed I missed quite a few people. I changed the list around last minute quite a few times cause I forgot people/realized stuff, and I even forgot Camoo and Bruno! isujhbisdubflijeb sorry X3

Also.... to a certain few people, and one specific person (Totodiles. That’s all I have to say)..... Please don’t judge me for this list. It had to be done. With all the talk about them on the discord server, and all the screenshots I had piling up.... I had to do it to ‘em.

I would also like to mention that this is a males only list. I may make a female one in the future, but for now, lets get to it!

Honourable Mentions

1. Ares has some damn good thighs. However unfortunately, he just got overshadowed by the people on the list.

2. Jakob actually did make it onto the list! However, last minute as I was writing an honourable mention for the 10th spot, I realized that he had better thighs then dear old Jakob here. So, I quickly switched the two. Sorry Jakob. Your thighs are just a biiiit too shiny and smooth. Nice shape, though.

3. Regular Chrom is our final honourable mention (I have more but I decided against putting them here)! Chrom... we know you have them. We know you have the Good Stuff™. Show it to us. Chrom. Please. Show us. We know.

Now, onto the list!

10. Eldigan

Eldigan is, unfortunately, one of the units I do not have, and I got this screenshot from the amazing people at Hopus Bopus’ server! ;) Eldigan’s thighs are... lacking. They’re a bit on the slim side, but they look pretty muscular.

9. Niles

Niles barely managed to get to the 9th spot, despite being my husband. Jakob was originally going to be in the 10th place, but I replaced him with Niles, and then realized quickly that Niles does in fact have better thighs then Eldigan! BUUUTTT anyway... Lets get down to the details. Niles has some nice thick thighs; they have a nice shape and look pretty strong. They don’t look too muscular though (actually- they don’t look muscular at all!), which is a nice plus. Those are some solid thighs you got there, my love. 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 There’s just a few people with better thighs then you....

8. Christmas Robin

I had some trouble with this boy. He looks like pretty well off- I nearly put him quite high on this list, until I got down to the technical details. The thing here is, his pants are poofy. We can barely see his thighs! That one rip in his art is all we have, and it leaves one to imagine. And that is exactly why I put him this low on the list. He looks like he could have some amazing thighs- but that’s just speculation. Entirely speculation. In fact, that’s the main reason why he’s higher on this list then Niles. For all we know, especially from how skinny he appears to be, his thighs could be quite skinny and lackluster. It’s just.... he’s got quite a few things working against him. Sorry Robin.

7. Valter

I feel like I’m doing him an injustice by putting him here. He’s got some nice thighs, for sure! The dirt on them is a nice touch for his damaged art. Honestly, they look super nice. They look muscular, but not too muscular, and they look pretty thick, but not too thick.... His thighs look like they’ve seen combat before. His left thigh maybe even looks like it has a scar on it? Maybe? Anyway, they look like some battle hardened legs. Good legs.

But uhh.... the only reason he’s not higher is the same reason as Niles: other people have better thighs.

6. Alfonse

The Askran prince himself! He’s got some pretty nice thighs. They look untouched. Smooth. They’re not too thin, and they aren’t muscular at all. Alfonse’s thighs are pure, pristine. Theres just something about them that makes them look super nice.... And as Niles says, he looks like a pretty bit of porcelain. He may indeed look nicer with a few chips, but he looks pretty damn good to me right now.

5. Gerome

Damn. Those thighs tell stories. He’s got a lot of cuts and scrapes, and I’m not sure if it’s just because of him getting hurt, or if it’s because those are indeed scars. But I’m pretty sure at least some of those are scars. And like I said: those thighs (and the scars that come with them!) tell stories man. Stories of how he’s been hurt, his struggle, the armies of risen he’s had to fight, his past.... everything. His thighs aren’t very thicc, but they aren’t too skinny either. I’d say they’re pretty muscular, which gives him an adequate amount of thickness. But I feel like you could plant kisses on every one of his scars and he could tell you the story behind each and every one.

4. Legendary Ephraim

Legendary Ephriam is THICC. He’s got some DAMN nice thighs and they look DAMN nice for resting your head on. They actually look more fat then muscular, surprisingly, despite the fact you can see a glimpse of a 6 pack a bit further up and to the right. 👀 👀 👀 And look- I am not complaining. In fact, I don’t think I need to say much else. These thighs are just.... Legendary.

3. Christmas Chrom (ft. Spring Chrom)

Ok, so this spot was originally going to JUST go to Christmas Chrom, but as I was thinking about Chrom, I remembered his spring form! Who I literally have in my barracks!!!! How could I forget him??? But I pulled up this bad boy on my computer and confirmed Chrom DOES have some damn nice thighs (AND a nice body.... *ahem*)

Christmas Chrom’s thighs seem a bit thicker then Spring Chrom’s. But Spring Chrom is practically in a skintight outfit- how could I not have him be on this list? Anyway, I was going to talk about how Chrom doesn’t seem to have any art in Heroes that reveals his thighs too much, and that Christmas Chrom was the best one to portray the thighs we all know he has. ;) They’re nice and thick; not too muscular but not too fat either. But Spring Chrom negates this comment entirely, so uh... yeah.

2. Ephriam

I can’t fucking believe it either. Normal Ephriam makes it to second place on this list with these vanilla thighs. They’re skinny, too! But if you look closely, you can see a hint of muscle on the one on the right. His thighs are sooo vanilla, but they look amazing. There’s just something about them that makes me love them. Maybe they’re not very good for laying your head on, and maybe they don’t tell stories like Gerome’s, but.... Naga Damn Me if I said No to these thighs.

And the Number 1 spot on this list goes to....

1. The Prince of Darkness: Berkut

Ok ok ok ok ok ok.... so hear me out. First, look at this art. Only the finest for our evil prince! Second, this is a good angle! You get to see them from the sides AND the top! Third!!! They’re perfect!!! They look like strong, thicc thighs. BUT! Not too muscular (which would be nasty), and not too thicc! They’re just right! Legendary Ephriam had huge thighs: thicc. But they were too thicc. Gerome had muscular thighs: it made him too skinny. But! Berkut has the perfect size: they aren’t too big, nor too small. You can easily and comfortably rest your head in his lap, or even sit on it if you wish. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And, I’d like to think that once he gets more attached to you, he may be more willing to let/make you sit on his lap.

#fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #feh #top ten #jakob #chrom #eldigan #robin #berkut #ephraim #alfonse #valter #gerome #fire emblem echoes #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem sacred stones #fire emblem geneology of the holy war #fire emblem fates

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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 11

while medusa and noah are making prepperations, our DWMA crew head to the city in the sky, and uncover some truth about stocking’s origins.

once again, shoutout to @soul-dwelling for making this RP possible!

