#the sugar we're going down bracelet

[pencilofawesomeness]

from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee

I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Sunshine follows with Sunfall PT.8

Warnings: Talks of birth and pregnancy, alcohol(whiskey), suggestive content, lots of timeskips.

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Today is Judith's birthday!!!

~☆~

It's October 27th, Judith's seventh birthday.

Seven years ago, you went into labor at 1:23AM and finally delivered her at 3:07AM.

You silently made your way into her room, flicking off the projector nightlight. You turn towards her small bed, smiling to yourself as you sit on the side, leaning behind her. You smoothed your hand over her dark hair. "Judy Jayne," you sang her nickname softly. "Time to wake up, birthday girl."

She stirred, pouting since she's not a morning person, but a smile grew on her face when she opened her eyes and looked at you, excited because of her birthday.

"Good morning!" You grinned.

"Good morning, Mommy." Her voice wasn't as upbeat as yours, but that was just the morning grogginess.

You hummed a soft tune to her and smoothed down her hair one last time before helping her out of bed, not caring about tidying the orange sheets. The two of you walked into the kitchen, and you helped her up onto the elevated seats that go to the breakfast bar. You then put a plate in front of her, French toast strips with some orange slices, and sausage.

"Thank you, Mommy!" She squeals, watching you put syrup and powdered sugar on her cut-up French toast.

"You are so very welcome." You rounded the counter and kissed her head. "I have some gifts."

"Really?!" Judith asked excitedly, acting as if she didn't get gifts every year on her birthday.

"Yes." You laughed slightly, walking into the living room, only to come back with some gifts in your arms. Periwinkle scurried into the kitchen after you, almost as if he wanted to see Judith's gifts as well.

You placed a Hello Kitty stuffed animal on the bar, watching as Judith smiled widely. Then you placed a bracelet making kit down.

"Thank you, Mommy!" Judith thanked you again, reaching her arms out for a hug.

You wrapped your arms around her smaller body. "Of course, my girl!"

"Hurry up and eat! We're gonna have a big party with all of your uncles, grandpa, and all your friends, remember?"

Judith nodded and quickly went back to her breakfast, eyeing her gifts with a smile as she ate.

×××

Your keys jiggled in door to your apartment, opening up easily. Judith sang loudly to herself as she carried a gift bag over to the couch. You yourself carried a two more.

You locked the front door behind the two of you, placing two bigger bags on the floor next to the couch. You walked over to the archway to the kitchen, going to turn on the light, but you jump as soon as your eyes land on a large body. "Oh my God!"

The person laughed, causing Judith to run in, instantly hearing the sound of her father's laughter. "Daddy!"

"Hey, Sunshine." He groaned a little as he bent to pick her up. Her little arms and legs went around him as she clung to him. "Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you, Daddy!" She smiled.

"I made the two of you dinner." He looked at you. "Hopefully, you guys aren't too full from your party."

You smiled and shook your head. "Don't worry."

Jason nodded and looked back at the girl in his arms. "It's your favorite."

"Chicken Alfred!" Both Jason and you laugh from her mispronunciation of 'Chicken Alfredo'.

Jason carried her back into the living room to set her down, and you took it upon yourself to plate the alfred he had in a tupperware container. It's still warm.

You grab three plates and three forks, one of them being a children's fork.

Just as you're pouring some drinks, Jason comes back into the kitchen. "Actually, I have a little something for you and I.... you know, to celebrate the fact that we made a life."

"Oh no." You laughed a little, wondering what Jason could have brought.

He stands next to you, reaching into the bag he brought as it sits on the counter. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, smirking before pulling out what he had. An expensive bottle of whiskey.

"I don't know if you drink or not... but..."

You roll your eyes and smile, picking up Judith's plate and drink. "Go grab some whiskey glasses."

And with that, you walk back into the living room.

You could indulge tonight.

×××

After Judith went to bed, Jason and you stood in the kitchen, talking about anything really.

The two of you had drinks in your hands, both of you honestly a little tipsy.

"There's a dollhouse in my car that I need help with getting out." You tell him about one of Judith's gifts and he offers to help you out with it tomorrow night, meaning he'll come back soon.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, no longer awkward for some reason. Maybe it's the alcohol?

"Remember when you outgrew your clothes and had to wear mine until we bought you some more?" Jason asks, chuckling as he holds his glass to his lips.

You laugh and nod. "Yeah, I was so big."

Jason looks at you wistfully, speaking with a newfound softness in his voice. "You were really cute with the belly."

You stare back at him and smile slightly. "Thank you. Thank you for Judith."

Jason's gaze is so intense. He was hanging on to every word you spoke, listening to you like you're guiding him to the garden of Eden. "No. Thank you for actually making and birthing her."

He was so close that you could smell the familiar scent that used to linger around your shared home, the scent you used to smell when you'd hug and cuddle up to him.

Tobacco, gunpowder, leather, something earthy, something sweet, and a spritz of a generic men's cologne.

But something was different.

He also smelled like your home. Fresh linen and lavender. Something so small, yet so big to you.

Maybe it's the familiarity. Maybe it's just him. But somehow, you ended up pressed against the counter, kissing him for the first time in years.

A part of you wanted to slap yourself for kissing the man who left you and your daughter for an entire year, yet another part of you could burst out crying from how much you've missed this. When Jason and you split, pieces of your hearts died. Now, it feels as if you are both healing each other.

He had set down his whiskey glass, now running his hands up and down your torso as the intensity grew with the passage kiss. Your arms made their way around his neck and you put your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands.

Jason broke away from the kiss so that he could trail more down to your neck, getting a mixture of both of your spit onto your skin.

"Relax, we're not trying to make another kid." You pant, making Jason chuckle.

He trailed his kisses back up your neck, to your jaw, to your chin, but not to your lips.

The two of you looked into each other's eyes, sensing the yearning and desperation.

You both knew how this night would end.

~☆~

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[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 8)

This one is sort of weird but bare with me

I've had this idea for a while but I finally wrote it last night in a fit of mania

With her success on the day before, Hazel wanted to treat herself. She called up her group of friends, who she called "her girls", and asked if they wanted to go out and hit the town. She dressed herself in a sparkly pink corset top with a sparkly silver skirt that was almost skin tight. She paired it with white heels, a silver chain necklace, and a white headband. She left her hair as it usually was, but decided to do a very light face of makeup. She only wore a light coat of foundation, mild blush, some mascara, and lip gloss. A honk was heard outside as her friends pulled up. She grabbed a small white mini purse and headed out the door. As she walked up to the car, the girls were cheering her on. She did a little dance before she got in, and they all laughed.

In the car were two other girls. In the driver's seat was Lia, Hazel's best friend. She had blue eyes and long brown curly hair that was tied up in a messy bun held up by a shiny grey scrunchy. She wore a shiny pastel purple body-con dress with loose thigh high white heeled boots. She also wore a silver bracelet around her wrist. Next to her was Katie, a blonde girl with long curled hair and brown eyes. She wore a light blue crop top with one long sleeve over her right shoulder, her other arm was uncovered. She wore a tight black mini skirt with black ankle height heeled boots.

Hazel scooted in the back seat of the car. Lia and Katie looked back at her. "Lookin' good, girl," Lia cheered. Hazel tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. "You two look great as well," she responded.

"Sooo," Katie teased, "how's your boooyfriend?"

Hazel covered her face with her hands. "Stooop. He's not my boyfriend."

Lia and Katie looked at her with mischievous smiles.

"Not yet, at least," Hazel continued. They all giggled.

"So, what happened," Lia asked, "did you go on another date?"

"Not really," Hazel shrugged. "I took a huge order and catered the studio. He helped me deliver it and all."

"Seriously?" Katie chimed in, "that's all that happened?"

"Uh, I wasn't finished. Everybody came over and grabbed their coffees. I forgot to ring the order up, so I wasn't sure what they owed. So, he took me into his dressing room-"

"Oooooou," both of the girls teased.

"And," Hazel rolled her eyes, "paid me."

"Uh huh, yeah," Lia laughed, "and how did he pay you?"

Hazel took $400 cash out of her purse. "Drinks are on me, tonight."

"So... Nothing happened in the dressing room," Katie asked.

"No... Not yet at least." The three of them laughed.

"Hazel's got a celebrity sugar daddy," Lia exclaimed.

"What? You jealous?" Hazel crossed her arms and smiled.

"Yeah, kind of!" Lia laughed.

"He walked me out since I couldn't remember how to get out of there. The place is huge! But, I squeezed the air out of him with a hug and said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek."

"Ooouu," the two girls cheered.

"I swear, he almost melted. He was completely red-faced."

"So," Lia went on, "when do we get to meet him, huh?"

"It's too soon. I mean, we haven't even gone on a second date, yet. He's been working like crazy. He was on overtime all last week."

"Sheesh," Katie added.

"Anyways, where we going?"

"We're heading a bar called 'The Glass' in The Pig City," Lia said.

"Oh, I've heard of that place," Hazel responded as she buckled up. "Let's go!"

-

They pulled up to an area of The Pig City that was called "The Hot Spot". It was where most of the bars and night clubs were. It was a surprisingly safe area. However, it was a very crowded at night. The girls couldn't find any parking nearby, so they found a spot down the street and around the corner. They got out of the car, and Lia locked it as they walked off. They walked in a group, all holding their purses tightly. They made small talk with each other. It had been a while since they last saw each other, so they had a bit to catch up on. As they turned the corner, there was a group of three men outside of the bar. One of them was a young pig, probably around 22 or 23 years old. He had a relatively stout build. The other man was a humanoid like Hazel and the girls. He had ginger curly hair that was covered with a beanie, and a medium length beard. And the third was turned around, so they couldn't quite see him. They looked at each other as they clutched their purses tightly. The pig waved at them, "Sorry, girls, we're not gonna hurt you. I'm just babysitting these two drunks." The other two boys laughed. The third boy finally turned around.

"Theodore?!" Hazel exclaimed.

It was him. His face lit up as he saw her.

The pig put his hand on The Noise's shoulder and pointed at her, "You know her? Or is that just a fan?"

He wobbled and patted the pig's hand. "Nah, nah, nah," he slurred his words as he talked, "that's Hazel. She's cool."

Hazel held her arms out and walked over to him. He stumbled over and plopped into a hug with her. "Hiii," his words were muffled as his face was buried deep in her shoulder.

"Hey," she rubbed his back before she pulled away from the hug. "What're you doing here?"

"Gettin' drunk." He laughed as he took a few steps back.

"I think you're already there."

"Eehhh, a little bit. Heh heh."

Katie and Lia looked at each other and smiled. The boys watched to make sure Theodore didn't do anything stupid.

"You're pretty," Theo said. "You look real pretty." He pointed at her and gave a crooked smile.

