#subject to change if i think back later and decide they suck

[v1nsincl4ir]

I bet You weren't expecting pony Sinclair brothers on Your dash/tags today huh.

Well that's Your own fault because You should always be prepared for the mlpification of Your favourite characters it's just a part of life. Autism demands strange crossovers and mine chose this one

Yes I will consider other slasher ponyfication requests if You have any

[sunnydr0pp]

alright i got at least one oomf waiting for me to make this post so here is the great sunny lore dump of all my jashverse stuff . everything below the cut

big fat any of this is subject to change later down the line as i keep adding to the lore and what i do have is a bit all over the place

and big fat warning for stuff like death, stalking, drugs/alcohol, and overall shitty people being shitty

heres a little bit of info to start :

both green and harmonia are twins, and hue (cjph) is their adoptive sibling (but has known the other two for basically their whole life). xander (20XX) and sisyphus are also twins

charlie/charlotte and scrapyard are siblings, charlie being older than scrapyard by 5 years (scrap is 19, charlotte is 24)

moss and rose are dating

luci lives with louis in a run down apartment because its all they can afford. they mainly only drink and smoke together but they do (or well, did) have a bit of a situationship going. louis harbors romantic feelings for luci but luci doesnt exactly return the feelings, he just doesnt like being lonely

wwph serves as a ferryman of sorts . i am still contemplating this idea but ive been thinking of splitting wwph into two separate jashlings: memento .. and mori, based off jash in memento mori and jash in laplace's angel. one helps souls go to heaven (memento) and one helps souls go to hell (mori)

alright time for timeline stuff

the first chunk of it . big fat spoiler alert a lot of my lore rn is luci/rdd based with a side of grandiflora bc theyre what ive built on the most rn

so it starts with the events of THDPH - lucis boyfriend dumps him and starts drinking heavily because of it. eventually one night he ends up drunkenly wandering into a forest, which is also the same place green goes to clear his head often

the two end up encountering each other, luci attacking green as he mistakes him for a threat leaving green no other choice than to fight back. green ends up smashing a rock into lucis skull, killing him . so what does green do after that? he panics and calls the guy whos dating the best friend of the person he just killed, of course. moss, for some reason, decides to help green hide the body and they agree to never talk about it again. despite this the guilt of it all causes green's mental health to spiral, damaging a lot of his relationships (esp with his siblings)

mori of course ends up taking lucis soul to hell, which he eventually ends up returning from

(there is probably more time between some of these events than shown on the tl)

second part starts off with scrapyard being a fucking moron! he is a dumbass 19 year old who only really gives a shit about video games and weed, so of course he gets the bright idea to rob someone he is delivering pizza to for their money because his job barely pays enough (idk who he robs yet, but probably someone that would feel bad enough for him to not press charges.. looking at you rose and or moss. scrapyard is still spending at least a night in jail tho)

this isnt on the timeline, but at some point charlie has to pick up scrapyard from jail to take him home and charlotte just kinda ends up freaking out on scrap due to this and all the other dumb shit hes done in the past . they are both mentally tired bc their parents suck ass and charlotte has had to parent scrapyard most of his life

this is officially also around the time hue and harmonia open their cafe: harmonia cafe.. bc yes that hc is canon to my lore

theyre the only two running it at first bc they severely misjudged how much work itd take and the stress of it all causes harmonia to split into heart, mind, and soul. in my canon the split is physical and the longer they are apart the more the deteriorate

heart is affected mentally, mental health slowly going down the drain. gradually going from being a bit down on occasion to full blown major depressive disorder & suicidal ideation, having various break downs and panic attacks daily

mind is affected in his head, starting out with a barely noticeable headache that turns into a migraine over time, experiencing worsening symptoms like dizziness, nausea, light sensitivity, etc.

soul is affected via his motor functions, losing control over different parts of his body

in short: theyre all effected in some way until theyre basically unable to function as people. theyll never die from it, but they might as well be dead if they cant harmonize fast enough.

that being said, hms do work at the cafe in harmonias place, lessening the work load a bit

hms being split also gives the chance for luci and soul to meet, leading them to date eventually. which is very fun for louis who totally didnt have romantic feelings for luci in the slightest trust !

eventually harmonia cafe hires scrapyard (probably as some sort of favor to charlie) and the work load and stress eases up enough for hms to harmonize once more

the last part of the timeline at the moment: the ttk plotline

hms harmonizing one again means luci and soul are basically forced to break up, causing luci to slip back into his depression particularly hard. louis, like the fucking piece of shit he is, decides to take the opportunity to get luci to relapse on coke in some sort of effort to make luci dependent on him. the relapse only adds to lucis spiraling mental state, to the point he decides to stalk harmonia in an attempt to resplit hms to see soul again

rose being lucis best friend tries to help luci as much as possible during all of it, but most of her efforts go to waste as he gets worse. eventually it causes moss and rose to argue over it, moss wanting rose to distance herself from luci for their own safety. it eventually ends in luci going to jail for awhile

this is virtually everything i got for my lore right now i might come back to add more if i remember something i forgot but for now this is all i can remember ..

[intoxicated-chan]

Hii! Can I please request a Miguel O’Hara x fem reader where it’s the middle of the night and reader can’t sleep. Miguel feels terrible that his love isn’t getting the rest she needs so he tries to help her out. Also please please make him call her mi amor at least once!! 🤭

Yellow Night Has Had Enough

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ You struggle to fall asleep and Miguel knows the right remedy, but you can’t sleep before saying a few meaningful words.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Yellow Love” by Citizen. Requests will be open up soon once I get a few more asks done.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 620

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ female reader, pet names (Mi amor), sleeping problems, over just fluff…

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What time is it?

You asked yourself. It wasn’t helping that your mind and body didn’t want to sleep but even more when Miguel’s arms had a tight grip on you.

He slept peacefully, a well-deserved rest after staying up late finishing work. But you, you couldn’t even feel tired.

You didn’t know what was wrong, all you knew was that it was going to be a restless night.

You softly sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time and slowly turned over to the other side.

Your back was now against Miguel’s chest, you could feel his warm breath against your neck.

You smiled when you felt him pull you closer, nuzzling into your neck.

You didn’t want to wake him, and with his heightened sense, you definitely would feel bad if he did wake up. You knew how difficult it was for him to even sleep.

So, you decided to suck it up rather than leave Miguel alone in bed.

Your breath hitched when you heard him groan. You immediately closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep while Miguel began to wake up.

First, he sighs, ruffling his hair as he looks around the room.

He remains silent for a while until, “(Y/n)?” He said, “I know you’re awake.”

Damn.

He grabs your shoulder and forces you to turn onto your back, “How long?”

“Excuse me?”

“How long have you been awake?” He asks again, you shake your head, “Please, mi amor, don’t lie to me.”

“Just… Just for a couple of minutes.” You mumble, thinking it was no big deal.

“(Y/n).” He warns.

“Okay, okay.” You sigh, “For a couple of hours.”

“I’ll make some tea.” He gets up from the bed, heading to the kitchen.

Now you feel awful. Having him make you tea to sleep when he should be the one sleeping. You wanted to bury yourself into the sheets.

Moments later, Miguel comes back with a cup of tea. He hands the tea to you, “Careful, it’s hot.” He tells you.

“Thanks.” You mumble, blowing the tea a few times before sipping on it, “You don’t gotta do this for me, you should be the one drinking this.”

“I would myself but you seem to need it more than me considering that you usually sleep fine.”

“I just don’t know why.” You huff, drinking more of the tea, “Amazing tea through.”

“It was my brother’s recipe.”

“Your brother?”

“…Yeah.”

You remain silent, not wanting to tread or push him further. Finally, you finish the tea. You set it aside.

“How are you feeling?” He changes the subject.

You shrug. Luckily, the lights remained off so all he did was lay down with you, pulling you into his arms where your head laid on his chest.

You knew that Miguel was struggling to think of other ways to help.

“I’m alright. Keep me like this so that I may fall asleep.” Snuggling into him.

“Oh please, you just like my chest.” He laughs.

“I like you more than your chest.”

“Really? What else?”

“I love the way you take care of me, even though you don’t take care of yourself. You try all the time to make time for me. I know that you struggle all the time but you continue to push yourself to be the better version of yourself… I can go on if you like?” You try to hold back the yawn but it still comes out.

You don’t see how red Miguel’s face is, but what you can hear is how fast his heart is beating.

“(Y/n)?” He asks, “(Y/n)?” He tries again.

Miguel looks down and sees how peaceful you look while sleeping.

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission.

[punksyeet]

- Unwrapped ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) takes advantage of the one time a year where her man will let her spoil him rotten, and ends up being spoiled herself.

Warning: Hefty flirting & smut!

The soft sound of Bryson Tiller's "Winter Wonderland" pours out of the TV and takes over the living room as we're sat by the tree, wrapping gifts for the twins.

"And then I got him this as well," Trin exclaims, holding up a San Francisco 49ers, Jon and Josh's favorite football team, bomber jacket.

"Damn girl," I tease, popping my neck. "You spoiled that man rotten this year."

Before the jacket, she showed me four other gifts for Jon: a new watch, a couple of hoodies from Nike, and new cologne.

She giggles and I smile, reaching out to feel one of the sleeves. "It's so cute. And super soft too. He's gonna love it."

She squeals in excitement and folds it, before placing it back into it's box.

"What'd you get Josh?" she asks, starting to fold snowman themed wrapping paper around the box.

I reach over to the left of me and slide over a shopping bag filled with clothes from Nike, his favorite clothing brand, as well as a tiny bag labeled Cartier.

"Cartier?!" Trin calls out in shock. "And I spoiled Jon? You're a whole ass sugar mama!"

I burst into laughter and playfully swat her shoulder.

Her eyes widen when I open the cushioned box, revealing a diamond bracelet to go with his favorite silver chain.

"Oh my god Gi," she coos, picking it up ever so gently. "It's gorgeous."

I smile softly, thinking about his reaction when he sees it for the first time.

"Isn't it?" I reply in agreement. "I fell in love with it the second I walked up to the counter. I just hope he likes it."

She sucks her teeth. "He better because, bitch if he doesn't, I know someone that will right here."

She points to herself when saying that last part.

I chuckle and playfully shake my head. "Noted, sis!"

"Nah girl but seriously," she continues. "You always know how to keep that man looking and feeling like a million bucks."

I smile and flick my hair to the side. "And best believe he does the same for me nightly!"

Her mouth drops open and we burst into laughter, as I close the box up once more.

Instead of wrapping it, I put in some red tissue paper to match the maroon colored bag and gently place the box inside, fluffing out the paper so that it looks presentable.

Once I'm satisfied, Trin picks up a box filled with bows and hands me a silver one.

"Add this to make it pop," she suggests, as I take it.

I stick it onto the bag and, sure enough, it does the job.

"This is why I needed to do this with you," I exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She giggles and hugs me back. "It's an honor, babygirl."

We share another laugh and finish wrapping the presents, making more small talk.

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It's about an hour later, and Trin and I decided to make some hot cocoa.

As I'm grabbing marshmallows, the boys burst through the front door, holding what must be five shopping bags each.

They set them down in the living room and come over to greet us.

Josh and Trin & Jon and I share hugs before they swap places and Josh comes over to me.

"Hey baby," he coos, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hi love," I reply before pressing our lips together for a quick kiss. "Ooh you're cold."

He chuckles and kisses my temple before we separate and I bring the marshmallows over to the counter.

"How was shopping?" Trin asks them, looking up at Jon.

Jon looks over at Josh with a smirk. "Very.....successful?"

Josh smirks back and nods in agreement. "Very successful."

I look over at Trin with an eyebrow raised. "What are you weirdos up to?"

They chuckle in response and Jon speaks up. "Christmas ain't the time to ask questions, sis."

I playfully roll my eyes as Josh agrees.

"Anywho," Josh cuts in, changing the subject. “Is that hot chocolate?”

I nod and throw some marshmallows into and hand him a mug. "It'll warm you guys up."

Trin agrees and does the same for Jon.

They take a sip and hum in unison, causing us all to share a laugh.