-elsewhere- medusa: *smirking* Noah: (his wrists and ankles pinned by her arrows) "Hmph...I'm not saying that wasn't good...but not as much fun as when I get to touch..." medusa: too bad... that was one hell of an orgasm though... that you didnt cause~ Noah: (biting his lip, trying to hold back) "I could tell: your sounds were...enthusiastic." medusa: *griiins* Noah: (stares at her body) "I think you traded up in bodies, too...Those tits..." medusa: what about them? Noah: (smirks) "You proud of them? 'Cause you should be." medusa: oh i am. and with big sis gone, i'm the most endowed gorgon sister.) Noah: (licks his lips) "Put your hands on them..." medusa: heh...nope~ Noah: (frowns) "Fine...If we aren't going to play, then I'll have you get back to work..." medusa: just remember i still have you pinned. Noah: "And so long as I am pinned..." (nods to the Book of Enoch) "...that book is useless to you." medusa: hmm..... *she rubs her foot against his shaft* Noah: (biting his lip) "God..." (moans with pleasure) medusa: if i could, i'd love to skin you alive. Noah: (smiles) "And what would you do with my skin?" medusa: i'd set it on fire. Noah: (chuckles) "I've come back from worse...What would you do with my skinless body?" (arches his hips a bit towards her foot) medusa: i might grind the bones for potions and feed the meats to passing strays. Noah: (laughs) " 'Feed passing strays'? No, the only one I feed is you..." (looks at his hardening penis) medusa:..... *she steps on him* Noah: "Arg!" (pained, but trying to keep a smile) "You cunt..." medusa: *smirks* you're welcome~ Noah: "You know what I would do to you? I'd show you just how flexible you are..." medusa: sure.... i think i remember the prison guards taking some girl to the psyche ward... i think she was your servant... is this correct? Noah: (chuckles) "Yes...Break some bones, break her mind." medusa: you probably used her body up too... like that girl and your old servant, Ilise. Noah: (inhales) "Her blood...God, that smell was delicious..." medusa: blood or blood ink? Noah: (smirks) "I need something to jog my memory..." medusa: *she bites her lip till it bleeds and kisses him* Noah: (swallows her blood, licking at the cut) "Blood ink...is not as good as the real thing..." medusa: heh... Noah: (tries to slip his tongue past her lips...) medusa: *she backs up* uh-uh-uh~ not so fast~ Noah: "Please...Just a bit of fun..." medusa: only if you beg~ Noah: (frowns) "Please...Lady Medusa?" Noah: "I am not fit to lick your toes..." medusa: what was that? i cant hear you~ Noah: (louder) "I am a worm, here at your feet, desiring only one thing: to pleasure you. And I am not even fit to do that." medusa: tch- that's better~ -elsewhere- Patty: (resting her feet in the pool) liz: hey sis. Patty: (smiles) "Hey, Sis! Some wedding shindig that was, huh?" liz: yeah it sure was. Patty: (rubs her face) "Just wish I didn't get elbowed in the face like that...Some conga line..." liz: *hugs her* Patty: (returns the hug) "How 'bout you? You like the dancing and the feasting?" liz: yeah. i'm glad wes got to make it. Patty: :3 "Liz..." liz: ??? Patty: "You going to take him out before he flies to his next gig?" liz: well, he did invite me to dinner at this french restaurant that opened up... Patty: *poke poke* "Go!" liz: well, he's in town for the next 3 days. he invited me out for tomorrow... Patty: (seizes Liz by the shoulder) "We get you a new outfit, get your hair done, and you get a great date with a hottie!" (puts her face against hers) "But you need sleep for all of that prep!" -the next day- Patty: (humming happily) -at the restaurant.- liz: wes! great to see you! Wes: "Liz! It's great to see you, too..." (holds out his arms) liz: *she hugs him* Wes: (smiles, then pulls back) "Love your hair." liz: *blush* thanks. Wes: (pulls out the chair for her to sit) liz: this is a really fancy place. Wes: (nods, as he pushes her chair in) "I was pleased with the reviews--and how amenable they were to get us a reservation." liz: yeah... so where is your next gig? Wes: "Back to London." liz: ah. Wes: "Looking forward to it: packed house. And congratulations again on becoming a college student!" liz: yeah. hard to believe... Wes: (smiles) "You deserve it...So..." (pulls out from under the table a small, gift wrapped box) liz: ?? Wes: "I bought you this, to commemorate your entrance into college...Would you mind opening it?" liz: *she opens the box* --It's a fountain pen-- liz: aw wes. this is so nice of you. *she smiles* Wes: "Something to help you with writing notes...It-It writes clearly, minimal pressure, and it came with a lifetime supply of ink..." (blushes a bit) "My parents got me one when I left college..." liz: *she blushes* Wes: *clear throat* "Um, so...W-Would you like to order?" liz: i think the steak. Wes: (nods) "I think I'll have the same." -at another table.- Spirit: (smiling stupidly) cathrine: mmmh~ the food here is delicious~! Spirit: "Yes, that's what brought me here...and of course you." cathrine: aww~ *she cuts some food* say 'aaaaah~' Spirit: (blushes but opens his mouth) "Aaaah..." --At the bar, watching-- Kami (in disguise): ("Well, I lost my appetite...") --Back at Spirit and Cathrine's table-- cathrine: hehe~ thanks for bringing my magazine for me. Spirit: "Anything for you. Typical of the post office to screw that up." cathrine: yeah, its so hard to get good help these days. *she holds his hand* Spirit: (smiles, lightly rubbing along her hand) "I've enjoyed spending time with you, Cathrine." cathrine: do you think..... *looks around* the bathrooms are spacious here? Spirit: (blushes, gulps) "One way to find out..." cathrine: well come on then~ -she leads him by his tie- Spirit: "O-Okay..." Kami: (watching o_o "Are you kidding me?!") -the music is turned up to drown out the screams- Kami: (spots Cathrine's jacket...) "Hmm..." (walks by...and drops a tracker on it, and goes back to the bar) --Inside the bathroom-- [2 lewd] Spirit: (panting) "That was great." cathrine: ahhh~ damn that felt amazing... Spirit: (smiles) "So, was that 'dessert'? Or did you want one off of the menu?" cathrine: well, we should go back out now.. maybe we can finish up at your place~? Spirit: "S-Sure...Unless you wanted to go back to your place..." cathrine: yeah, but my place i such a mess right now. Spirit: (kisses along her neck as she straightens herself) "If it is already a mess, then it won't be a problem if we make it a bigger mess...But if you are set on it, sure, my place is fine..." cathrine: aww~ *smooch* Spirit: (smiles) "You'll love my bedroom...large bed, satin sheets..." cathrine: ooh~ Spirit: (gooses her as they exit) -in another stall, the occupant is horrified- cathrine: ooh~! Spirit: "Heh heh..." --Back at another table-- Wes: "That was an excellent meal." liz: yeah, it was really good. -at another table- nygus: sid? are you alright? Sid: "F-Fine..." (whispers) "I had eyes on a target." nygus: any updates? Sid: "...They are going back to Spirit's residence. We are not going to get a chance to find her HQ." nygus: darn... Sid: "Just have to hope that magazine Stein and Valentine rigged up works: if she brings it to her home, we can track her. And its bug will let us see and hear..." (shudders) "I think I've heard enough..." nygus:... ?? Sid: "N-Nothing..." (notices someone at the bar) "Hmm..." nygus: ..... *shrugs* Kami: (keeping her back to Sid and Nygus...) -cathrine and spirit have left- -elsewhere- Spirit: "Here we are!" Kami: (down the block, looking at her tracker..."To your place, Spirit? Yuck.") cathrine: you have such a nice place. *she looks at some pictures, some of spirit, others of maka and kami* Spirit: (notices the photos) "Thanks..." (points) "My ex-wife...our Maka." cathrine: *looks at maka* such a sweet girl... its awful what happened to her... Spirit: "..." *sniffs* cathrine: *she hugs him* Spirit: (cries a bit, then calms down) "Thank you...I wish Maka could have met you..." cathrine: ....... Spirit: "..." (kisses her cheek) cathrine: *she smiles* Spirit: (pulls down her jacket a bit, kissing her shoulder) cathrine: ahhh~ Spirit: (removes her jacket, tossing it behind him onto a chair...knocking the tracker off of it so it lands under the chair)) cathrine: spirit you naughty boy~ Spirit: (wraps his arms around her waist) "Will I be punished?" cathrine: actually, i like-em a lil naughty~ Kami: T_T ("I hate this job...") -in what is totally a delivery truck- nygus: O_O Spirit: (smirks) "Oh..." (tugs on the collar to her shirt, kissing at the top of her cleavage) cathrine: *she moans softly* Sid: -_- "I was never the kind of man to be turned on by this...and I'm still not that kind of zombie..." (shudders) nygus: why...just....why? Spirit: (grips along the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up as he gets on his knees to kiss her belly) Sid: "We're being punished. That's the only answer." cathrine: ohhh~ Spirit: (licks along her belly button) cathrine: hehe~ that tickles~! Spirit: (continues licking, as his fingers unbutton her pants) cathrine: ahhh~ Spirit: "Ooh...Very sexy..." (he coaxes her out of her pants, then picks her up, bridal style) cathrine: ah! haha~ Spirit: (brings her into his bedroom, and shuts the door...) -10 minutes later- nygus: O_____________________O Kami: "...I hate this fucking job." Sid: "...Jeez." cathine: AHHHHHHH~!! Spirit: "God, yes!" nygus: i feel violated. sid: "Be grateful they didn't bring the magazine in--or we'd be seeing it..." (shudders) Kami: "..." (facepalm) "Jeez...My ex-husband and some hot witch boinking. FML." cathrine: ah~ right there~! fuck me, daddy, fuck me! Kami: o_o Sid: o_o Spirit: "Take it, baby! Take it!" nygus: *she vomits into a can* Sid: (pats her back) "Stein is going to have to pay us so much over-time..." Kami: "...Well, I see Spirit's bedroom talk hasn't changed. And here's the part where he says--" Spirit: "You naughty little girl! Papa spank!" Kami: "Yep. Predictable." nygus: TURN IT OFF FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN IT OFF!! Sid: "Go lie down..." (puts in headphones) "I'll listen...to make sure this witch doesn't kill him...Not before I punch him in the gut." Kami: "..." (fans herself a little) "Man..." cathrine: AHHH~! OH YES~! GIVE IT TO ME BABY! Kami: "..." (shakes her head) Spirit: (panting, grunting) "You like that? You like that?" (loud sound of a spanking) Kami: o\\\\\o "..." cathrine: AHH~! Spirit: "Who's a naughty girl?" cathrine: me~ im such a dirty little slut~! Spirit: "Yes, you are..." (his hands reach her breasts as he continues...) "Take it, you little slut...Take it!" Kami: (shakes her head) "This is torture. This is torture. This is torture..." nygus: TT~TT i've seen horrible things in my life. lacerations. severed limbs, burns... but this is by far the worst of it all... Sid: "It's like hearing two constipated sloths killing each other." nygus: gen you better not pass out on us! Gen: "...I hate life. I want to die..." nygus: .... Spirit: "You naughty minx..." (sounds of more spanking) cathrine: ahhhh~n! Spirit: "Oh God...Oh God! Kami!" Kami: o_o Spirit: "..." Sid: :0 cathrine: ?? uh... *she starts chuckling* aww, did you mess up? Spirit: "...Y-Yeah...Sorry...Um...I-I'm still good...A-Are you?" cathrine: yeah... you gonna finish or what? Kami: (covers her mouth, reaches for the garbage can in her hotel room, vomits) nygus: NOOOOOOO!!!!! Spirit: "Oh...S-Sure...Um..." (half-hearted spank heard, along with bedsprings squeaking) cathrine: ahhhh~ Spirit: (panting) "Cum for me, Cathrine. Cathrine. Cum for me, Cathrine..." cathrine: ahhhh~ harder baby~ Spirit: (bedsprings heard squeaking faster, another loud spank) cathrine: AH THATS GOOD~ Spirit: "Oh, God!" (spank, spank, spank, spank) cathrine: YES~ YES~!! Spirit: "Cathrine! Cathrine! CaaaaaaaaAAAAAAARTHIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!" cathrine: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spirit: (panting, sounds of loud kissing heard) -BANG BANG- Kami: (collapsed on the floor, the headphones still on, moaning) "I. Hate. This. Job...And when I next see Lord Death, I'm slapping him." neighbor: SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO WRITE IN HERE ASSHOLE!! Spirit: (panting, sighs...laughs a bit as he pulls out of Cathrine) "Ignore them..." (kisses her lips) "Jerk." nygus: *crying* Sid: (pats her shoulder) "It's okay...It's over..." Spirit: "Up for Round 2?" Sid: o_o nygus: *SCREAMS AND FAINTS* Sid: "Nygus! Where the hell are the smelling salts?!" Spirit: (sounds of him kissing Cathrine) "God, you were amazing..." -elsewhere- Wes: (smiles) "That was a great dinner, Liz. Thanks for tonight." liz: no problem. Wes: "...Liz?" liz: hmm? Wes: "..." (approaches her, leans his head towards her) liz: we- Wes: (kisses...her cheek) liz: o///////////////o Wes: (pulls back, looks at her, while blushing) "..." liz: ah..... Wes: "Th-Thank you again...M-May I walk you home?" liz: yeah. Wes: "Okay..." (brushes his hand along hers, waiting to see--) liz: .////. liz: *she holds his hand a bit* Wes: (blushes more, then smiles as they walk...he gently squeezes her hand) -elsewhere- stocking: *layin next to kid on the couch* Kid: "Stocking? What are you thinking about?" stocking: you wanted to talk to me about something? Kid: (hugs her) "We...will have our mission to find the Sky Sage, soon." stocking: yeah.... Kid: "...Is there anything I can do to help you?" stocking: *she holds him* ............. Kid: (holds her, stroking her hair) "It's going to be okay." stocking:........... i think liz is back. Kid: (pops up over the couch) "Oh, Liz. Welcome." liz: hey kid, stocking. Kid: "How was your evening?" liz: pretty good. the music got a bit loud, but great none-the-less. Kid: "Hmm...That's unfortunate. How is Wes?" liz: pretty good. he gave me a fountain pen as a collage gift. Kid: (smiles) "That was kind of him." (smirks) "So, you didn't see fit to bring him home to let us speak with him?" liz: he had to get back to his hotel room. Kid: (nods) "Well, if you see him again, pass along my hello." liz: can do. -elsewhere- soul: MAKA!!........... *panting*........ soul:.....dammit...... Black Star: *yawn* "Dude, it's late...Come on..." (points to the kitchen, where Tsubaki left some cookies) "I'll get the milk." soul: thanks.... Black Star: "...You see your brother yet?" soul:....... Black Star: "You'd better. He's flying out soon, right?" soul:............ Black Star: "...Okay. I'm not going to make you...But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you mope inside this apartment, either. You run into him, you'll have to talk with him, man." soul: yeah.... Black Star: "...Okay." (munches on a cookie) -elsewhere- lord death: *rubbing yumi's stomach* Yumi: (smiles) "They have been kicking so much..." lord death: *he smiles* hey sweetie, daddy's here~ *kisses her stomach* Yumi: (something between a moan and a murmur) lord death: hehe~ cuties~ Yumi: "Look who's talking..." (pats his head) lord death: *purrs* Yumi: (giggles) "You silly..." -elsewhere- Kana: (holding flowers) eternal feather: those are really pretty, kana. Kana: (blushes) "You're welcome. How are you?" eternal feather: a lot better now. Kana: (nods) "Who else visited in the hospital?" eternal feather: tsugumi, anya, and meme....h-hiro visited too. Kana: "...Oh. You are still sexually attracted to him." eternal feather: w-what?! Kana: "Or romantically attracted. Whatever is more appropriate to say. I really don't know. But the stammering and your blushing suggests you have strong feelings for him." eternal feather: ./////. Kana: "Perhaps you should engage in ritualistic activities undertaken by persons attracted to each other: sharing meals, walking together through arboreal locations, shopping together..." eternal feather: hmmm... .////. Kana: "...Maybe start small. See whether you can study together." (walks up to her, hugs her) "Not even Tarot can predict what will happen." eternal feather:...thanks.... -hospital- justin: *reading* Giriko: "Jeez, this is one hell of a pain! Not even a good pain--like a bad pain!" gopher: *humph* serves you right... kirika: *playing neko atsume on her phone* Giriko: "I'm sorry! Jeez! How many times do I have to say it?!" (cringes) "Ah! How am I still alive after that guy twisted me like a fucking balloon animal?!" kirika: immortality maybe?.... he did blast you with lazers..... and throw you around like a doll. Giriko: "Man, I went down like a bitch..." kirika: it was pretty fucked up. gopher: wow... i want to be strong like that someday... Giriko: "Tch. Puttin' it mildly..." (looks at Gopher) "You'll need muscles first, squirt." gopher: *^* Giriko: "Kirika, you brought me what I asked for during my extended hospital stay?" kirika: got it right here. *she pulls it out of her bag* Giriko: (salivating) "Oh, yeah! Thank you!" gopher: ?? Giriko: "Ha ha ha...The nurses here won't let me have cigarettes. They say it harms the other patients..." (pulls out cigarettes...then stops) "Where's the lighter?" nurse: and just what do you think you're doing with those, mr? Giriko: (stares) "Smoking. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" -SMACK- Giriko: "Ow! How am I supposed to get better if everyone keeps hitting me?!" nurse: you can have these back _after_ you've been discharged. Giriko: "Dick!" Giriko: "Kirika! Stop that nurse!" kirika: well that sucks... kirika: i'd love too, but alas, i have to go to school. i know, its a travesty. -later- justin: *reading still...* Giriko: (grumbles) "Hey, Priest--I got to take a leak. Empty my bedpan." -after that- Giriko: "Ahh...What a relief..." justin:............ Giriko: "What the heck you reading anyway, Priest?" -it appears to be great expectations- Giriko: "Who's the author?" (read the author...then starts giggling) justin: ....... Giriko: " 'Dickens'...So, what's the book about?" justin:............ Giriko: "...That good a book, huh?" (lies back in bed) "Maybe you should try some audio books instead of loud music all the time." justin:...... Giriko: "Hmph..." ("Come conversationalist..." *yawns* Starts to fall asleep) -you seem to be in a foggy area.