Hazel giggled. "Stop."

"No, seriously. Even when you're not dressed up like that. I mean, man... Now that I'm lookin' straight... Damn." He bit his lip. Hazel smiled and shrugged her shoulder.

"Noise!" The pig yelled at him.

"What?" Theo turned around and put his arms out. "I'm bein' nice!"

"Yer creepin' her out!"

"No, it's okay," Hazel shouted back. "He's fine. We know each other."

"Yeah, see, I told you!" Theo turned back to her. He stumbled a bit as he lost his balance. He grabbed her shoulders so he didn't fall.

"Whoa!" She grabbed his waist to keep him from falling. The girls behind her chuckled. Theo and Hazel looked at each other then laughed. He stood back up and took his hand off her shoulders.

"Sorry," he giggled. "I had like seven shots of," he hiccuped, "tequila. And then, like... three more." He laughed again.

"Yeesh," Hazel responded, "you're off your ass aren't you?"

"Nnnaaahh, I'm good." He waved his hand in a dismissal gesture. "I mean, I definitely shouldn't drive."

"So, you admit it," Hazel teased him and poked his chest.

"Nuh, I admit to nothin'!" He stumbled a little.

She grabbed his shoulders and straightened him out. "You got it?"

"I think so, but lemme test somethin'." He flopped over into a hug again.

She let out a playful scream and laughed. "I can't hold you up!"

He started walking into her with his arms wrapped around her. "You-" he hiccuped. "You got it, you got it."

She pushed into him, still laughing. "Stop it! Get off!"

He stopped walking into her but didn't let go. Instead, he let out a soft groan into her shoulder. "Mmmph... I like you."

Hazel's eyes grew wide, and she blushed.

"NOISE," the pig yelled again. "Get off of her!"

Theodore turned around quickly, keeping one of his hands on her shoulder. "I'M BEING NICE!!

"You're overwhelming her," the pig scolded him. "She doesn't even know you like that!"

"Yes she does!" He pointed at him and shouted. "Yes she does..." He turned to Hazel and put his hands on her upper arms. He smiled. "Right?"

She looked him in the eyes and smiled. "Right."

They made eye contact for a brief minute. He bit his lip and winked. She blushed. The pig came over and grabbed Noise by the hood. "Come on, asshole," he said, "let's go. You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" They argued as they walked away.

"Yes, you are!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Fuck you mean, 'nuh-uh'? You're off your ass!"

"I just shouldn't drive," he hiccuped.

"Shut up! Let's go!"

Theo turned around and waved goodbye to Hazel with a smile. She waved back and laughed as he stumbled to his knees.

"Damn it, Noise, get up!"

Theo laughed hysterically as he rolled onto his back. Hazel and the other girls chuckled at his antics. The pig helped him up, but Theo kicked and thrashed.

"Get in the car!" The pig shouted. The other boy got into the car willingly. The pig tried the push Theodore into the car, but he was pushing back.

"I don't wanna!"

"Get in the fucking car!"

"I DON'T WANNA!"

Hazel ran over, giggling. "Let me help," she whispered. The pig smiled.

"Thanks," he spoke. "You get the legs, I'll get the arms. Ready?"

She nodded. She sweeped Theo's legs up as the pig grabbed his arms. He let out a silly shriek as they shoved him in the car. He was laughing and squirming. "No-ho! Let go of meeee!" Hazel also laughed. Seeing him like that was hilarious! The two managed to get him into the car and closed the door.

"Thank you," the pig shook her hand. "Sorry if he made you uncomfortable. He's an idiot."

"Oh, please," she waved her hand in dismissal. "I know how he is. He was touchy, but I can't say it bothered me." She chuckled.

The pig sighed. "Anyways, I gotta get these assholes home before one of them pukes in my car."

The pig got into the car and drove off. Hazel turned around. The girls were behind her. Their arms were crossed, and they were smiling wide. Hazel blushed and laughed. Lia raised her brows. "He was all over you," she exclaimed.

Hazel rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, heh... He's not usually like that."

"He totally likes you," Katie teased.

"Aaaahhh," Hazel squealed, "I know!"

"When ya gonna kiss him," Lia chuckled.

"Shush!!"

"Come oooon," Lia nudged her shoulder as they walked into the bar. "Next time you go on a date, KISS HIM!"

"No! I can't!"

"Why not? He's super into you!" Katie chimed in.

"I don't wanna ruin it!"

"Hazel," Lia stopped and put her hand on her own chest. "We all saw him bite his lip and wink at you. He. Likes. You. A LOT. And you like him, too, right?"

"Of course, I do!"

Lia put her hands on Hazel's shoulders and shook her gently. "THEN. KISS. HIM."

Hazel brushed Lia off her. "Okay, okay! I'll kiss him."

Lia cheered and high-fived Katie. "Now, let's drink!"

-

The next morning, Hazel woke up feeling okay. She didn't get super wasted as to not get a hangover. She was a tiny bit groggy, though. She went over to her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Shortly after, her cellphone started to ring. She sluggishly walked over to it and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Theo..."

"Oh, hey!"

"Look, I just want to apologize for anything I did last night."

"Huh? Wait, what?"

"That was you I saw last night, wasn't it?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry, I acted like a complete idiot."

"No, you didn't! I mean, you kinda did when we were trying to get you into the car."

"James, that pig guy I was with, told me that I was all over you, and I am so fucking sorry."

"Don't apologize! You were fine!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't remember all of it. I remember hugging you a couple times..."

"You did a bit more than hug me."

"Oh, fuck, I-"

"No, no, you were, like, leaning all of your weight into me. You wanted me to hold you up. It was funny!" She laughed.

He sighed. "Look, I just... I feel so embarrassed. If I did or said anything that made you uncomfortable last night, I am so, so fucking sorry."

"Alright, fine, fine. Just to make you feel better, I'll accept your apology. But trust me, you didn't do anything out of hand."

"Good, good..."

She giggled.

"Ugh..." He moaned, "I'm gonna let you go and probably try to go back to sleep. I am hung the fuck over."

"Okay, that's fine. Get some water first."

"I already have some beside me."

"Okay, good. Now go to bed."

"Alright. Goodnight... or good morning... or whenever it is."

She chuckled. "Goodnight, Theodore."

Theodore hung up and groaned. He had a massive headache. His body hurt just to move. He definitely got way too drunk last night. Despite apologizing to Hazel, he still felt incredibly ashamed. He felt like he almost ruined it with his drunken behavior. His friend made it seem like he was harassing her, and to the blind eye, it probably looked like it. But he had something special with her, even though they didn't know each other for very long. He could just feel it. He still got butterflies in his stomach when he thought about her or talked to her... Or maybe he was just hung over and about to vomit. Or both.

[onyxbird]

I Am the Greatest Date-Planner in This Apartment

Summary: Eliot wins date night after he gets a recommendation of a sci-fi movie his “geeky friend” might enjoy and gets carried away with a movie evening complete with a themed meal. Fortunately, despite all Eliot's fears to the contrary, both of his partners are just the type of people to appreciate those elaborate efforts.

AO3 link here.

...

The first time Eliot Spencer really knocked “date night” out of the park, it wasn't even his idea.

The old army buddy he'd helped out a few weekends before had managed to draw out some (carefully vague) information about Eliot's current colleagues, including his geeky “friend” who was always into a new video game or superhero that Eliot knew nothing about, and he'd left Eliot with a suggestion. It took a few weeks to implement, not because the film was hard to obtain, but mostly because Eliot kept second-guessing his choice.

What if Eliot hated it as much as Hardison's comic-book movies? What if Hardison hated it? What if Parker was bored? What if they thought the themed dinner was stupid?

Eliot restlessly double-checked the array of toppings laid out on the counter against his mental list. Baked potatoes were almost done—they'd be ready by the time Parker and Hardison were scheduled to arrive.

Dessert would feature little pouches of freeze-dried ice cream, because Parker would expect it, alongside the main feature: a tiramisu dusted with red cocoa powder and garnished with carefully spaced upright sprigs of mint. A variety of homemade chocolate truffles, formed in silicone molds that were the one thing Eliot had to order for this project, completed the dessert assortment.

He'd been wrestling with himself about the truffles all week. They were important, because he wasn't sure how much his sugar-loving partners would love the tiramisu, but also terrifying, because they were, by far, the most overt theming of the entire meal.

The loaded baked potatoes could be justified as just a good, hearty, simple meal; the tiramisu was classic; the ice cream was a low-effort token to Parker's quirks. But there was no hand-waving the truffles.

He glanced at the clock again. No more than 90 seconds had passed.

At this rate, he might not survive the wait to die of embarrassment.

…

Parker and Hardison arrived at the appointed time, on the dot.

Eliot didn't mention that he'd seen them park Lucille 17 minutes ago, or that he'd watched them emerge 5 minutes ago for the less than 90-second walk up to his apartment.

In the absence of any information except for “dinner and movie night,” Hardison had hedged his bets on formality: Nice jeans, a dark gray sports coat, and a blue button down featuring a subtle pattern of tiny TARDISes. Parker, on the other hand, had simply topped a typical head-to-toe black ensemble with an unbuttoned royal-blue shirt. A very familiar one.

“…Is that my shirt?”

“Yup!” said Parker, cheerfully.

“Parker, I was looking for that!” (Technically, turning his closet inside-out wondering how the evening was already going wrong.)

“Oh.” She considered, tugging absently at the bottom hem. “Do you want to trade?”

“No, I don't want to—! Why do you have my clothes?!”

“We're having a date. I wanted to look nice.”

“Which you both do,” interjected Hardison firmly, pausing to rake his eyes conspicuously over Eliot's own dark-red button down and jeans and lingering on the larger-than-usual collection of bracelets on his left wrist. “So, uh, can we come in, or are we banned on grounds of clothes-stealing? Which, for the record, I have not participated in. I am wearing all my own clothes, which you can probably tell by the fact that they fit my long-ass body and have TARDISes on them.”

Eliot belatedly stepped back to allow them into the apartment.

“These are for you,” said Parker, shoving a bouquet of a half-dozen red roses and as many stalks of orange and yellow snapdragons into his hands.

Eliot's brain stopped functioning for the second time since he'd opened the door.

“Uh…”

Parker frowned at his lack of response and elbowed Hardison sharply in the ribs, eliciting an “ow!”: “You said adding the snapdragons would be fine. Maybe we should have stuck with traditional.”

“I don't think it's the snapdragons, babe. Give him a minute.”

Eliot figured out how to form words again, blinking rapidly. “Thanks, Parker. These are nice.” He stared at the flowers, aware that there had to be a next step he was blanking on.