—————————————————————————————————

The horn of Jon and Trin's SUV honks as they roll down the street and out of sight.

Josh and I wave and, eventually, head back inside.

"So," he begins, sitting onto the sofa and gently pulling me down onto his lap by my waist. "How was your day, mama?"

I run my fingers through his hair, leaning back onto his shoulder. "It was fun. Trin and I spent most of it wrapping presents."

I nod towards the tree when saying that last part.

He smiles softly, stroking my side. "Baby you didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course I did," I reply, turning to him and now fully straddling him. "You treat me like a princess 24/7. The least I can do is spoil you on the one holiday that you'll let me."

He chuckles and places his hands on my waist, slowing making their way to my ass and grabbing handfuls of it. "Fair enough, baby. Thank you."

I smile and cup his face, pressing my lips to his.

The kiss turns steamy quick, as he almost automatically adds tongue and massages my ass in his hands, making me arch my back and my hips grind against his lap.

He slowly trails wet kisses down my neck and collarbone, while I tilt my head and let out light moans in response.

"Baby," I moan, my voice just above a whisper.

“Shh,” he shushes me. “I missed you today, baby. I missed this. Did you miss daddy too?”

I nod immediately. “S-so much.”

He smiles and finds my sweet spot, in the nape of my neck.

“J-Joshua,” I moan, gripping his hair a little tighter.

"That’s right baby,” he coos, giving me even more kisses. “Moan my name just like that, sexy girl.”

"I-I can't help it," I reply, nuzzling my face into his neck shyly. "Your mouth is insane."

He chuckles and cups my face, lifting it up gently. "Don't get all shy on me now, girl. I know what you want."

I raise an eyebrow and brush my nose against his. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

He smirks and scans my body in his arms. "To have trouble walking tomorrow morning."

My face immediately starts flushing and becomes hot to the touch.

He's not wrong.

"And," he continues, standing up and taking me along with him, holding me up by my thighs. "I've got just the thing for my babygirl."

I raise an eyebrow curiously, as he grabs a bag from under the tree and takes us upstairs.

"Baby," I begin, once we make it to our bedroom. "It's nowhere near Christmas yet."

He smiles softly and holds out the bag to me. "Consider it an early gift. To my babygirl from her daddy."

I take a deep breath and open the bag, pulling out a lingerie set.

But not just any lingerie set, a holiday themed one: soft, red, and lined with white fur, alongside a mini-skirt and a shawl to go over the bra.

"This is so cute," I coo, setting it down and reaching up to hug and kiss him. "Thank you, baby."

He smiles and kisses back. "I'm glad you like it, mama. Go try it on, yeah?"

I nod and head into the bathroom.

Once finished, I style my hair and throw on some red lipstick for fun, just to set the vibes.

"Fuck baby," Josh mutters under his breath, scanning my body when I walk out.

I smile, fluffing my hair and giving him a twirl. "Does it look okay?"

He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Baby, it looks more than okay. You look so fucking hot.”

I blush slightly before he gently grips my throat and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I moan against his lips, as our tongues swirl together and hands roam each other's bodies.

Not breaking the kiss, he leads us back to the bed until the frame is touching the back of my knees.

** smut warning! **

"Get on the bed and turn around baby," he orders in between kisses to my jawline. "Face down, ass up. Daddy wants to fuck you in these new clothes."

My pussy throbs at that sentence alone.

Josh has never been the type to have sex with any sort of clothing on — usually it's naked or bust — so i'm pumped for this.

I do as he says and arch my back nice and deep, earning a tiny slap on the ass from him as I shake it teasingly.

Caught off guard, my eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel his thick fingers rub my clit through the panties.

"Nghhh d-daddy fuck," I moan into the pillow, moving my hips and practically riding his fingers.

He lightly spanks my ass before pushing the thong aside and lifting up my skirt.

I'm an automatic moaning mess, as his wet and thick tongue enters my pussy from behind.

"Oh yes!" I call out in pleasure, reaching down and rubbing circles on my clit.

This combo makes me practically ascend every time.

His tongue repeatedly flicks at my pearl, causing me to scream like there's no tomorrow.

"J-Joshua please!" I scream, reaching behind me and pulling his hair desperately.

"Tell me what you want baby," he mumbles against my skin. "Use your words."

"I-aghhh!" I begin, but struggle to get a full sentence out as he continues to devour me whole.

"You can do it princess," he praises, joining me in pleasuring myself and rubbing his thumb over my folds. "Talk to daddy."

I lip my now dry lips before trying again. "I-I want you to f-fu-fuck me! S-so good! Pl-ple-ase daddy!"

"Good girl," he replies sexily, giving me a light spank on the ass. "My sexy girl is always so good for her daddy."

After a little while more of eating me out, he applies another kiss to my clit before sitting up, signaling for me to do the same.

"Turn around ma," he orders, pulling out his dick and stroking it. "I wanna see my babygirl's gorgeous face while I fuck her."

Lord, what am I gonna do with this man?!

I immediately do as I'm told, lay on my back, position the pillows comfortably behind my head, and spread my legs.

He leans down to place a quick kiss on my lips before ever-so-gently sliding into me.

"Shit," he mutters, holding up my thighs and thrusting slowly. "You grip daddy so well, baby."

I arch my back gently and massage my breasts, while moaning like there's no tomorrow.

His free hand reaches down to gently grab ahold of my face so that I can make eye contact with him.

"You look so sexy like this mama," he coos, trailing his hand down my chest and onto my breasts, toying with my nipples one at a time.

I slide my bottom lip between my teeth and let out a dragged moan, reaching up and tugging on his chain.

I pull him down and press our lips together once more, my tongue swirling across his.

"Cmere baby," he mutters, before pulling me onto his lap, never pulling out of me.

Once I'm sat comfortably, he comes right back to my lips, starting yet another steamy makeout.

About three minutes later, we pull away and I tug at his bottom lip.

His favorite thing in the world.

He trails kisses down my chest and takes one of my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and flicking at my nipple.

"Mmmm yes," I moan breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his curls.

Once he finishes giving my other nipple some love too, his thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he's close. 

"Cum with me mama," he mutters, holding me by my waist. "Can you do that for daddy?"

"U-uh huh," I reply, nodding.

He pecks my lips once more before thrusting harder and faster until, eventually, we both let loose together.

** smut over! **

Out of breath and panting, I let my body fall back onto the mattress as he pulls out of me.

He chuckles before laying next to and taking me into his arms.

I immediately respond by nuzzling my head against and kissing his chest.

"You feel okay, babygirl?" he asks, kissing and stroking my hair.

I nod, my eyes fluttering shut. "Better than okay."

He smiles against my hair and kisses it once more. "Good. Get some sleep, baby."

I nod again and slowly but surely drift off to dreamland.

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[kyupidos]

01/29/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

*leans on expensive car* lol heyヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘they really just want to romance you, really really—but by the sevens is it difficult.’

characters. heartslabyul , diasomnia : ace trappola , sebek zigvolt ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. i think that the first years trying to impress the reader bc they’re crushing on them but just failing miserably while the reader is mayy or may not aware of it all is just like really funny to me;, so like here ^-^!!.! ( i could only do these two because it was getting long enough..others will come soon hopefully..i mean can you believe i started writing this at the beginning of the month?? god the writers block is really getting to me 😭 )

a. trappola

— the time..the time had come. ace had finally pulled himself together, clenching his fist dramatically in a matter that had deuce sighing in second hand embarrassment. ace, had finally decided to admit to himself that he liked you. maybe it did take him a week or two of trying to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened when you were around and the way he, for some reason ( in air quotes, says the rest of the first years ), felt flustered whenever you complimented him in some way, like when you call him cool as you watch him from the sidelines during basketball practice. ( floyd absolutely makes fun of him for it btw. )

— seriously, he thought he was over with relationships ever since his girlfriend from middle school, yet here he is daydreaming about you during his classes. for just a split second he considers asking azul for a contract to get a date with you, but then he remembers the last time he signed a contract with him, and cringes at the idea of you scolding him again for it—wouldn’t do good for his pride. guess he’ll have to suck it up and do it, in the name of getting to call you his super cool amazing fantastic lover. at least he has the experience, right? albeit he did end up ghosting her, but he thinks he had his own reasons—and even so, he wouldn’t do that to you, his feelings for you far surpass his feelings from that middle school relationship.

— maybe he was putting less effort into that middle school relationship than he originally thought. but nay, he must put in the effort into this for you, or else you may never call him cool during basketball practice again! so sevens forgive him for being so cringely romantical with you. aka he started teasing you more often and being more clingy ( and asking for homework answers more often since he spent all that class time thinking about you ). but unfortunately for him he is not aware that you are aware!! so he’s flustered once more when you start teasing him back and asking if he likes you.

— he firmly denies it while trying to teasingly ask you why you ask and if you yourself are into him, but in the end he just can’t do it and tries, and fails, to change the subject, but you just go with it to not embarrass him further. okay, so. maybe he should be ‘cringe’ with his romantic pursuits again.. if only to have reason to be able to have his gaze on you and not berate himself internally for being a dork, to hold your hand knowing it’s because your lovers, and to give you kisses with you reciprocating..

— dang it, he can only hope you’ll accept his feelings by the end of it.

— ( little does he know you’re already planning several dates and a confession of your own in case he can’t get it across. tell him to ignore the way the other heartslabyul members make fun and tease him now and then, and how trey seems to be baking treats for an occasion he’s not aware is to happen sooner or later. )

s. zigvolt

— plan ‘ignore the more-than-friends feelings he had for you’ failed. now sebek can’t help but be overdramatic about it, considering it disservice to his servitude to malleus. then he remembers the fae prince’s casual remark about his pleasantry in regards to his friendship ( sebek would rather it being something more, ) with you, and he thinks to himself. he recalls what he first thought of you, a mere weak human who he believed had practically insulted malleus’s bloodline when you referred to him as ‘tsunotarou’. he’s honestly astounded by how much his feelings for you have developed over time.

— he’s unconsciously starting to memorize these little things about you, how your expression changes even slightly when faced when certain scenarios, how you’re always so willing to listen to his ramblings of malleus’s accomplishments and other things like how prideful he is of his duties as a knight, and commentary on books he’s read. you’ve even started to pick up some of said books, listening to his recommendations intently. he seriously can’t help it as it fills his heart with pride to know you take those words of his to heart, and he can’t help but feel giddy every time he remembers that you actually listen.

— slowly, you may notice how he starts to flex his good qualities even more so than usual. consistently noting his more than exceptional abilities as a knight and in academics, still reveling in the way you’re so interested in his words and even indulge by giving your own commentary every now and then. in fact, he even starts to refer to you less as a ‘mere human’. you can recall a few times he slips a little and even compliments you, saying things like ‘dear human’ and the like, but those are few and far between, so it’s best to just appreciate when he refers to you simply by your name instead.

— of course that doesn’t mean you ignore it—you don’t particularly point out what he says, for you’re sure he’ll become embarrassed and do it less often, and you find it quite cute so you’d much rather that not be the case. instead, you reciprocate and compliment him in return, which no doubt leaves him especially flustered by what you say. he puts in the effort to determine how to court you, writing to his parents to ask them for advice on the subject. he does manage to pull through, but he’ll always end up the one with pinkened cheeks by the end of it.

— after all, how was he to know that behind the scenes, you were asking the rest of the diasomnia crew for advice in courting him? he’ll never get why they seem to giggle when he brings you up, and tease him for sevens knows why.

— ( unless you bring it up to him when either one of you finally confesses; then he becomes embarrassed yet again ( unlikely to be the last time it’ll happen—he’s quite easy to fluster, i’d say ). )

[nyxdreamweaver]

Chapter 14: A Dragon and Four Demigods fly into an N-Ice Hotel and Almost Freeze to Death

Leo's POV

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Leo was totally buzzing.

The expression on everyone’s faces when he flew the dragon into camp? Priceless! He thought the Hephaestus kids were going to bust a lug nut. Festus had been awesome too. He hadn’t blowtorched a single cabin or eaten any satyrs, even if he did dribble a little oil from his ear. Okay, a lot of oil. Leo could work on that later.