- Giriko: (smacks his mouth a bit...) "Huh...How did I wake up here?" (then he realizes something) "Hey...This is familiar..." -a figure is standing in the distance- Giriko: "...Hey?! Where the fuck am I?" (marches up to the figure) spider witch?: ............... Giriko: (eyes widen) "No way..." spider witch?: ........... *she looks at you, sadly* Giriko: "Arachne? How are you here?" (moves towards her, then gets down on a knee) "I..." arachne?:....... *lightly extends a hand* Giriko: (takes it) "I don't know how you are here...I thought you had died..." (looks up at her) arachne?: ............. *she leans in closer* Giriko: (stands up a bit, looking at her face...It seems...off...) "...You do something with your face?" arachne?: *she leans in to kiss him* Giriko: (gulps, closes his eyes, leans in...) -before your lips touch, you wake up- Giriko: "Ah!" (sits up--and screams, clutches his chest) "Ah!" justin: ?? are you alright? Giriko: "...Oh, now you hear me?!" (grumbles) "Fine. Just a bad dream." justin: would you like to talk about it? Giriko: "...I saw Arachne." justin: oh. *he nods* Giriko: "Yeah..." (lies back down) "Just a stupid dream." justin: ............... you laid her to rest, did you not? Giriko: "Yeah...She's dead. Not coming back." (turns his head away) Giriko: "...Just dead." justin:.... would you like to see her? Giriko: "..." (nods) "Soon as I get out of here..." justin: ok. Giriko: "...I'll get some sleep...Um, unless there was something else to talk about..." justin: *he smiles* get some rest for now. Giriko: (blushing a bit) "Yeah, thanks..." (closes his eyes, nods off) -later- Patty: (staring at Liz) liz: hmm? Patty: (clutches Liz's chin) liz: what? Patty: "So...how was last night? You look like you are glowing..." liz: it went really well. Patty: (nods) "That's good...Wes still a hottie?" liz: as you put it, yeah. Patty: (smiles) "You gonna see him again before he flies off?" Patty: ("I knew the makeover would help Big Sis...") liz: probably. Patty: :3 "Should I wait up for you?" liz: ?? Patty: "Will you be out late with Wes? Like until, say, the next morning?" liz: *bluush* patti! Patty: "Ha ha ha! Just teasing you!" (serious) "But if he hurts you, I'm gonna put him in the hospital." liz: *sweatdrop* Patty: (kisses Liz's cheek) "So, what's on the agenda today?" liz: *shrugs* not sure yet. i might check in on kid. Kid: (pops up behind Liz) "You called?" liz: ah! you ok? Kid: (frowns) "Yes. But you seem rather jumpy...especially when we are a week away from a mission." liz: yeah... Kid: (looking down) "Arcadia..." (shakes a little) liz:.....? Kid: "...I am worried for Stocking." liz: i know... Kid: "...Sigh...Well, today, we are focusing on weapons training. This mission to Arcadia will be peaceful, but we have no idea what threats await us, so I want us to be prepared." liz: alright then. Kid: "So, you haven't arranged a date for tonight?" liz: i might visit him at his place. Patty: (eyebrow wiggle) Kid: (smirk) liz: you goddamn horndogs! Kid and Patty: (giggling) liz: *rolls eyes* Kid: "Okay...Patty, bring your sister along to the training room: we'll be working here in the Mansion today. Then you'll need to get Liz ready for her date." liz: right then. Patty: " 'Kay!" --In the training room-- Kid: (focusing on his breath...) "Okay...I'm close to resonating with you both...Please transform..." liz: alright. *she changes into gun form* Patty: "Ready!" (changes into gun form as well) Kid: (armed with both Thompsons, but still breathing...) "Focus, Liz...Patty, focus..." liz: *breaths. focusing* Patty: (matches their breath) Kid: "...Computer...begin." Kid: (keeps his eyes closed--as slots in the walls open, throwing eight bladed circles directly at Kid simultaneously) -BANG BANG- Kid: (still with eyes closed, but drawing upon what Liz and Patty senses, dodges the blades and fires, either shattering the blades or letting those blades knock against each other, destroying themselves) -4 maid mannequins appear and begin attacking- Kid: (fires at the mannequins while dodging their attacks, still with eyes closed) -the opponents are defeated- Kid: (sighs, opens his eyes) "Hmmm...Still three seconds too slow..." liz: that was pretty good kid! Patty: "Yeah! You blew up those mannequins real good!" (resumes human form, picks up a mannequin's head and plays with it like a puppet) " 'Help me! I can't get a-head!'" liz: ugh.... *she changes back as well* Kid: (chuckles at Patty, messing up her hair) "Okay. Two more rounds, then we'll call it a day. Go rehydrate first." liz: alright. -after training- Kid: (panting) "Woo! Okay...That was a lot better. G-Good work, Liz, Patty." liz: careful you dont pass out there Kid: (laughs) "I won't..." (stretches) "Let's stop here. I'm going to shower." liz: *she nods* -some time later- Patty: (studying Liz) "You all ready?" liz: yeah. i'm going to be bringing soul as well. Patty: (quiet) "Oh..." (hugs Liz) "You are a good person." liz: *she smiles* -later- -knock knock knock- Wes: (looks through peephole--and smiles. "Well, that's a pleasant surprise..." Opens the door.) "Hello." soul: *grumbles* liz: hey wes. Wes: "Hi, Liz...Hey, Soul..." soul:.............. liz: mind if we come in? Wes: "No! Come in!" (nervous laugh..."I'll just have to make sure they don't go into the bedroom...") soul: *turns on the TV* liz: nice place you got here. Wes: (smiles at Liz) "Thanks! I wanted a place where I could practice without bothering other guests...Plenty of room, privacy..." (looks at Soul) "And...they were kind enough to give me a room with a, um..." (he points to where there is a piano in the living room) soul:.......... *turns up the TV volume+slumps* Wes: (frowns sadly, sighs, slumps back against the couch as well...They look like twins) liz: *she chuckles* soul: what? Wes: "???" soul:............. Wes: (looks over at Soul...then realizes. Smiles) "We really are a pair..." soul: *huffs* Wes: "...How have you been, Soul?" soul: ...................... Wes: "...I...heard that you were a great Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet." soul:...yeah..... Wes: "...You always have been great on stage." (looks at Liz) "You should've seen him in an elementary school production of 'The Princess and the Pea.'" soul: o/////o *covers his face in a pillow and screams* Wes: (smiles at Soul) "Come on--is it any less embarrassing then when I played Peter Pan in the third grade?" liz: *snickers* soul: ............... Wes: (smiles at Soul) "Remember when my tights ripped?" (laughs) "I was suspended in the air with my butt in the air?" soul: ......................... Wes: (pokes Soul's shoulder) "I remember how much you were laughing afterwards...You didn't let me forget for a month." soul: *grumbles* Wes: (smirks) "Right?" (tickles his arm) soul: whatever.... Wes: (frowns) "..." (leans against the couch again, just watching TV silently...glances at Liz) liz: *sigh* want any pizza? Wes: (smiles) "Sure. You want to try room service?" soul: .......... liz: sounds good! Wes: "Soul? Is pizza good?" soul:...... *shrugs* eh.... liz: i'll take that as a yes. -later- soul............ Wes: "What did you think of the pizza, Soul?" soul: ........not bad. Wes: (smiles) "Liz?" liz: this is really good! Wes: (smiles wider) "Great." (blushes a bit, clears his throat) "S-Soul? This is a pretty awesome hotel. They have, um, a pool...if you wanted to go there. I mean, after our food goes down." soul: im good..... Wes: "Well, we could walk around there...or check out the balcony. I heard it has the second-best view of Death City..." liz: and the best? Wes: "I heard it's the Academy itself...since it is so tall, pretty much in the center of town..." liz: ah. Wes: "...So...back to watching TV? We could order a movie, get some popcorn..." liz: sounds good. soul: ............... Wes: "How about you pick the movie, Soul?" soul: ............ *shrugs* i dont care, get f*cking bambi for all i care. Wes: "..." -they got bambi- soul:.......................................... Wes: "..." (glancing at Liz) liz: ^^; Wes: "...I used to cry when Bambi's mom got shot..." soul:............. *he curls up* liz:.......... *she holds wes' hand* Wes: (holds Liz's hand, puts an arm around Soul) soul: *grumbling* Wes: (sniffs a little, patting Soul's back) soul:........... *silent, slumps over, not saying anything* Wes: (still holding Liz's hand) "..." -bang- soul: *he flinches* Wes: *he flinches* liz: *wince* Wes: "..." (sniffs loudly, then sobs) liz: Q~Q soul:............ *he gets up and locks himself in the bathroom* Wes: (hands over his face, crying) -after the movie- Wes: (passes around the tissues) liz: soul? you ok in there? soul: i'm fine liz! Wes: (knocks on the door) "Soul? We're here whenever you want to come out..." soul: i said im _fine!_ Wes: (backs away, looks at Liz) "Maybe Bambi was a bad choice..." liz: soul........... soul: ................... liz: if this is about what arthur said the other day- soul: I'M FINE! Wes: "???" Wes: (whispers) "Arthur?" liz: some weird kid with a knight complex at our school... -she explains what happened- Wes: "...God, I'm an idiot." liz: you're not an idiot wes... *she hugs him* Wes: "I-I know so little about what he has gone through..." (shakes his head) "I can't be around him all the time...It makes me think..." (sigh) "Maybe I should stop." liz: wes..... *she rubs his back.* Wes: "Maybe...I should stop touring...and stay." liz: ......... soul: havent i burdened you enough? Wes: o_o (realizing he is hugging Liz, lets go slowly to see Soul) " 'Burden'? No..." soul: oh no, dont let _my_ problems get in the way of your _rich and fabulous_ lifestyle! Wes: (frowns) "Soul, I-I have a career. You have a life here. And I'm sorry that--that I haven't been in your life. I want to be. I thought things were fine...but obviously they aren't. And no career is worth...is worth losing family." (balls his hands into fists) "I want to move to Death City." liz: but... what about your show in london? Wes: (smiles) "I guess that's my finale for a bit: wrap that up, move here." liz: for now, i guess that will work. soul: tch-, you probably already ratted me out to your parents. Wes: (solemn, shakes his head) "I haven't said anything to _our_ parents...I leave that to you." soul: maybe when i die, thanks. Wes: (smirks) "Maybe..." (serious) "Is it okay if I moved here?" liz: i think so. Wes: "Soul? Is it okay with you?" soul:...........(thinking: as if those assholes even care that im gone....) Wes: "Soul? I want to be here for you...I think I should be here, physically. We don't...I mean, I wouldn't be moving in with you or anything...unless you wanted. D-Do you want me _not_ to move to Death City?" soul: ............................................ liz: maybe just to keep an eye on him. Wes: ^_^; "I...suppose that's one way of putting it...Soul? Can I move here to Death City?" soul: what do i care?..not like _my_ opinion matters............ Wes: (hugs Soul) "Thanks, Little Bro! I promise I won't be a nuisance! I'll give you your space--" (picks up Soul by his armpits) "But now we can hang out together more often!" soul:............................... joooooy..... -_-; Wes: (sets Soul down) "Let's celebrate! How about wine?" soul: i cant drink! Wes: (bemused) "You can in France..." soul: this isnt france. Wes: (smiles) "Okay...No wine--water, then. Liz? Can I get you some water?" liz: sure Wes: (smiles as he goes to the kitchen to get bottles of water) -later- Wes: "G-Good night, Soul..." --INITIATE: Awkward sibling hug-- soul:.......... *mumbling* Wes: (blushing at Liz) "L-Liz..." liz: see you around. *she smiles* Wes: (nods, smiles) "S-See you..." (slowly shuts the door) -at gallows manor- Patty: (pacing the floor) Patty: "ELLEN!" ellen: ?? Patty: "HAS BIG SIS GOTTEN HOME SAFELY YET?!" -knock knock- liz: im ba- Patty: *glomp* *CRASH!* liz: ack! Patty: "Sis! You're back!" (rubbing her cheek against hers) liz: yes...yes i am.... *squish squish* uhhhh.... Patty: "...What? I'm clingy." -later- Patty: (grumbling) liz: what have we learned? Patty: (mumbles) "Don't grope your sister..." liz: good. Patty: "...You're just angry because Wes hasn't squeezed them yet." liz: O///////////////////////O Patty: "...Or did he?" liz: THAT DIDNT HAPPEN!! Patty: "Well, we can't have that!" (pulls out Liz's cell phone) liz: PATTI WA- Patty: *SEND!* liz: patti what did you do?! Patty: "Hee hee hee..." --At Wes's hotel-- Wes: o_o [text from liz cell: PLEASE IGNORE WHATEVER PATTI JUST SENT YOU!] Wes: [text] ha ha--i figured. don't worry: i already forgot whatever she sent Wes: o_o; "Oh, I'm not forgetting that image any time soon..." [text from liz cell: oh thank god ^^; ] Wes: [well, i'm glad you got home safely. get some sleep. see you before i fly to london?] [text from liz cell: sure. coffee at deathbucks? *coffee emoji*] Wes: [sure! 11 am?] [text from liz cell: sounds good. :) ] Wes: [great! see you then! night!] -the next morning- Wes: "Liz! Hey!" liz: hey wes. *waves* Wes: (approaches) "How are you?" liz: doing good, you? Wes: (nods) "Okay. A little nervous--about the move." liz: have you found a place to stay? Wes: (smiles) "Surprisingly, yes! Last night, my management team made a list, I checked them out super-early this morning, and I signed today!" liz: thats wonderful! where are you staying at? Wes: "It's a historic building here in Death City, about the size of a mansion. Pretty cheap, too." (laughs) "It's funny--one reason I was able to get the place so quickly and for so little money is because people think it is haunted!" liz: O_______O Wes: (still laughing, then slowly stops) "Liz? You okay?" liz: im alright... Wes: "...Okay." *clears throat* "Um, so...Oh! Looks like the cashier is about ready for us. What would you like to drink and eat?" liz: sure. -elsewhere- Yumi: "..." lord death: how are you feeling? *pats her back* Yumi: "...I am going to be glad when this pregnancy is over..." (eyeglasses shine) "Morning sickness is awful." lord death: there, there, sweetie. Yumi: (groans) "Death? Please get me some ginger ale..." lord death: right away, lovey~ -elsewhere- Anya: (drops the scoops of ice cream into the bowls for Tsugumi, Meme, Ao, and Mio) "And which toppings?" mio: i cant have nuts so... ao: matcha if you have any. tsugumi: whipped cream and a strawberry! Meme: "Chocolate and a cherry, please!" --Anya completes the toppings-- Anya: "Well, dig in! Meme and Mio, go slowly, or you'll get headaches again." Meme: (frowns) "It was one time..." mio: *numnum*..... not bad. Anya: (takes a spoonful) "Hmm...Tsugumi, how has your day been?" tsugumi: pretty well. saorin sent me a post card from okinawa. Anya: "Oh..." (frowns) "How kind of her." -at the hospital- Giriko: (stretching) "Ah, that feels better." justin: how are you? Giriko: (smirking) "Long and loose and full of juice! I'm ready to get out of here and cause some havoc!" justin: *spray bottles* easy there. you just got out of the hospital..... besides, didnt you want to visit her? Giriko: (shrieking like a cat as he tries to avoid the water...then serious) "Y-Yeah...I do." justin: where did you say she was? Giriko: "...I buried her near where she was...killed." justin: near baba yaga's castle....correct? *his tone is somber* Giriko: "Yeah...Just need to pack some things, first." justin: very well. -after picking up his stuff at the raven's talon inn- Giriko: "Ready!" (he is carrying a sloppy knapsack, while munching on a bad of chips) -one plane trip later, justin takes the dune buggy to the outskirts of the ruins of baba yaga's castle- justin:................. Giriko: "...Motherfucker..." justin:..... that poor girl.....taken before her time......i can only pray that she has found peace in the afterlife... Giriko: (leans to the marker he left...) "When I was growing up in Loew, I learned stonework..." (puts his hand along the grave marker he carved from the ruins, with an intricate spider design at its top) "I still suck at it." justin: i think it's quite nice.... -he examines a plaque- ['Here lies the beautiful Arachne Gorgon, the one woman i ever truly loved. May her soul rest in peace.'] ........ Giriko: (blushing...) "Could you give me a minute?" justin: take as much time as you need. Giriko: (waits until Justin leaves, looks at the tombstone) "Hey...How you doing?" -silence- Giriko: "...Yeah, I figured." (opens from his knapsack, pulling out a bottle of wine) "It ain't blood, but it's the best I could find..." (pops it, removes two glasses, pours some into both, holds one up to her) "To you." -no reply- Giriko: (sips slowly from his glass, sets his down, then takes hers) "And for you..." (pours some wine onto her grave) -nothing...- Giriko: (finishes pouring, then sets the glass to the side of her grave...He leans against one edge of the tombstone) "I'm...okay. Death City isn't as shitty as I thought. Needs more hookers, though." justin:.................. Giriko: "But...not everyone in that city is an asshole." (laughs a little) "I think you'd be impressed with me. I'm mentoring people. Me, a mentor? It's fucked up, right?" justin: *he smiles a bit* Giriko: "They're pretty chill kids. You'd like Kirika--mean, dark streak in her." (sips on his wine) "That Gopher kid is a little bitch. But...he's oddly defensive. Who knows--if I got him away from that Eibon guy, I could maybe make him more of a kickass dude." -silence- Giriko: "...Is this what you wanted for me? To be Death's whipping boy?" (puts a hand along her grave) "I...still have a shit ton of bloodlust. I want to kill...but maybe I'm just getting old and mellow...I don't know. But I know that without you, something is missing..." justin: ............. Giriko: "...I miss you, Arachne...I miss your face, your smile, your voice, those large tits of yours..." justin: .......... ^-^; Giriko: "I miss all of you, Arachne..." (kisses her tombstone) "I love you. I always will." (leaves the bottle and glasses, packs up his other materials, walks away) justin: are you...alright? Giriko: "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I got...closure..." (cries a bit) "Yeah..." justin:....... *hugs* its alright. Giriko: o_o "Ooooooooh...kay. We're hugging." (blushing) "Um...If you, like, don't let go of me, I'm going to totally cut you to ribbons....Seriously." justin: *he lets go* if you ever need anything, dont be afraid to ask. ok? Giriko: (grunts, clenches his teeth) "Fine...Can we get going?" justin: of course. Giriko: "Cool." (slings his knapsack into Justin's vehicle) -elsewhere- Kid: "I almost done packing...Just a few more days..." stocking: yeah... Kid: "...Stocking...This is a good thing..." stocking: *she nods* i know but....i'm scared... of what i'm going to find there.... Kid: "...Answers?" stocking:.... kid..... you know what i am....right? Kid: "...Stocking Pheles. The child of an angel and a demon. The woman I love. A beautiful soul who...is one of the most loyal people I know." stocking: right... born from the blood of heaven and hell.... thats something that.... is rather frowned upon by other angels, from what i know. as the books may tell you, angels and demons dont really like each other.... like... at all... Kid: "And you think that once you enter, these angels will know your demon identity...and despise you." stocking: i just know it.... Kid: "..." (holds her hand) "I already asked the DWMA to assign additional security." stocking:..... Kid: "...It won't come to that. But better safe than sorry..." (holds her hand) "No matter what, I will always love you." stocking:.... *she hugs him* Kid: (pats her back, silently holds her) -soon- Patty: (shoves more items into her backpack) "Come on...FIT IN THERE!" liz: you ok? Patty: "Well, if we are going to Arcadia, I want to be ready for the trip." (points to the backpack--which is full of toys and angel food snack-cakes) "And I can't fit it all into my backpack!" -later- Kid: "All packed, Liz?" liz: yep. so where is the airship? Kid: "It's at the Flight Weapons Practice Center--parked there for the sake of having space..." ((That spot where Kim and Maka were practicing flying in the manga)) stocking:..... Kid: (looks to Stocking) "Ready?" stocking: y-yeah.... Kid: "...Stocking? Should...I mean, when we get there, would you rather stay in the Airship until...I talk with the residents first?" stocking:.... i have to face this eventually so.... Kid: (nods) "Okay...Well...Let's get to the Practice Center, then..." -they board the airship- Patty: (straps herself into her seat) -soon, the airship takes off- Black Star: (covering his mouth) "Not again..." -after a few hours, the glowstone at the front begins flashing- Kid: "...We're approaching...To think, we are coming to Arcadia." tsubaki: so it really exists... Patty: "Oooooh...I wonder how it stays in the sky...Maybe they tie seagulls to threads and fly that place around..." stocking: according to eibon's notes, it remains levitated from the blessing of the ancient grigori. Kid: "A blessing?" stocking: its believed the arcadian angels are decended from the ancient grigori, the attendants and warriors of a being called 'freya'. Kid: "This Freya...Are they on Arcadia?" stocking: i doubt it. freya and the grigori exist on another plane of existance. Kid: (nods) "I wonder what Arcadia knows about the DWMA..." stocking: *shrugs* Kid: "..." (holds her hand) "Let's approach, carefully." -a grandeur city in the sky is seen.- Black Star: (pale...but looks impressed) "Wow..." stocking: ............ tsubaki: its beautiful. Patty: "Like a shiny piece of jewelry hanging up in the sky..." (snaps a pic with her phone) soul: to think this is actually a real place... Kid: "..." (rests a hand on Stocking's shoulder) stocking:....i'm ready... Kid: (nods) "Let's message the city...We don't want them to think we are a threat approaching--" -arcadian guards surround the airship- stocking: too late. Kid: "...Well, that's bad." (to the Guards) "We are from the DWMA. We are here to meet with the Sky Sage to help us contain the Book of Enoch." guard: sky sage? that's a laugh! the sage has been long since dead, and her harp is kept safe. as if we'd allow some outsiders to have their hands on it! head of guard: however, there is something aboard your ship. something that should not exist. hand over the half-blood and we wont have to execute you. stocking: !!!! Kid: "Hmm...Interesting proposal. Here's mine: no, Stocking Pheles stays with us, you permit us the use of this Harp, and you agree to help us contain the Book of Enoch." (smirks) "I am a Shinigami. My friends are the best of the DWMA. No one is going to die today. But I cannot promise you and your peers will not suffer injuries. Now, how about we sit down and talk?" guard:.... commander Lethair, what say you? ???: wait. we shall grant them audience. Lethair: !! your grace? Kid: "???" (whispers to Stocking, blushing) "I-I didn't think I was _that_ persuasive..." stocking: *shrugs* ???? 