“You got a vase or something we can put those in for you?” said Hardison, with the very deliberate sincerity characteristic of him either grifting or trying not to laugh. “Don't want to interrupt…” He gestured vaguely at the apartment. “…whatever it is you're preparing for the evening.”

“Right! I, uh…” Eliot moved towards the kitchen on autopilot, trailed by the others. He didn't think he had an actual vase—that wasn't something that generally came up for him—but a quick rummage in the cupboard produced a weizen glass as a passable substitute.

Parker and Hardison eyed the baked potato fixings as Eliot's brain scraped together the remnants of his thoroughly derailed explanation, acutely aware of the heat crawling up his face. This wasn't how the evening was supposed to go.

“So, we've got, uh, baked potatoes for dinner that you can fix however you like.”

Why had he thought this was a good idea?

“I thought we could eat while we watch the movie. It's all set up in the living room. There's dessert, too, that I was going to put out in the living room when we're ready so you can help yourselves without having to stop the movie…”

Maybe he could cut his losses and just not pull out the ice cream and the truffles? But then he had nothing as backup if Parker or Hardison didn't like the tiramisu, and just baked potatoes and tiramisu was kind of a skimpy as a date-night dinner—

“Sounds great!” said Hardison, as Parker made concurring noises. “What's the movie?”

“Well… we have options. We can watch whatever you guys want! I got one that sounded like you might like it from what I'd heard, but if you don't like it or have already seen it, that's—”

The others exchanged glances.

“OK,” Parker broke in, “but what is the movie you picked?”

“…It's called The Martian.”

Parker's head tilted quizzically without recognition, but Hardison's eyes widened.

“You got us The Martian to watch?! That's—Wait, is that why we're having potatoes? Did you theme dinner? Oh my god.” Hardison's voice caught. “Oh my god, I can't wait to see dessert. I don't even know what that would be for The Martian.”

“Oh, I, uh…” None of Eliot's planning had accounted for an actual enthusiastic reaction. “I'll get it out, then. Why don't y'all fix your potatoes?”

He'd just finished placing the plate of truffles and the packets of “astronaut ice cream” on either side of the tiramisu when Hardison and Parker emerged with their plates. Parker leaned over to study the spread avidly, nimble fingers scooping up an ice cream packet. “Hmm, not a little-green-man Martian, then?”

“That's—” Hardison eyes were fixed on the red-cocoa-covered tiramisu. “That's the Martian potato field.”

Eliot gave a hesitant nod.

“And—” He took a closer look at the truffles. “Are those Mars rover chocolates?”

Eliot shrugged sheepishly.

“And freeze-dried ice cream. Freeze-dried space ice cream! I would not have dared to bring such an item into your kitchen.”

“If we're gonna watch an astronaut movie, then Parker was gonna want—”

Eliot's explanation was cut off by a tight hug.

“This is amazing, man. I can't believe you did all this.”

Eliot slowly sagged into the embrace, still reeling from the fact that this had actually worked.

After a moment, they were interrupted by a gentle poke to each of their ribcages.

“Hey,” said Parker, “Eliot, go get your food. I want to actually watch the movie so I know what all of this food is about.”

[charxthekoopaking]

Heads up this is after Vander becomes warwick when warwick is mentioned

Warwick: I haven't seen Vi and Jinx for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Vi and Jinx running after it in a panic. Warwick doesn't look outside at all.*

Warwick: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

Warwick: I hope you have an explanation for this.

Vi: We have three actually-

Jinx: Pick your favorite.

Vi, to Powder: If you see Mylo, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Vi: He'll know what it means.

*later*

Powder: oh, and Vi said to give you a message.

Powder: *makes a neutral face*

Mylo: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Warwick: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Vi: It's kind of complicated, but Jinx-

Warwick: Got it. Forget I asked.

Jayce: Regular soda is too sweet!

Vi: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Jayce: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY!

Vi: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Jayce: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Vi: I'm going to physically attack you.

Jayce: Which is better, Caitlyn?

Caitlyn: Oh, I usually drink water!

Vi: Wha- NO!

Jayce: DISGUSTING!

Jinx: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Ekko, used to Jinx being dumb: Sure...

Jinx: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Ekko: Okay?

Jinx: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Ekko:

Jinx: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Ekko: Jesus, that one is a little-

Seraphine, interested: No, no, Jinx, keep going.

Caitlyn: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.

Vi: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.

Jinx: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Vi: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Ekko: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Jinx: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Seraphine I just think she's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her.

*Later that night*

Jinx, very much awake: Uh oh.

Jinx, watching power lines fall down: Vi, Warwick! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!

Vi: What would Warwick think?

Jinx: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told him?

Silco: Okay, what does A stand for?

Jinx: Arson.

Silco: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Jinx: Barson.

Sevika: *laughter*

Silco: What stands for C?

Jinx: Commit arson.

Sevika: Oooo.

Silco: D!

Jinx: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Sevika: *more laughter*

Vi: Caitlyn won’t come out of her room!

Jayce: Just tell her I said something.

Vi: Like what?

Jayce: Anything factually incorrect.

Vi, shrugging: If you say so.

Caitlyn, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Jinx: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship.

Ekko: These are handcuffs.

Jinx: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Jinx: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Seraphine: What the hell!?

Jinx: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Jinx, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Seraphine, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

[cowshampoo]

I don't know which of my mutuals are comfortable with it but I'm making a post for y'all right now to express my appreciation in a silly way and if you don't like it tell me how I can express it for you otherwise. Let me learn yalls love languages and let me love you.

Anyways here goes. (this got way too long so I'm putting it under the cut)

Mutuals, I am kissing you on the mouth (silly). I'm in love with you. We are going to the grocery/convenience store and buying candy and snacks and stuff. I'm making you dinner. I'm playing with your hair and giving you hugs. We are cuddling under a heated weighted blanket. We are baking cookies. You have eggs and sugar and fuzz in your hair and I pick it out like monkeys do with bugs. I'm giving you a blanket or my hoodie when you're cold. We're both too tired to cook so I'll trim the chicken and chop the veggies and you do the seasoning and the oven. We're trading life stories and getting high. We play with our OCs like dolls and watch cartoons or shitty TV. We sing along to old rock songs and sit in silence. We gush over our cute pets and plants you tell me which fictional character you want to screw the most. We make our own constellations with a bag of old glow-in-the-dark stars we found in the basement. We make stories about those constellations. We're dancing silly whiteboy bad style. We're battling with nerf guns and lightsabers. We put on noise cancelling headphones when the noisy ass cars are dragging down the street. We find the neighbor's outdoor cat (he escaped again) and pet him and take pictures. We're getting drunk and riding the bus home. Hopefully we don't get lost because we can't afford an uber. We go volunteering, maybe at the shelter, and we fantasize about adopting the animals that cling to us the most, or maybe the ones that are scared and hiding from us because we want them to not be scared anymore.

You're a mother struggling to get her stroller out the bus door so I pick up the other end to help you out. You thank me with a smile and I get back on the bus because this isn't my stop but I love you and your kid and your kid's otter stuffie. You're strangers to me.

We get heart-shaped swag glasses from the condom manufacturer's tent at the pride parade festival thing. We trade lipsticks and I do your eyebrows.

We go to an empty movie theatre and talk and dance and get separate popcorn because you always add too much butter.

I give you the yellow skittles because they're your favorite and my least favorite.

We go to a haunted house and you squeeze my hand when you get to scared and I make a joke to make it a little less scary.

I go through old jewelry boxes during spring cleaning and find a bracelet I know you would love. Maybe you don't wear it but you keep it anyways because you know I love you.

There's a hairdye stain on the shower curtain from when we got a little too wild. It won't come out in the wash and I'm glad.

I sew patches on your jacket and you buy me lunch.

You help me pack up my things. There's not enough room in my new apartment for all my stuffed animals. I give you my giant Squirtle because it's your favorite and I know you'll take good care of him.

You break your favorite coffee mug. I don't have real gold but I glue it back together and paint the seams with glitter kintsugi style. It won't hold water anymore so it sits on your desk holding your pens.

We go to the thrift store - I try on a silly hat and learn the hard way that the ribbon on it is held in place by sharp pins. It's cold out and we don't have gloves so I hold your hands and try to warm them up with my own. The bus is late and it's raining and cold so we wait in the 7/11 and hope the bus takes its time.

You're clawing your way out of a rough patch but your room is a disaster so I help you clean it. You're embarrassed by the sheer amount of instant food wrappers and dirty dishes on the floor but I don't mind.

You call me drunk because your date ditched you and you don't feel safe heading home alone. I pick you up with icecream and a movie and we watch it in our pajamas. You don't want to wash the makeup off your face so I bribe you with a fancy face scrub and we treat ourselves well for the night.

We play old videogames we've had for years that are only fun together. We go out stargazing. You're nervous about a date and I help you pick out an outfit and hype you up for it. If your partner doesn't treat you well I threaten to kick their ass even though we both know I'd lose in a fight. I might just do it anyways.

We go to the skatepark and I try to learn to skateboard. It's not going well. We mostly sit at the top of the ramp and talk. I tell you about a game you don't really like but I do and you tell me about a band I don't like but you do and we listen to each other. We disagree on things and we have our own opinions and we're people but we love each other and we talk nice and hanging out is fun.

I text you after months of not talking and we get coffee together. We're still friends and we're still in love.

I tell you that I'm in love with you and you know I mean it. I love you as a sibling, a friend, a stranger, a mentor. I love you and I want you to know that. I love you and I want to do all these things with you. I love you and I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. I love you and I'll love you tomorrow and I'll love you when we're strangers again.

I hope this makes sense. I'm rambling now. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm in love with things.

Remember that you love things, too. I think it helps.

[colleenmurphy]

It all started on a very normal evening out for drinks and dinner with her newest beau, a really sweet cop from Chicago that had dreamy blue eyes and a voice that could melt her brain into her shoes.

"So here I am half way down seventh and park just on my beat when I pull up and see this little girl, pigtails in ribbons, backpack too big for her pink sneakers the works. Then it dawns on me that it's the little girl that went missing four hours ago and her parents are frantic..."

Colleen was hanging onto his every word as he sipped his tequila and water and she occasionally drank her white wine. Then she smelled it...or them, rather. A noxious blend of cloying night jasmine and sickly honey mingled with mugwort and cedar capped off by bitter ivy and icy birch. To her it was gag inducing but it soon passed.

"I pull up along side her and ask her if she's lost 'cause she was walking all determined. Kinda like you.."

Biting his lip she resisted the urge to jump him right then and there. It had been many moons since Colleen had felt this spirit in this form. She felt a blush rise high in her cheeks as she drank deeply. Her time in Endor she'd felt it strongly only to be left well into the 1700s until he popped up again. But she digressed and turned her attention again from the annoying smell and back to Bill.