So maybe Leo didn’t seize the chance to tell everybody about Bunker Inferno or the flying boat design or the strange journal from the owner of the boat design. He needed some time to think about all that. He could tell them when he came back.

‘If I come back,’ Part of him thought. Nah, he’d come back. He’d scored a sweet magic tool belt from the bunker, plus a lot of cool supplies now safely stowed in his backpack, even the journal from before. Besides, he had a fire-breathing, only slightly leaky dragon on his side. What could go wrong?

‘Well, the control disk could bust,’ the bad part of him suggested. ‘Festus could eat you.’ Okay, so the dragon wasn’t quite as fixed as Leo might’ve let on. He’d worked all night attaching those wings, but he hadn’t found an extra dragon brain anywhere in the bunker. Hey, they were under a time limit! Three days until the solstice. They had to get going. Besides, Leo had cleaned the disk pretty well. Most of the circuits were still good. It would just have to hold together. His bad side started to think, ‘Yeah, but what if—’

“Shut up, me,” Leo said aloud.

“What did ya say?” Mara asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “Long night. I think I’m hallucinating. It’s cool.” Sitting in front, Leo couldn’t see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver.

“Just joking.” Leo decided it might be good to change the subject. “So what's the plan, bro? You said something about catching wind, or breaking wind, or something?”

As they flew over New England, Jason laid out the game plan: “First, find some guy named Boreas and grill him for information—”

“His name is Boreas?” Leo had to ask. “What is he, the God of Boring?”

Mara grinned, shaking their head. “He’s the god of the Northern Winds so from what Jason is saying, he should have the information we need.”

“Second,” Jason continued, “they had to find those venti that had attacked them at the Grand Canyon—”

“Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.”

“And third,” Jason finished, “they had to find out who the storm spirits worked for, so they could find Hera and free her.”

“So you want to look for Dylan, the nasty storm dude, on purpose,” Leo said. “The guy who threw me off the skywalk, tried to kidnap Piper and sucked Coach Hedge into the clouds.”

“That’s about it,” Jason said. “Well … there may be a wolf involved, too. But I think she’s friendly. She probably won’t eat us, unless we show weakness but I’m sure that won’t happen.”

Jason told them about his dream—the big nasty mother wolf and a burned-out house with stone spires growing out of the swimming pool.

“Uh-huh,” Leo said. “But you don’t know where this place is.”

“Nope,” Jason admitted.

“There’s also something about a crown,” Piper added. “The prophecy said the foe’s crown. Maybe the enemy is an old ruler who wants revenge for something Hera did to them?”

“That’s impossible,” Mara interjected. “Any sort of ancient ruler that lived during the prime of the Gods’ should be dead and it’s impossible for any of them to still be alive… unless someone with necromancy powers does something but still. Whoever has captured Hera has to be much more powerful.”

Jason glanced over towards where Mara was sitting, and asked, “Do you have any ideas who it could be?”

The Nyx kid hummed, their stout fingers drumming against Festus’s metal body. “No, I sadly don’t,” She said in a dejected tone. “I’m just as clueless as you are. It can’t be any of the Titans, especially after last summer. It could be a god but there’s too many that can’t do this without help or don’t care.”

Everyone was silent on the dragon ride, mulling over possible beings that’d want the downfall of Olympus. Leo enjoyed the quiet from time to time but without the background noise distracting him, Leo’s anxious and negative thoughts began to return.

‘What if they can’t do it?’ A part of him thought. ‘If they fail to make it in time, the whole world could be in danger.’ It was a lot of stress for two demigods that JUST learned who they were yesterday, an amnesic demigod, and a long time demigod going on her second quest. The binds on his cheat kept suffocating the boy, making it almost difficult to breathe freely.

Finally, after some time Piper spoke up. “What if it’s not a god or titan.. but a giant?”

Mara nearly jumped out of their seat in shock, whirling around into Piper’s face. “Are you sure! ‘Cause if you’re saying what I’m thinking.”

“It might be just a guess but it’s possible that a giant is holding Hera hostage.” The brunette trails off.

“On a scale of one to ten, how difficult are these giants?” Leo sheepishly asked, panic rising in his voice.

Mara quickly answered, “Like maybe… a seven point eight? Not as powerful as the Titans but very troublesome for us demigods.”

“Great,” Leo muttered. “Of course, and with our luck, it’s gonna be an army. So you know anything else about these giants? Hey Pipes, didn’t you do a bunch of myth research for that movie with your dad?”

“Your dad’s an actor?” Jason asked.

Leo laughed. “I keep forgetting about your amnesia. Heh. Forgetting about amnesia. That’s funny. But yeah, her dad’s Tristan McLean.”

“Who?” Jason and Mara asked in unison, looking at Piper.

“Yeah but–wait, you don’t know him?” Piper exclaimed, her finger pointed in Mara’s direction. “Like–you’ve never heard of him, ever?”

“Not really. The camp has a lack of electronics and that includes tv’s. Plus, I’ve never really cared about actors.”

“Uh—Sorry no,” Jason added. “What was he in?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Piper said, quickly composing herself. “The giants—well, there were lots of giants in Greek mythology. But if I’m thinking of the right ones, they were bad news. Huge, almost impossible to kill. They could throw mountains and stuff. I think they were related to the Titans. They rose from the earth after Kronos lost the war—I mean the first Titan war, thousands of years ago —and they tried to destroy Olympus. If we’re talking about the same giants —”

“Chiron said it was happening again,” Jason remembered. “The last chapter. That’s what he meant. No wonder he didn’t want us to know all the details.”

Leo whistled. “So … giants who can throw mountains. Friendly wolves that will eat us if we show weakness. Evil espresso drinks. Gotcha. Maybe this isn’t the time to bring up my psycho babysitter.”

“Is that another joke?” Piper asked.

Leo told them about Tía Callida, who was really Hera, and how she’d appeared to him at camp. He didn’t tell them about his fire abilities. That was still a touchy subject, especially after Nyssa had told him fire demigods tended to destroy cities and stuff. Besides, then Leo would have to get into how he’d caused his mom’s death, and … No. He wasn’t ready to go there. He did manage to tell about the night she died, not mentioning the fire, just saying the machine shop collapsed. It was easier without having to look at his friends, just keeping his eyes straight ahead as they flew. And he told them about the strange woman in dirt robes who seemed to know the future.

Leo estimated the whole state of Massachusetts passed below them before his friends spoke. “That’s … disturbing,” Piper said.

“Bout sums it up,” Leo agreed. “Thing is, everybody says don’t trust Hera. She hates demigods. And even if we rescue her, imagine what she’ll do to us afterwards. So I’m wondering … why are we doing this?”

“She chose us,” Jason said. “All four of us. We’re the first of the eight who have to gather for the Great Prophecy. This quest is the beginning of something much bigger.”

That didn’t make Leo feel any better, but he couldn’t argue with Jason’s point. It did feel like this was the start of something huge. He just wished that if there were four more demigods destined to help them, they’d show up quick. Leo didn’t want to hog all the terrifying life-threatening adventures.

“Besides,” Jason continued, “helping Hera is the only way I can get back my memory from Juno. And that dark spire in my dream seemed to be feeding on Hera’s energy. If that thing unleashes a giant by destroying Hera—”

“Not a good trade-off,” Piper agreed. “At least Hera is on our side— mostly. Losing her would throw the gods into chaos. She’s the main one who keeps peace in the family. And a war with the giants could be even more destructive than the Titan War.”

Mara nodded. “Chiron and Annie also spoke about worse forces stirring on the solstice, with it being a good time for dark magic, and all—something that could awaken if Hera were sacrificed on that day. And this mistress who’s controlling the storm spirits, the one who wants to kill all the demigods—”

“Might be that weird magic lady,” Leo finished. “Crazy Dirt Woman being there? Not something I want to see.”

“But who is she?” Jason asked. “And what does she have to do with giants?”

Good questions, but none of them had answers. They flew in silence while Leo wondered if he’d done the right thing, sharing so much. He’d never told anyone about that night at the warehouse. Even if he hadn’t given them the whole story, it still felt strange, like he’d opened up his chest and taken out all the gears that made him tick. His body was shaking, and not from the cold. He hoped Mara, sitting behind him, couldn’t tell.

From flame and fowl does break the cage. Wasn’t that the prophecy line? That meant Piper and he would have to figure out how to break into that magic rock prison, assuming they could find it. Then they’d unleash the mother’s rage, which might be Hera, causing a lot of death. Well, that sounded fun! Leo had seen Tía Callida in action; she liked knives, snakes, and putting babies in roaring fires. Yeah, definitely let’s unleash her rage. Great idea. Maybe he should’ve asked Mara to bring her tiger. Tia didn’t like cats back then so they could’ve used that fact against her if she tried anything.

Festus kept flying. The wind got colder, and below them snowy forests seemed to go on forever. Leo didn’t know exactly where Quebec was. He’d told Festus to take them to the palace of Boreas, and Festus kept going north. Hopefully, the dragon knew the way, and they wouldn’t end up at the North Pole.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” Mara said in his ear. ���You were up all night.”

Leo wanted to protest, but the word sleep sounded really good. “You won’t let me fall off?”

Mara patted his shoulder. “ I promise I won’t let this happen.”

“Right,” he muttered. He leaned forward against the warm bronze of the dragon’s neck, and closed his eyes.

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It seemed he slept only for a few seconds, but when Mara shook him awake, the daylight was fading. “We’re here,” she said.

Leo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Below them, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town, way older than any place Leo had seen before. In the center was an actual castle—at least Leo assumed it was a castle—with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.

“Tell me that’s Quebec and not Santa’s workshop,” Leo said.

“Yeah, Quebec City,” Piper confirmed, stretching her arms. “One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “Your dad do a movie about that too?”

She made a face at him, which Leo was used to, but it didn’t quite work with her new glamorous makeup. “I read Valdez, okay? Clearly you’re the one losing your memories.”

“Feisty!” Leo said. “Since you know so much, what’s that castle?”

“A hotel, I think.”

Leo laughed. “No way.” But as they got closer, Leo saw she was right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.

“The North Wind is staying in a hotel?” Leo said. “That can’t be—”

“Heads up, guys,” Jason interrupted. “We got company!” Leo looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures—angry angels, with nasty-looking swords. Festus didn’t like the angel guys. He swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat that Leo recognized. He was getting ready to blow fire.

“Steady, boy,” Leo muttered. Something told him the angels would not take kindly to getting torched.

“I don’t like this,” Jason said. “They look like storm spirits.”

At first Leo thought he was right, but as the angels got closer, he could see they were much more solid than venti. They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might have been brothers, but they definitely weren’t twins. One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats.

The guy clearly had been in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing. The other guy looked like he’d just stepped off one of Leo’s mom’s 1980s rock album covers—Journey, maybe, or Hall & Oates, or something even lamer. His ice-white hair was long and feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a godawful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds, and he had a bad case of acne.

The angels pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered there, swords at the ready. The hockey ox grunted. “No clearance.”

“’Scuse me?” Leo said.

“You have no flight plan on file,” explained the groovy love god. On top of his other problems, he had a French accent so bad Leo was sure it was fake. “This is restricted airspace.”

“Destroy them?” The ox showed off his gap-toothed grin. The dragon began to hiss steam, ready to defend them. Jason summoned his golden sword, but Leo cried, “Hold on! Let’s have some manners here, boys. Can I at least find out who has the honor of destroying me?”

“I am Cal!” the ox grunted. He looked very proud of himself, like he’d taken a long time to memorize that sentence.

“That’s short for Calais,” the love god said. “Sadly, my brother cannot say words with more than two syllables—”

“Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!” Cal offered.

“—which includes his own name,” the love god finished.

“I am Cal,” Cal repeated. “And this is Zethes! My brother!”

“Wow,” Leo said. “That was almost three sentences, man! Way to go.” Cal grunted, obviously pleased with himself.

“Stupid buffoon,” his brother grumbled. “They make fun of you. But no matter. I am Zethes, which is short for Zethes. And the lady there—” He winked at Piper, but the wink was more like a facial seizure. “She can call me anything she likes. Perhaps she would like to have dinner with a famous demigod before we must destroy you?”