2: queen Teila, you could not possibl- Teila: we will hear them out. however, before you do so, you must face a trial of strength. stocking:....very well. Kid: "What kind of trial?" Teila: a trial by combat of course~ -Arcadian court field- Kid: "What do you know about Arcadian combat trials?" judge: in the solar corner, step forths the heavenly prosecution; lady Veldt Azmaria. stocking: not a fucking thing. Veldt: thank you. judge: in the lunar corner, our intruders, as well as the half blood scourge. Kid: "Her name is Stocking Pheles, you erroneous bigot!" (to Stocking) "Will this be one-on-one battle? Or are you allowed a partner?" Veldt: for my champion, i choose the head of the arcadian guard, Lethair Castel. judge: and your champion, outsiders? Kid: (looks to Stocking) "I think I should fight...What should I expect from an Arcadian guard?" Lethair: *she removes her neckbow, which changes into a scythe* stocking: that... Kid: "...Very well. I will arm myself with my demon weapon partners, the twin pistols Liz and Patty Thompson." -so the battle begins- Kid: (aims Liz and Patty) "Non-fatal shots to start--we don't know how much power we will have to use on her." liz: got it. Patty: " 'Kay!" Kid: (proceeds to fire shots at Lethair) -Lethair dodges a few and slices some with the scythe, charging at kid- Kid: (tries to dodge, shoving Patty towards Lethair in an attempt to blast directly into her torso) lethair: !!!! Kid: "Fire..." *Blast blast blast into Lethair* lethair: !!! *she evaporates into an egg* guard: COMMANDER! guard 2: GET HER TO A HEATER! Veldt: *JAW DROP* stocking: owned. Kid: o_O "I didn't think that would happen!" (stares at Patty) "I said low-powered shots!" Patty: "I-I-I did do low-powered shots! Did we kill her?!" stocking: angels dont die...they apparently turn into eggs....??? what the fuck?! Veldt: you dont even know our defense mechanisms, typical for a half-blood. stocking: up yours. Kid: "...At least I kept my promise that no one will die..." (glares at Patty) Patty: (reverts to human form, sticks out her tongue) "Just firing your soul wavelength, you jerk!" liz: easy now. --Liz has to stand between Kid and Patty-- judge: the first round is won by the outsiders. Kid: (still glaring at Patty, but speaking to Veldt) "We have won this battle. We desire to begin negotiations with you to contain the Book of Enoch. Will you help us?" Veldt: after two more rounds... if you survive. -the next champion was Ribona Atra- Ribona: my weapon, Helvetica, grant me your strength! *it was a hairband that became a spear* Kid: (groans) "Still fighting?" (sighs) "Let's make this quick..." Patty: "No! Why should I fight when you were mean to me?!" Kid: "What?! Patty, transform, before this opponent attacks us!" Patty: (crosses her arms, pouts) "Nope!" tsubaki: we'll handle this, right black*star? Black Star: (smirks) "Oh, yeah! I kick to fight an angel!" Ribona: ahuhuhu~ dont take me lightly now~<3 Black Star: "??? Um...Tsubaki, transform!" tsubaki: right! *chain scythe mode* Black Star: "Let's go!" (he dashes towards Ribona, waiting to swing the chain scythe at Ribona to ensnare her) -the battle continues until...- Black Star: (coughs up blood) "Damn it..." (laughs a little) "One sharp spear you got..." Ribona: auhuhu~ Helvetica is the strongest there is~<3 Black Star: "...Oh, you think so, huh?" (gets back up...) "We'll see...Tsubaki! Smoke Bomb!" -smoke bomb!- Ribona: eh? Black Star: --blasts through the smoke, his fist coming to Ribona's face-- -PAWNCH- Ribona: ahh! -the blade slices through her outfit, exposing her breasts and panties- Ribona: NOOOOOO~<3! Black Star: "Ha ha ha! I win! I pass through the smoke, silent but deadly!" tsubaki: *sweatdrop* Black Star: "That you best Arcadia people got?! Bring on the next challenger!" Kid: (frowns) "I could've defeated her..." judge: and now for the final trial! Veldt: i shall take the stand and face you myself! stocking: as will i. Kid: "Are you sure?" stocking: *she nods* veldt: *brandishing a riding crop* i look forward to defeating you and eliminating you, half blood. stocking: heh. go shove it up your ass. Kid: "Be safe..." angel: WOOT! stocking: i will. Kid: (holding his hands, watching, worrying) stocking: *she attacks with her blades* -the battle goes on until stocking gets knocked into a wall, wounding her- stocking: *cough* uhh.... Kid: "Stocking!" Black Star: "Get up, girl!" Veldt: now that she's down.... GUARDS! EXECUTE HER AT ONCE! stocking: !!! Kid: (clenching his teeth) "Never!" guards: *begin to approach her, weapons drawn* Kid: "Liz! Patty!" liz: ?? right. Patty: "Yeah!" (transforms into Kid's hand) stocking: *struggling to get up* Kid: (charging his soul wavelength as he rushes to the floor, sliding in between Stocking and the guards...) "Death...Cannon..." Veldt: ?? *she jumps back onto the platform* soul: what the hell are you doing?! --The Death Cannon blast causes a large explosion, knocking back guards-- Kid: (teeth clenched) "Not enough...Patty! Liz! Again! Fire!" -several eggs and wounded guards are left- Kid: (glares at Veldt...and aims...) Veldt: !!!!! stocking: kii...iid.... Kid: (eyes widen, turns) "Stocking!" (leans down) Kid: "Oh, God..." stocking: dont worry...i-i'll be fine....heh...hehe.... ow... Kid: (helps her up) "Lean on me..." stocking: *she does so, stumbling a bit* Kid: (glares at Veldt) "This is what you do to one of your own?" Veldt: she is not one of us. Kid: "Yes, she is. And she is one of us as well..." veldt: she is the spawn of a demon king and that traitor, Felisia! Kid: "Felisia?" veldt: once a member of the royal guard, she betrayed her people by having the child of a demon. she was cast out as punishment, but stole the holy garments she was armed with, with her. Kid: "What was she to do: have herself and her child executed, deprived of life simply because you say so? Life is not something to steal--not when it cannot be returned!" stocking: y-you know what? i'm glad she was exiled. that way i didnt have to grow up surrounded by insufferable, racist, ASSHATS! veldt: !!!!!!!! *yellow diamond pissed face* Kid: "..." (chuckles) " 'Asshats.'" stocking: and one more thing..... *inhales* -she then spews out the biggest swear storm she's made to that point* Teila:................*snickering* Kid: o_o ("Oh my God...That was so hot...") Patty: "Sis, what's a $@#%@$^?" liz: i'll tell you when you're older. Veldt: *JAWDROP* how....how DARE YOU! soul: dude.... your girlfriend is nuts. Kid: "I know..." (sighs, smiles stupidly) "Isn't she great?" soul: suuure... Kid: "*Ahem* We have satisfied your terms of combat. You have seen that we pose a threat to you. I think you would agree that we are much better as your allies than you enemies. Help us." Teila: i see you have trained well. and to be quite frank, i havent had a good laugh like that in a while. so please, do follow me. Veldt: your grace you cant- teila: *smiles+scary aura* oh i apologize, did i fucking stutter? Veldt: !!!!! teila:....thought so~ Kid: o_O liz: i think i might like this queen. -Teila's chamber- -some tea and cakes are given- teila: so now that you know a bit of your mother, what else did you need? Kid: (looks to Stocking) "...Is there more you would like to learn?" stocking: i think i know a good amount.... *eating cake* this cake is delicious~! Kid: (smiles) Kid: "Yes...It is..." (eats some) teila: you mentioned something about the sage's harp? Black Star and Patty: (finish their slices) "More, please!" Kid: (frowning at Black Star and Patty) "Yes...We have been seeking the Sky Sage, to help us contain the Book of Enoch. We would require the Harp." teila: i can give you the harp. but the sage is long gone.... perhaps....the instrument will awaken when it find the new sage..... Kid: "...Would you be willing to let us have the harp, until we can locate this Sage?" teila: it will awaken if you bring it to them, so do take it. Kid: (bows) "We are honored for this gift." teila: you are free to come back whenever you need, even if my guards say otherwise. lethair: *glaaaare* ribona: *covering chest+glaaaaare* veldt: *glaaaaaaaaare* Kid: (smiles at Stocking) stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "Thank you." (bows to Teila) -and so- Kid: "We need to get you medical attention..." stocking: i can heal kid, i'll be fine Kid: "..." (holds her hand) "I am sorry..." stocking: its fine kid. i'm here, we have the harp, and i got some answers... Kid: "And you were almost killed." stocking: kid...... Kid: (hugs her) stocking:........... Kid: "If anything had happened to you...Stocking, I can't lose you." stocking:............ *she hugs him* Kid: "Stocking...Are you...I mean, with learning about your mother..." stocking:...i-i'm ok.... Kid: "..." (holds her hand) -they arrived back- eibon: i take it things went well? Kid: (nods) "We have the harp." Patty: (holding the harp--and plays its strings) gopher: wow... -when he approches, it glows- gopher: ??? uhhh... Kid: "...Seriously?" -it cuts out- gopher: aww... D: Kid: "Eibon?" eibon: well, it reacted to a grigori soul.... however... it seems it was not your lucky day my child. Kid: "...Who else has a grigori soul? Could that be our Sky Sage?" soul: the only other person with a soul like that was......was her.... Kid: "..." (downcast eyes) Patty: (looking at the harp..."An angel's harp...") -later- Kid: "Let's go home and get some rest. We only have a few weeks of summer left, and I think we all could use some sleep." soul: ok. stocking: can i stay at your place tonight? Black Star: "See ya, Kid." (pats Soul on the back) Kid: (nods) "Of course." -the next morning- lord death: we're hooooome~! Kid: (smiles) "Father! Welcome home!" (looks to Yumi) "How was the honeymoon?" Yumi: -_- lord death: pretty well, though yumi did have morning sickness... *kisses her forehead* Yumi: (groans) "I cannot wait to deliver this child. They are kicking so much every day, my ankles are swollen, my back aches..." (shakes her head) "Sorry. I should not complain..." ("No one ever let me complain growing up...") -some of the maids have been working on moving yumi's things out of her apartment and into gallow's manor- Yumi: "Thank you, Ellen." lord death: there, there. why dont we look through these boxes then? Yumi: "Okay..." -there was a vibrator in one of the boxes- kirika: ew. Yumi: o\\\\o "Th-That's private!" maid: s-sorry! Patty: "Oh, hey! Sis has that same model!" liz: PATTI!!!!!! Kid: ("...I shouldn't mention that Stocking does, too...") Yumi: "CAN WE MOVE ON?!" Kid: "...Mother? Please calm down...Think of the baby..." Yumi: (squeezes Death's hand...hard) lord death: right. *whispers* when the baby is born, i think we can use it~ *wink* kirika: OH MY GOD! Yumi: o\\\\\\\\o (punches Death in the face) Yumi: "...Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" lord death: i sorta deserved that just now.... (thinking: she really packs a punch... thats kinda hot.) i forgive you~ -later- Kid: "Well, that's the last box, Mother." Yumi: (lying down on the couch in Death's lap, smiling) "Thank you, Kid." maid: we just have to work on getting your furniture out now.... Patty: "On it!" (lifts up an entire couch with one arm) "Where you want it?" -later, elsewhere- Crona: "Oh, h-hello, Iris..." iris: hmm? oh, did you need something? *she smiles* Crona: "I-I-I was...I mean, I felt...I..." (sighs) "I wanted to get a gift for Mami." iris: oh? well, i havent spoken with her often, so i'm not sure what she likes... i guess flowers maybe? Crona: (nods) "That would be nice...I'm not sure which kind...What do you get for someone who is...maybe...more than a friend?" iris:......... *blushes as the steam lifts her habit off her head by a few inches* e-ehhh?! Crona: (freaks out) "I-I-I-I just meant hypothetically! I mean, if you had someone who was more than a friend, what would you buy?!" (cowers) "Stop having steam explode up!" Ragnarok: (emerges) "Jeez, what a bunch of wimps." iris: *ahem* well... i-i'm not really a romance expert...m-maybe maki could help you? she's much better at this than i am! maki: ya? Crona: "AHHHH!" (hides behind Iris) maki: you ok? Ragnarok: "Ignore them--they're jumpy because they want to know what kind of flowers you should get someone you have the hots for! Any recommendations?" maki: oho~ well, roses are definitely a classic, or if you like, add the person's favorite flowers to the bouquet to make it extra special. Crona: "O-Oh...Okay...I'm not sure what Mami's favorite flowers are...I could find out..." Ragnarok: "Hee hee hee...Thanks, Maki! You aren't some scary ogre like everyone says!" maki: *glaaare* iris: ^^; Crona: "...Um...Iris! Let's get some flowers now! Before Ragnarok says anything else!" -later, elsewhere- Arthur: (checking himself in the mirror) shinra: if you keep checking, bloody mary is gonna come out and slap you. Arthur: "You didn't almost break your nose...Man. That scar is still on my forehead." shinra: dude, just put some make up on it or something. Arthur: "Hmm. Makeup is for girls." shinra: *glares* Arthur: "...No. Don't tell me you wear makeup." shinra: just to cover up blemishes! there's some guys at school that to it too! Arthur: "..." (laughing, slapping his knee) "This is too rich!" shinra:.... !!! *smiles* -that night, he was gonna have maki sneak in and give arthur a makeover- Arthur: "Zzzz..." maki: *smirks* -the next day at school- Arthur: "HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH INDIGNITIES?!" shinra: i dont know, do you mr 'i forgot i'm righthanded'? Arthur: "Oh, why don't you walk in on Iris bathing again?!" Patty: (spots Arthur) "!!!" shinra: like you got thrown in jail for attacking lizards? tamaki: wow..... Arthur: "Those dragons were simply disguised like lizards, and you know it!" Anya: "?!" Patty: "...Arthur? You look much, MUCH hotter with that makeup!" gwen: so hot! morgan: *SQUEAL* Arthur: o\\\\o "R-Really?" (smiling) "You think?" kim: it looks weird. i can help you make it look better. i think you're more of a pastels kind of guy. Arthur: "Oh...Well, if you ladies insist. How about we go somewhere more private to fix me up..." -elsewhere- Wes: (in London) [texts Liz: i wrap up my london performances sunday night, then i should be in death city monday morning] [text from liz cell: that's great!] Wes: [red-eye flight: i know i'm going to be exhausted. but it's worth it--to be there for soul] [text from liz cell: yeah.] Wes: [so, college girl, how has this week been?] [Thompson2Gun: pretty intense mission. but it went pretty well.] [ClassicalGuy: *nods* but everyone's safe, right?] [Thompson2Gun: more or less, yeah. all in one piece.] [ClassicalGuy: okay...you're okay? soul's okay?] [Thompson2Gun: seems like it.] Wes: (sighs) "Then why hasn't Soul written back?" [ClassicalGuy: thanks for letting me know. i'll ask soul more when i get back to death city] -the next day- Kid: "Zzz..." stocking:..... -the phone buzzes- Kid: "Hmmm..." (swings his hand around, trying to reach the phone) -there's a text- Kid: "Wha--?" [ChronoGear: i take it the mission went well?] Kid: *Yawn* [DeathGod42: yes, thank you. we retrieved the harp. but we still cannot locate the sage.] [ChronoGear: hmm. and stocking?] Kid: (looks at Stocking) [DeathGod42: hanging in there] [ChronoGear: ah. it'd be best to keep her mental state from dropping...] [DeathGod42: thank you.] Kid: (lightly strokes his hand over Stocking's hair) stocking: ............. *sleeping* -at school- Patty: "Man...that harp is one sweet instrument...If only we could find that Sky Sage." liz: yeah... eibon's gonna keep an eye on it for now. Patty: "But wouldn't it be cool playing that in the school orchestra? Me on the harp, Zubaidah on that ocarina. We tie Soul to a chair and force him to play the piano." soul: ............................................. liz: maybe we should just talk about other stuff right now. Patty: "..." (sad eyes) Patty: "...Some weather we have, huh?" soul: i guess.... Patty: "..." (hugs Soul) soul: ?! Patty: "...You look like you needed a hug..." soul: ........... -at lunch- Kid: "...Stocking?" stocking: yeah? Kid: "How are you feeling?" stocking: i'm fine. *she smiles* Kid: (smiles) "Okay." (stirs his fork through his salad..."I think I'll ask her about an appointment...and something else...") -at another table- [SpringBird12: hey anya~ how're you feeling?] [InAnotherCastle31: I am well, thank you. And you?] [SpringBird12: we're doing good. we hope you feel better soon. < )) [BlueStarAo: hello.] [YuriFan94: hey.] [InAnotherCastl31: Oh. Hello.] Anya: "They are making too big a deal out of this..." mio: sempai, arent you gonna say something? Meme: "...Oh! Sorry, I was distracted." tsugumi: ^^; [ForgetMeNot24: how's it hanging?] Anya: (spits up drink) tsugumi: ?? [InAnotherCastle31: I. Am. Fine. Thank. You. >:( ] [SpringBird12: well, we'll bring your assignments back for you.] [InAnotherCastle31: Thank you. Could someone please pick up some items for me at the grocery?] Meme: "Mio, you have an...interesting screen name." mio: .___________. [InAnotherCastle31: I could use some cookies, ice cream, another ice pack, a few magazines. More soup. Some apples. Actually, get me a lot of food.] [InAnotherCastle31: Oh, and if you see your relative, Ao: KILL HIM.] [BlueStarAo: what did akane-kun do?] [InAnotherCastle31: No! Black Star! The incompetent, obnoxious, loudmouth who sprained my ankle! KILL HIM! Then bring him back to life--and keep killing him!] Anya: (red faced and steaming mad) -later- Black Star: "All I'm saying is that it's not my fault this school is attracting so many weak-ass students." soul: ............. kyouko: well they're trying to become stronger, physically _and_ mentally. Black Star: "Just show up strong from the beginning! I started out as the toughest student here--and I only got tougher!" kyouko: buh- YOU WERE A BABY! Black Star: "A strong baby! I was the strongest baby in the entire Academy!" kyouko: *rolls her eyes* soul: *he chuckles as he imagines a baby bench-pressing their crib* Black Star: (smiles..."Good--Soul laughing is a good sign...") Kid: (overhearing) "Black Star, I have to agree with you. You are still the strongest baby in the entire Academy." Black Star: "Thanks!" Kid: "..." (counting down on his fingers...Five, four, three...) Black Star: o_o "HEY!" stocking: *chuckles+laughs, snorting a bit* kirika: at least he's a strong baby, unlike you, kid! Kid: (smiling at Stocking, then glaring at Kirika) "I have bested Black Star in every duel we have had. Seeing as you could never defeat Black Star in a duel, Kirika, that makes you just a baby." kirika: get fucked. stocking: i think i can accomplish that~ Kid: o_O Kid: "Stocking?!" soul:............dude....... my statement still stands. stocking: *she kisses kid on the lips for a moment* i love you, kiddo~<3 Kid: "I-I-I love you, too..." (glares at Soul) stocking: hehe~ Kid: "..." (wraps his arms around her, kisses her forehead) soul: *rolls eyes* Black Star: (weeping) "That's beautiful, man...Such love..." (tugs on Soul's shirt, blows his nose into it) soul: DUDE!! Black Star: (bawling, hugging Soul) Kid: o_o; "Maybe...We should go home..." stocking: yeah... Kid: "Take care, all...Soul, Black Star." soul: see ya. Black Star: *sniff* "Later, lovebirds..." tsubaki: hehe~ Black Star: "Come on, Tsubaki--I wanted to get some more ingredients for dinner tonight. Soul, I'm going to need you to knead the dough..." soul: ok. Black Star: "I'll show you the great pizza I make! All the toppings, too! What you want on yours, Tsubaki?" tsubaki: i'll have pepper. Black Star: "I'm putting on all the meat! Soul?" soul: pepperoni i guess. Black Star: "Cool...You'll love it, Soul! Ever since we got an actual kitchen in the apartment, we can make all kinds of food! Tasty, too!" tsubaki: *she smiles* --In the kitchen-- Black Star: (smirks at Soul) "Hey, Soul?" soul: yeah? Black Star: (throws flour into Soul's face) soul: gah! dude! Black Star: "Ha ha ha!" soul: hey.... Black Star: "???" soul: antique RECOIL! -FLOUR'D- Black Star: *cough cough* "Hey!" (tosses another handful of flour at Soul) tsubaki: come on you two, dont waste the flour. Black Star: "...Soul? You thinking what I'm thinking?" soul: dude. tsubaki: T_T Black Star: "Fire!" --Flour'd-- tsubaki: .............. -they were punished.- soul: *naked apron mode* .......... Black Star: *naked apron mode* "Nice cheeks..." (butt slap) soul: why. tsubaki: *apron and fully clothed* Black Star: "For the lolz!" (looks at Tsubaki) "So, we're ready to put the pizza into the stove..." (picks up the tray, turns...with his backside to Tsubaki as he bends over to load the pizza into the oven) -later- Black Star: "Hmmm...Tasty!" tsubaki: indeed~ soul: .......