"She answered me with a tiny timid yes and she had these huge green eyes that just struck me and that's what pulled me into the search. I was well out of my way and technically on a different beat entirely. But I'd found her. I introduced myself and let her wear my hat and play with the buttons a little. But I really won her over when I hand delivered her to her mom on their front porch. Made me proud of myself that day. All the shit I did in my life, over there...that was a life away from what I did to get where I am now. I helped someone. I knew I was in the right line of work."

She smiled and again her ancient heart melted. Taking his hand in hers she traced his lifeline. Good and strong mount of Venus. Unbroken.

"You're awfully affection this evening, Col."

She smiled again before leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"It's Friday, I got paid and I'm with one of my all time favorite people."

"Ya mean besides Helene?"

A throaty laugh left him as he shook out a cigarette, something Colleen didn't quite approve of but couldn't fault him on since she herself had her own hand rolled cigarettes of a different variety in her purse. She'd already lit up I the ladies room to get her nerve up to even consider asking him about taking the next step she felt was right in their relationship.

"Yes. What was what drink you were trying to get me to try?"

"Oh it was a margarita...little different than what you're used to, babe. Aren't you Miss Colly Safety usually? You sure you want to mix your wine with liquor?"

Yes, he knew her very well, almost too well. But now was her turn to surprise him.

"I'm feeling a bit wild this evening. We don't have to be up early and we're booked for the Keys tomorrow evening. Helene's going to lose her mind when she sees the rental."

He stopped playing with the raven and triple moon charm on her bracelet.

"What if I told you it wasn't a rental?"

Their waitress came back over in a cloud of spun sugar sweetness of maraschino cherries and presumably spilled cheap vodka and Jasmine.

"Anything else for you two tonight? Dave in the back he can whip up somethin' quick if you've got a drive ahead of you."

"I'll have that margarita thingy..."

"Colleen you've never said 'thingy' in your life...are you sure?"

"Yes, I've had one glass of wine and it was paired with the usual crab cake and salad."

She was logical and practical but Bill had to admit that he was surprised.

"Ok, get your pen out Tammy...a double shot of silver tequila, a shot chambourd and Gran Mariner shaken over ice and garnished with the salt sugar rim and a lime."

A slow blink and a pop of her gum gave it away that Tammy was a touch impressed and jealous of Colleen and her taste in male company. As she walked away Colleen smelled it again. This time her stomach gave a lurch.

"I'll be right back."

"Ok, but the drinks are almost here."

Dashing off as fast as her feet could carry her towards the ladies room she bolted the door and made a fumble for her Tiger's Eye.

'Helene...do you feel it? Is it what I think it is?'

Colleen had been around for a very long time and she had grown to feel that nothing could frighten her these days. Until she felt the twinge of being hunted by whatever...no, whoever was giving off that god awful stench. A twinge of brimstone mingled now until it wafted away as quickly as it had come over. She stood there clutching her Tiger's Eye and shaking out a joint in there other. Slipping it onto her necklace chain she sighed and inhaled. Giving herself a good three minutes before breathing deeply and spraying herself down lightly with whatever was in her purse. Some aquatic and airy. Perfect. Walking back out she met his eyes and he shook head slightly as he chuckled.

"Did I miss something?"

"The other waitresses think there's a skunk out back, Col."

Biting her lip to stifle an equally embarrassed and amused snicker she blushed.

"Whoops..."

"Sorry about the wait...damn skunk must be back out there again by the dumpsters. Here's your drinks and your bill. Ya'll have a wonderful night."

"Cheers, Colly baby."

"Slainte, Liam."

A clink of glasses and a few sips and Colleen was feeling positively giddy. She had sipped from the fountain of youth for the sheer fun of it ( it's slightly carbonated and a tad salty with a tinge of Mangosteen if you really want to know ) and she had the privilege of partying in wine from many courts of many kings and nothing compared to the ambrosia that had graced her palate.

"Holy shit you've never made that sound before."

Opening her eyes she gave him a worried look that shifted to a flush of self awareness and the alcohol hitting her stomach. Liquid courage was starting to hit and she touched her necklace once more.

"Maybe you will...later."

She watched his eyes widen and a wolfish glimmer take hold. If the floor could have opened up she would have thrown herself in head first as she blew him a kiss.

"I said that aloud...hollyhocks and sunflower stalks.."

Cradling her head in her hands for a second she ended up laughing at herself. For the first time in ages. With him.

"You are literally the only person that talks in flowers when they're embarrassed and I love it."

"Only when truly and deeply embarrassed. But, at least I've got a nice little in onto the next subject."

Fiddling with her straw she sipped again. This time she was surprised to find a splash of grapefruit soda hitting her tongue. It was pleasant mind setter.

"I know your feelings on marriage after your divorce with Katherine and you know how my last relationship ended with Jeremy. But what about..

Her mother's voice rang out in her head.

'Every time you look at him you get lost in his eyes. I see what was, what could be and what will be. Just ask him.'

A flurry of activity hit as door the tavern opened in a whirl wind of rain and leaves. Helene's curls sprang out as she came in searching the place.

"Hey!"

Politely walking passed a few other couple she made her way over to their booth by the fish tank.

"I hate to break this up but...I've got bad news and good news. I'm an agent of change right now. Don't know what's got my tongue but this cat showed up and now I can't shut up. I'm too honest. Oooh..tequila!"

Taking a sip she pulled a face.

"Oohh. somebody's gonna feel that in the morning."

Bill chuckled as he finished his and took Colleen's hand.

"Oh, She's been dancing with the devil's lettuce, eh? Ok, here's my shot because she won't be blunt with you. You love her and she loves you. You know her knitty gritty past when it comes to love and you know she's into kinky shit. She's wild for and about you and you her. Colleen's at that age in a witch's life where babies are on the brain. Big time. She sees you she wants babies. Specifically your babies, k? We all know how you both are about walking the aisle again and I really don't know if she can..technically. But...yes, she wants to settle down and have a home with you. Buutt...here's where it turns like mega shit bad. We're being hunted. Someone's out there looking for Col and I and we need to skedaddle on out of here before they find us. I've got Mama Murphy on the case and Pops on it. How fast can you drive or should we let Col do it?"

"The smell!"

Bill to his credit was sitting there stone silent taking it in.

"Yep. So yes, let's get paid here and get to getting 'cause whatever it is is Big Mad and Big Bad. "

Helene wandered of towards the bar to ask about a to go cup of whatever that was that she just drank.

"This is the part where you run screaming for the hills, right?"

Tears had welled up in her eyes, partially from having her bubble burst in a big way. She and everyone that she loved and cared about were being hunted by something so god awful she couldn't put a face to the smell. But it was locked away so deep that could only mean something horrible.

"No...this is where I get you and your best friend, our best of honor, to our new home a bit sooner than expected. Which is good. We'll have time to talk about turning a third guest bedroom into a nursery...or something."

She smiled as she kissed him.

"Hey lovebirds! Let's get a move on, please! Paradise awaits us!"

[yamithediaperdork]

Life's not fair at the fair (Ben10)

With the benefit of hindsight, Ben would later reflect that everything that was about to happen to him could of all been avoided if the 10 year old brat had just cut back on the sugar, learned to watch where he was going and had just gotten a decent amount of sleep.

However like the saying goes, Hindsight was 20/20 and Ben hadn't been able to get more then maybe 2 hours sleep since the Tennyson's were parked outside of where a fair would be opening up in the morning AND him and Gwen had gotten special bracelets that would let them get all the snacks and play all the games and go on all the rides without having to keep getting tickets or pay. The bracelets hadn't been cheap either, but Max reasoned it was cheaper in the long run plus he'd done it as a bribe to keep the kids at the fair all day while he took a long needed nap in the rust bucket/had me time.

Because of his lack of sleep Gwen had gotten up before Ben to do a little nature exploring before the fair opened since it was by a park (Ben wouldn't of been interested anyways) and was coming back with a thermos fill of all natural water from a spring she had found and told Ben to stay out of it.

"Oh gee, gosh golly, I can't have any of your boring water and will just have to have juice and soda? whatever will I do?" Ben snarked, rolling his eyes as he finished his bowl of frosted covered chocolate bombs.

"Oh good, your cranky toddler mode and we're gonna be putting sugar in you. Do me a favor and explore on your own today." Gwen sighed, putting the thermos away under her bunk and going and washing up.

"What makes you think I'd wanna hang out with a nerd li-" Ben was saying when Max cut him off.

"none of that, I want you two to stick together!" he said. "Unless you want me to take the bracelets back and you can just use your own allowances."

Groans coming from both sides and putting the matter to rest, he got ready for a day to himself as Ben got changed out of his jammies and into his trademark outfit, and then the kids were off to the fair.

For the first half hour the pair actually had fun, riding a roller coaster and playing bumper cars but while Gwen was semi sensible and got just a few caramel apples, Ben was pigging out on cotton candy, the apple,s and ice cream fudge cars, getting fudge and bits of cotton candy stuck to his face.

"Ben, slow down, you know how that stuff gets you too hyper and then shoots right though you." Gwen said, rolling her eyes as he stopped at anther vendor, getting a triple scoop chocolate ice cream cone, and grabbing a napkin and pulling him over. "At least let me wipe your face!"

wiping at his face, Ben yelped and tried to pull away as nearby kids snickered looking at the pair.

"Hey! Buzz off! your not my mom! Last warning, buzz off!" Ben growled, trying to pull away but in his base form, pound for pound, Gwen was stronger then him and he couldn't get away.

At least, not without a distraction.

"If you would just wipe your own face this wouldn't be a is-" Gwen was saying, focusing on Ben's grubby face and thus missing his arm in action till it was too late.

and by too late that meant the brat had brought his ice cream cone in a over head arc and squished it on the top of her head, the cold making her let go of him as he pulled away.

"Ha! you were warned!" Ben laughed and snickered, then went from laughing to scared as Gwen gave him a glare that would of terrified ghost freak. "Uh..is it too late to say sorry?" He asked.

"Their gonna be finding pieces of you for a month!" Gwen growled wiping the cone and the ice cream off her head.

"and thats my cue to run."

Summoning every ounce of speed he had and having to dart around the other people at the fair, Ben didn't have time to even think about using the watch as with a roar Gwen chased after him. At some point during the chase she had found the time to scoop up a armful of tennis balls from a knock the bottles stand, Tossing them hard and making Ben change direction and twist and turn. It wouldn't be till he was forced out of the crowded fair area that Ben would realize that Gwen had diverted him away from the public with the throws, likely to use some sort of terrible spell or just to have no wittiness as she killed him.

'Jokes on her! with no one around I can go hero!' Ben thought, looking down at his wrist as he ran and starting to select Xcler8, risking a last glance behind him and seeing Gwen's eyes lighting up to show she was getting a spell ready.