Piper made a sound like gagging on a cough drop. “That’s … a truly horrifying offer.”

“It is no problem.” Zethes wiggled his eyebrows. “We are very romantic people, we Boreads.”

“Wait a minute.. “Mara cut in. “Are you the very same Boreads that are the sons of Boreas?” Her eyes lit up in intrigue and awe.

“Ah, so you’ve heard of us!” Zethes looked pleased. “We are our father’s gatekeepers. So you understand, we cannot have unauthorized people flying in his airspace on creaky dragons, scaring the silly mortal peoples.”

He pointed below, and Leo saw that the mortals were starting to take notice. Several were pointing up—not with alarm, yet—more with confusion and annoyance, like the dragon was a traffic helicopter flying too low. “Which is sadly why, unless this is an emergency landing,” Zethes said, brushing his hair out of his acne-covered face, “we will have to destroy you painfully.”

“Destroy!” Cal agreed, with a little more enthusiasm than Leo thought necessary.

“Wait!” Piper said. “This is an emergency landing.”

“Awww!” Cal looked so disappointed, Leo almost felt sorry for him. Zethes studied Piper, which of course he’d already been doing. “How does the pretty girl decide this is an emergency, then?”

“We have to see Boreas. It’s totally urgent! Please?” She forced a smile, which Leo figured must’ve been killing her; but she still had that blessing of Eros thing going on, and she looked great. Something about her voice, too. A pink sparkly mist poured out of her mouth and wrapped itself around her friends—Leo found himself believing every word. Jason was nodding, looking absolutely convinced. Mara also shook her head, confirming the emergency.

Zethes picked at his silk shirt, probably making sure it was still open wide enough. “Well … I hate to disappoint a lovely lady, but you see, my sister, she would have an avalanche if we allowed you—”

“And our dragon is malfunctioning!” Piper added. “It could crash any minute!” Festus shuddered helpfully, then turned his head and spilled gunk out of his ear, splattering a black Mercedes in the parking lot below.

“No destroy?” Cal whimpered.

Zethes pondered the problem. Then he gave Piper another spasmodic wink. “Well, you are pretty. I mean, you’re right. A malfunctioning dragon— this could be an emergency.”

“Destroy them later?” Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.

“It will take some explaining,” Zethes decided. “Father has not been kind to visitors lately. But, yes. Come, faulty dragon people. Follow us.” The Boreads sheathed their swords and pulled smaller weapons from their belts—or at least Leo thought they were weapons. Then the Boreads switched them on, and Leo realized they were flashlights with orange cones, like the ones traffic controller guys use on a runway. Cal and Zethes turned and swooped toward the hotel’s tower.

Leo turned to his friends. “I love these guys. Follow them?”

Jason, Piper, and Mara didn’t look so eager.

“I guess,” Jason decided. “We’re here now. But I wonder why Boreas hasn’t been kind to many visitors.”

“Pfft, he just hasn’t met us.” Leo whistled. “Festus, after those flashlights!”

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As they got closer, Leo worried they’d crash into the tower. The Boreads made right for the green gables peak and didn’t slow down. Then a section of the slanted roof slid open, revealing an entrance easily wide enough for Festus. The top and bottom were lined with icicles like jagged teeth.

“This cannot be good,” Jason muttered, but Leo spurred the dragon downward, and they swooped in after the Boreads. They landed in what must have been the penthouse suite; but the place had been hit by a flash freeze. The entry hall had vaulted ceilings forty feet high, huge draped windows, and lush oriental carpets. A staircase at the back of the room led up to another equally massive hall, and more corridors branched off to the left and right. But the ice made the room’s beauty a little frightening. When Leo slid off the dragon, the carpet crunched under his feet.

A fine layer of frost covered the furniture. The curtains didn’t budge because they were frozen solid, and the ice-coated windows let in weird watery light from the sunset. Even the ceiling was furry with icicles. As for the stairs, Leo was sure he’d slip and break his neck if he tried to climb them.

“Guys,” Leo said, “fix the thermostat in here, and I would totally move in.”

“Not me.” Jason looked uneasily at the staircase. “Something feels wrong. Something up there …”

“Me either.” Mara hopped off the dragon, helping Piper down. “It’s cool and all, pun intended, but I can feel something off in the air..”

Festus shuddered and snorted flames. Frost started to form on his scales. “No, no, no.” Zethes marched over, though how he could walk in those pointy leather shoes, Leo had no idea. “The dragon must be deactivated. We can’t have fire in here. The heat ruins my hair.”

Festus growled and spun his drill-bit teeth. “’S’okay, boy.” Leo turned to Zethes. “The dragon’s a little touchy about the whole deactivation concept. But I’ve got a better solution.”

“Destroy?” Cal suggested.

“No, man. You gotta stop with the destroy talk. Just wait.”

“Leo,” Piper said nervously, “what are you—”

“Watch and learn, beauty queen. When I was repairing Festus last night, I found all kinds of buttons. Some, you do not want to know what they do. But others … Ah, here we go.”

Leo hooked his fingers behind the dragon’s left foreleg. He pulled a switch, and the dragon shuddered from head to toe. Everyone backed away as Festus folded like origami. His bronze plating stacked together. His neck and tail contracted into his body. His wings collapsed and his trunk compacted until he was a rectangular metal wedge the size of a suitcase. Leo tried to lift it, but the thing weighed about six billion pounds.

“Um … yeah. Hold on. I think—aha.” He pushed another button. A handle flipped up on the top, and wheels clicked out on the bottom.

“Ta-da!” he announced. “The world’s heaviest carry-on bag!”

“Oh my stars, that is so awesome!” Mara said, clapping her hands. “I didn’t know Festus could do that!”

“That’s impossible,” Jason said. “Something that big couldn’t—”

“Stop!” Zethes ordered. He and Cal both drew their swords and glared at Leo.

Leo raised his hands. “Okay … what’d I do? Stay calm, guys. If it bothers you that much, I don’t have to take the dragon as carry-on—”

“Who are you?” Zethes shoved the point of his sword against Leo’s chest. “A child of the South Wind, spying on us?”

“What? No!” Leo said. “Son of a Titan. Friendly engineer, no harm to anyone!”

Cal growled. He put his face up to Leo’s, and he definitely wasn’t any prettier at point-blank, with his bruised eyes and bashed-in mouth.

“Smell fire,” he said. “Fire is bad.”

“Oh.” Leo’s heart raced. “Yeah, well … my clothes are kind of singed, and I’ve been working with oil, and—”

“No!” Zethes pushed Leo back at sword point. “We can smell fire, demigod. We assumed it was from the creaky dragon, but now the dragon is a suitcase. And I still smell fire … on you.”

If it hadn’t been like three degrees in the penthouse, Leo would’ve started sweating. “Hey … look … I don’t know—” He glanced at his friends desperately. “Guys, a little help?”

Seeing the two winged guys threatening Leo, Mara stepped in between the Boreads and Leo, their arms covering Leo and Zethes' sword now poking her stomach. “Listen, I’m sure there’s a good reason for smelling fire. Maybe you have a cold or-"

“Silence!” Zethes shouted. “I know what I smell and the scent is not only coming from that boy but you too.” He pointed both at Leo and Mara with his sword. “Tell us the truth, are you spies?”

The group seemed even more shocked by this: even Mara too? Mara looked the most surprised from the sudden news.

“That’s impossible!” She exclaimed. “I’m the child of Nyx, the goddess of Night and I’ve never wielded any kind of fire in my life! Maybe I’ve used a lighter or two but I haven’t been able to conjure fire at all!”

Jason already had his gold coin in his hand. He stepped forward, his eyes on Zethes. “Look, there’s been a mistake. Neither of them are fire people. Tell them, Leo. Tell them you’re not also a fire guy.”

“Um …”

“Zethes?” Piper tried her dazzling smile again, though she looked a little too nervous and cold to pull it off. “We’re all friends here. Put down your swords and let’s talk.”

“The girl is pretty,” Zethes admitted, “and of course she cannot help being attracted to my amazingness; but sadly, I cannot romance her at this time.”

Cal then pointed his icy cold blades on the elf boy’s chest while Zethes held his sword closer to Mara’s stomach. The ox poked his sword point farther into Leo’s chest, and Leo could feel the frost spreading across his shirt, turning his skin numb. He wished he could reactivate Festus. He needed some backup. But it would’ve taken several minutes, even if he could reach the button, with two purple-winged crazy guys in his path.

“Destroy them now?” Cal asked his brother.

Zethes nodded. “Sadly, I think—”

“No,” Jason insisted. He sounded calm enough, but Leo figured he was about two seconds away from flipping that coin and going into full gladiator mode. “Leo’s just a son of Prometheus. He’s no threat. Neither is Mara. Piper here is a daughter of Eros. I’m the son of Jupiter. We’re on a peaceful …” Jason’s voice faltered, because both Boreads had suddenly turned on him.

“What did you say?” Zethes demanded. “You are the son of Jupiter?”

“Um … yeah,” Jason said. “That’s a good thing, right? My name is Jason.”

Cal looked so surprised, he almost dropped his sword. “Can’t be Jason,” he said. “Doesn’t look the same.”

Zethes stepped forward and squinted at Jason’s face. “No, he is not our Jason. Our Jason was more stylish. Not as much as me—but stylish. Besides, our Jason died millennia ago.”

“Wait,” Mara said. “Your Jason … you mean the original Jason? The Golden Fleece guy?”

“Of course,” Zethes said. “We were his crew mates aboard his ship, the Argo, in the old times, when we were mortal demigods. Then we accepted immortality to serve our father, so I could look this good for all time, and my silly brother could enjoy pizza and hockey.”

“Hockey!” Cal agreed.

“But Jason—our Jason—he died a mortal death,” Zethes said. “You can’t be him.”

“I’m not,” Jason agreed.

“So, destroy?” Cal asked. Clearly the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.

“No,” Zethes said regretfully. “If he is a son of Jupiter, he could be the one they’ve been watching for.”

“Watching for?” Leo asked. “You mean like in a good way: you’ll shower him with fabulous prizes? Or watching for like in a bad way: he’s in trouble?”

A girl’s voice said, “That depends on my father’s will.”

Leo looked up the staircase. His heart nearly stopped. At the top stood a girl in a white silk dress with an eggshell fur cloak. Her skin was unnaturally pale, the color of snow, but her hair was a lush mane of black, and her eyes were dark brown. She focused on Leo with no expression, no smile, no friendliness. But it didn’t matter. Leo was in love. She was one of the most dazzling girls he’d ever seen. Then she looked at Jason and Piper, and seemed to understand the situation immediately.

“Father will want to see the one called Jason,” the girl said.

“Then it is him?” Zethes asked excitedly.

“We’ll see,” the girl said. “Zethes, bring our guests.” Leo grabbed the handle of his bronze dragon suitcase. He wasn’t sure how he’d lug it up the stairs, but he had to get next to that girl and ask her some important questions—like her e-mail address and phone number. Before he could take a step, she froze him with a look. Not literally frozen, but she might as well have.

“Not you, Emillio Valdez,” she said.

In the back of his mind, Leo wondered how she knew his name; but mostly he was just concentrating on how crushed he felt. “Why not?” He probably sounded like a whiny kindergartner, but he couldn’t help it.

“You cannot be in the presence of my father,” the girl said. “Fire and ice—it would not be wise. The same goes for you, Emara Muhammad.” She glanced over where Mara was, watching the demigodling’s arms being thrown up in defeat.

“Come on!” She said, “I swear in my life I can’t control fire. Just let me ask you questions, please!”

“You say that but the heat flowing your body says otherwise.” The dazzling, yet scary lady glared down at the teen. Her eyes flickered with annoyance. “Now come along-”

“We’re going together,” Jason insisted, putting his hand on Leo’s shoulder, “or not at all.”

The girl tilted her head, like she wasn’t used to people refusing her orders. “They will not be harmed, Jason Grace, unless you make trouble. Calais, keep Emillio Valdez and Emara Muhammad here. Guard them, but do not kill them.”

Cal pouted. “Just a little?”