(thinking: what is this, a reverse harem?) Black Star: "I think naked cooking improves the taste..." (winks at Tsubaki) "Something to think about..." tsubaki:............ -TSUBAKI CHOP- Black Star: "Ow! Hey! I just cooked you a meal naked!" -elsewhere- Anya: (grumbling) "Stupid Black Star..." tsugumi: anya, mail call! Anya: (smiles) "Tsugumi! Thank you." -you receive the letters- Anya: "Hmmm...Letter from parents: that can wait...What's this...'Secret admirer'?!" tsugumi: OOOOOHHHH READ IT! Anya: o\\\o "Um... 'Dear Anastasia'--Oh, for crying out loud, they use _that_ name?" tsugumi: OwO Anya: " 'I am too shy to approach you by name, but please know that I have nothing but the most sincere respect, admiration, and love for you.' o\\\\o Um..." tsugumi: *SQUEALS* Anya: "Stop that! Um...'You are passionate in combat, graceful in battle, a proud defender of her friends, unwilling to compromise when your honor is on the line...' This can't be real..." tsugumi: i'm so jealous! Anya: "Good--you can have them!" (tosses the letter, crosses her arms) tsugumi: *sighs and continues reading* Anya: "...Not that I care...but what else does it say?" tsugumi: hmm... Meme: (looks over Tsugumi's shoulder) "Oh, this person has it bad...'I will be forever yours. All you have to do is say: "Yes. Yes, I will be yours." I will wait for you at the Crâne Enflammé Friday at 6:00 PM. I will wear a red shirt and have a red rose set at our table. If you refuse, then please know I will always love you. I am here for you, Anastasia, my love. Your secret admirer.' Man...I want to see who this is!" ao: hmmm... Anya: (points to her ankle) "Then you can tell my Secret Admirer that I can't make it, on account of this!" Meme: (looks to Tsugumi) "You thinking what I'm thinking?" tsugumi: > : 3 Anya: "...What are you planning?" mio: 0-0 Meme: "We get you a nice wheelchair, a lovely new dress, and get your hair done up!" Anya: "What?! That's crazy! Tsugumi, tell her that's crazy!" -and so- Anya: "...I hate you all." tsugumi: here we are Anya: "You can't make me do this!" (tries to get out of the wheelchair--and winces) "Owie!" tsugumi: i see a rose from here!! clay: *grumbles* i'm gonna kill you for this akane... --Elsewhere-- Akane: "Nygus, you ever feel deep satisfaction that you helped a friend?" nygus: why do you ask? Akane: (smug) "I think by the end of tonight, Clay will be thanking me." -back with the others- clay: ./////.;;;;; Anya: "You?!" clay: (thinking: OH GOD) IT WAS AKANE'S IDEA! Anya: "What?! So you didn't mean to send that letter?! It wasn't real!" (almost crying from embarrassment) "Tsugumi, take me home!" clay: w-wait! we should probably have dinner. i want to make it up to you. Anya: "Why should I?! You embarrassed me and--" (then sees the food in the restaurant...and her stomach growls) "...Fine." (wheels herself to the table) "And I'm ordering the most expensive food." clay: *sighs* fair enough. Meme: (her stomach growls) "Um..." -elsewhere- Patty: (lying in Liz's lap) "You feeling okay?" liz: yeah...you? Patty: (shrugs) "Is college going to be okay for us?" liz: i'm sure it will. Patty: (smiles) "So Wes is really moving here?" liz: seems like it. Patty: "He find a place?" liz: yeah. Patty: (smirks) "Looking forward to visiting it?" liz: *she nods* (thinking: hopefully it isnt haunted!) Patty: "Maybe stay overnight~" liz: 7/////7;;; Patty: (sits up, nuzzles against her) "I hope you get to hang out with him...He seems upstanding and caring." liz: yeah.... *she smiles* Patty: "...I wish I had that..." liz: i'm sure you'll find someone, patti. Patty: (nods) "Okay...*yawns*" (falls asleep on her lap) -the next morning, spirit's apartment- cathrine: zzzz Spirit: (smiles, as he wakes...kisses along her back...) cathrine: mmmmmmn~ Spirit: (wraps his arms around her waist) "How did you sleep?" cathrine: pretty good. (thinking: no thanks to you talking about your ex in your sleep you idiot.) Spirit: (smiles) "Same..." (kisses her shoulder) "How would you like to spend this morning?" cathrine: shower sex? Spirit: (purrs) "So dirty, so clean...I love it..." -and so- Kami: (at the cafe across the street from Spirit's apartment, with headphones on to listen in the room. "I keep trying to follow her from Spirit's apartment to wherever she is...and nothing. I keep missing her.") cathrine: *moaning* Kami: (chokes on her coffee) Waiter: "Are you okay miss?" Kami: (blushing) "F-Fine!" cathrine: oh yes~ just like that~ Spirit: (rubbing body wash along her breasts) "Get you clean, dirty girl." cathrine: ahhh~ Spirit: (he continues to massage her breasts while he stands behind, his penis rubs along her thigh) cathrine: oh baby~ you're so hard~ Spirit: (whispers in her left ear) "I have you to thank..." (bites gently along her ear) "You want it in you?" cathrine: oh you know it~ Spirit: (removes his right hand from her breast, as he holds his shaft and rubs the tip along her slit) cathrine: oooh that feels so good~ Spirit: "I'm so glad..." (removes his left hand from her breast to spread her lips, as he eases the tip into her...) Kami: ("I'm so sick..." slides the cinnamon bun on her plate away from her) -elsewhere- medusa: *panting* fuck... Noah: (smirks) "A problem?" medusa: i'm fine. my ass hurts but i'm fine. Noah: (laughs--then slaps her bottom) medusa: *winces* screw you. *annoyed* Noah: "Tell you what: next time, I'll eat you out." medusa: *rolls eyes* back to training? Noah: "Yes. Speaking of cunning linguists, you are not one: your pronunciation of the runes is torturous." medusa: *glares* Noah: "We don't have time for you to learn a language--not conventionally. Fortunately for me, I have an unconventional way to get those language skills into that beautiful brain of yours." medusa: oh really? Noah: "Yes. I can implant the language directly into your mind." (stands before her) "Is that acceptable?" medusa: ..........i dont have a choice, do i you shit? Noah: "No." (cups his hand over her forehead and one along the back of her head) "There will be some discomfort. Are you ready?" medusa: *humph* very well. Noah: (smiles) "Good...Oh, and when I said 'some discomfort'--" medusa: ?? Noah: (smirks) "I meant 'pain.'" medusa: !!!!!!! *she screams out in pain* Noah: (smiles madly as the runes appear across her body, across her eyes, filling her brain with a new way of speaking, reading, thinking...Eventually, the runes fade away from her body, and the pain stops...) medusa: *she falls to her knees and coughs* ah....shit.... Noah: (leans down...picks her up, bridal style) "You must lie down...You'll need ice for your head, and a lot of sleep..." (looks serious) "Good work." medusa: *pouts* <up yours.> Noah: (lays her down on a bed) "I'll be back with ice. Don't go anywhere." medusa: *she stares up* ........................... (thinking: if he brings back ice, i'm going to be shocked...) Noah: (he returns--with ice) medusa:...................alright what the fuck? Noah: "We are on a schedule: the longer it takes you to recover, the slower our progress." (stares at her) "Do not mistake this for kindness: it is simply expediency." medusa: *she smiles* fuck you too, honey~ Noah: (smiles back) "I will...Later." (serious) "But seriously: that was impressive. No witch has ever survived that process, not to mention no human..." medusa: i could have died? how lovely. Noah: "I knew you could handle it. You are far too strong to die like that, Medusa Gorgon." medusa: *smirks* Noah: "...Well. I'll let you sleep. Unless there is something else you need." -elsewhere- Anya: "..." tsugumi: how do you feel? Anya: (death glare at Tsugumi) tsugumi: Q.Q !!! -at the raven's talon inn- Giriko: *yawn* (looks at the clock) "11:45 AM? Man, that's too early to wake up..." -knock knock- Giriko: (calling from his bed) "Yeah, what?!" ???: ....... -knock knock- Giriko: "Grrr..." (approaches the door, throws it open) "What?!" -a hooded figure stands there, she's a bit shorter than you- Giriko: "Uh...Did I drunk dial you or something?" ???: ........... *she enters and sits down on the bed* ............ it's....... been a while.......... -her voice is familiar- Giriko: "Hey, what the fuck?! I didn't say you could come in!" ???: .............. Giriko: "...What? Look, do I know you or something? Appearances to the contrary, I don't often have people swinging on into my room." ???:.............. Giriko: "...Say something! Who are you?!" ???: ...... *the hooded figure doesnt speak* Giriko: "...Fuck this." (marches forward, grabs her hood, and yanks it back) -the figure has dark hair, and blue eyes.....she seems familiar- Giriko: "..." (then his eyes widen) "N-No..." ????: ........... *her expression seems ashamed* Giriko: "Arachne?" arachne:......*she nods* Giriko: "..." (falls back on the floor, looking up at her on the bed) "H-How?!" arachne: ........medusa.... she destroyed my old body.........i had to escape.......pitiful, arent i? Giriko: "...No, not really...I mean, 'she who runs away,' right?" arachne:........ i had to hide away.... find a new body..... i couldnt show my face again... Giriko: (shakes his head) "No..." (he approaches and rests a hand on the bed next to her leg) "You have nothing to be ashamed of...But...this body..." -it looks no different from her original body- Giriko: "Where did this body come from?" arachne:...... some passerby... she didnt survive.... Giriko: (shocked...then a grin curls along his mouth) "Crafty..." arachne:.............. you've been lonely.... havent you? Giriko: "...I...have met people...who have been company..." (reaches for her hand) "But no one could ever replace you..." arachne:..... *she holds his hand* Giriko: "I missed you so much...my lady..." arachne:.... *sad smile* i dont deserve such formalities... Giriko: "Arachne..." (draws her chin to look into his eyes) "You deserve everything...You deserve the world." arachne:......... Giriko: (smiles wickedly) "So why don't we get it for you?" arachne: *weak smile* still the same as always.... but.... all i really want is to just live my life in peace... my kingdom... my old body.... our child.... they're all gone.... Giriko: "..." (frowns...pulls her in for a hug) arachne:......... Giriko: "Arachne...You are here. That is all I can ask for. Just...don't leave me." arachne:..... *she hugs back* to be honest.... i missed you. Giriko: (strokes a hand along her hair) "I missed you so much..." arachne: *she strokes his face* i was afraid... you would hate me for abandoning you... Giriko: (holds her hand over his face) "I...think I understand. Arachne, just--just be in this moment with me. Please?" arachne: of course.... i have nowhere else to go.... Giriko: "...You have here...You have me..." (closes his eyes, and kisses her lips) arachne: *she kisses back, leaning down* Giriko: (guides her down onto the bed, supporting her lower back as he does, still kissing her) arachne: mmmm.... Giriko: (continues to kiss, unbuttoning the cloak's clasp at her neck) -yep, her body is practically the same as it was- Giriko: (slides the cloak off of her) "Nice body..." arachne: *she chuckles and pulls him close to her* Giriko: (kisses her neck) arachne: ahh.. Giriko: (strokes a hand along the dress's neckline...) arachne: *blush* Giriko: (pulls back) "S-Sorry." arachne: *she chuckles* since when did you get cold feet~? Giriko: "...A lot has changed..." (cups a hand over her breast...) arachne: so i can tell... Giriko: "..." (draws his fingers along the straps to her dress... -the next morning- Giriko: "Zzz..." arachne: *sleeping* Giriko: (in his sleep, turns over and swings his arm over her, then drawing her towards him) arachne: mmm.... Giriko: (moans) "Arachne..." arachne: *she snuggles into him* Giriko: "I'm so happy you are here." -elsewhere- Wes: "Zzzzzz..." (asleep in his haunted mansion, having arrived at his new home at 6:00 AM) -silence- Wes: (turns in bed...) -elsewhere- pandora: that witch is learning... Mad!Kid: (smiles) "Yes...learning how to release us...among other things..." pandora: ?? Mad!Kid: (smirks) "She knows the language of this book now...Imagine what she can do with that knowledge." pandora: say.... she melted that demon blade into the black blood and infused it to the child, correct? Mad!Kid: (smiles) "Crona..." pandora: since i was also melted into the blood.... when we escape, i will act as your blood. Mad!Kid: (frowns) "...There is no other way." pandora: so we have an agreement? Mad!Kid: "...Yes." pandora: and soon, you will have that girl back. Mad!Kid: (smiles, sliding a hand over his chest) "Good..." pandora: i can sense you have more lacerations from last time... Mad!Kid: "Is that a problem?" pandora: no, just curious is all. Mad!Kid: "...What do I have to do to have your blood enter me?" pandora: i have my ways. Mad!Kid: "???" -elsewhere- Kid: (stretching) stocking: zzzzz.... Kid: "..." ("She looks so peaceful...I have an idea...") --Later-- Kid: "Stocking? Are you awake?" stocking: *mutters* Kid: "I have a surprise for you..." stocking: *her eyes open* ?? --Kid has prepared breakfast in bed-- stocking: ooh~! Kid: (smiles) "I hope you like it..." stocking: aw kid~! Kid: (smiles, as he slices a piece of the chocolate-chip waffle and holds it on a fork to her mouth) stocking: aaaaaaaaaah~! Kid: (puts the fork into her mouth) stocking: *nom* mm... mmmmmmmmm~!! Kid: (smiles) "How is it?" stocking: its so yummy~! Kid: (gets into bed with her) "Not as yummy as you..." (kisses her cheek) stocking: oh you~.... -later- stocking: liz told me you wanted to ask me something? Kid: (freezes) "Y-Yes...I-I-I'm just...Not sure..." (sighs) "I will ask, and if you say no, it is fine. I will support whatever decision to make." stocking: ok. Kid: "Stocking...I want to consider how to move our relationship forward...and I would like you...to move in with me." stocking: *she blushes* kid.... i'd love to. Kid: "Is that a yes?" stocking: sure. bills are being a dick so... Kid: (kisses her) stocking: *she smooches him* so, there's plenty of spare rooms, right? Kid: (nods) stocking: i'll have to let my dad know. Kid: "Okay...Will he be okay with this?" stocking: i'll have to ask. -at school- Kid: (stupid grin on his face) soul: hey, you alright? Kid: "Yeah...Isn't today great?" (he is doodling pictures of Stocking and hearts on his notebook paper) soul: uhhh... yeah....sure... Kid: (sighs...as hearts start floating around his head) Patty: "Sis...Kiddo is scaring me..." liz: *she chuckles* (thinking: its just like when stocking first came to the academy.) Patty: "Shouldn't he be focusing on his studies? What if the teacher says something?" liz: *whistles* earth to kiddo. Kid: "Hmm...Oh, hello Lizzie. How you doin'?" liz: O____________O Patty: "...'Lizzie'?" Kid: "Isn't today wonderful?" (spins in his chair, giggling) "Everything is wonderful, happy, and full of kittens and puppies!" kirika: .__________.;;;;;;;;; gopher: Q^Q HE'S SCARING ME! Patty: "Quick! We need asymmetry! Stat!" kirika: *she tears his sleeve off* Kid: o_o "...Kirika...What...did...you...do?!" kirika: >:3 Kid: "..." --The DWMA has an "earthquake"-- -later- Patty: "So, what's the damage?" nurse: well, he should be better by tomorrow. some of the students suggested having him quarantined. Patty: "Quarantined? That still sounds pretty bad..." nurse: he'll be fine. Patty: "...Can we see him?" --Sounds of groaning and "Stupid Kirika!"-- -inside- liz: you ok? Kid: "Hmph. I was all happy, then asymmetry had to get in the way..." -knocks- stocking: you ok kid? Kid: (surprised, then smile) "Much better now." stocking: well good news, looks like i'll be gallow's manor's new resident. Kid: (gasps...) --Another earthquake throughout the DWMA--with a loud "Squee!"-- stocking: *she puts a compress to his head* Kid: (panting) "So happy..." stocking: hehe~ Kid: "When will you be ready to move?" stocking: if there's a room available, as soon as i can. Kid: (nods) "Your room will be ready tomorrow afternoon...Stocking? Did you want your own room...or to share one with me?" -she'd be getting her own room, though she'd be sleeping with kid more often than not- Kid: (nods) "Then tomorrow afternoon, your room is ready." stocking: awesome! *she kisses him* Kid: (blushing) "Um...I-I can send our maids to your apartment..." stocking: no need, my dad's sending some of his staff. Kid: "Good." (holds her hand) "I'm happy." stocking: i'm happy too~ Kid: (holds her hand) "I will see you when I get home." -after she's moved her things into her new room- Kid: (stares at Honekoneko, smiles) "I'm glad you brought him with you." stocking: her, actually. Kid: (blushing) "S-sorry." stocking: its ok. *she nuzzles him* i think it looks nice in here. Kid: (nods, smiles) "Yes...You know what else looks nice here?" stocking: what~? Kid: (strokes a hand along her cheek) "I'm looking at her." stocking: you sly dog~ *she smooches him* Kid: (kisses back, then holds her in a hug) "Welcome home." -some time passes- Yumi: o_o lord death: yumi? is everything ok? Yumi: "Yes...Just amazed how much the little one is kicking." lord death: *he smiles* she's going to be adorable~ Yumi: "She's certainly energetic." -elsewhere- Akane: (frowning at Clay) clay: .//////.;;; Akane: "I do not see why you blame me. I thought you said Anya enjoyed the date." clay: w-well yeah, but....*hides his face* Akane: "??? What's wrong?" clay: i feel so embarassed! my poor wallet too... Akane: (smirks) "At least you made an impression on her." -elsewhere- Stein: "Nygus, are you okay? You look a little ill." nygus: i've been better. Sid: "The only information we have gathered is that Cathrine seems to spend her time at Spirit's. Every time we track her, she evades us. However, there is something else odd..." Stein: "???" Sid: (pulls out a photograph, showing a blue-eyed black-hair woman) "This woman is outside Spirit's apartment. She may be an associate of Cathrine's." Stein: "..." (smirks) nygus: ?? Stein: "We are looking at a trainwreck here. Sid, Nygus--that's Kami." nygus:....... what? Stein: (pulls out a photograph of Kami, puts them side by side) "Same face, different eye color and hair color. Not easy to tell from a distance." (blinks) "Don't ask why I keep a photo of Kami in my desk drawer." nygus: memories of old times? Stein: "Something like that. And keeping tabs on people who left the Academy. Well, I didn't call in Kami, so which one of you did?" nygus: it wasnt us? Sid: (shakes his head) Stein: "...Then who? Kami is not the jealous type, so who brought her in?" -elsewhere- Kami: [texts Kim: no luck locating the target. she just keeps going back to his apt] kim: ugh... [TanuCutie: have you tried talking to her?] [WanderingWarrior: i can't so long as spirit is with her--WHICH IS ALL THE TIME. what does she do for a hobby? maybe i could find her there] [TanuCutie: idk.] [WanderingWarrior: hmmm...maybe she needs to get a free coupon to a new gym or spa] [TanuCutie: maybe?] -elsewhere- *Loud knocking on Gallows Mansion* stocking: ??? Wes: "GHOSTS!" liz: ?!?!?! Wes: (runs past Stocking, holds Liz by the shoulders) "Liz! I have ghosts in my house!" liz: *faints* Wes: D: "Liz!" Patty: "...Give her mouth to mouth!" stocking:..... ghosts you say? where are they? Wes: (blushing from Patty's remark, as he fans liz) "My house. I was asleep, and then I heard someone playing the piano downstairs! I thought maybe Soul had visited, but no one was there! And then--then--*Boom* There were ghosts everywhere, playing music. It was...It was..." Patty: "???" Wes: (wide smile) "It was so cool!" liz: Q~Q Wes: "Can you believe I have ghosts in my house?" (holding Liz) "I never realized Death City could be so much fun! Isn't it great?" liz: TT~TT Wes: "You should hear them perform! I'm having a housewarming party next weekend!" liz: Q~~~~~Q Patty: "Yay! A ghost band performing at a housewarming party!" (whispers to Liz "Opposites attract...") liz: whaaaaa.... you're so meeeeean! Wes: "Liz? Are you okay? Are you afraid of ghosts?" liz: *she cries and nods* Wes: "Oh...Liz, I'm sorry." (hands her a handkerchief) liz: Q~Q Wes: "...They really are nice ghosts. But if you are afraid of them, I'll cancel the housewarming party." liz:....... -she ended up going anyway- Wes: (playing his violin with the ghosts) liz: *inhales* you can do this liz... Patty: (clapping along to the music) Kid: o_o "I never took Wes for someone who _enjoys_ the supernatural aspects of Death City." stocking: *she enjoys some tea* Patty: (smiles at Soul) "Pretty trippy, huh?" soul:.......................... Patty: (frowns sadly) --Wes concludes his song, bows to the audience and to the ghosts-- -elsewhere- Anya: (slowly walking on her sprained ankle) tsugumi: how are you? Anya: "Better. At least I can walk now. How are you?" tsugumi: doing well. Anya: (nods...) "More letter from your childhood friends?" tsugumi: not recently, just some notes and a few things i ordered online. Anya: "Oh...What did you order?" -elsewhere- Hiro: (at the bookstore) "Hmm..." hime: *reading* Hiro: (pulls a book from the shelf: "Building Confidence") hime: *she's just reading pride and prejudice for a school assignment* Hiro: (reads: "To build confidence, you first have to own who you are and what you desire in life. So, what do you want?") "What do I want? Man, I don't even know why I came to this school..." [didnt you want to become stronger to help people?] Hiro: (looks at his arm muscle) "Some strength. I'm at a school where I'm the weakest meister here. Even NOT students have killed witches. What have I ever done to help others?" -later- Kid: (adjusting a portrait in the Mansion) "I thought Wes's party was a lot of fun." liz: y-yeah... Kid: "...I am surprised he takes to ghosts so easily..." liz: .