The distraction caused him not to see that the root sticking out of the ground or the fact they were coming up to a gentle slope, two factors that had Ben tripped and rolling down the hill smacking the watch and somehow temporarily disabling it even as he tumbled into a nearby spring.

As Ben splashed in the water and pulled himself out Gwen skidded gentle down the slope and stopped at the bank, smirking as she looked down at Ben.. which was weird she he was now standing back up.

"Ok Ok! Uncle! don't..hurt..me.." Ben cried out, going to raise his arms up to defend himself when he noticed a few interesting facts.

One: His voice had gone higher pitch (not that he had the deepest voice to begin with) and had taken on a toddlerish tone to it.

Two: His t-shirt which normally stopped just above his elbows was now down to his wrists, and as he raised his arms..

Three: his limbs had gotten tiny!

Now Ben wasn't the smartest kid around, but even he could one and one together and get two.

"GWEN YOU BUTT! YOU USED A AR SPELL ON ME!?!" He cried out with all the fury his tiny body could muster and shook a fist even as she snickered and smirked.

It hadn't taken long for Gwen to decide just what to do with Ben for acting like a whinny little toddler, and the fact that she had in fact found a surviving off spring of the fountain of youth that they had run into earlier in the summer made the punishment she had in mind even easier.

The spell she had been about to cast had in fact been one to put a field around his watch before he could use it but that had become a moot point, or so she assumed as the now 4 at the oldish, though Gwen would put it more likely at three, Ben growled and slapped at the watch over and over, huffing and trying to jump up and down till his way oversized pants tripped him up and he did a spinning fall and ended up on his butt.

the dork's bottom lip trembled and then he was bawling and flopping around wailing about how this wasn't fair and for Gwen to undo the spell.

"Shhh It's ok Ben..there there..I'm here." she coo'ed kneeling down and hugging him, rubbing his back and using a spell to shrink his clothes to fit his new tiny form, though leaving room in the pants as she ballooned his undies out into a bulky diaper that was noticeable under the pants.

She of course toyed with telling Ben the truth about how he had been de-aged but then decided letting him think she controlled how long he was all small would be more fun.

'Plus with me having all that water I took to study..it's not like I don't control it in a way anyways.' Gwen mused as Ben started to calm down, then noticed the bulky diaper around his hips.

"Gweeeeennn! I don't need diapies!" Ben whined, starting to tear up again and she conjured up a pacifier, popping it in his mouth and smirking as his nursing instinct took over and he suckled on it.

"Hush little guy, we both know how many accidents you had last time you were this small, and this way we won't have to keep going back to the rust bucket every time you wet yourself." Gwen said reasonably, leaving out the part she could of just cleaned up any accidents he had in his pants.

Ben huffed and whined behind his paci, but it wasn't exactly like he had any room to argue, at least for the moment.

"Come on, I'll Carry you back up the slope and then we'll get back to the fair, I'll find you a nice Merry go round to ride." She promised and got a muffled whine from him as she picked him up in her arms and headed back.

As soon as he could Ben wiggled out of Gwen's arms, landing on his butt with a soft thud though he wasn't hurt due to the thickness of the stupid diaper she had put him in.

'Stupid Gwen thinking she's sooo smart! I should just unleash a massive poopie in the diaper and make her wipe my butt!' Ben fumed and batted away her hand as she went to help him get up.

then he pictured her laughing and pointing, teasing him about willingly using the diapers and dropped that idea.

'new plan, keep the diapers nice and clean and get some undies!' Ben thought as he struggled to get up to his feet.

he ended up having to get on all fours, then pushing himself up onto his feet as Gwen snickered and watched.

"Oh man, I totally should of recorded that. bet you would get like a million likes on YouTube." She giggled.

"Your not funny." Ben huffed and then waddled along side of her towards the fair, having to race to keep up with her casual stroll due to his tiny legs and massive diaper butt. "It's not a race!" he whined.

"Yes it is, and your losing." Gwen teased but slowed down, offering him her hand. "Come on, I wanna make sure you stay close to me. the fair can be scary for little guys like you."

"I'm NOT holding your stupid hand! you likely got like, cooties or something." Ben said and blew a raspberry at her, not realizing just HOW immature he sounded.

"Righttt..if I did you would have them already from me holding you doofus." She pointed out rolling her eyes. "But ok, I won't make you hold my hand, but you better stay close to me or else."

"Or else what? What could you POSSIBLY do that's worse then this!?!" Ben huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh don't tempt me..but actually I was going to say I'll put you on a toddler leash if I have to." Gwen said, about to comment how Ben could of been rocking a frilly pink dress or just be in diapers but she wasn't completely heartless.

"..Whatever." Ben huffed and they walked back into the fair, with Ben staying close to Gwen.

Thankfully the disturbance that the two had caused had largely been forgotten about and no one asked any questions about how Ben had suddenly gotten so small. the big downside though for Gwen was that Ben being all tiny, she wasn't able to go on any of the big kid rides anymore since she couldn't just ditch him, and he was WAY too short to get on any of them.

That being said, she had her own ways of making fun and just as she had promised, she brought him over to the merry go round.

"You have GOT to be kidding me! that's for BABIES!" Ben whined and shook his head.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Gwen asked, getting anther raspberry.

"I'm NOT going to ride it and you can't make me!" Ben huffed and crossed his arms, plopping down on his butt and getting chuckles from surrounding kids and adults.

Never as it turned out lasted all of ten seconds as Gwen just reached down and picked him up under his arms, flashing her Bracelet to the guy working the ride and looking around the various animal choices got Ben seated on a large yellow duck, making sure to use the seat belts that the ride had (the owner didn't wanna get sued if some toddler fell off and brained himself) to get Ben snug and secure.

"I hope you know I hate you SO much right now." Ben growled as he glared at her.

"Aww, love you too little guy." Gwen said loudly for the sake of the crowd, giving his hair and ruffle and stepping back as the ride was getting ready to start.

watching Ben bob up and down and going from scowling and huffing to give out giggles and breaking into a smile, Gwen pulled out her cellphone and started to record as Ben really got into the ride..at least until he spotted Gwen recording him and started to have a total fit, messing with his seat belt and making the ride suddenly stop as he got it off and went to climb down.

as the other children whined and parents started to complain, Gwen rushed to grab Ben and get him out of there, apologizing to everyone for the bratty toddler.

Walking away from the Merry go round Gwen glared at Ben who had a huge smirk on his face now.

"Really Ben? you couldn't just shut up and behave for 5 minutes!?!" She snapped at him.

"Nope~ better just turn me back now before I go SUPER bratty. I've got a WHOLE bag of tricks up my sleeve." Ben said.

It was a bluff and Gwen knew it, but her tolerance for this little brat making threats had been reached and she decided it was time to take this punishment up to the next level.

Noticing a nearby dunk tank and the LONG line of kid's waiting to have a turn, Gwen started to work a little discrete magic. the first part was to enchant the target and the balls so that they would be naturally drawn to each other, anyone who went to use the first 15 or so tennis balls could of tossed them away from the target and it would of found a way to hit it. the second spell was a bit trickier but she had been planning something like this for awhile, just having the chance to make Ben do it while a little guy made it better, so she was able to link it so every time the target was hit, Ben would have to take a dump.

She'd only enchanted THAT many of them since she didn't wanna spend the whole day changing Ben but ironically, unaware to even her the effect WASN'T going to wear off and the balls would be recycled for use over and over.

"So, you gonna given in or do I have to start playing dirty?" Ben asked, right as the first of the enchanted balls hit the target.

Instantly the brat face went from a smug look to a open mouthed look of horror as he popped a squat and started to fill the seat of his diaper with SUPER loud farts, getting attention from everyone nearby.

"Ah geez, they should really make potty training mandatory for attendance.." groaned a goth teen, holding his nose even though the smell hadn't hit him yet.

"Damn and I thought I could let out a good one!" Chuckled a trucker.

"MOMMY!!" Cried out a five year old boy who was close, running to his mother who HAD gotten a whiff, though the noise had more scared him.

"Geez Ben, you weren't kidding when you said you could play dirty." gwen smirked.

"S-Shut up!" Ben growled between grunt, his pant's puffing out as the diaper likewise did so and the pants were making sounds of distress already fighting hard before to contain his bulky diaper.

the end result was that the pant's sagged down enough to show the top of his padding if Ben lifted his arms up and it was pretty clear to anyone and everyone that one more mess would mean the end of his pants, and would have his diaper butt even more on display then it already was.

"Quite the show. finished or do you have a encore in mind?" Gwen asked, wrinkling her nose and then holding it waving a hand.

"I..Just shut up and change m-" Ben fumed, but was cut off as a second ball hit it's target and with a series of loud poots, the show started all over again.

"heh, Maybe I should see if we can rent space and put on our own side show. Gwen and the amazing pamper pooper."

Ben was too busy grunting and pushing to retort, unable to believe that after having just filled his diapers with a load of mush he had more in him but sadly it was happening whether he wanted to believe it or not.

Softball sized lumps were filling up the diaper even as her cried out and with a LOUD ripping noise his pants blew apart at the hip/crotch level, not even leaving the waist brand of the pants and the leg parts of the pants slid to his ankles and over his shoes.

free to expand without restricting, the diaper rapidly expanded, crackling and crinkle as the cream white diaper covered in little yellow duckies (though the duckies were fading from the back and the front as Ben's bladder decided it didn't wanna be left out of the fun) sagged down and the large lumps could be made out as he finally finished up, a almost visible stink aura coming from him.

"And THAT'S why I told you not to pig out on junk food." Gwen said.

"I..I.." Ben whimpered, looking at Gwen and then starting to tear up even as his nose burned from his own fumes.

not able to put together it was her who had made him mess, Ben looked over his shoulder at the massive load in his diaper and could only agree with Gwen that maybe he had pigged out too much, and in a semi daze reached behind him and put a hand on the seat of the lumpy filled diaper and pressed, as if to confirm yes: he HAD just double loaded a diaper like a big baby.

The squish confirmed it and he turned back to Gwen and started to bawl, holding his arms out for her to come and pick him up, most of what he cried was in just baby babble but the phase 'change me!' could be made out.

Gwen came over and picked him up, wincing and turning her head away from the overpowering stink and holding him at arm's leght away at first, but as the bawling got worse she let out a side and pulled the smelly dork in for a big hug and let him sob into her shoulder.

"there there..let it alll out." She coo'ed, even as the dunk tank started back up again after the distraction and anther ball would hit the target.

As Ben started to unload into the seat of his diapers AGAIN Gwen would roll her eyes. "not what I meant but I guess go ahead ya little poop machine."