“No,” the girl insisted. “And take care of the boy’s interesting suitcase, until Father passes judgment.”

Jason and Piper looked at Leo and Mara, their expressions asking him a silent question: How do you want to play this?

Leo felt a surge of gratitude. They were ready to fight for him. They wouldn’t leave him alone with the hockey ox. Even Mara seemed touched by the other’s action, a tiny grin appeared on her freckled face. Part of him wanted to go for it, bust out his new tool belt and see what he could do, maybe even summon a fireball or two and warm this place up. But the Boread guys scared him. And that gorgeous girl scared him more, even if he still wanted her number.

“It’s fine, guys,” he said. “No sense causing trouble if we don’t have to. You go ahead.”

Mara nodded, her face filled with a mixture of fear but serenity. “Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll be okay.”

“Listen to your friends,” the pale girl said. “Emillio Valdez and Emara Muhammad will be perfectly safe. I wish I could say the same for you, son of Jupiter. Now come, my father has been waiting for you.”

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[whore4colbyb]

Truth or strip

18+

tw:swearing,smut

summary:Colby and y/n been in a relationship for 3 month and decided to play truth and strip but things get a bit heated when they turned off the camera.

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“y/n you’re seriously putting a whole winter jacket,a scarf,and hat?”

I smiled“I sure am,mr brock”colby laughs in my face while setting up the camera. “Colby i’m really not tryna be naked in here knowing everyone is home today”I sigh

“You’re right,dont want people to look whats mine.”colby said confidently. “Can we please start.”I blushed,trying to change the subject

“Whats up guys its y/n and colby,and we are doing..drum roll please.”I smack the pavement around the hot tub. “Truth or strip!”We both yell like little kids

Lets both do rock paper scissors to see who goes first,I won! “Don’t start with a bad question please,baby.”

“Who was the person that took your virginity”I giggled “y/n you will be the fucking death of me.” “Love you too,colby”.after minutes of thinking he whispered “hannah”.

“risky I see,you’re sleeping on the couch.”Colby looks at me with puppy eyes.”Im just kidding baby.”I say while I kiss his cheek.

since you gave me a bad one,Ima give you one. “y/n,besides me who do you think is the cutest in the trap house.”my mouth dropped “Colby,no one you know this.” “y/n you know the rules”he smirked I take my scarf and he dumps a bag of ice on my head.

a couple of rounds later…

Colby was in his boxers,I could see how hard he was,I think it was because I was wearing my push up bra and shorts.It was my turn to ask colby a question I asked “Who is the ex that you will always go ba-.”before I could finish colby pull his boxers down and throws it at my face.

“EWW COLBYYY”I shirked,he laughs at my face so i put ice all over him.He tackles and tickles me making us look like psychopaths.Corey walks outside “QUIT FUSIN AROUND CHILDREN”he yelled. “SUCK MY DICK COREYY”Colby yelled back as i smiled and whispered in his ear “Can I suck it”he smirks

“Ok guys this is the end of the video see you pookies later byeee”I finished the video and immediately went in the shower.As im under the steamy hot water Colby walks in and gets in the shower. “Colby wait for your turn”I turn around then colby smashes his lips on to mine,as I kiss him back colby then slips 2 fingers in my entrance,I gasp.

I moan as he keeps going faster,as soon I was about to cum,he stops.I groan in anger. “dont.say.a.thing.”colby said roughly.He licks his fingers that were just in me clean.he pushes me against the wall and slams his hard cock in me,I moan loudly but colby puts his hand of my mouth. “Dont be loud baby”he said as he groaned,we both came and cleaned up for bed and cuddled.

“I hope they didn’t hear us.”I exclaimed, “I really hope they didn’t.”he said as he smirked.

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Moxxie

A big thing with Moxxie was just me wanting him to not look like a butler. I don’t know what it is with Viv and men in suits, but I'm not a fan. To keep his vest from blending into his pants, I untucked a bit of his undershirt. I want each member of IMP to stand out visually from one another (because all imps literally look related to some degree lol) so I gave Moxxie green in his color palette to contrast the orangish red tone I gave his skin. I also think green eyes will help him stand out very nicely from the group. Instead of striped I put gold rings on his tail and gave him a couple rings on his fingers because greed and gold. Since Viv loves bowties, I let Mox keep his but made it droopy because I think it’s cuter. Originally, I was going to keep his coattails, but I feel like with the shape of his legs it just muddies his silhouette. 

With Moxxie there isn’t much about his character I have to gripe about or want to change. He’s a skilled gunman with knowledge of the subject and history of guns. Cool, now for that, I’m working in his greed traits and decided that he outright hoards guns (since viv wants to claim imps hoard things). Moxxie has a vast collection and is always keeping them nice and spiffy. 

Now one thing I don’t like about Moxxie is his insecurity. Moreso the fact that it’s constantly being played up, like in Unhappy Campers where he’s like a crotchety old woman going through menopause because his wife is more popular than him. At that point it’s just stupid for the sake of drama. Since I made Millie the insecure one, I’m going to play up Moxxie’s straight man status. 

Moxxie is going to be the level headed cool sniper type I suppose. He’s not going to be as expression as Millie, the blue oni to her red in a sense. I think the comedy of that could be when something does make him lose his composure (I think I'll draw up a redone scene as an example) like Millie’s parents outright disliking him or Striker singing about how he sucks and should go fuck himself. I like the idea that because of his childhood as the son of an abusive mob boss father he’s learned to shove bad feelings down rather than express them outright. This doesn’t mean I want him to be a stone faced rock. No, I mostly just want him to express surface level exasperation and frustration with Blitzø’s antics (like his big “WHAT?” when Blitz mentions he hired Strikker) 

So an example of this could be Striker’s song. After he tells Moxxie to go fuck himself, a close shot of Moxxie’s face shows it twitching. He adjusts his glasses, stands up, and excuses himself. (Millie recognizes that this is bad because she knows him and follows) But she loses him in Striker’s fangirl crowd. Moxxie will be visibly upset as he climbs the stairs before hearing Millie calling for him and regaining his composure – until he notices the glow coming from Striker’s room that catches his attention. 

So I don’t want this Moxxie to be a straight-faced ass, just a more composed character. 

Back to his insecurity real quick! Mozzie is a trained assassin but his is not physically strong enough to fight hand to hand. This is a weak spot for him because his father constantly shat all over him growing up and would literally smack him around and Moxxie was (in his own mind) too physically weak to stop it from happening. 

As to how he met Blitzo... well in this I don’t want the bs jail in hell bit because there has been no justifiable ass pulls by Viv or the team. Idk I'm having trouble. Maybe they met through Millie? Like Moxxie meets Millie doing something and is like ‘holy shit I love this chick fuck you dad I'm out.’ 

Idk that’s what I'm going with I'll fix it later this took way too long to do and i'll still gotta do Blitzo and Stolas and maybe the other characters and then maybe rework season one idk i'll focus on just doing Blitzo and reworking my Loona again

[kelklown]

Guys, i wanted to share this Wattpad fanfic i read a long time ago, the original is in Spanish so i transtalted it 😭‼️ i’ll put the credits later, i don’t remember the name of the person who wrote this. Btw-..sorry if the translation is wrong or weird. (I used translator bc I’m at school so yeah, I’ll edit the errors later)

Fanfic by: Rinkataku on Wattpad

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Strawberry - Genderbend Beavhead

On a particularly imperfect Highland night, where cicadas were singing in search of a mate and the heat of the day was calmed by the winds of their arid region, another pair of young people sat on the sidewalk of a large fenced yard. The house, tacky like few others, had been given by one of the least acclaimed boys in school, Stewart Stevenson, who took care of her after her parents' business trip. Taking advantage of the absence and given his desperation to break the stereotype of the nerdy chubby person, he agreed to have a totally free party at his house. Free from control, his nerdy friends and security, of course.

However, he invited the only pair of students who noticed his presence so far and broke the mold of the status quo, Beavery and Assgirl. Both seemed to be indifferent to the rest of the school, so the boy considered it a gesture of kindness that would later be rewarded... He still hoped that Beav would notice. Unfortunately, she seemed to be too busy watching other kids, eating, or just laughing at whatever idiotic things were happening. Obviously she had time for anything but him.

The boy, heartbroken, came out for air, finding the girl sitting next to her friend, ending up irritating him. Did they never separate for even a second? Clenching his fists, he turned around and tried to continue with what he did: serve others in an attempt to be recognized.

—Hey, look at it, there it goes. Tremendous idiot, huhuhu

-one of the girls muttered in a meek voice, drawing the attention of the other girl.

-Shit! Shall we do two out of three?

They had bet a milkshake from the self-service to find Stewart first, because being short and plump it was very funny to see him running around the house to lick the soles of all his companions. Assgirl looked back at her friend, laughing.

-Uhh, no.

Beavery's grimace of discontent appeared, being replaced after a while by another broad smile. She relaxed her posture and made clear her intention to stay sitting right there, raising her little blue eyes to the sky half orange due to light pollution.

She frowned, thinking, and decided to change the subject drastically: "Tonight sucks, huh." More than normal.

—Wow! Wait, you're right. —The brunette, instead of looking at the sky, stared at the curvature of Beav's nose, tucking a lock of hair behind her own ear.

We came here, they don't offer us anything, and we don't get to drink alcohol or do anything fun.

—Hehe, I don't even remember why we got ready and dressed well if we were just coming to stupid Stewart's house! -With notable annoyance, she passed a hand over her lips, removing the lipstick that she had so primitively applied, leaving part of her palm fuchsia.

—I shouldn't have listened to you. -She pretended not to have been the one with the idea, but waited for the opposite to get up. Let's get out of this pigsty...Beavery?

There was no case. The girl with blonde curls was immersed in pleasant amazement, stopping to smell the lipstick she had in her hand. Her gaze shone with that flash of childhood that she occasionally let out, giving her friend a reason to stay and wait for her.

-Assgirl, Assgirl! The lipstick smells like strawberry.

I didn't just slap her because...

—Let's see, huhu.

...She also hadn't realized they bought one of those flavored lipsticks.

She held out his palm with the fuchsia mark and watched as the woman hid a smile when she appreciated that sweet aroma. Without adding anything for the moment, both girls stood up from the sidewalk and dodged anyone on their way to the exit. The dawn broke through with a cooler breeze, typical of a night of disappointments like that. However, Beavery's discovery had her shamelessly sniffing her own hand, as if it were glued to her face, hiding the mess she had made on her cheeks when she smudged her lipstick.

From time to time, they both laughed at some joke on their way home.

—Can you imagine a dead body tasted one? -

The blonde asked after a brief silence.

—Huhu, no, one that tastes like shit would be better.

And that alone was enough to keep them entertained without other distractions until they reached the door. Upon entering, the first thing they did was take off their shoes and settle into the couch; With the sweltering summer it was impossible for them to sleep in Assgirl's room, since the garbage under the bed filled the atmosphere with stench. At that time there was little or nothing on the television programming, so they decided to leave a channel where reruns of Jackass were playing in the background to sleep.

The blonde raised her legs and curled up on the couch, facing her partner. She watched her carefully, like someone silently asking for something. Assgirl was about to take off her bra under her shirt, as she usually did, but the opposite inquisitive look left her inhibited for a moment. She pretended to be distracted and crossed her legs, almost breaking out in a cold sweat. When she decided to speak, confronting her friend became impossible; She had come closer until she occupied a large part of the couch.

-What are you--!

—Can I taste your lips?

The brunette sank into the corner, red as a tomato, trembling. And the reaction generated a blush in the opponent that mixed with the pink that remained on her cheeks. Beavery's spontaneity used to be a deadly weapon that she didn't even control. They gave a second of truce while Assgirl took a breath.

-What..?

—Your lips. I want to know if they taste like strawberries. -She dropped to her knees so as not to invade the opponent's personal space so much, relaxing his expression. Don't you?

In fact, it was something that she asked herself in her subconscious as well, and when the mystery came to the surface it ended up turning her face red. She wanted to say no, but if they started to discuss it they couldn't sleep on the same couch without punching and kicking each other first.

—Did you manage to drink beer and not tell me?

Huhu...