___. Kid: "...Liz? Are you going to be okay?' liz: i-i'll try my best. Kid: "...This may be good for you." (smiles) "I never thought I could get over certain symmetry and...other problems years ago. But people change other people, I hope for the better." liz: ....... Kid: "Maybe you and Wes should go out somewhere other than his mansion. Have any plans with him?" liz: well, maybe we could see a movie together? Kid: (nods) "That would be good." (smirks) "Just make sure it is not a horror film." liz: ok. Patty: (holds up Liz's phone) "Better call Lover Boy for your date..." -later- Wes: (wearing a dress shirt unbuttoned at the top with jeans and an expensive watch) soul:................ Wes: "Looking forward to this?" liz: yeah. soul:...whatever... Wes: (sad smile at Soul) "This film has really good reviews. And the theater is next to a really good burger and shake shop." soul:.....*nod* Wes: (smiles at Liz) "How has your week been?" liz: pretty well....i guess you're housemates arent... so bad. Wes: (smiles) "They grow on you..." (holds her hand) soul: ugh... Wes: (looks to Soul) "Soul, would you like a jam session with the ghosts? We could use a piano accompaniment." soul: i think i'll pass. Wes: (nudges him) "It could be fun." soul: i said i'll pass. Wes: "...Okay." (approaches the ticket booth) "Three, please, for 'Road Rage.'" clerk: alright. -after the movie- Wes: "Hmmm...The plot was kind of dull." liz: at least the special effects were decent. Wes: (nods) "A few funny one liners..." (walks between Liz and Soul) "What did you think, Soul?" soul:....eh.... *stirs his milkshake with his straw* Wes: "..." (looks downward) liz:... look, there's a jukebox here Wes: (looks up) "Oh! Um...Any requests?" soul:............ Wes: "Maybe jazz?" liz: sure. Wes: (picks a song) soul:........... Wes: (tapping his finger on the table in time with the music) -the food arrived- Wes: "Ah! Thank you!" Wes: (looking at the fries, rings, and burger he ordered) "Mother and father never let us eat like this." soul:................................... Wes: (chuckles) "Didn't get food like this as kids...And after this meal, I'll be at the gym all next week." -elsewhere- Kid: (with photo album open) "Here is me with my mother--my birth mother." stocking: i can see a resemblance. Kid: (smiles at one of Death and his mother together) "Thank you." -there are photos of the death scythes on the day they became death scythes- Kid: (chuckles) "Look how young Mother was." (points at a picture of Yumi) -justin, age 13, looked rather sickly- Kid: "Justin had overworked himself...and was still getting away from the past." stocking: ......... Kid: (looks sadly at a photograph of Spirit and Kami) "..." -there are photographs of other students as well, including sid- Kid: (laughs at Sid's picture) "Look at bony he was." stocking: it's almost kind of adorable. -other pictures include zubaidah, who wore a sweater and long skirt, marie, joe, dengu, and others- Kid: (looking at the photograph of Joe) "I miss him..." stocking:...... even as a kid, mr dinga was really tall. Kid: (small laugh) "Yes...Father has been so good about photographing his...'family'." -there are other photos.- stocking: .... !!!!!!! Kid: (blushing) stocking: k-kid?! what is this?! -there is a picture of lord death, mephisto, a 12 year old stocking and kid, at a party. the young kid is sleeping- Kid: "I-I-I don't know! St-Stocking? Did we--Did our fathers bring us to the same party?!" stocking: i think so... but i dont remember this.... [-excuse me.... did you want to play tea party?-] [???: !! no way! that doll is disgusting!] [-the girl runs away crying-] Kid: "...Stocking? Do you remember a boy at a party calling Honeneko 'disgusting'?" stocking: *thinks* a little bit.... i dont think i remember his face... Kid: "Did the boy have _three white lines_ in his hair?" stocking: *she looks at the date* ..... this... this was the first real party i attended and... i remember he wore a white shirt and brown shorts. Kid: (puts his head in his hands) "Oh, God, I made a fool of myself...I'm so sorry..." stocking: *looks closer....the young kid wears the same attire as the boy described* !!....kid... Kid: "I'm sorry! I was young! I was rude!" stocking: kid..... *she takes his hand* Kid: "...Yes?" stocking: *she brushes his cheek* its ok... i forgive you. Kid: "Th-Thank you...Stocking? How would things have been different if I had accepted your tea party when we first met?" stocking: *she shrugs* maybe we would have been closer? who knows... but i'm happy with where things are now. Kid: (nods) "As am I...I am happy for this moment with you, right here, right now." stocking: mmm.... you know, its not too late for that tea party~ Kid: (smiles) "I would like that." -and so- Kid: "Would you like some more tea, ma'am?" stocking: why of course~ Kid: "Happily! And perhaps another slice of cake for my sweet?" stocking: yes please~ Kid: (slices cake and serves it to her on a plate) stocking: mmm~ Kid: (smiles) "I wish I had known that little girl back then...but I am happy to know now the woman that she has become." stocking: hehe~ Kid: (holds up teacup to her) "To the future." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: (sips) "Heh. Stocking? Do you think our children will enjoy tea parties?" (blushes) "I mean, if we were to have children?" stocking: i'm certain of it. Kid: (smiles, nods) "I'm happy to hear that..." (holds her hand) "You would--will--be an excellent mother." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: (moves to sit beside her, letting his head rest on her shoulder) stocking: hehe~ *she kisses his forehead* Kid: (purrs as he hugs her) stocking: hehe cutie~ Kid: (kisses her cheek) "Cuter cutie." stocking: hmmhmm~<3 Kid: "..." (kisses lightly on her lips) stocking: mmmmm~<3 Kid: (whispers in her ear) "Do you know what is one good part of being an adult and not a child any more?" stocking: what is that~? Kid: (smirks) "Experience. I think we've gotten quite good at this..." (kisses her lips lightly) "...among other things." stocking: oho~? Kid: "Care to take our...party into private quarters?" stocking: i would love that~ -the next morning- Kid: "smiles in his sleep) stocking: mmmm~<3 Kid: *yawns* (sees Stocking) "Good morning, beautiful." stocking: you too, good looking~ Kid: (kisses her lips) "You were amazing last night." stocking: only for you, babe~ Kid: (strokes a hand along her face) "Only for you...Stocking, thank you. When I...I mean, when it was my first time, I am so happy it was with you..." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: (pulls her in for a hug) "I love you." stocking: i love you too kid. Kid: (purrs...) "I wish I could lie here for hours with you..." stocking: me too... but alas, we have school. Kid: (pouts) "Darn..." (smirks) "Race you to the shower?" -at school- soul: so when do we start college? Patti: "The end of August. I CAN'T WAIT! I'm going to rush for a sorority!" liz: ........... Kid: "Patty, we have no sororities at the DWMA--and we won't, not so long as I live and breathe." tsubaki: do you think we'll have new teachers? Kid: "Well, there will be a substitute for Mother when she is on maternity leave. But she will be back to work soon after...I don't know who our other new teachers will be..." soul: i think there might be some older folks there... i heard one chick's grandma took the program because she learned she was a weapon earlier this year. Kid: "Yes, college attracts students from various ages and backgrounds, including advanced, younger students." Black Star: "Huh...So there will be, like, badass grandparents in our classes? Sweet!" Patty: "Heh heh heh...The old farts probably turn into, like, canes and adult diapers or something..." liz: we should do something special for this. Kid: "Well, we had the pool party. What were you thinking, Liz?" liz: maybe a roadtrip? Patty: "Oh! Let's go to Paris!" Kid: "...We are not driving through the ocean. Again." liz: i was thinking salt lake city. Black Star: "That could be fun. I always wanted to see a city made out of salt." tsubaki: *sweatdrop* Kid: "And who knows which stops there will be on the way between here and Salt Lake--" Patty: "VEGAS! LET'S GO TO VEGAS!" stocking: that sounds awesome! Kid: "...Las Vegas? Really?" soul: ....... Patty: "I'm going to play the slots and craps!" stocking: i wonder if i can get a bunnygirl costume? Kid: (coughs, blushes) liz: ............ soul: ....................... Patty: "...That's hot." tsubaki: oh.... Kid: "..." (collapses) -later- Kid: "I'm okay...I can handle classes...Just...focus...Which class am I in now?" liz: gym. Kid: "Oh...Well, I'll go change..." --After changing into gym attire-- Patty: "With summer weather, I guess we're not indoors...What are we doing today? Run laps?" -baseball- Kid: "Well, since I will obsess over any other position I take, I'll be the catcher." Patty: (chuckles) " 'Catcher.'" Black Star: "Who's on whose team?" -EAT VS NOT, with a few ALT on both teams- Patty: "Stocking, which position will you take? (On the field, not in bed, sweetie...)" stocking: i think i'll take up as batter. Patty: "I'll be pitcher!" Black Star: "Third baseman!" soul: 2nd base? Kid: "Tsubaki?" -after gym- Black Star: (ice on his groin) Anya: (smirking) tsugumi: stocking's pretty strong with that bat. Black Star: (higher pitch) "My balls aren't..." Kid: "Yes, Stocking is very powerful." -elsewhere- Kami: ("Damn it...No leads on Cathrine and her location...I need another strategy to get near her.") -there's a department store, cathrine decides to go inside it- Kami: (smiles. "Bingo..." Enters to see where Cathrine goes) cathrine: *she examines the perfumes and lingere sections* Kami: (nears the lingerie..."Well, here goes...") "Excuse me, miss?" cathrine: hmm? can i help you? Kami: "I saw you over at the perfume section and...Well, this is embarrassing but...I don't know what is fashionable anymore in perfume. I was wondering which ones you were looking at." cathrine: well there's a few new ones out. Hibana has a new perfume called 'Brilliant Blossoms' out. as well as some others. Kami: (smiles) "Oh, I love Hibana's scents! Is Brilliant any good?" cathrine: from what i can tell, it smells like lillies and oranges. Kami: (pouts) "Hmmm...Maybe that would be good...Oh, I'm so indecisive about these things...Tell me, miss: what scents do you like to wear?" cathrine: i'm more of a Moonlight Dream Company kinda girl myself~ Kami: (smiles) "Oh, those are so good. You try that scent they have, Cereus Jasmine?" cathrine: it smells nice. my personal would be Sea Salt Waves. Kami: "Hmmm...I'll try that out, then--thank you!" (shakes Cathrine's hand) cathrine: er, no problem. Kami: (waves, turns to look through lingerie) -later- Kami: (puts on sunglasses..."I had coated my hand with a new substance DWMA CIA had developed: once on a person, it doesn't come off for days, no matter how many times you wash. It's transparent, scentless, and with these sunglasses, it leaves an air trail that will lead me to wherever Cathrine is hiding...Just have to wait and see.") Kami: (holds shopping bag--"And I got some new underwear, too.") -a few days later, elsewhere- Spirit: (whistling) kim: hey mr a. *waves* Spirit: (finger pistols at Kim) "Hey, Kim! How's it goin'?" kim: erm, pretty good. how about you? Spirit: (giggling) "I'm great! And I have some biiiiiiig news." kim: oh? Spirit: (pulls out a box from his shirt, flipping it open to reveal a pricey necklace) "Bam! Bling!" kim: wow... that's fancy. Spirit: "And expensive, too! But only the best for my Cathrine! And that's not the only surprise I have..." kim: oh? (thinking: OH JESUS FUCK GOD NO!!!) Spirit: "I am going to ask Cathrine to move in with me!" kim: oh? thats....won-der-ful! Spirit: (smiles widely) "I know, right?!" (sighs happily) "She is so great: her laugh, her style, her--" (blushes) "Um, well..." (stern) "I better get back to work, and you had best get to class." kim: ok. sure thing sir. Spirit: (keeps walking, then shudders with glee) kim:...*she shudders too, but with disgust* Jacqueline: "Oh, Kim, there you are." kim: .............. Jacqueline: "You okay? You look ill." -kim explains everything that just happened- Jacqueline: "...Gross." kim: it could have been worse..... he could have told me he planned on marrying her! Jacqueline: "True. But if something doesn't happen soon, he could be on his way...Have you heard from Mrs. Albarn?" kim: just a quick text yesterday. Jacqueline: "No progress?" -kim then explains what kami told her about the new tracking substance- Jacqueline: "Hmm...I hope that leads her to wherever Cathrine is hiding. Because if she moves in with Spirit, then it will be harder to find her location." -some time passes- Kami: [texts Kim: hey narrowed down her location--to a five-block radius. not good enough] [TanuCutie: i think i may have a plan. Salon 23. She goes there a lot from what i can tell. collect some of the hair if you can.] [WanderingWarrior: okay. she already knows my face so have to hope she treats this as coincidental] -maybe a second disguise?- Kami: "Hmm...I could change my hair and eyes again...but my nose and mouth would be the same...I guess I can try prosthetics." -or maybe a facial mask? like doctor's wear?- Kami: "...I guess this mask will have to do. Just hope she doesn't take it off my face. But just to be safe, I'll do some minor prosthetic work, different contacts..." --At Salon 23-- Kami: (with mask over face, waiting for Cathrine's arrival) -she arrived and just had a little bit trimmed and washed- Kami: (bows, disguising her voice, as she deposits some of Cathrine's hair into a plastic bag lined in her pocket) "Thank you for your visit." -later- Kami: [texting: "meet me at 51 stix road, apt 4B] [WanderingWarrior: i got the sample] -and so- kim: i brought the DNA tracker. Kami: (smiles) "Good work." (hands her the baggie of hair) "And I was thorough..." (hands separate baggies with some nail and skin samples) "What a thorough spa treatment..." kim: gross.... *she puts it into the analyzer* Kami: (waits for results) Kami: "How expensive was the DNA tracker?" kim: i have my methods~ Kami: (smirks) "I'm sure you do...So, how much longer does it take?" -ding- Kami: "Huh. What did it find?" -there is a pink dot going to an apartment in the more darker area of town- Kami: "Good work! Okay, we need evidence to confirm Cathrine is a witch and, if we are lucky, find out what she is trying to do. How should we proceed? Someone needs to stay behind in case this plan goes bad. Should we get the DWMA officially involved or go on our own?" kim: we should contact stein. Kami: (nods) "Give him a call." -and so- Stein: "Wish I could say I was surprised that you got Kami involved, Kim." kim: hehe~ Stein: "I'll get DWMA undercover officers and a SWAT team in the area. What's the address?" kim: 711 Arkham Street. Stein: "Understood. While those officers survey the area, I'll meet with you and Kami at your apartment. What is the address?" -later- Stein: "Kami...I like you better blonde." kim: 3.....2....1.... Kami: "Stein...I'd like you better in jail." kim: oooh shit! --Stein and Kami do that electric eye-contact glare at each other-- Kami: (slides the intelligence to Stein) "You show me yours..." nygus: alright, lets settle down now. Stein: (slides his intelligence to her...) "Hmm...Really, her perfume preferences are really relevant, Kami?" Kami: (reading his) "Really, Stein, you couldn't find her address with a magazine subscription? Gee, color me surprised." Sid: -_-; "Can you two act like adults, please? Kim, tell us what plan you had in mind." -later- cathrine: *having just got out of the shower* Kami: (in catsuit with a mask, looking through binoculars) "Got visual...She is out of the shower. Looks like she is heading out." Kami: "What's the next move, Nygus?" nygus: we send in the distraction. Kami: "Roger: send them in..." -knock knock- cathrine: hmm~? Stein: (listening to the audio on the "distraction" "They better not screw this up...") -she answers- cathrine: may i help you? Akane: (smiles) "Good evening, ma'am." cathrine: did you need something? Akane: "I'm sorry to bother you, but I live two floors below you, and I have been checking with neighbors on the other floors about the darndest thing..." Kami: (gestures to the infiltration team) cathrine: and what's that? Akane: "I keep getting power glitches in my apartment at the weirdest times. Sometimes I lose power for five minutes in the morning, then 20 minutes when I get home from work, then up to two hours at night!" (laughs) "It's the weirdest thing. Oh! And on weekends, it's worse--" Kami: (slides open the window...) cathrine: really now? i havent been having problems like that. Akane: "Seriously? Man, that is weird! It's such a predictable schedule! I talked to someone upstairs with the same problem but their schedule was different! It was seven minutes in the morning, 15 minutes after work, and up to 5 hours at night!" (slaps his knee) "Just weird, right! Oh, and weekends, I can barely get any work done! See, I still have to do paperwork all day Saturday--" Kami: (spots something under the couch... "Great hiding place, Cathrine...") cathrine: *faking a smile* (thinking: just get to the fucking point you idiot!) Kami: (reads through the files...and slips away one paper for Kim Diehl's real identity..."Typical...So, what, her plan is to reveal witches?" Then she find something else: a witches' array on the wall. "Just need to snap that pic, and we got her...") Akane: "See, I do computer coding for a Las Vegas company, and we are looking to expand here in Death City! Golly, this is really a wonderful city, isn't it? I tell you, my sister Naomi--wonderful girl, Naomi, but man, she is not a cook at all! Anyway, Naomi told me how just lovely Death City was! I didn't believe her because I thought, 'A city named after dying? That doesn't sound fun in the least!' But everyone here is just so nice--" Kami: (pulls out phone...silent pictures taken of the array..."Now...just have to send...") Stein: (phone vibrates...the array is received) "We got her. Nygus, we move in." cathrine: yeah... my boyfriend actually works under lord death himself. Akane: "Well don't that beat all!" (in his earpiece, Sid: "We got her, Akane: keep her talking...") "What's he do for him? He one of them demon weapons?" cathrine: oh yeah. he's just the sweetest guy. Akane: "Neat! Say, is he handy with electrical problems?" Stein: "Nygus, what's the first move?" cathrine: i'll have to ask. nygus: make sure all exits are secure. Stein: (calling to Sid and others) "Block the exits at street level, at the roof. Make sure snipers are positioned at all sides in case of a window escape. Akane, keep her blocked at the front door. Kami, keep her blocked inside. We begin at Nygus's word..." Akane: "But you're sure your electricity is fine? Maybe you could help me: come downstairs to check my place, and you'll see--no power at all!" cathrine: i'm indecent though! i just got done showering and- Akane: (takes her hand) "It'll only take a second, ma'am! It's real important, or else I won't get my work done!" cathrine: *she pulls back* nygus: now! Stein: "Nygus?" Akane: (pulls her back, holding his arm under her neck, a knife held to her throat) "Stand down, now. Or you are dead." cathrine: !!!?? --Akane's other arm is over her waist to hold-- Kami: (slides the file folder into her knapsack, as she hides to serve as backup for Akane) cathrine: what are you- Akane: "The DWMA has this building surrounded on all sides. All exits are blocked. You are under arrest for theft and under suspicion of being a rogue witch. Surrender now, or you will be executed." cathrine: but i'm innocent! i was framed! Akane: (listening to Stein's evidence in his earpiece) "Which is why you have documents hidden under your desk stolen from the DWMA, and a witch's array on your apartment's wall?" cathrine: please, you have to believe me... *see looks up with sad eyes, almost a bit alluring* Akane: (presses the blade to her neck) "Let's go..." (dragging her out of the room, as DWMA troops march down the hall and towards the room...) cathrine:.....