Due to the looks they were getting Gwen decided to get them out of the public eye, at least for a bit before they got booted out. spotting a rest room and figuring things were suppose to smell in there she got them inside one of the stalls and then sat on the potty with Ben sitting on her lap with a squish, slowly calming down.

"P-Please turn me back..or at least change me.." Ben sniffled and mewed as Gwen used some TP to wipe his eyes and checks dry.

"I'll change you after I'm sure you're done going for awhile..no point in going though all the 'joys' of wiping your poopie butt clean if your gonna just crap yourself 30 seconds later." Gwen said.

"C-Can't you just..do a magic whammy and poof clean diaper?" Ben asked voice hopeful.

"Thus me, i wish. I can only make the diapers appear, I can't make you get cleaned up. I could get rid of the stinky one but your butt still needs wiping.

"S-See? If you don't wanna wipe my butt then you should change me back to normal and I'll wipe my own butt!" Ben said, giving a big smile and then crying out a apparently anther ball found it's target,and Gwen's lap got a whole lot warmer.

"oh god how am I pooping this much!?!" the tot sized hero wailed.

"Well I always said you were full of shit." Gwen chuckled even as she grimaced at the smell, a factor she hadn't taken into account when plotting this all out.

"NOT FUNNY! I DUN EVEN THINK I CAN WALK ANYMORE!" Ben yelled as the diaper ballooned out like they were in a loony toons short.

"And I can't keep carrying you when your gonna go like this." Gwen said, biting her bottom lip but then her face lighting up. "Oh, Duh. simple solution!"

"Do I even wanna know?" Ben groaned as he finished up, the diaper would be down below his knee caps when she'd go to stand him up.

"You'll see.~"

Just as Ben had figured, he really hadn't wanted to know and wasn't happy with Gwen's solution but with him in his poop filled diaper and her controlling not only when he turned back to normal, but his diaper changes he was in NO position to argue..but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Gwen's 'brilliant' plan was to go and rent one of the stroller's that the fair had for him to rid around in though it had ended up resulting in a diaper change before they would rent to Gwen.

"yeah no, I let you put him in that and the stink is never coming out, I'll have to toss it." the lady renting them had said, holding her nose.

Ben had been overjoyed to get into a clean diaper even if it meant being strapped into the stroller (his arguments that he could walk on his own now were ignored as he was strapped in) though his joy didn't last long as they were only 20 steps away from the rental booth when anther ball had hit it's target and Ben was destroying anther diaper.

"Holy cow Ben, what are you, all bowels?!?" Gwen asked, though the smirk on her face made him start to think that maybe.. just MAYBE Gwen might of had a hand in his messing nonstop.

'Still, it's just for a little while longer..there's no way she'll wanna keep this spell up plus once gramps see's me, he'll make her undo it.' Ben thought to himself, blissfully unaware that Gwen had no plans for undoing this anytime soon.

Settling into his role as a stroller bound pamper packing toddler, Ben pointed to a bottle knock down game and to a large stuffed duckie that was being offered as a prize.

"Gweeeeen, can you win me that duckie?" Ben asked, holding his hands together.

"heh, of course little guy. anything for my LITTLE cousin." Gwen said, wheeling them over, making plans to get Ben some duck themed outfits.

Oh yeah, Ben's toddler time summer was just starting, and Gwen was going to make sure it wasn't ending any time soon having plans to go back and get lots more of the spring water.

NOT the end

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Fruit. (Part 2.)

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Sugar daddy relationship, alcoholism, drunk driving, language, slight foot fetish?, public displays of affection, reader is a little brat. 

(Chapter 2 of the Guns n’ Glitter series.)

A fluttering of lips against your face, you turn away and bury yourself under your covers, desperately trying to cling to sleep for as long as you can. But Tony is persistent, hands on your hips tugging you against him.

His voice is low and hoarse in your ear, "Wake up." A chill ghosts up your spine as he squeezes your hip. "We're going out today, remember?"

Yes, you remember, his fingers laced with yours as you drove his car, he told you everything he wanted to do today, each statement followed with a kiss to your knuckles in promise. But you feel exhausted. Well not really, just too comfortable to get up, and his hands on you aren't helping. He kisses the back of your neck, baby hairs standing to attention at the sensation. "No," is all you can say, pushing your face further into the pillow.

What time is it? It's a Saturday, why is he rushing?

"Come on baby," He says, a strain in his voice as he tries to be patient. "The longer we lay here, the more time we waste."

That's right, you only have two days, you're only staying for the weekend, and that has you letting out a deep sigh through your nostrils, turning to look at him.

"Five more minutes?"

He smiles, "Only if you kiss me."

Yesterday you wanted nothing more than to stay up with him, but now, Saturday morning washing over you, you just want to sleep in.

So you do kiss him, a hand in his hair as you pull his face closer to yours. It's disgusting, too sloppy and too wet this early in the morning, a mix of morning breath and an occasional mash of teeth, but he's set on devouring you, his tongue in your mouth ever so slowly pushing you to lay on your back. But you've done worse.

He slots himself between your legs, hands on your hips pressing you firmly against the mattress, and when he bites your lip, the moan that comes from your throat sounds painful, scratching it's way up and out. He swallows it, humming in approval, lips pressing to yours gently to sooth his previous action.

"You know," A huff of breath against your lips. "Believe it or not, this was supposed to be innocent."

You scoff, nails scratching his scalp, his eyes slip closed. "You're the one who climbed on top of me." You press a kiss to his chin, the hairs of his beard tickling your face.

"I can't help it, you're just so," He catches himself, thumbs rubbing little circles against your hips. "You're perfect, and you're stalling." His eyes snap open, glaring at you. "You little devil. Get up."

He's off of you before you can protest, grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you with him. Cool air bites your bare skin, the warmth of the covers was all that was protecting you from the insanely low temperature of AC in your room. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair.

"Put on something pretty? Be ready in twenty. I'm not kidding."

You do put on something pretty, something that makes him want to say fuck it and take you back to bed like you wanted all along. But first, you freshen up in the bathroom. You brush your teeth, then walk through a delicate skin care routine, products applies with the light tap of your ring finger. You apply a light layer of makeup, slick your hair into a pony tail with some gel, then you get dressed.

You put on a little pink dress with thin straps, shoulders bare and thighs proudly on display. You dress it up with a pair of heels and a mini bag, a cuban link chain on your neck, matching diamond earrings, and bracelets that jingle every time you take a step.

"Tight," His pinky finger is caught between his teeth when he sees you, because, "My god, you don't disappoint, do you?"

"I live to please, Mr. Stark." A bat of your eyelashes, and an air kiss against his cheek, you know you'll be in trouble later.

But for now, he lets you play your part, teasing him and winding him up, because he lives for reminding you of who wears the pants in the relationship.

He pick a different car this time, the Roadster, and for a moment you think he's going to let you drive again. Reading your mind, he kisses your cheek, not on your life, and holds your hand to help you inside.

The first stop is breakfast, the sun barely risen as you leave the garage, and you're squinting against the bright light to take a few pictures. Because daddy's rich, and he's taking you out today, and you can't help but feel entitled. You work hard for the things he gives you, so damn right you're going to brag about it. Because who else can say they have Tony Stark wrapped around their finger? He drives with the top down, giving you the perfect view of the State of California.

Breakfast is more like brunch, he drives you across the state to take you to a restaurant in L.A. It's nice, on the water and not too crowded since it's so early. The sun feels warm on your skin, a mimosa in your hand, Tony takes pictures on your phone for you. Your outfit is adorable, you get many complements, the kind that makes Tony's left eye twitch if someone stares at you for too long.

"You look like you're going to have a stroke." You say, nodding to his water. "Are you hot? Drink something."

He shakes his head, plucking the lemon from his ice water. "Keep it up." Is all he says, taking a sip.

You smile, faking innocent. "What?"

He has the nerve to smile back, mocking you. "You know exactly what." He says, looking up as the waiter brings your food.

You ordered an omelette with hash browns, and Tony ordered a stack of blueberry waffles. He pours the syrup for you both, and per his request you feed him a piece. You also order a fruit bowl, sharing it between you. Your fingertips and lips stain red from the strawberries, which earns you a sweet kiss from across the table.

"Blueberries or strawberries?" You ask him suddenly, his eyes floating up from his food to your face.

"Do I get to weigh my options?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You can walk me through it." You trace the rim of your glass with a single finger, and his eyes catch it for a moment before putting his knife and fork down.

"Well, they both stain." He says it with a deviant little smirk that turns your face the color of your lips. "But strawberries taste sweeter."

"Then why do you like blueberries so much?"

"I don't necessarily like them," He says. "But I don't mind them."

"You prefer strawberries but choose blueberry pancakes?" You ask.

He lets out a huff, reaching over for your mimosa. "Must you question everything I say and do?" He counters. "Is this boring you?" He's teasing you, so you don't respond. "There wasn't a strawberry pancake option on the menu, sweetie."

You are a bit bored, your pestering is a bad habit, find anything to pick apart simply because there is nothing else to do. So you decide to occupy yourself with another task, the man sitting across from you more than willing to receive your antics.

"Is this strong enough for you?" He asks, pulling a face, placing your drink back down in front of you. "Want some wine?"

Under the table, you slip your feet out of your heels. "It's not even lunch time." You point out. "Will they serve it?"

"Did you forget who you're talking to?" He waves down the waiter, and sure enough a bottle of their most expensive wine is brought out to you.

He pours you a glass, then another, matching your one with two for himself. Your cheeks are flushed with color before you can even finish your food, and of course Tony notices, eyes dark as he watches you tap your nails against your wine glass.

Thoughts cloud his mind, The smooth look of your skin in the sunlight, face glowing and kissed by the sun. The pout of your lips, tinted red in color from fruit juice and wine. Your cheeks are flushed, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek bones each time you blink. You're comfortable, relaxed, and that's all he wanted for you today.

But then his eyes wander, down your face and to the jewelry sitting on your collar bones, jewelry he bought for you. The dress you wear is tiny, he imagines that if he looks under the table he'll see your bare panties between your legs, it hugs you like a glove, reflecting the sunlight, and there's something seductive about the way your curves move fluidly each time you shift in your seat. And then, that ghost of your touch traveling up his leg, he thinks he's imagining it at first, but then you bite your lip, resting an elbow against the table to lean forward.

He reaches a hand down, catching your foot just as it reaches the top of his thigh, and you fail at concealing a gasp.

"Forgotten our table manners, have we?" He raises an eyebrow at you, making you sit up straighter, clearing your throat.

"Of course Mr. Stark. My apologies." You decide to play coy, holding your head high, reaching a hand up to fluff your pony tail. "How do you like the wine?"

To your surprise, he doesn't let you go, fingers inching up to your ankle. "It's sweet, strong." He says, "Fruity."