The laughter was contagious, but she shook her head, between his typical knowing glances that at that moment seemed to take on other dimensions. In one of the few contacts.

Directly, both pairs of eyes seemed to articulate the same doubt: Would kissing automatically make them lesbians?

—Just a peak. —She lowered the bet considerably, as long as he accepted. Or are you, hehe, a coward?

That last question did seem necessary, because when Beavery asked it for the first time in so long, it lit that fuse of provocation that existed in both hollow leaders. Still red with anger and shame, Assgirl grabbed her friend's cheeks to pull her to her face, as close as her pride would allow, hoping that her opponent would do the same and disappear from her sight. She, just as nervous or perhaps more, worked to extinguish the little distance that remained between both lips, until she captured the other's lips.

However, it was not enough to feel any flavor, just the warmth of the chaste contact and their intertwined breaths, a strong reminder of the closeness that a kiss implied. Before any of them moved away due to the pressure, Beav moved her lips, barely moisturizing them with his tongue and leaving small kisses on the opposite one. Her heart skipped a beat with happiness to see that it was working, she felt the strawberry! It was fucking paradise.

Before she warmed to the sensation, she noticed that she felt somewhat tight. The other's hands closed on her cheeks and hurt enough to bother her. She half-opened his eyes and met the small gaze of her companion, who seemed even more disturbed than her own. She moved away slightly, and when she tried to speak he felt how her hands seemed to want to close more between her cheeks, causing her lips to press together in a sympathetic way. Only when Assgirl asked to be released did she realize that this expression was not a mockery of her partner, but a product of her own nerves. When she released her, her palms were sticky due to the blonde's previous sweat and stains.

None of them could look at each other for a long time, during which they could only hear an eternal infomercial about a kind of lawnmower with insecticide included. When Beavery began to return to her place, she was interrupted by the brunette, who called her with an insult in between.

Filled with courage, she threw himself into her arms and kissed her back, trying to savor also the trace of lipstick that had been left on her friend’s lips. In reciprocation, Beav noted that in addition to feeling like she was in a higher fucking paradise than before, kissing required more than just random movements. Without realizing it, both were trying to keep up, but the nerves and temperature made that contact sticky and irregular. What lasted centuries for both of them was really just a couple of minutes and when they separated they looked at each other between amusement and annoyance.

—Okay, that felt cool. —The girl with braces gave her consent between crude laughs, and then maintained some seriousness. But we are not lesbians.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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“Okay,” the kid nods. “I trust you.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath. 

He does? 

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers. 

The kid just smiles at him.

“Hey, uh…” Eddie says, making an abrupt but certain decision. “There’s something I have to do now, if Chris is going to stay with me. I think I need your help, though. Can you help me?”

The kid nods. 

“I can help!”

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Thirty minutes later, Eddie and his younger self are driving Buck’s Jeep towards his parents’ house. He’s going to need more space than is in his Prius, to grab all of Christopher’s things. 

Buck and Chris stayed back at the house. Chris is still upset and doesn’t need to be present for this confrontation. Eddie physically needs the kid to be close by, but he won’t subject him to it, either. So Buck is comforting Chris, and Eddie is working with himself. 

“They’re going to be mad and yell,” the child says.

“I know,” Eddie tells him. “I can handle it.”

“Because you’re brave,” the kid reasons.

“Pretty sure that means you’re brave, too.”

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“If he…” Eddie risks asking. “I mean, he won’t. He’ll pull through. But if he doesn’t, uh, would you… I mean, you’d be able to see him maybe. Right?”

“I haven’t seen anyone else who has died,” Buck says. “So… No. Probably not.”

“Damn,” Eddie sighs.

Buck wipes his eyes. “Maybe he’ll be floating around somewhere until Athena needs him.”

Eddie decides to ignore the weird way that comparison makes his body feel, because he knows it was unintentional. Made in a moment of heightened emotion. He doesn’t mean Eddie is the same to him as Athena is to Bobby, because that would be insane. Bobby and Athena have been married for years. Eddie and Buck were friends for a few months.

“He’ll pull through,” Eddie says instead. He scooches a bit closer to Buck on the couch. 

 “You don’t know that,” Buck grumbles. “Sometimes people die way too soon.”

Oh, as if Eddie doesn’t know that. But Buck is clearly distraught, so… 

So Eddie does something without thinking. He reaches out to rest a hand on Buck’s arm. And inexplicably, it makes contact. 

They both go rigid.

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The beagle leans its face into Buck’s hand and makes a contented little squeak as he scratches its jaw. 

“What a sweet boy,” Buck says. He likes dogs. He’s always liked dogs. Maybe he should get a dog. Maybe he…

You just...You didn't mention you were thinking about it.

What, I have to run everything by you now?

A strange flash of an unfamiliar memory hits Buck like a shock of static electricity. Buck gasps and stumbles backward, away from the dog. The dog startles at Buck’s sudden change in demeanor, crouching and tucking its tail between its legs. 

“Copper!” A woman calls, jogging up the trail. “Copper, come! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“No worries,” Buck calls back. 

The little dog turns and sprints back to its owner. But Buck is still reeling. 

You didn't mention you were thinking about it.

You didn't mention you were thinking about it.

The voice is crisp and clear in his head. Like a song he’s heard before. The only trouble is, he has absolutely no idea who it belongs to. 

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 010: starting again

Word count: 2574

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— one month later —

📍Rabat, Morocco

“Yesterday, when I was on my evening jog, I saw a bar not too far from here.” I said sitting on the kitchen counter “And it seemed pretty calm, to be honest.”

We’ve been in Morocco for a whole month and we haven’t really gone out. Which is making me go insane just because I’m a very active person and I’m so used to always be doing something at the compound that it just sucks to not being able to do things like I used to.

“The whole point of this is to stay low.” Steve looked at me

“But can’t we have a little bit of fun?”

“We can make it fun here.” He said, referring to the small house all four of us have been sharing

It really is very small. It’s just enough for us.

I sighed. “I wanna go to the beach.”

“Cat.” He looked at me “Look, I know this is hard for you, but can you at least make an effort?”

“I’m trying but it’s just.. I think I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Don’t be dramatic. We can still do things we used to do at the compound, why don’t you go and buy some things to bake something?”

“I haven’t been in the mood for baking.”

“Just try it, will you?” He said “Sam told me about renting movies, how does that sound?”

“Well it honestly doesn’t sound bad.”

“Okay, then we’ll rent some movies.”

I sighed. “Okay.”

“You’re gonna be fine, don’t worry.”

“I bet Wanda and Vision are having fun.” I shrugged, he let out a chuckle “Scotland sounds better than Morocco.”

“Here it’s not so bad.”

I looked at him. “Steve, Sam’s the only one who knows arabic, we can’t even go buy groceries.”

“You seriously are so dramatic.” He rolled his eyes

“You know what I mean.”

“Just relax, when you least expect it we’ll be out of here.”

“And we’ll go where? To another country?”

“If that’s what’s necessary, yes.”

I sighed. “This is insane.”

“We can’t exactly go back to the compound, can we?”

“I know we can’t.”

“You’re gonna be fine.” He said and I looked at him “We are gonna be fine, don’t worry.”

I just nodded finishing the conversation and just changing the subject by asking him about dinner.

A few minutes later, I decided to go take a shower so I left to the bathroom. I closed the door and I removed my clothes before I opened the faucet and waited for the water to heat up.. but it never did.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I muttered turning off the faucet

I grabbed my towel and I wrapped it around my body ready to start yelling at the guys for not telling me that they used all the fucking hot water.

“Dear god, give me.. patience, cause if you give me strength, I’m gonna kill them.” I sighed opening the bathroom door

I walked out to the living room and Sam was sitting on the couch while Steve was in the dining table eating some cereal and Bucky was just coming out of the kitchen.

“I’m gonna ask this once.” I said

“Oh hey, free show?” Bucky looked at me and Steve gave him a nudge “Ouch.”

“You wish.” I scoffed “Who the fuck used the last of the hot water?” I asked

“That was probably me.” Bucky said

“And why didn’t you say something?” I turned to look at him

“Why would I?”

“Because I have to take a shower and you know that I don’t shower with very cold water!”

“Then you should’ve showered earlier.” He shrugged

“You know I always shower late!” I said “What the fuck am I supposed to do? Shower with cold water?”

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded “Or wait until tomorrow I guess.”

“No, I’m not waiting until tomorrow, you’re gonna heat me up some water.”

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow

“You heard me.”

“I’m not heating anything for you, much less with that attitude.”

“You wanna talk about attitude?” I started walking towards him

“Okay, that’s enough.” Steve said

Let’s just say these little fights have been happening quite often since we started “living” together. And Steve’s kinda done with us.

“Can you please tell your little creature to heat me up some water?” I looked at him folding my arms

“Why don’t you just shower tomorrow?” Bucky asked

“Because I want to shower now!”

“You can shower tomorrow morning with hot water.” He shrugged

“Bucky,” I scoffed rolling my eyes “I’m not in the mood, seriously.”

“You never are.”

“Why would that be?” I gave him the most sarcastic smile I could make

“Can you guys shut up?” Sam said to us “I’m tryna watch tv.”

“Get dressed cause I’m not heating anything, babe.” Bucky said to me

“You’re seriously getting on my last fucking nerve.” I took a deep breath as I started walking away

I really wanted to punch him so bad. I know I said that he’s a nice guy and that I was actually getting along with him, but he’s been incredibly annoying. Not that we don’t get along anymore, it’s just that I’m now seeing this side to him that really makes me wanna punch him in the face. It’s annoying.

I walked into my room and I just I laid down on my stomach on the bed, with the towel wrapped around me because I just know I gotta go and heat up some water soon, and I grabbed my notebook to draw something. This is the only thing I can do to calm down because we don’t really have a gym here which is where I would’ve gone if we were in the compound, but we’re not, sadly. I would’ve gone for a walk also, but I can’t go alone so.

A few minutes later, I heard some knocks on my door.

“Come in.” I said

The door opened and Bucky was standing there.

“What do you want?” I looked back at my notebook

“The water is literally boiling and is waiting for you in a pot in the bathroom.” He said “So hurry up before it gets cold.”

“You heated me water?” I squinted having a hard time believing that he actually did it

“Yes, I did.” He rolled his eyes “Go or I’ll pour it down the drain.” He walked out of the room

I closed the notebook before I went over to the bathroom, again. I gotta use a fucking cup, but it’s better than having to shower with that freezing cold water.

Anyways, I hoped in the shower, I had to use some of the cold water to actually have the water at a nice temperature and then I showered. By “showered” I mean I had to use a cup.

I got out, I got dressed and then I headed to the living room. Steve was watching tv with Sam and Bucky was in the kitchen making a sandwich.

“Thank you.” I said to him

“You’re welcome.” He replied as he closed his sandwich “I’m not heating any more water though.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know.”

He walked out of the kitchen and I was kinda hungry so I decided to make myself a sandwich too since we didn’t really made dinner today. Once I was done, I grabbed a water bottle and then went to my room where I turned on the little radio that I had while I continued the drawing and ate my sandwich.

We didn’t really do much the rest of the night. I fell asleep around 11 pm. I know the guys were watching tv in the living room, but I have no idea when they went to sleep.

…

{ a/n: okay so I wrote this part a while ago and it’s written in third person so it’s just gonna stay that way, lol }

Cat rolled on the bed for the hundredth time letting out a sigh and looking at the ceiling. She turned her head to the side and saw the time on the clock on the nightstand. 2:34 am.

She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, splashed some water on her face and then she walked out to go to the kitchen only to see Bucky laying on the living room floor.

“Are you awake?” She asked turning the kitchen light on so she could take a better look at him

“Yes.” He replied lifting his head and looking at her

“Why are you here?”

He sighed laying his head back down. “Can’t sleep.”

“Right.” She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge “Trouble sleeping.” She took a water bottle out and closed it again

“Exactly.” He said “What are you doing up?”

“I don’t know, I can’t sleep.” She walked out to the living room “You have insomnia?”

“Something like that.” He sat up

“I used to have a lot of insomnia when I was younger.” She sat on the couch

“Why?”