*she smirks and drops the towel* oh no~! Akane: "...Nice try." (drags her out of the room...but troops stop dead in their tracks) cathrine: oh no~ dont look~<3 Akane: (frog-marching her) "I said that was not going to work..." (pushing her naked down the hall...but among the DWMA troops, their eyes are transfixed...and starting to glow pink...) cathrine: eek~! DWMA Troop: (clutches Akane by the shoulder) Akane: "?!" DWMA Troop (female): "Lady Cathrine said let go!" (slugs Akane in the face, causing him to lose his grip on the knife and on Cathrine) Kami: (hears the attack) "What the hell?" (running to the entrance to see what is happening) cathrine: sorry huns, but this lady needs to go now~ *she summons a broom and flies off Trooper: ugh... wha.... what just happened? Kami: "No, you don't!" (runs after Cathrine...and jumps out the window after her...) Akane: "Kami! Stop!" cathrine: *she winks, and a large heart projectile knocks her into the wall* Kami: (eyes widened--then she is slammed against the wall) *cough* (blood comes up, as she then falls face first) "Fuck..." Jacqueline: (watching from afar) "Kim!" (transforms into lantern form) kim: HEY BITCH! cathrine: *she growls and lands in a residential area, taking a young student hostage* Jacqueline: "Shit! Kim, what do we do?" student: *scared* w-wha?! Jacqueline: "Put down that student!" Stein: "Shit! We have snipers trained, but that student and Kim are too close! We can't get a shot!" cathrine: *she drags her to a security guard, who's microphone she's charmed out of him* the following is a message to all witch residents. reveal yourselves now or i'll hunt you all down myself~ Stein: "?!" Jacqueline: "Kim..." kim: .......... over my dead body you whore! cathrine: well, looks like little kimmy decided to come play some more. Jacqueline: "Kim, be careful...What is she planning?" Sid: (arrives with some troops) "Cathrine! Release the hostage now! If you want someone, I offer a DWMA officer in substitution!" cathrine: how cute. you want to save a witch? student: w-what Sid: "???" cathrine: *she smirks* ever heard of something called 'witch killer'? Sid: (aims weapon at Cathrine) "You release that student, now!" cathrine: you'd kill someone with knowledge on all the witches? even the unfound rouges~? Sid: "You have a funny way to negotiate...You have intelligence? Fine. Surrender yourself to DWMA custody, and no harm will come to you." cathrine: surrender? AS IF~! Sid: "Then what is it that you want? How else do we get your information if you are not here to confirm it?" Jacqueline: "Kim...Are they actually going to let her walk away free?" kim: if you wont surrender, then i'll just MAKE YOU! *she attacks at cathrine* KINUTA TEAL! I CHALLENGE YOU TO THE DEATH! Jacqueline: "!!!" Sid: "?!" -the battle lasts for a while until...- ???: HALLOWEEN BOMB! kinuta: ??? *BWOOM* WHAT THE FUCK?! Sid: "What now?" kinuta: the hell?! blair: dont mind me, just a passing stray~ Stein: "Get these bystanders back, now! This is going to get out of hand..." -soon, kinuta is defeated- kinuta: ugh... fuck.. kim: jackie.....why dont we make you a deathscythe today? Jacqueline: "Kim...I-I don't think we can do that...It just does not feel right." kim: AFTER HOW SHE TREATED ME MY WHOLE LIFE?! HOW SHE MADE ME FEEL USELESS AND UNWANTED?! AFTER HOW SHE TORTURED AND ABUSED ME?! I CANT THINK OF SOMEONE BETTER TO- Jacqueline: "Kim! You would kill your own mother?!" kim: WHAT MOTHER WOULD TREAT HER OWN CHILD AS TRASH?!?!?! *panting* Jacqueline: "...You would stoop down to her level? Give her what she wants?" kinuta: heh... i knew you wouldnt do it... you're pathetic! once a weakling always a weakling! ???: "Cathrine..." kinuta: ??? Spirit: (smiling) "Hey, babe." kinuta:...... *she starts chuckling* i was wondering when you would show up.... Spirit: (smiling--and slugs Cathrine in the face) kinuta: ?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE?! Spirit: (seizes her head, slams it to the floor, holding his blade to her neck) "Never. Talk. To your child. Like that. Ever." (slices lightly along her neck, drawing just a bit of blood...) kinuta:....... *she starts to laugh* Jacqueline: "...Kim. Let's get her to DWMA custody. Now." Stein: "...Spirit. We have the anti-magic handcuffs. Let's get this over with." kinuta: you'd kill the one you loved so much? *she laughs more* here i thought you were just some lovesick idiot! wanna know something? i never even loved you! I FAKED IT! EEEEVERY LAST SECOND OF IT! Spirit: "...No. I'm not killing you." (picks her up, shoves her towards Stein, who slaps the handcuffs onto her) "Still need you for what you know." (other guards slap the ankle-cuffs and neck cuff onto Kinuta) "We're done here." (turns to walk towards Kim and Jacqueline) nygus: i'm actually not surprised by that. Spirit: T_T (whispering) "Nygus, stop ruining my badass moment..." kinuta: AW COME ON! I WANTED TO SEE THE LOOK ON YOUR STUPID FACE AS YOUR HEART BREAKS INTO LITTLE PIECES! I BET IT LOOKED HILARIOUS! *she still laughs* Spirit: (hands balled into fists, still turned away, walking away...) kinuta: I'VE HAD BETTER SEX WITH OTHER GUYS ANYWAY! ???: (slaps duct tape over Kinuta's mouth) kinuta: ?!?!? Kami: (smiles) "Thanks for the perfume recommendation." (slaps the side of her face, as if affectionately--but much, much harder, leaving a red mark) blair: ?? oh hi kami~ Kami: (serious) "Hello, Blair." Spirit: (tenses up, looks behind) "K-Kami?" blair: thats a new look for you. mizune: *in the croud* *starts recording* Kami: "Thanks. Don't get used to it." Spirit: "..." (afraid to walk towards Kami) nygus:......3........2..........1...... Spirit: "KaaaaaaAAAAAAAAMIIIIII!" Spirit: (leaps towards Kami...) *POW* Kami: "..." Spirit: (book slammed into his head, his chin hitting the street) eruka: ok even _i_ felt that. Jacqueline: D: kim: denied. Kami: (winces) "Nygus...Get me to the hospital..." nygus: r-right.... mizune: so that was your ex, huh? Spirit: (slight twitch...) Kami: "Shut up. Get me bandages and drugs. Lots of drugs." mizune: that sucks. *she rolls him over* Spirit: T_T "I hate everything..." mizune: *snaps some pics* Jacqueline: "Kim..." kim:....i'll go to the nurse too... Jacqueline: "..." (helps her up, walking her to the ambulance) "Let's get to the infirmary.." -later- Kami: (stretching) "Witches...They punch like babies." (winces as she touches her nose) "Ow..." Spirit: "Kami..." Kami: (looks up) "Spirit." Spirit: "...You look...good." Kami: (sighs) "Still a terrible liar..." (pats a seat next to her...) Spirit: (sits...silence for a while...then he pulls something out of his wallet) Kami: "What's that?" Spirit: (opens a slip of paper, crosses something off) "A bucket list..." Kami: "...Oh. What are you marking off?" ("Probably, 'Defend a child against her abusive parent,' or 'Have an actual badass moment'...") Spirit: (smiles widely) "Have sex with a witch!" Kami: "..." --The DWMA has an earthquake, as a man is thrown out a window-- Spirit: (falling) "Worth it..." *BOOM* mizune: wow.... *kneels down and snaps another pic* Kami: (fuming red) "Fucking. Hell." Spirit: x___x mizune: oi, you alright there? Spirit: (dazed) "Why, thank you! You are very kind...all three of you..." (he is seeing triple) mizune: .................. *she pulls something out of her bag, a HP up* down the hatch. Spirit: (HP+100) (shakes his head) "...I am now alone again." (fetal position) mizune:..... i was about to make a delivery to chupa*cabra's. part time job. wanna come with? Spirit: "...Okay. Maybe Chupa*Cabra's can overcome my loneliness..." Kami: (watches from the window, still glaring, still red-faced...and hot tears...) "Damn it..." -and so- Stein: "Nygus, anything you get out of our 'guest,' Kinuta?" nygus: just the basic things. Stein: "Well, that's less helpful. She's likely holding out...Why would she risk her life to steal this information from the Academy?" nygus: who knows. -at chupas- Spirit: (downs his drink) lisa: i still cant believe cathrine was a rogue witch. Spirit: "...Y-Yeah...God, I'm dumb." arisa: well, she is skilled at charm magic, maybe it was that? Spirit: (shakes his head) "No...I spent days away from her, and what I felt...and what I felt when I was with her, like _really_ with her...That was real..." (sets down his glass) "I'm an idiot." arisa:..... Spirit: "I'm cursed. I screwed up with Kami...and I sleep with an abusive mother...If Maka were here...she'd hate me more than ever." lisa: ........... blair: *she hugs him* Spirit: "..." (just lets Blair hug him, silently) blair:.... i can tell right now you cant be left alone.... why dont you spend the night at my place? i'm sure nagisa would like someone to play with. *she smiles* Spirit: "..." (nods) -elsewhere- marie: *holding christa* *Knock knock* marie: yes? Stein: "It's me..." marie: ah! *she opens the door* come on in. christa: *she looks at him* Stein: "Hello, Marie." (stares at Christa) "Hello, Christa." (back to Marie) "How are you?" marie: doing good. christa's been growing well, too. Stein: "Yes, she does look healthy. Remarkable skin..." (looks at Marie) "I say that as a physician, not out of my obsession." marie: ^^; Stein: (tentatively passes a hand along Christa's hair...) christa: bwuaba? -her head has some blonde strands of hair on it. the fit amount for a girl around her age- Stein: "..." (looks at Marie) "Sorry. I just needed to get out of the office for a bit. Could I brew you some tea?" marie: sure. Stein: (nods, leaves to brew tea) -later, elsewhere- Kid: (shakes his head) "Unbelievable...What was Spirit thinking?" liz: he didnt know. so we cant hold it against him... we're just glad kim caught onto it. Kid: "I know...It just seems like he attracts trouble." liz: maybe, but he means well from what i can see. mami: he does his best... *sad smile* i actually owe my life to him. Kid: "???" mami: remember the car crash i was in? the one that took my parents? mr albarn found me and pulled me out of thr wreckage... he saved my life. Kid: "..." (nods) "Maybe there is a reason he attracts trouble..." mami: ........... (thinking: i only wish maka and i had gotten closer....) Kid: "...To help...*Sighs* I'll call him." Kid: "I think you should do likewise, Mami." -elsewhere- Jacqueline: "Kim..." kim:...............*she looks up* Jacqueline: "..." (hugs her) kim: ................... *hugs back* Jacqueline: "I'm sorry what you have gone through." kim: ..... i guess i can relate to chrona in that aspect...hehe... Jacqueline: (pulls back, crying a bit) "Yeah..." kim:............ Jacqueline: (cries more, covering her face) -the next morning, elsewhere- Spirit: (snoring) blair: *making breakfast* Spirit: (rolls over--and falls on the floor) "Ow!" nagisa: *she goes over and tries to help her up* Spirit: (groans) "Thanks, Nagisa...I guess I don't land on my feet..." nagisa: *she hands him a pillow* Spirit: (smiles) "Thanks. Is it time to wake up?" nagisa: *she nods* miss blair's making pancakes! Spirit: (smiles) "Okay..." (sits up, stands, stretches) "Let's get going, little lady." nagisa: *she smiles* Spirit: (picks her up and sets her into her chair) "Morning, Blair." blair: morning~ Spirit: (stares at the table, smiling...but his eyes are sad) blair:.... *she gives him a gentle peck on the cheek* Spirit: (blushes, bites his lip a little and keeps looking down) -later- Spirit: (walking through the hallway of the Academy..."I wish I could call in sick...but I used up those sick days...") marie: hey spirit. *she waves* Spirit: (half-hearted wave) "Hey." marie:...... how are you? Spirit: "..." (shrugs) "I'm an idiot." marie: is this because of....y-you know... Spirit: "Cathrine? Or whatever she's calling herself?" (nods) marie: Kinuta Teal, the raccoon witch. Spirit: "Yeah...And a real mother of the year." marie:..... Spirit: (scratches the back of his neck) "Forget it. My own stupid fault. H-How's Christa?" marie: she's doing very well. stein came over the other day. watching them together was just too cute! Spirit: (sad smile) "I imagine. Who thought Stein was daddy-like?" marie: you'd be surprised. Spirit: "A pleasant surprise, compared to all the others..." marie: *she nods* Spirit: "...I have to go see Lord Death. How 'bout you?" marie: i'll go with you. Spirit: (smiles) "Thanks..." --And so they arrive in the Death Room-- Spirit: "Hey...Lord Death..." lord death: howdy spirit! whats up? Spirit: "...Uh...The usual..." (clears his throat) "I was here to submit a revision to my initial report about the Witch Kinuta Teal." lord death: ah, well lets see what you got. Spirit: "...Sir, the only reason Kinuta Teal was able to access those confidential DWMA documents and go undetected for so long was because of me." lord death: ...... *he listens* Spirit: "Months ago, I was approached by Kinuta Teal, under the alias of Cathrine. She had approached me, feigning romantic or sexual interest in me. I fell for her ploy, and she used this distraction as an opportunity to get close to the DWMA, including entering the building as my Plus-1 to your and Azusa's wedding." lord death: i see. Spirit: "...It was my ignorance that allowed her the entry she needed to find the documents, steal them, evade the DWMA for weeks, and threaten the safety of our allies, our students, and our charges." (stands up straighter and looks at Death) "I take full responsibility for what could have become a tragedy, and already has resulted in injuries to bystanders and this witch's daughter." lord death: i understand. thats quite noble of you to do so. This rogue is considered a master.. or rather 'mistress' of trickery and deceit. but if you do insist on a punishment.... i'm putting you on toilet cleaning duty for the rest of the month. Spirit: o_o "I thought I was going to be removed from the DWMA--but toilet duty...Um, sure..." (whispers to Marie) "Please don't smash toilets this month..." lord death: and know this includes the bathroom where....*ahem* the 'big brown' happened... marie: THAT'S A BIT CRUEL DONT YOU THINK? Spirit: o_o; "The...Big...Brown? What is...?" marie: you seriously dont remember? well....lets say the less you know about that the better. Spirit: "..." (cries) "Th-Thank you for not firing me...Please let me have an oxygen tank..." lord death: oh trust me, you're gonna need a hazmat suit in there. Spirit: T_T "Thanks..." -elsewhere- Patty: "And that's why I hate using the bathrooms here!" stocking: *HORRIFIED* Kid: "YOU ARE NEVER TO TELL. THAT STORY. EVER. AGAIN." liz: i cant believe auntie would even tell you that! Patty: "What? We're like BFFs!" -later, elsewhere- Kami: (packs her bag, checks her ID, checks that she has her airplane ticket) "Okay...I guess that's everything..." Kami: (walks downstairs, leaves her key with the apartment's landlord, but finds someone waiting in front of the apartment building...) kim: so i guess you're heading to parts unknown, huh? Spirit: (hiding around the corner, sweating) Kami: "Yeah..." (rubs the back of her neck) "Look, sorry, I'm not someone who says goodbyes anymore. I figure I either will see someone later...or I'll lose them anyway." (Her black hair remains, but she has removed the blue contact lenses) kim: ah.... did you visit....y-you know.... Kami: "...Yes." (swings backpack over her shoulder) "I did." kim: .......well... best of luck. Kami: "..." (sets down the backpack...hugs Kim) kim: !!..... *hugs as well* thanks for everything.. Kami: (pats her back) "Hang in there, Kim. Don't let anyone give you shit." kim: can do. Kami: (pulls back) "Keep an eye on Maka. And that idiot." kim: of course. Kami: (looks askance) "Especially because he's not very good at hiding his soul wavelength." --A squeak of surprise emanates from around the corner-- kim: 7___7;; Kami: (smirks) "Well, here's my taxi. Later." kim: see ya. Spirit: (watches from around the corner, as Kami gets in the taxi...and it drives away...) kim: you gonna be ok? Spirit: (walks up to her) "Yeah. You?" kim: survivin.... Spirit: "Yeah...You eat dinner yet?" kim: not yet. Spirit: "Call up Jacqueline--I'm buying." kim: where to? Spirit: (smiles) "Wherever you and Jacqueline want, kiddo." kim: i could go for some pizza. Spirit: "I know a good place around the corner. And the garlic knots are delicious!" -later, elsewhere- Arthur: "So, they captured a witch?" shinra: sounds like it. Arthur: "Damn. I was hoping I could bring in a witch. Imagine what that would do for my credibility." shinra: *sweatdrop* Arthur: "The knight slaying the witch...It's like something out of ancient lore." maki:................ Arthur: *sigh* "I guess I'll have to go slay another dragon...Excuse me..." maki: *sweatdrop* iris:.......... *she covers her left cheek with her hand* ......... Arthur: (looks at Iris) "You okay?" iris: um, yeah. i-i'm alright... shinra:..... *traces a finger over the scar* damn.... she sure did a number on you.... Arthur: "..." iris:........ Arthur: "Maybe...You should have a healer look at that." iris:...maybe.... Arthur: "..." -elsewhere- Kid: (washing dishes after dinner with Death, Yumi, Liz, Patty, and Stocking) kirika: *finishing her milkshake* Kid: (frowns at Kirika) "I could use your help finishing the dishes." -later- stocking: it tasted delicious, kid! Kid: (smiles) "I'm glad. And thank you for joining Mother and Father for dinner." stocking: no problem. *she smiles* Kid: "You and Father seemed to have a good conversation." stocking: oh? Kid: (nods) "Particularly your discussion with him about baby names." stocking: ah. Kid: "Given how many books Father and Mother have read for baby names...I'm scared that they will pick one that will curse that child for all eternity." stocking: i'm sure they'll find a name... thats coming from a girl called 'stocking' haha! Kid: (smiles) "You make a name like 'Stocking' beautiful." stocking: hehe~ Kid: "Well, dishes are cleaned and stored. And we have the night ahead of us." stocking: movie night? Kid: (smiles) "Sounds great. Which genre?" stocking: im down for whatever. Kid: "How about something with a little romance, and a whole lot of action?" stocking: sure. maybe after that we could watch the new movie i got. Kid: "New movie?" stocking: tadaah~ *it was a horror movie Kid: "Oh, neat!" Kid: "I'll get the popcorn--anything else to bring?" stocking: pajamas? Kid: "Oh, yes. :3 " -and so- Kid: (holding her hand as they watch...) stocking: wow, creepy. Kid: "The nooses..." stocking: yeah.... *she holds his hand* Kid: "Eep!" (sees the fetuses) "So glad Mother and Father aren't watching this..." stocking: yikes.... Kid: (slight squeeze on her hand) "Quite scary." stocking: yeah... Kid: "..." (the mutilated animals and the rituals...) (shudders) stocking: what is this, some weird kishin worship? Kid: (grows pale from fear) "Not creepy enough..." stocking: yeah, not enough eyes either, haha. Kid: (nervous laugh) "Yeah..." -the movie continues- Kid: (leans against Stocking, to be held by her) stocking: *stroking his head* Kid: "I'm glad this is only fiction...even though it is nowhere near as scary as real-life." stocking: .............. --Feeding stolen embryos happens...-- Kid: o_O "So glad Yumi is not watching..." stocking: gross! Kid: "Indeed..." (holds onto Stocking) stocking: ..... --The ending occurs--with self-immolation-- Kid: D: stocking: someone get the brigade in there. Kid: (nods) "Such a sad, scary film..." stocking: yeah.... want to watch something happier? Kid: (nods) "Any recommendation?" -they watched something a little more lighthearted- -Something akin to Ouran--complete with a similar theme song- -later- Kid: (blushing smile of happiness) "That was adorable!" stocking: yeah. *she smiles* Kid: (kisses her cheek) "Thank you. Although the film was frightening, I enjoyed it. And that show was charming." stocking: hehe~ Kid: (rests his head on her shoulder) "Tired?" stocking: yeah. Kid: "...Stocking? There are so many things I want to do...and I look forward to doing them with you." stocking: i do too. Kid: (smiles) "Remind me to tell you something I'd like to do...