"I like it too." You say, bracelets jingling as you reach for another piece of fruit. "But I think I've had more than enough."

His finger slips, over your ankle and down the arch of your foot, and you flinch in response, knee knocking the table. Your eyes widen, and you're quick to save your wine glass from tipping over.

He laughs, dropping your foot. "I agree."

He holds his hand out suddenly, eyes glistening with a sense of mischief, and you're hesitant to place your hand in his. Slowly, he guides your hand to his mouth, sucking your fingers clean of syrup and fruit juice. His tongue slides across your skin, dipping between your fingers and trailing up to the pads of your finger tips. His tongue is hot, warm, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks you clean, as he tastes you. Then as if nothing happened at all, he reaches over to dab your lips with a napkin, kissing the underside of your wrist before letting you go.

He waves down the waiter for what feels like the tenth time, leaving you flustered, wanting something much sweeter than fruit. But Tony has the day planned for you already, so you bite your tongue and let him drag you around the city, stealing one last sip of wine before you leave.

Your nail appointment is booked for noon, and it takes over two hours to get done. But being tipsy helps the process, bursting into a fit of giggles each time you look over at Tony. He sits beside you with his phone in hand, playing a game, which he lets you watch occasionally. He looks like a bored child, dragged out for a day of shopping with their mother.

When asked what color you want, Tony's hand on your thigh, you decide to let him pick.

"Red," he says, lips lingering at the corner of your mouth.

Red like those strawberries, like the juice he licked from your fingers, like the wine that's clouding your judgement. Red like the car he let your drive yesterday, red like your cheeks, because you know what he's implying. Red is his color, and now he's making you wear it.

But you continue to tease him, crossing and uncrossing your legs, arching your back to stretch your spine, shifting back and forth to pull your dress down. His eyes hardly ever leave you, looking up only when you turn to smile at him. He tells you to behave, which you blatantly ignore, shifting in your seat to face him. He doesn't complain though, taking in the sight of you, watching you relish in the feeling of being pampered.

On a couple accent nails, you get crystals and rhinestones, fingers catching the light as you hold your hand out for his credit card to pay.

Keep it up, his eyes are screaming consequences at you for your bratty behavior. But you can't help it. He's torturing you with a good time, so you're returning the favor. You thank him with a wet one right on his lips, his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the salon and back into the warm California air.

Your heels click against the pavement, hair swaying in tune with the switch of your hips, and you can't stop staring at your new nails, hands spread out in front of you as you examine them in the sunlight. Tony has good taste, the red really does suit you after all.

"Are you hungry?" You just ate a couple hours ago, but you can go for a snack. So you nod, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers. "Want some ice cream?"

Ice cream. Tony Stark has a wicked sweet tooth, or maybe he just wants to see your lips wrapped around an ice cream cone. Either way, he buys you one, strawberry for you, cookie dough for him. You let him have a lick, and you're half tempted to smear it across his face.

You're surprised that you don't get any on your clothes, especially with the rate your ice cream is melting under the sun. It takes several wet napkins to clean your hand free of that sticky feeling, because you don't think you can handle Tony licking your fingers a second time.

There's something cute about watching Tony eat ice cream, something that makes you take a picture of him, which earns you a scolding about being addicted to your cell phone. You remind him of your age difference, which has him grabbing your hip and rolling his eyes. You're just trying to get a rise out of him, and it's working, the remnants of his ice cream gone, both of his hands on you now.

"You like my age." He says, voice low and eyes squinting against the sun. "In fact, if I were closer to your age you wouldn't like me at all."

It's true, you don't like men your own age. You're too mature for that, you're chasing a career, and boys your age just want to get drunk and party all the time. Tony is a business man, an established business man, someone who encourages you to work hard and chase your dreams. Boys your age could never.

So you seal his affirmations with a kiss, "Just don't let it get to your head."

It's far too late for that already, his hand in yours as you drag him down the street.

You decide to stop in the shopping mall, Tony tucks a wad of cash in your purse and tells you to go crazy. So you do. Gucci, Chanel, Fendi, you're reaching for cash more than you can keep track of, burning through it far too quickly. When you ask for his credit card instead, he appears unphased as you run up his bill, handing him receipts to sign and bags to carry. You spend hours shopping, trying things on for him, dragging on the occasion as long as you can.

He hardly ever lets you go shopping. He much rather prefers to gift you things, let you order online instead of getting up and going to an actual store. He prefers the privacy and convenience, but today he's in a spoiling mood, tolerating all of your antics so that you can treat yourself.

You don't mean to act like a brat, he just makes it fun. You truly do appreciate all he does for you, and you decide to remind him of that when you're ready to go, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"All shopped out?" He asks, lips pressed to your ear.

"My feet hurt, and I'm hungry again."

He can hear the pout in your voice, which makes him laugh, an arm tucking around your waist. "I bet. You might as well have run a marathon in those shoes today."

You pull back, looking down at them. "They're cute."

"Very cute." He kisses your nose. "Let's go."

He loads your millions of shopping bags into the trunk, and you take your heels off while you wait, letting your hair down just for a moment to massage your scalp. You reapply a bit of lip gloss and blot your forehead using your phone camera as a mirror, refreshed by the time he's finished stacking everything in the trunk.

He takes you to an authentic Italian restaurant for dinner, the menu's written in actual Italian, which Tony has no trouble translating for you. You knew he was Italian, but hearing him speak it is another story.

You order pasta and a salad, trying to be good after eating an entire basket of bread sticks. But good never lasts too long when in Tony's company, a glass of champagne is set in front of you and all morals are out of the window. You drink until you can no longer feel the pain in your feet, twirling your fork full of pasta to feed to him across the table. You're not a light weight, but he makes sure you're responsible, encouraging you to drink water and eat more bread.

He lets you sample off of his plate as well, speaking in hushed tones as he fusses over you. Are you sure you're okay? Take a break and drink some water. No more. Okay fine, this is the last one. Yes, drinking out of my glass still counts. Watch your arm, don't set it on your food. It's cute, and it keeps you smiling all night.

Tony made good on his promise to treat you today, good food, a fresh set of acrylics, and cute clothes. You felt thoroughly spoiled, shopped out and ready to go back to the house.

But he isn't finished yet.

"You got to do everything you wanted," He says, wiping his mouth clean on a napkin. "Now it's my turn."

You groan, thinking that he's going to do some shopping for himself. If that were the case, he could have been doing it with you the entire time. But that isn't what he meant at all, your eyes wide as he walks you to a jewelry store, hand firm on your back just in case. You're tired, and drunk, but nothing beats the sight of diamonds.

"I have something special in mind." He pulls his shades from his face and tucks them onto the collar of his shirt, like the true asshole that he is. Too cool to even make eye contact with the poor guy behind the register. "Something custom."

It's not everyday that a store owner sees Tony Stark walk in, so Tony cuts him some slack, flashing him a smile.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?"

It's whispered behind his hand, out of earshot and out of your line of vision. You're instantly annoyed, stepping away from him to look at the display case behind you.

He's back on you in an instant, hands next to yours on the glass, his chest against your back. He kisses your cheek, sensing your change in mood. "It will only take about an hour. Until then, let's take a look around?"

With all the spending he's already done on you, you figured he would be done. Apparently not. "Sure," You say, turning your face against his lips, stealing a quick kiss. "Thank you for today."

"That's the whole point of this, isn't it?" It's his own weird way of saying you're welcome, but it makes you roll your eyes anyway, stealing another kiss.

You're undeniably handsy, clinging to his arm as he walks you around the jewelry store. You're a bit bored though, your collection is already large enough to be over the initial excitement of basic diamonds and gold. But something does catch your eye eventually, nail between your teeth as you stop dead in your tracks.

"See something you like?"

Nail tapping against the glass, "That one." It's a cuban link chain, encrusted with pink diamonds, "I don't have a pink one."

He realizes that you don't, so it's added to his tab. So is a pair of earrings, an anklet, another necklace, by the time his custom piece is done, you've run up the total three times what it would have been originally. Oops, he doesn't seem to mind though, once again swiping his card, not blinking twice at the price. You consider this payment for making you stay out so late.

He's silent as you walk back to the car, arm tight around your shoulders, he holds the bag just out of your reach, and you feel like a child being restricted from having too much candy. You just want to hold your spoils.

"Are you still not going to let me drive?" You ask, and the laugh he lets out actually shocks you.

"God, no. You can barely keep your eyes open. Yesterday was different." Yesterday wasn't different, but you don't complain as he leans you against the car, walking off to place the jewelry bag in the trunk with the others.

You take it upon yourself to climb in, landing hard against the passenger seat. You pull your hair free form it's pony tail and kick off your shoes, placing them up on the dashboard. You can tell that he's tired too, letting out a little huff as he gets in the car finally. You smile, raking your nails across his scalp, and he enjoys your touch for a moment.

"I was going to fuck the shit out of you," He says, eyes barely open, "But I think we're both a bit too tired for that now."

You visibly deflate, pouting as you lean over the console, kissing his forehead. "Can't hang old man?"

He laughs, pointing a finger at you. "You're drunk, and we have a long ride home."

He does have a point though, by the time you do actually get home you doubt you'll be able to do anything.

"I got something for you." He says, breaking your silence.

You laugh, "You got me a lot of somethings."

"No," He shakes his head. "A special something."

"I want to see."

"Tomorrow. I promise." The smile he gives you is dazzling, washing away your annoyance almost instantly. "We need to sleep."

He looks a little guilty, but you don't hold it against him, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your thigh as he drives.

The radio down low, wind blowing your hair, you can barely hear him when he asks, "Did you have fun today?"

You nod, doing your best to look over at him. "Thank you."

He pats your thigh reassuringly, the touch comforting. "You're welcome, baby. Anything for you."

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That Damn Sex Pollen! - Part 1

Words: 1884 (ish)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and swearing

"So much for having the weekend off" i muttered quietly as i followed Bucky through the large warehouse.

"You should know its never guaranteed in this line of work by now Y/N" he smirked at me over his shoulder.

"It could at least be something exciting Buck, i mean come onnnn collecting info from a drive??"

"At least we'll be done quick and get back to enjoying the rest of our weekend in peace before they all get back to the compound".

The rest of the team had been called out to a Hydra camp Tony had tracked down, Bucky and I stayed behind as we had had back to back missions for a while and it was our turn to stay home. But when Fury called needing some information extracted there was no choice but for us to go.

Bucky walked into the back office and started the data grab required while i kept watch. It didnt take too long, Bucky was soon walking towards me showing me the drive he had pinched between two fingers "all done, lets go" he said.

Suddenly the doors all slammed shut and automatic locks were heard engaging.