“Nightmares.” She shrugged “And everything used to scare me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Nick made a schedule for me.”

“Did it worked?”

“It did.” She nodded “I don’t think I suffered trouble sleeping again.. before what happened in Cuba, obviously.”

“It was like a trigger, wasn’t it?”

“It was.” She sighed “I thought that part was healed, apparently I was wrong.”

“How did you coped? You were still little.”

“I went to therapy.” She replied “I’m supposed to still be going, actually, but obviously this happened and well.”

“Did it help?”

“Well.. it wasn’t the worst thing.” She shrugged “My psychiatrist was nice at least.”

“So,” he looked at her “Nightmares.”

“Yeah.. they’re more like memories, sort of.. I don’t know how to explain it.” She said “Some are memories and some are like parts of my memories and turned into a really bad nightmare if that makes sense.”

“Memories of what? Bulgaria?”

“Most of them are.”

“What do you do when you have them?”

“I try to think of the present.” She said “It helps sometimes. Like, just thinking about how I am now, I’m not there anymore and I’m doing good, despite everything that’s been happening.”

“Why are they looking for you?”

She let out a sigh. “That’s a very good question.” She pulled her legs up in the couch “I can’t think about why they would want me now, it’s been years.”

“You think they wanna kill you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” She shrugged

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

“It does.” She nodded “But I try not to think about that too much. I don’t want to live with that worry.” She added and then looked at him “What about you?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you scared that maybe there are still people from Hydra and maybe they’re looking for you?”

“Every day.” He replied “And now is worse because we have the government on our asses too.”

“Yeah, that really sucks.” She nodded “You mind if I stay here?” She asked laying on the couch

He shook his head. “Not at all, no.”

“I’m getting kinda sleepy and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep if I go back to my room.”

“You sure? I think your bed is comfier than the couch.”

She let out a soft giggle. “It is, but if I go then I probably won’t be sleepy anymore and I won’t be able to sleep.” She said “You’re gonna head back to your room?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so, no.”

“Why?”

“Same thing.” He shrugged “I’m kinda getting sleepy too, but I know I won’t be able to sleep there.”

“But where are you gonna sleep?” She asked

“Right here.”

“You can have half of the couch.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

“Grab a cushion at least.” She passed one to him

“Thanks.”

“Are you sure you wanna sleep here?”

“I’m sure.” He nodded “Besides, I’d like to keep you company.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“See? I’m nice.” He said

“Well you’ve been pissing me off a lot lately.”

“Well you’re pretty annoying too sometimes.”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes “I’m going to sleep.”

“You want a blanket?”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay.” She grabbed a cushion and laid her head on it “Hope you can sleep well now.”

“I hope you do too.” He nodded

They didn’t stay up for long, they were talking for a bit until Cat fell asleep. Bucky stayed a couple minutes awake just looking at her, thinking how he has grown so fond of her in such a short amount of time. He felt like she was starting to bring him out of his shell a little bit and even though at first he was kinda scared about it, he likes the way he feels with her and he likes how comforting she is.

And he didn’t know it, but she was falling for him too a little bit. But she wasn’t too sure just yet. She didn’t want to think about it either because she thinks she’s not attracted to him and it’s just a friendship that they’ve managed to build in the last few months.

But she did like him. And deep down she knew that.

(…)

* next morning *

Cat lazily opened her eyes when she felt the sun hit her right in the face. She turned around so it wouldn’t affect her and she then proceeded to open her eyes. She had a blanket covering her and the smell of coffee immediately filled her nostrils. She looked to the side and it was kinda obvious that Bucky wasn’t there laying on the floor anymore. She lifted her head a little and saw the time on the living room clock. It was a little past 8:30.

“Oh you woke up.” Bucky’s voice made her wake up completely

“Yeah.” She yawned and he walked over to her

“How’d you slept?” He asked with a cup of coffee in his hand

“Good.” She replied “How about you? Please tell me you moved back to your room.”

“I didn’t, actually.” He responded lifting Cat’s legs so he could sit on the couch and when he did, he placed them on top of his

“What?! Why not?” She asked

“Honestly I just slept the entire time, I didn’t wake up until like almost two hours ago.”

“How’s your back? And your neck?”

He chuckled slightly. “I’m fine, I slept just fine, don’t worry.”

“Are the guys awake?”

He nodded. “I think Steve is.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Why?” He looked at her “You wanna make me breakfast?” He teased

“Don’t say it like that.” She rolled her eyes “I don’t want to make you anything, but I don’t mind doing breakfast for the four of us.”

“Ow, that’s nice of you, see? It’s so much better when you’re not a bitch.”

“Don’t start, it’s too early for you to start testing my patience.” She kicked him softly making him laugh

“Or what?”

“Or you’re not getting breakfast.”

“Fair enough.” He lifted both hands

“Who brought the blanket?” She asked him

“Would you believe me if I said it was Steve?”

“Was it really him?”

“No, I did.”

“Well that was very nice of you, see? It’s so much better when you’re not acting like a jerk.”

He rolled his eyes laughing. “Very funny.”

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[originemesis]

hc dump ~ // ( abel ) - dearly departed

• abel currently resides in heaven, though under secret identity (mostly just disguised with angel soldier armor) due to the fact he was supposed to remain in limbo, but was extracted by michael early. adam does not know he's there - he thinks he's still in limbo or missing. • he is one of michael's 778 legionnaire soldiers - a faction that is seen as above the exorcists (who are the mall cops of heaven basically) vs the legionnaires who are the actual army led by michael, and yes they have guns. lots of guns. • his natural hair is brown like adam's and you can see some of it at the nape/bottom part of his undercut hairstyle. when he was saved by michael, he would wake up later with the top part of his hair turned golden like michael's (with the brown undercut still) indicating michael's claim over his services as a 778 legion member. • he has a poor sense of reading the room (a fact that carries over after death when he had no idea his brother wanted to kill him). • he spent the entire time up til then in limbo- which for him was just floating aimlessly in the middle of an ocean with nothing around. • in heaven he has hobbies such as surfing, and he's a certified life guard. • his soul instrument is the ukelele, but he can also play drums and tuba. • no playlist but i imagine this would be on it for vibe reasons. band vibes would be queen 100%.

additional:

• like adam was tasked with naming all the animals, abel becomes saddled with the task of tasting all the animals to see which ones are the tastiest and then finding the best of the tastiest to offer to the creator (like a macabre Pokedex) after he ends up offering a very tasty lamb on pure coincidence and then God decides he's the best for the job. • vice versa - cain always gave what was needed, but not necessarily what was wanted. this ties abel's theme in with beelzebub in the sense he is happy to provide wants over needs (and this is part of the reason that fuels cain's anger and jealousy - in other words, abel is 'that girl' aesthetic and cain can't replicate it or doesn't see the point of it.) • abel has definitely referred to the best lambs he's raised as cotton candy. • he's very adamant about tasting new things and very good at finding the best ingredients, however when it comes to putting them together, he takes after his mother in the cooking field (sucks) though his philosophy that putting all the yummiest things together has to result in something yummy. • cain wanted to kill him before, but the straw that broke the camel's back was abel cooking one of cain's unorthodox pets- • his and his eve's cooking is only bad to non stoners. stoners love the munchies they concoct. • during his stay in limbo (floating aimlessly in the ocean) he ends up happening on michael who was searching for but unable to find him due to limbo's terms and conditions for souls being untraceable. he finds him because michael becomes a beacon of light and like a light house, attracts abel in who's curious about the new light. • while surfing in heaven during lilith's stay / her secret dealings with adam, she ends up taking the form of a shark and biting abel's leg off. because of her demonic influence/ venom, the wound can not heal and the limb does not regenerate as expected - growing back in the form of a lamb's leg. • that boy is neurodivergent as fuckkkk. (our autistic king.) • absolutely makes this face when he's trying to recall if he's tasted a certain animal before or not and the subsequent pay attention, honey slap.

*headcanons subject to change based on canon info, but for the most part assume these for now ^ with new info I have yet to type up but will tag in the ready and abel ; // tag.

[uptoolateart]

Education Systems

I'm updating this because a French fan has now added to the conversation, for accuracy.

I think a lot of people have misunderstood the French education system, after watching Confrontation. I did a bunch of research into this for one of my fics - I have lived in the UK since I was 16 and have children in the British education system - and I originally grew up in the US. With all that in mind...

When you finish the first major stage of education:

France - Age 15

UK - Age 16

US - Age 18

Picking your focus / specialism(s):

France - Age 15, you can pick a stream, focusing on subjects relevant to what you want to do in life.

UK - Age 16, you can pick a stream, focusing on subjects relevant to what you want to do in life - there are also vocational courses, if you’re not remotely academic, and I bet there is something like this in France.

US - You are required to take all general mandatory subjects, even if you suck at them, until age 18, at which point you can finally specialise.

Speaking personally, when I lived in the US I was only given one elective in high school, and for my junior year (age 16) I realised I would have no time to fit that elective into my schedule because of all the science and maths requirements...subjects I was all but failing, because I knew I was artistic / literary-minded from a very young age. I was forced to suffer falling self-esteem, feeling like I was stupid and not good enough, simply because I didn’t have the ‘right’ brain type to fit with what the school wanted. There were other schools in the area that had slightly different requirements, but they all did some form of the same thing.

If you don’t know what you want to focus on yet:

France - There are generalist academic options where you do the usual variety of subjects, with the proviso that you get to choose if it’s more heavily weighted towards maths / science or towards liberal arts (see my personal anecdote above).

UK - Does something similar to France.

US - I was seriously considering dropping out of high school as soon as legally able (age 16) because I couldn’t cope with the pressures of the school system and my shattered confidence, despite previously being a straight-A student. However, if you drop out, you bear that stigma for life, no matter how much else you do - even though there are countries like France and the UK that legally release you from that education system at the same age or even younger. I’ve seen this happen to a lot of extremely intelligent American friends.

At university:

UK - You ONLY do classes directly related to your degree.

France - I'm told it's the same but that you don't get to choose unrelated electives for fun (you can do that in the UK - not lots, but a few over the years).

US - You are forced to take a lot of mandated subjects that have nothing to do with your course, e.g. local government or trigonometry even though you’re doing a writing degree, and you pay an absolute fortune for these / the required textbooks. (The most I ever spent on a book for my UK English degree course was £15, whereas textbooks in the US cost in the hundreds.)

What if you change your mind?

UK - Most jobs don’t care what degree you did, just that you did a degree. If you decide to do something that does need special qualifications, you can always go back and undertake them, at any age...with the proviso that you need to find the time and money.

France - I have been told it can be difficult, although in ways similar to the UK (and probably the US), where it depends on the job. Some jobs will always require retraining. It's always easier to do that training when you're younger and have fewer obligations

US - I can’t specifically comment, as I emigrated, but see above. Also, I have American friends who have gone through a LOT of hoops to try to change career paths in later life. This is probably an area where all countries could improve.

In conclusion:

The French (and UK) system is not necessarily forcing teenagers to lock into a fixed career path with no looking back, at the age of 15. Nothing is perfect, but in many ways, I think the French system actually offers options for greater flexibility by allowing greater choice at a younger age, instead of being forced to take all these other classes they may never use again in life, possibly at the detriment of their mental health.

Don’t get me wrong - there are a lot of things I prefer about the US vs the UK system in the lead up to high school (I can’t comment on the French system during those years, as I have no experience). But I’m a big believer that we need to allow kids greater choice at a younger age, with the option to stay in generalist education if that’s really what they want.