*Yawn* when we are less tired." stocking: yeah.. night kiddo.... Kid: (kiss) "Good night..." -next morning, elsewhere- Spirit: *yawns* lady: thanks for letting me spend the night. Spirit: o\\\o ("What happened last night?!") "Sure, no problem." lady: *she smiles* you offering breakfast or...? Spirit: ("Oh God oh God oh God I brought another witch home--Lord Death is going to fire me! I'm dead! I'm dead!) (smiles) "Sure! And, just to let you know, I am a great cook..." lady: nice! Spirit: (relaxing a little) "You like spicy food?" lady: is it bacon? Spirit: "I was thinking an omelette with a side of bacon." lady: sure! Spirit: (pulls up his boxers and puts on a shirt) "I'll get the meal going...if you want to shower while I cook? Plenty of hot water, good shampoo..." -later- Spirit: (finishes his meal) "So..." lady: ya? Spirit: "...How was the meal?" lady: pretty good. Spirit: (smiles) "Thanks..." (takes her plate and his, putting them in the sink and rinsing a bit...) "Sleep okay? How was the bed?" lady: not bad. Spirit: (slowly remembering some details...) "That's good..." (finishes washing the dishes) "Um...I enjoyed last night." lady: well, you looked like you shouldnt be left by yourself, so... Spirit: "...Yeah. I hit a bit of a rough patch." lady: well, i should be heading out, i have to take my sisters to school. Spirit: "Oh, okay. Well, have a good day. And thanks." lady: you too. Spirit: (awkward staring at her and the door...) lady:.... you alright? Spirit: "Yeah...I just..." (sighs) "Can I be honest? Do you even know my name?" lady: Spirit Albarn, right? Spirit: "...Yeah. And your name?" lady: just call me Mizune. Spirit: ( o_o "I SLEPT WITH ANOTHER WITCH?!") (smiles outwardly) "Good to know. Well, see you around." mizune: *waves* Spirit: (waves) -later, elsewhere- Black Star: (exits the apartment with Tsubaki) "Hurry up! We got to get going!" tsubaki: *following* Black Star: "Can't wait for these dull classes to end--AND THEN THE COLLEGE CLASSES KICK IN!" tsubaki: excited, are we? Black Star: (smiles) "Just never thought I'd be a college guy! I get to go after every idiot who ever said I'd never get there, and shove it in their face!" tsubaki: ^^; Black Star: "How 'bout you? How do you feel about college?" tsubaki: a bit excited, but also a little nervous. Black Star: (smiles) "You'll be awesome! No problems there!" Black Star: (pats her head) "With your big old brain..." tsubaki: hehe~ (thinking: he's gotten taller over the years...) Black Star: "??? Tsubaki? Something wrong?" tsubaki: hmm? nothing, just thinking. Black Star: (nods) "Well, off to class! Race ya!" (runs ahead) -at school- Kid: (taps a finger at the catalog) "How about this class, Stocking? 'Advanced Team Battle'?" stocking: sounds good. Patty: "Oooh!" (pushes Kid and Stocking aside to point at a page) "Advanced Drawing, too!" -later- Black Star: "Come on, Soul! We can start our own frat!" soul: *chuckles* Black Star: "We rent an entire building, we recruit people, we do what frats do: charity work, get drunk, regret getting arrested." soul: *rolls eyes* sure man. Black Star: "So, Liz, you ladies going to start a sorority?" liz: wellll...- Patty: (smiles) "Well?" liz: i'll consider it~ tsubaki: doesnt the girls dorm count? Patty: "Yeah, but they don't have the Greek letters and enough pranks." -later- Jacqueline: "It was kind of Mr. Albarn to pay for our pizza...but he seemed so sad when he left for Chupa Cabra's." kim: yeah... i mean, he did just get his heart smashed to pieces. Jacqueline: "Yeah...It makes me half-wish we had just told him to begin with..." kim: ............ Jacqueline: "...Kim? Have you thought about...seeing her? In her cell?" kim: ................. Jacqueline: "...Just a thought..." -later, elsewhere- Yumi: "Ellen, please move the crib just a half-meter to the left." ellen: would this work? Yumi: "Yes, thank you. I think this makes the baby's room perfect." (looks at her stomach) "Does it please you, Little One?" Yumi: (looks to Death) "I also have to speak with you." -no vocal response, but it appears the baby likes it.- lord death: what is it? Yumi: "I will be on maternity leave following the baby's birth. However, I am concerned with the recent news...and Spirit's indiscretion with the witch. I expect that, once my leave concludes, I get back to work--gradually." lord death: *he nods* i understand. Yumi: (nods) "Good. I am your Death Scythe as well as the mother of our child." (pats her stomach) "This one is the most important person in my life. But I also have to do my best to fulfill my obligations." (looks to him) "And my promises to you." lord death: of course. Yumi: (sighs) "I'll be glad when this pregnancy is over. Ankles, back pain...among other things I'm missing." lord death:............. o////////o Yumi: (smirks) "Along with alcohol." Yumi: (winces, feeling another kick) "Next time, though: protection." lord death: o///////////////////o Yumi: (kisses Death's cheek) "What do you think of the baby's room? Is it missing anything?" lord death: other than the baby? Yumi: (smirks) "Cute. But I can't help but feel like something else is off. Color? Furniture?" (adjusts the mobile over the crib) "Is this thing positioned correctly? It looks off-balance." -elsewhere- Noah: "Nice." Noah: "You are improving at the spell." medusa: told you i'd get the hang of it. Noah: "Notice any side effects? Headaches? Neck tension? Nosebleeds? Aneurysms?" medusa: a huge headache, and he's talking to me now. Noah: "..." (flips through the Book, shows her the page) "Here, practice this spell. It will quicken the speed and sharpness of your Vector Plate." medusa: alright ten. -she says something in runic- --The Vector Plate is now paper thin, yet able to hold up Medusa's weight-- Noah: (chuckles) "Very sturdy Plate. Can even hold you up--despite your new weight..." medusa: hmm. medusa: *snarls* you callin me fat? Noah: "You were practically starving in that prison. Now you are at least looking healthy." (smirks) "Don't mind having more of you..." medusa: *aims a vector arrow inches from him* Noah: (smiles) "Really, now: we should be making sure your Arrows are faster and sharper. If you are going to attack me, use the new Vector Arrow spell I already taught you." -elsewhere- Kid: (looking out of a window at the Mansion's pool) stocking: *she's taking a quick swim* Kid: (smiles, closes the curtains, makes sure the door is locked, changes into his trunks, and comes down to the pool) "Hello." stocking: *she smirks* enjoying the view~? Kid: (smiles) "Yes." (dips a toe into the pool, sighs with relief, and descends the steps in the shallow end and swims towards her) stocking: hehe~ Kid: (swims under the water...) stocking: *shaking her rear* Kid: ("Dat ass...") (swims up, clutches her cheeks) stocking: kya~! Kid: (emerges out from under the water, inhales, still squeezing her butt) "So perfect~" stocking: *she leans against him, rubbing her rear end against his trunks* Kid: (smiles, puts his arms around her waist) "Last night, do you know what I was thinking?" stocking: what~? Kid: (whispers in her ear) "Skinny dipping..." stocking: it is sunset...mind helping me~? Kid: "Top or bottom?" stocking: surprise me~ Kid: (kisses along her shoulder, as he unties her bikini bottom) stocking: mmmm kiiid~ Kid: (turns her around) "Your turn..." stocking: *she inhales and holds her breath as she goes under, pulling down his trunks and flicking the tip, causing the length to bounce a bit* Kid: o\\\\o "Wow." stocking: *she resurfaces and presses her chest against him* Kid: (hugs her, as his hands go behind her to her top...) "I asked the maids and staff to take this evening off...Father and Mother decided to enjoy a night out of the house and stay at a fancy Death City hotel...Liz was kind enough to take Patty and Kirika out all night..." (unties her top) stocking: *she grins* Kid: (pulls the top up and off of her, flinging it behind him) stocking: *she shows her breasts to him before pulling him in for a kiss* Kid: (wraps his arms around her, returning the kiss...feeling the water pass along their naked bodies) stocking: this feels nice. Kid: "So free...natural..." stocking: *grinds against him slightly* Kid: (moans a bit...his fingers slide along her back, massaging her back blades) -elsewhere- medusa: so what do you plan on doing to me tonight all bound up like this? Noah: (pacing back and forth, rubbing a finger along the enchanted rope holding her) "What do you think?" medusa: one of your deprived fetishes? -the rope is black smooth, like thick cord- Noah: (smirks) "A bit...But that comes later. Medusa, you realize that you are one of the few witches who cannot transform into an animal?" medusa: i can!.... sometimes. Noah: "No, you planted your soul inside of one of your snakes...The Book of Enoch gives you that lesson on transformation..." (he curls his fingers around her neck) "And if you want to get out of these ropes, you will have to get back to your roots, learn to fully transform into a snake." (he holds up the pages) "Read, slip out of the ropes..." medusa: ...... very well. -after a while, she manages to escape- Noah: (smirks) "A bit too well..." (pulls from the ropes her clothes) medusa: keeping my clothes is another stor-w-wha?! Noah: (chuckles) "You learned to transform your body--not your clothes." (tilts his head) "Hmm...That weight on you has improved your appearance." medusa: *she flips him off* my body's back to normal... 7////7 my chest though.... Noah: "What about your chest?" medusa: *stares* seems they've grown.... i blame you for this. Noah: (smiles) "I thought you were proud to be the most endowed of the Gorgons..." (snaps his fingers, and his clothes fly off of him, like bits of paper) medusa: ........... (thinking: that would have been arachne.... but she's gone.... so i guess he's right.... since shaula's just a pancake.) Noah: (approaches her, letting his hand rest on her) "Now you need to learn how you can manipulate your clothes...LIKE THIS." medusa: ?! --The bits of his clothes re-make themselves as the rope again, which wrap around Medusa's limbs, waist, and breasts-- medusa: .///////. !!!! Noah: "You deserve a reward, Medusa..." (his mouth opens, licking along her breast) medusa: *she bites her lip* Noah: "I do like them bigger..." (massages one breast) "I had to make the rope looser this time to hold such girth." (smiles) "Don't you think your breasts are beautiful?" medusa:...they're nice.... a lot better than shaula's. Noah: "Not what I asked." (holds her chin) "There is only you here, Medusa. Do you not think your body is beautiful?" medusa: i know i'm good looking. Noah: (smiles) "Good...Because I need you to learn how you can manipulate your clothes around you..." (slides a finger along her slit) medusa: aahh! ngh.. Noah: "Your clothes have to be like your body..." (strokes the back of his hand against her face) "Feel them, know them." (spreads her lips) "Every crease and fold..." medusa: *blush* Noah: "I want you to imagine your clothes, Medusa..." (with one hand, sliding a finger into her) "Try to feel them as an extension of your body..." (with his other hand, takes her outfit, and strokes it along her belly) medusa: *sighs and closes her eyes* Noah: "Good...Feel this outfit as like skin..." (slides a second finger into her, timing the pace of them in her) "Associate it with what is most inside of you..." medusa: ahh.... --The outfit glows a bit-- Noah: (smirks) "Good...Now let's see whether you feel that clothing like yourself..." (brings the outfit to his mouth...and licks it) medusa: nngh~ Noah: (smiles...) "Excellent...That is all for today's lesson. Tomorrow, we practice in-clothing transformation." (tosses the outfit back--which rights itself and sits atop a mannequin that emerges behind him) "Now, we can play...What do you want to do, Lady?" medusa: what, not even gonna finish~? ruude. Noah: (smirks) "Oh, we're not finished...That's why I was asking where you want me..." (removes his fingers from inside her, as he puts his hands to her sides, massaging her hips) medusa: those ropes were pretty kinky.... but i wasnt turned on in the least~ Noah: (snaps his fingers--and the ropes tighten) medusa: *wince* Noah: (takes a breast in his hand, massage it) "Hmm...Look bigger now. Turned on yet?" medusa: 7///7 Noah: (smirks) "That blush is a yes..." (leans to her face, licks) -elsewhere- Kid: (purr) stocking: ah.... that felt amazing.... Kid: (smiles) "And I thought being with you in a hot tub, or a hot spring, was good..." (kisses her cheek) stocking: hehe mocha: *mrow?* Kid: (blinks, looks up, smiles) "Hello, Mocha." mocha: nyaan~ Kid: (pats on the bed to have Mocha leap into it) mocha: *she curls up and lays between them* Kid: (pets Mocha, smiles at Stocking) "This is great..." stocking: hehe~ cute. Kid: "...Mind if I snap a pic?" stocking: go ahead. Kid: (holds up the phone with Stocking in the shot with Mocha) "Smile!" stocking: *she waves mocha's paw* Kid: *snap* (smiles and shows the pic on his phone) stocking: awww. Kid: "Let's get one of all three of us..." stocking: cheese~ Kid: (smiles) "Cheese!" *snap* (Holds the phone for both of them to see the picture) "You have such a beautiful smile..." stocking: hehe~ are you going to be posting these? Kid: (smiles) "Would you mind if I did?" stocking: i wouldnt mind at all. Kid: "Then yes." (kisses her cheek) -elsewhere- soul: looks like kid updated his soulbook page. Black Star: "Really? What with?" soul: *he checks* look. *hes shows the pic* Black Star: (frowns) "Great...He's a cat person now." soul: *he checks the post* Kid: [Mocha has joined us for a photo] soul: mocha, huh? [Soul_Cool_25: cute cat you got there.] DeathGod42: [Thanks!] [TaMeowKi: so cute!! <3] [RoundTableKnight: Typical cat girl...] [TaMeowKi: > : P] [NumbahOneWarrior: CAT FIGHT lolz] stocking: hehe... *she looks through some of his other posts* Kid: "???" stocking: *she gets to one*...... *she snickers* Kid: (pouting) "What's so funny?" stocking: remember this~? Kid: "???" Kid: o\\\o "Why did I post that...?!" stocking: hehe~ Kid: (blushing, but starts smiling) "Remember the bunny suit?" stocking: yeah. Kid: (holds her hand) "I...like that memory." stocking: hehe~ Kid: "Because you were there...by my side..." (kisses her cheek) stocking: *she smiles* Kid: (holds her hand, as he pets Mocha) "Thank you." -later- Kid: Zzzz... lord death: *he tucks kid in* Kid: (smiles in his sleep) Yumi: (brushes his hair out of his face) stocking: dont worry, he wasnt too much trouble, hehe~ Yumi: "Thank you, Stocking." stocking: no problem. Yumi: "We all better get some sleep. Good night, Stocking." stocking: night. Kid: Zzzz... -the next morning- Kid: *yawn* "Hmm...Good sleep. I better get downstairs for breakfast..." stocking: morning~ Kid: "St-Stocking?" (falls out of bed) "S-Sorry...I thought--I fell asleep--and you are here and--and--and...I'm confused." stocking: well, i live here now, remember~? Kid: (blushing) "Yes...I thought...I was...worried you weren't going to share a bed with me..." (solemn) "I would like you by my side every night...but I also want you to sleep in your own bed whenever you want..." stocking: hehe~ you cutie. Kid: (smile) "You shower yet?" stocking: yeah. Kid: "Then I'll get showered and dress. See you downstairs for breakfast?" -at school- Patty: (in a toga) liz:......................... Kid: "What the hell?" Black Star: (also in a toga) "We're starting a gender-neutral Greek Life Club!" (frowns) "Because the school won't let us start a frat or a sorority." (slaps a sticker on Kid's forehead: "Hades") "Lord of the Underworld!" Kid: -_-; "This sticker better come off with soap and water..." ("At least he put it on symmetrically.") stocking: if you're hades, then i guess that makes me Persephone, huh~? Patty: (flipping through her sticker book) "I don't have that sticker--too many letters..." Kid: (smiles) "I would like that..." soul: *chuckles* Black Star: (holds up a toga) "Want to join, Soul?" soul:.... sure, why not? liz: oh my god. Black Star: "Sweet! You can put on your toga or the Greek Life sticker--which you prefer!" Patty: (pushing Liz towards the bathroom) "You don't get that choice, though! You're getting an awesome toga!" -later, at lunch- Kid: "Surprised the Greek Life club has members...How many weeks you think before Black Star and Patty get bored with it?" liz: *shrugs* Patty: "Until the joke gets old--and then we remember we did that thing." (smirks) "Like how we all remember Stocking in that bunny suit~" stocking: ^^; Black Star: "It'll be awesome! I already know our first charity community project: we're gonna spruce up the park by painting a badass painting in my honor!" Patty: -_- "Or, a mural just to look nice and pretty rather than short and arrogant." Black Star: > : ( -later- Kid: "How many more classes today?" liz: about... 2 i think. Kid: "What's up first?" liz: looks like history. Kid: (nods) "Maybe that will help us find a lead on the next Sage." liz: maybe. just two more to go, right? Kid: "The Sky remains unknown..." liz: .............. yeah. Patty: "Who's the last Sage to find after the Sky one?" liz: just the mountain and forest sages. Kid: "Hmm..." (opens a geography book) "I wonder which mountain is the one to visit..." -Valcona Mountain; a large mountain mine that is said to be home of a sage.- Kid: "Hmm...I guess Valcona is the next stop. I wonder whether this will be before or after our road trip..." liz: after, most likely. Kid: (nods) "Tell me, have you found us a vehicle for this trip?" liz: not yet. stocking: maybe my dad can lend one of his vehicles. Kid: "How many seats does it have?" Patty: "Is it an RV?!" stocking: it's got plenty of room. it can fit in a whole family and more in there. Kid: (smiles) "Very resourceful." soul: thank you, franny foreshadowing. Kid: "???" Black Star: "What's up your butt, Soul?" soul: nothing... -later- Patty: "Last class of the day! What is it?" (smirks at Stocking) "Math?" -sex ed- stocking: .................. Kid: o\\\\o Black Star: : D Patty: "Yay!" Patty: "It's not math, but it is about multiplyin!" -and so- Black Star: "...Dude..." Patty: (writing notes, drawing diagrams) stocking:.... *taking notes* Kid: o\\\\o Patty: (elbows him, whispers) "Take notes!" Black Star: (glances at Tsubaki--and blushes) tsubaki: .//////. liz: hmmm... Patty: (smiles at Soul) soul:........... *looking at the door* Patty: (pouts...goes back to diagraming) Kid: (whispers to Stocking) "Is there going to be a pop quiz on this?" -after school, where do you wish to go?- Patty: "I say we get ice cream! After all those condom demonstrations, I want a banana split!" liz:................. Kid: .\\\\. Patty: "...I guess a 'banana split' would be kinda painful, huh, Kiddo?" Kid: o_o kirika: >;3 Kid: "..." (grows a bit faint, falling into Stocking's chest) stocking:..... *pats his head* Patty: "Oh, Kid's getting two cups now... :3 " liz: *chop* Patty: T_T "Owie..." Kid: "L-Let's just make the ice cream run...I'm hungry..." (pulls himself off of Stocking, but puts an arm around her to lean on) stocking: hehe~ --At the Ice Cream Parlor-- Kid: "What would you like, Stocking?" -a megadecker sundae- Patty: "OoooooOOOOOooo...I'll have one of those, only a quarter-size of it." Kid: "A small gelato, please. Lemon." -later- Kid: (pats Stocking's mouth with a napkin) "Tasty?" stocking: *she nods and smiles* ~<3 Patty: (pats tummy) "Tasty! How were yours, Sis and Kirika?" kirika: not bad. liz: pretty tasty.. Kid: (sighs) "What next? Time to return home?" kirika: i got training to do today. so i'm gonna head out. soul: i have work. Black Star: "Gotta make dinner." Kid: "I guess this is where we separate. Well, until tomorrow. I'll see you at home, Kirika." tsubaki: *she nods* -later- Kid: (blushing) stocking: what is it? Kid: "...Can we speak in private?" stocking: sure. -in stocking's room- Kid: "...I thought today was very informative." stocking: *she smiles* Kid: "But...Stocking, we have been monogamous for so long, and we have used protection." stocking: yeah. Kid: "But sometimes...I wonder what it would feel like _not_ using a condom...But I don't want to when there is still the chance that I could...you know." stocking: yeah, i understand.

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