"Shit! Buck whats going on??" I asked pushing at the door.

"Move, let me try" he said before ramming his metal arm into the door, it dented but that was about it.

"I cant get through" he stated before marching off and trying the other doors, nothing.

"Bucky i dont think we're getting out of here without help" i said sitting down on the floor leaning back against the wall as i pulled out my phone "shit, there's no signal in here! Maybe the panic button? It'll take them a while to get here but its all we have" i pulled back the plastic casing on my bracelet that held the panic button Tony insisted we have on mission.

"Might as well get comfy Sarge we're gonna be here a while" i stated the obvious and watched as Bucky sat across from me looking nervous.

"This place is so strange..... i mean what are those plants doing in a warehouse?" I asked noticing a load of pink flowered plants off to the side, it looked like they were growing it like marijuana!

"Oh shit...." Buckys eyes went wide suddenly "this can't be happening"

"What cant be happening??.....Jesus christ is it getting hot in here??" I asked suddenly feeling heat rush to my face.

I unzipped my tac vest and shrugged out of it leaving me in my combat pants and black tank top. I notice Bucky shuffling further away from me and it makes me frown "whats wrong with you?" I ask.

"You know what that stuff is??" He points to the pink flowers nervously, i shake my head not really caring. Its like a fog has descended and all i notice is Bucky..... he is beautiful! Heat burns low in my belly as my eyes roam Bucky's muscular form, imaging what he looks like naked! It wouldn't be the first time i had pictured that!

"They call it sex pollen! Y/N do you understand what that is??"

"Mmhmmm let me guess, makes you really horny?" I asked as i pressed my thighs together, shit this is embarrassing!

"Just stay over there..... help will be here soon. We can fight this". Bucky says through gritted teeth, his hands fisted at his sides.

It had been hours and we were still stuck in this fucking warehouse with the god damn sex pollen!! It was absolute torture!! Bucky was now only in his combat pants and tank top and i couldnt help but imagine his arms around me.... those hands on my body, his fingers inside....

"You okay over there? You’re kinda staring" Bucky asked bringing me back to reality.

"Not really" i stated wiping at the sweat on my forehead and neck "its getting worse..... its starting to hurt Buck" i said honestly.

"Thats what it does, it'll get worse until you get the antidote or...."

"Or what??"

"Scratch the itch so to say" he blushed, Bucky had thought about being with you so many times but not under these circumstances.

"You mean until its fucked outta me??" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah" he nodded reaching down to readjust himself in his pants. He'd been rock hard for hours now and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside you and help you both out!

"You might have to do it Buck, im not joking! I feel like im dying!" I said a couple hours later as i laid on the cold floor trying to cool down my over heated skin, i was almost crying at how much it hurt.

"We cant do that Y/N....."

"Please Bucky" i whined but he just looked away "fine, i'll take care of myself" i huffed undoing my pants and slipping my hand in my panties that were absolutely soaked at this point!

"What are you doing doll...." he asked his voice hitching at the sight in front of him.

"I have to! I need the pain to stop Buck I'm dying...." as my fingers made contact with my clit a loud moan escaped my mouth uncontrollably!

"Jesus fucking christ....." i heard Bucky mutter and looked over to see him palming his cock through his trousers as he watched me.

"You could just help me out...."

"Come over here" he said holding his hand out to me, his eyes were full of lust as he pulled me into his lap pressing me down on his hard cock and rocking me against him. My head fell back and i moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him but it wasn't enough!! I needed the real thing and so did he.

"We cant do this....." Bucky said in my ear as his hands slipped under my tank top and caressed my naked back.

"You only want this because of that damn plant"

"Ive always wanted you Buck" i mumbled pressing kisses to his neck as my hands reached for his top, i needed to feel more of him against me.

"What?? You want me??" He asked wide eyed looking for any sign that i was lying.

"From the second i met you i wanted you" i admitted before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. He was quick to return the kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip....

"Please fuck me Bucky..... i need you so bad!" I begged as i rubbed myself over his huge bulge to get some friction.

"Ive wanted to hear you say that for so long doll!" He practically growled in my ear before laying me back against the cold warehouse floor. I watched as Bucky pulled my already open pants down my legs with my panties and sat back looking at my soaking wet cunt before him. He reached out with his metal hand and run his fingers through my wet folds earning him a moan as my back arched up off the floor.

"So fucking pretty!" He said before reaching for his own pants and finally freeing his hard cock.

"Oh god, look at that thing!" I said seeing the size of it as it sprung free.

"You like what you see doll?" He asked smirking down at me.... smug bastard!

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded as i reached forward to wrap my hand around the base of his cock before lining it up with my entrance.

"Fuck me James" i begged looking into his almost black eyes, almost all of the blue had disappeared.

"Yes m'am" he smiled before pushing forward and finally giving me what i needed.... what i wanted!

The sounds he made as he fucked me were absolute sin, i swear i could cum just listening to him!!

"Oh Buck you feel so fucking good....."

"Yeah? You like feeling my hard cock filling your tight little pussy??"

"God yes!! Dont ever stop" i cried out when he thrust harder into me going even deeper than before.

"You’re gonna feel me inside you for days baby!" He said before kissing my neck. His hands were on my breasts kneading and pinching.....

"I need to cum! Please Bucky let me cum" i begged for my release.

"You gonna cum all over my cock??"

"Yes!! Shit yes!!" I cried out as i felt his fingers start to circle my clit and he increased the speed of his thrusts, my stomach tightened and then i was screaming his name my eyes squeezed so tight i saw stars! He gave a few more thrusts and then i felt him release inside me. His hips slowly coming to a stop but his cock remained inside me.

"Wow..... that was...." i panted as my hands run up his chest and over his shoulder to rest on his back. Bucky leaned forward and kissed me again but this time it was much more passionate.

"That was amazing. So much better than i ever imagined...."

"I know the feeling" i smiled "i love you Buck..... you know that right?" I suddenly said as my thumb traced over his bottom lip.

"I do now" he smirked "i love you too Doll".

After another round of mind blowing sex we started getting dressed.....We didn't want to risk any of the team catching us.

"Y/N..... what are we going to do about this?" Bucky asked avoiding eye contact. I couldn't believe this was the same man who had been saying such dirty things to me as he fucked me 10 minutes earlier.

"I don't know Buck..... i meant what i said before. I do love you.... it wasn't the sex pollen making me say those things"

"I know, me too" he nodded taking my hand and entwining our fingers.

Suddenly there was a banging on the main door we entered through earlier.

"Y/N..... Buck?? You in there?" Came the loud booming voice of one Sam Wilson.

"Yes!! Sam we're in here!" I called back grabbing my tac vest and pulling it back on and zipping it up.

"Hold on sugar we'll have you out in no time" he called back.

When the door finally opened Sam was grinning at us like an idiot "i cant believe you two got locked in here".

"Makes three of us!" I laugh and head towards the door, im rushed by a flustered looking Steve Rogers.

"Oh my god are you okay?" He asked wrapping his arms around me "i was so worried when i saw your panic button had been activated!!"

"Im fine" i nodded quickly "the download must have triggered an old security measure.....all the doors slammed shut and Buck and i couldnt get them open"

"Dont scare me like that again baby okay?!" He said before pressing his lips to mine "lets go home".

"Sounds good to me"

"You okay Buck?" Steve asked his best friend who had stayed standing away from us.

"All good Steve" he nodded grabbing his tac jacket from the floor and heading to the door.

"Hey, thanks for looking out for my girl Buck" Steve called after his friend. Bucky just gave him a quick nod before walking out and joining the rest of the team on the quinjet.

[witchy-minstrel]

2, 23, 35 for your fav oc that you have rn 🥳✨💕

Squeee! An ask!! Yay!

Well, we'll stick with the only one I got for now, which is Kithraetha.

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Kithraetha primarily drinks herbal teas. A lot of herbal teas. Barth at the Rowdy Raven has had to keep a few rose hip mixes on hand, since after a few songs, she needs the perk up. And her favorite herbal flavor varies on the season, like apple cinnamon for autumn and raspberry for summer.

Rose hip is her absolute favorite, though, with sprinklings of thyme, clover, and camomile.

And she will drinks this stuff hot. Doesn't matter the season. Extremely hot day? Already got a piping kettle and things.

She will also dump a quarter to half the sugar bowl into a single cup, because she has a sweet tooth. Even if the tea is already sweetened, she's going to add more sugar.

However, during the colder, snowy months, she'll primarily drink hit chocolate, with peppermint, cinnamon, cayenne pepper, nutmeg, and extra chocolate. Apprently, you can't have sweet without a little spicy.

23. What is your character's favorite food and who cooks it the best?

Kithraetha absolutely adores cheesecake, and with her sweet tooth, such decadent desserts end up gone in a matter of hours.

Her favorite is topped with fresh strawberries and lots of whipped cream. Even if she can't always afford it, she tends to buy at least a slice when she can find it.

Kithraetha herself isn't the best at cooking desserts, and her sweet tooth suffers because of it. She's tried to cook her favorite cheesecake, but it always turns out subpar at best. It tastes nothing like the ones at home

Barth has tried to cook it to please his extra coin maker, but it always tastes a bit too meady. And for someone who avoid drinking, Kithraetha doesn't like it much.

Kithraetha tends to seek out whatever baker she can and put them up to the test. Seek and find for the perfect slice of cheesecake.

35. What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do it for?

Kithraetha herself is a minstrel, which means a lot of singing and tale spinning for coin. Bit it also lends to her creative, chaotic, wild spirit. She doesn't like being tied down to one place, but like having a place to call home.

She values those who can make her laugh. Bad puns, overdramatic stories, sometimes little side jokes to ease up on embarrassment. And she absolutely goes soft for a well placed pickup line.

At the same time, if you have become near and dear to her heart such is sometimes fairly easy by being more vulnerable or just an overall good person and/or tip or feed well and you try to ditch her without a good reason, she will take this as a challenge.

"Oh, you're dangerous, you could hurt me? Baby, I know pain and like it, it's gonna take more than that to get rid of me."

"Oh okay, we're throwing chairs now? Okay, I'm a just *casually* light this one on fire and throw it back. We'll probably keep this up until we're both calm."

Combine that with her lack of self perservation when it comes to love and eagerness to learn new things, and you get some pretty intresting stories.

"Okay, so, I saw this really cute bracelet and thought of you, so I may or may not have swiped it for- ah ginger and ginseng, give me a minute."

"So, if I go up and punch that guy, who is ten times bigger than I am, you'll kiss me, right? Okay deal!"

"Yes, I did indeed just fall out of a window. Yes, I'm fine, but- oh no, I forgot my lute!"

Overall, as she becomes more used to you, she'll open up a lot more. And hopefully you'll do the same for her.