[swiftfootedachilles]

Hello, hello, I am back once againnnnn 🎉

Just saw your newest AutisticMickey HCs and I'm fucking addicted to them. Do you have more HCs for when they're still on the first seasons of the show? Thank you!!!

hellooooo!

oof season 1 my little babies

i think mickeys inability to self regulate his emotions specifically in the earlier seasons is a combination of autism and toxic masculinity. he could have self regulated if he was taught to... but terry encouraged his outbursts because the only emotion any man was allowed to show in that house was anger. being with ian, learning to unmask, and accepting himself are the first steps to self regulating. and it makes sense he would regress when planning his wedding and in mid-covid-s11 because those are very stressful situations thats hes not prepared or scripted ahead of time

i genuinely dont know what i think happened between "i need to see you" and them getting caught by kash. i presume they were at the store for a while before being caught. maybe an hour? spending most of it talking? maybe ian laying his soul bare, telling mickey all about monica and why he loves her yet doesnt want her back. mickey saying he gets it, his dad obviously sucks and his mom wasnt the best. sometimes she would tell terry shes sick of his shit and run out only to return a week later and pretend it never happened. and he says that ian will be fine waiting out the time until monica decides to fuck off again - because hes strong like that. and ian is strong, but hes too upset to think straight right now

maybe mickey wants to take his mind off everything, direct him by changing the subject to asking if ian wants to go shooting after work ("you still haven't shown me your gun skills, firecrotch. wanna see what those army bitches taught you). in my ideal world, maybe this is when they have their first kiss... but eventually they fall back into old routine like the horny teenagers they are, and thats when kash interrupts them and everything goes to shit

i personally believe mickey was giving ian head as early as s1, definitely in s2. i think its silly to assume he wouldnt just because he distanced himself emotionally from ian by not kissing him. he knows hes gay, hes just scared of getting attached because he knew he would make a mistake and get caught (which is exactly what happened in s3). theyre horny teens. theyre gonna give and receive oral sex. we see every other character have sex every which way, let mickey give bjs

the sleepover was absolutely makeout central. and they definitely shared mickeys bed, when they eventually passed out in a high, sweaty, naked heap at 4am

[bookwyrminspiration]

my romance drama is that i used to think that having a crush on someone was like picking someone you knew to be embarrassed and weird about being around for a month or however long you felt like it, and changing the person when you found one who was more socially acceptable / exciting to like. one of those "crushes" was on what later turned out to be an absolutely atrocious guy who was creepily obsessed with me and my "crushing" behavior got interpreted as real, so he asked me out after being sorta close friends for a while, i said no, and got to find out how he thinks women are objects barely worthy of respect unless they're somehow better than him, plus other terrible things i wish i didn't know. suffice it to say, i was probably on the aro and/or ace spectrum to begin with, and that experience truly affirmed that to the point i'm wary of even giving actual dating a shot

Augh, sorry about the creep! That sucks. Especially since you were kinda friends before. Always feels weird to have someone in your sphere who turns out to be awful.

Also, classic aro experience lmao. I personally only ever chose one person (compared to changing when you found a better one) on account of--wait no I'm lying I had two. One when I was like 8, and I decided he was my crush because he was the most talented artist in third grade. And the second when i was 12-13 because one of my friends asked who out of the boys in class I'd choose if I had to, so I picked the smartest boy (subjective--my metric was we were both in this accelerated math program and he wasn't annoying like the other boy in it). And then she teased me a little and that was that.

I must confess i never want telepathy more than when crushes are involved. Because people don't say shit!! and if you have a crush on me I wanna know!! i've had a few friends in the past confess they used to have crushes on me and i picked up on none of them. which makes me wonder who had a crush on me but never told me. how many people have had crushes on me!

im also currently wondering if a classmate has a crush on me. met a few weeks ago and he moved to sit next to me, compliments me on occasion (appearance and ideas), he replies to many of my discussion posts (more than anyone else I think), mentioned he was straight in a discussion post when he didnt have to, messaged me out of the blue, brought me back a treat from the snack bar unprompted. which could very well mean nothing, but i've also proven oblivious in the past so like. can my telepathy kick in what's he really thinking

anyways i got off topic but! sorry about your shitty experience. aspec solidarity 🤝

[m4n-e4ter]

one time thing

tristan dugray x rory gilmore

warnings: none

(updated chapters means potential updates in the warnings as well)

takes place the episode after Rory and dean break up. Her and tristin kiss, but maybe just a little more than that. Everything before this happens is canon, everything after is canon-adjacent but from my own mind

(constructive) criticism is welcome !!

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Rory went to this party with full intentions to forget about Dean. She went to go have fun with Lane and not think about how heartbroken she was. Not to her surprise, the music was lame, the people were snotty and she was sure the punch was spiked. Not wanting to risk a roofie, she asked Paris to grab her a soda.

When Lane and Rory were mid conversation with Paris, a guy comes up to them and asks Lane to dance. Just one dance. And off she goes, making Rory promise to pull her out of the situation with any sickness that would make sure that they would both have to go home for.

Half an hour later, the two are still dancing. Rory smiles to herself, happy that Lane not only found someone she likes, but also someone that Mrs. Kim would approve of. After checking in quickly to make sure Lane was having a good time, she makes her way back to Paris, who asks her the time and soon after she quite literally scurries to the door.

‘Jeez. She couldn’t get out of here quicker’ Rory thinks to herself.

Standing there for a second, thinking about what she should do with herself now that she’s alone, she finishes her soda and discards it on a nearby table. Finding a corner with little people to judge, she pulls her book from her purse and begins to read.

“What the hell were you doing in the bathroom with Austin?” A sudden change in tone from the loud, gleeful tone of everyone else around pulls Rory’s attention from the pages she found herself captivated in.

She brings her eyes up from her book to see Tristin. Nothing short of fuming, his jaw tightening at the words from the girl he’s arguing with. She can’t quite hear the girls words even though she’s shamelessly eavesdropping at this point. It’s not like she’s doing it on purpose. The conversation the two of them were having isn’t exactly the quiet type.

“Summer. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re a caveman now?”

A few quiet words are exchanged between the two of them before both of them go in opposite directions.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, Rory feels both restless and curios. She decides that she wants to explore the house a little bit more. The sound of god-awful piano playing catches her ear and she follows the sound, leading her to something she wouldn’t have expected. Or rather, someone.

Tristin.

Usually, she’d avoid him at all costs. It’s clear that he wants nothing to do with her, so why would she act any other way? Rory asks herself that same question just as she starts to open up her big fat mouth and speak.

“I’m sorry”

“Huh?”

“About summer. It sucks”

“No shit.”

Oh wow. She’d never heard him swear before. He must be pretty upset. and judging by the grimace he makes when he takes a sip of his drink, she confirms that the punch is in fact spiked.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks in hopes to lighten the mood even slightly.

“Not really.” He mutters, pressing his hands to the keys again. She sound makes Rory cringe and grind her teeth.

“How’d you do on that biology test? It was pretty heard wasn’t it?”

She takes a few steps closer to the piano he’s sitting at.

What is she doing?

He lets out a wry laugh at her poor attempts to change the subject, but he still entertains it.

“Yeah. It was pretty hard”

“I got a B plus” she shrugs and sits herself next to him on the piano bench.

“Good for you.” Several moments of awkward silence. “Where’s your boyfriend? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.” Being this close to him, she can smell not only the alcohol on his breath, but his cologne too.

“Um…” she takes a long pause. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry”

“It’s fine”

“When did it happen?” He asks, seeming to almost actually care about her answer. Tristin turns to her, finally meeting her eyes for the first time all night.

“Last night”

“Damn. Well, if it makes you feel any better I don’t think me and summer are together anymore. We can both be single and bitter together.” He chuckles and Rory catches herself laughing along with him.

“Are you guys gonna..get back together or whatever?” And there’s that dry dismissiveness that she knows so well.

“He made his decision pretty clear. What about you and summer?”

“Same here.” He takes another sit from his drink, finishing it and sitting the empty cup back on top of the piano.

“I didn’t know you drink.” She breaks the silence with a question. A dumb one at that.

“I don’t.” And that answer tells her everything she needs to know. He’s more heartbroken than he’s willing to let himself admit.

“Why are you here?” He looks at her. Really looks at her. His baby blues burning into her eyes. It’s like he’s trying to look into her soul.

“I didn’t want to be sad about dean, so u thought it’d be a good idea to come to a party with my friend, Lane. She’s out there dancing with a guy so I-“

“No. I meant why are you here. With me.”

“I heard the piano and thought someone was having a stroke or something and fell on it.”

“That bad?” He laughs a little. An actual laugh for the first time in forever.

“Oh, you’re awful.” She giggles.

“So, you’ve just been wandering around since your friend went off with that guy?”

“Well, no. I was reading when u heard you and summer arguing and-“

“You were reading? At a party?”

“Yes.” She blinks at him, confused.

“You found a book, sat down, and read it?”

“No. I brought my book with me”

“You’re…odd”

“Gee, thanks”

“Why’d you and dean break up?”

“Long story, trust me you don’t wanna know”

“Oh god. What’d he do?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing. He broke up with me.”

Rory looks down at her shoes, not wanting to relive her very first heartbreak.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot. I never really liked him.”

Her eyes go wide at his sudden kindness. Or, what would be seen as kindness in his own odd little way.

“You never really liked me all that much either.”

“What makes you think that?”

He tilts his head in what could’ve been mistaken as genuine curiosity.

“I could’ve sworn you hated me.”

“Rory.”

The way he says her name makes her face heat up in a way she didn’t know was possible. A way that dean never did. A way that makes her feel an entirely new way.

“I don’t hate you. You’re smart, pretty, you’re funny. You’re a little weird, but in a good way.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“ I do have eyes. Who wouldn’t?”

“Oh…”

“What?” His entire demeanor changes to something apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me”

“No, it’s okay.” She’s says in a low voice. A voice she’s never heard herself use before. “You’re not too bad looking yourself”

He doesn’t say anything. He just…looks at her. His eyes her low and a little bloodshot from the liquor. Before she knows what’s fully happening, he kisses her.

He kisses her.

And she doesn’t pull away.

He kisses her, and she kisses him back. She can taste the alcohol on his tongue, and it makes her head a little foggy. Her thoughts are completely scrambled. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she can’t stop either.

“Rory.” He groans, pulling her closer. She can tell he wants to do more than kiss her, but he keeps his hands off of her out of respect for her boundaries. But as soon as she put her arms over his around his neck, his hands are on her upper waist just as fast.

Without her realizing, she’s in his lap now, and the kiss is deeper. Hungry. Like he’s been wanting this for a long, long time. He bites her little a little bit and it pulls a noise out of her that he just might do anything to hear it again.

He stands up, picking her up like she weights nothing and setting her down on the piano. He starts to move his hand from her knee to the hem of her dress and she shudders at the feeling, but she doesn’t stop him.

She doesn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly, he pulls away. He lets out a desperate sound at the sight before him. The look in her eyes, her flushed face and unsteady breathing makes him wish he never took his mouth off of hers.

He shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not now. And most certainly not with her. She’s so good. So sweet, so cute so fucking nice. He just wants to see how far he can take this. What she would look like sprawled out over the piano. Bare and begging for him. He twitches at the thought and the parting of her lips lets him know that she felt it.

Shit.

Her mind is in the same place. And she doesn’t know why. She’s looking at him with her big doe eyes and she’s loving what she sees. His pupils are so big she can hardly see the color in them anymore. His breathing is heavy and she can almost hear what he’s thinking. God, she wants him to-

“Rory!?”

Lane. She’s looking for Rory.

She quickly fixes her skirt, and with his help she hops down from the piano.

“Sorry.” She mutters as she looks around to find her purse.

“It’s fine.”

“This- this wasn’t- it was just..”

“A one time thing?” He gives her a lazy smirk that makes her want to kiss him again.

She turns his direction, intending to respond, only to see him holding the strap of her bag, dangling it like a carrot for a bunny rabbit.

Huh, Rory the bunny. That has a nice ring to it, he thinks. She quickly grabs her purse and heads towards the door without so much as a goodbye.

And there tristin is once more. Alone. But he’s happier now. It could be the buzz he got from the punch. It could be the sudden rash behavior that’s uncommon in Rory. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. All he knows for sure is that he wants her. Bad. Worse than he did before.

Lane gives Rory an odd look. Under pressure, Rory blurts out. “What?”

“You look weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have that look on your face” Lane squints, pushing her glasses up.

“What look?” Rory doesn’t realize how guilty she sounds until the words leave her mouth, too late to take them back.

“That look that says you were just doing something you had no business doing. Like you got caught”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Rory shrugs and makes her way to the door as fast as she can and Lane is already asking her a world of questions.